The Jiuli clan marched very fast, and in an instant they were still two hundred feet away from the Laoqiu camp.
"Archers prepare!"
Amidst the shouts of the veterans, the soldiers of Qiu Ziying raised their bows and looked at the raised hands of the veterans, waiting for the order to leave the bow.
One hundred and fifty feet.
"put!"
As the old soldier's hand suddenly dropped, he filled the bow and let go, the sound of arrow feathers leaving the string sounded, turning into a rain of arrows piercing the sky.
In the distance, several Jiuli clan warriors could be seen falling to the ground one after another, but this did not affect their speed.
As time went by, there was still a hundred feet left from Qiu Ziying.
"Spear ready!"
After several rounds of shooting, the quivers had long been exhausted. The soldiers took off their bows and replaced them with spears. Some soldiers held the spears a little harder because of excessive nervousness or excitement.
Eighty feet away, the angry shouts of the Jiuli clan can already be heard.
"Throw!"
The spear was raised above the head with a backhand grip, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it turned into an afterimage and was thrown out.
Another group of Jiuli soldiers fell.
It looked like there were still fifty feet away from the Jiuli clan.
The veteran stood up, looked at the soldiers behind him, and held the long knife tightly in his hand.
Just a few dozen people, facing an enemy force of more than a thousand, what a terrible state they would be in.
"The older ones stand forward, the younger ones stand behind, little bastards, remember, leave a seed for Lao Qiu Ziying."
The veterans rushed forward, with grief and anger in their mouths, and were already ready to trade their lives for a bloody battle.
Thirty feet!
"kill!"
Under the words of the veteran just now, the already hot blood of the soldiers boiled instantly. They pulled out their long swords one by one, turned into beasts descending from the mountain, and charged out.
Twenty feet!
With the charge of Qiu Ziying, the distance between the two armies was shortened instantly, and the soldiers' faces, already stained with blood, looked particularly ferocious.
Ten feet!
The soldiers of Qiu Ziying placed their long swords behind their backs. With the veteran as the center, the array spread outward and turned into a triangular formation.
Five feet!
In an instant, the two armies met and a battle was about to break out.
The soldiers of the Lao Qiu Battalion used their usual formations to defend themselves against the enemy.
The triangular formation dispersed and gathered again, harvesting the lives of the soldiers of the Jiuli clan.
The movements are orderly and the seedlings are developing in a good direction.
"Muya, go and kill that old man."
On the hill, several generals of the Jiuli clan were watching every move on the battlefield. One of the relatively high-status chiefs pointed at the battlefield and looked at the middle-aged man aside.
The middle-aged man holds two scimitars in his hands, with a unique totem painted on his face. His upper body is naked and he has scars of various sizes, as if to tell the story of the man's various great achievements. He wears a necklace made of animal teeth around his neck, three of them.
The long tooth and the two short teeth are a symbol of the strength of the Jiuli clan.
He just nodded and jumped down the hill. The hill was not high, but it was several feet high.
He reversed in the air and landed on one foot. When he landed, there was no dust on the ground. He held the two scimitars behind his back and slowly raised his lowered head, his eyes catching the person who had just been ordered to kill on the hill.
After fighting on the battlefield for a long time, you will have a certain perception. After killing the enemy in front of you, the veteran has a feeling that there is a pair of eyes staring at him in the distance.
Looking back, I met the middle-aged man Muya in the distance, eye to eye.
The moment the veteran saw Mu Ya, Mu Ya also saw the veteran. Maybe this was a tacit understanding. The corners of Mu Ya's mouth raised, and the murderous intent in his eyes was instantly released. He bent one leg and exerted force, and Mu Ya disappeared in the original place.
The ground, the deep pits caused by the force of the feet, and the scattered gravel showed that the force was so strong.
When the veteran chief arrived at Muya's side, his pupils shrank and he wanted to tell the soldiers to scatter, but it was already too late.
The mouth that had just been opened had not yet made a sound, and the soldier at the edge of the array had blood splattering on his neck.
Just seeing the figure flash by, the soldier covered his neck in disbelief and fell down weakly.
The veteran held his sword horizontally in front of him, surveying the surroundings with his peripheral vision. The black shadow flashed again, and he swung the sword vigorously. The sparks produced by the collision of the iron tools were mixed with harsh and sharp sounds, and the two men's eyes met again.
Looking at each other twice and taking three breaths, he rushed from a few feet away and took a soldier with him. His strength should not be underestimated.
Muya turned into a shadow and disappeared from the spot. The veteran looked around cautiously, and with his extraordinary perception, he barely blocked Muya's attack.
It's a pity that boxing is afraid of young people. No matter what military exploits the veteran has made before and how strong his strength is, the sweat on his forehead, trembling arms, and aching pain from the tiger's mouth all tell him that in his old age, his peak is no longer there.
As a streak of blood streaked across the veteran's body, blood streaks followed one after another as if planned, slicing through the veteran's body.
"The Southern Barbarians are invading, kill them!"
Breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he spat blood on the ground. He held the long knife tightly, shouted the oath in the seven iron laws, and used all his strength to slash at the man in front of him, but only
An afterimage.
The long knife was swung empty, and the veteran staggered forward two steps, knelt on the ground with one knee, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the long knife was stuck in the ground, and blood flowed out from his mouth.
Looking at Muya not far away, the veteran waved. Muya was very puzzled. He had clearly hit the vital point of the old man in front of him, why was there still a breath left, so he slowly walked over.
When Mu Ya came to the old soldier, the old soldier suddenly stood up, clenched the long knife in his hand and slashed at Mu Ya again.
"Anyone who steps on our borders will be killed!"
This is the last voice of the veteran and the last reverberation of his life.
The machete slashed diagonally, slashed horizontally, and the long knife cut into two sections. The veteran's head rolled far away, and the corpse fell to the ground. The eyes of the corpse revealed unwillingness and resentment, which marked an incomplete end to the veteran's life.
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"The noise before death."
A cold voice sounded, and Muya stepped on the veteran's head and walked towards the hill, as if the current battlefield had nothing to do with him anymore.
Possibly due to the sacrifice of the veterans, the soldiers of Laoqiu Ziying's spiritual power surged. Although they were at the end of their efforts, they still wanted to avenge the dead veterans.
With the sacrifice of the veterans, Laoqiu Ziying seemed to have lost its important core and began to be gradually disintegrated by the Jiuli clan.
Fighting, slashing, blood splattered everywhere, people would fall one after another every second.
No matter what kind of stinging pain came from their bodies, or their arms that had been cut off by a long knife, or their eyes that were blinded by arrow feathers, they did not have a trace of fear, but instead strengthened their faith in their hearts to protect their homeland behind them.
The battlefield is cruel. He will not take away your tiny life without any warning just because of your determination, your past, or your body.
When Su Ming arrived at the battlefield, the battlefield was coming to an end.
The soldiers of the Jiuli clan were stabbing the soldiers' chests with sharp blades stained with blood.
The soldier screamed silently, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his throat. He was exhausted and no longer had the strength to make a sound. His pupils slowly expanded. He was the last soldier of Lao Qiu Ziying.