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Beiling County, Luozhou.
The brutal sound of fighting could be clearly heard in the governor's house, and the barbarians were coming. An hour had passed since the city was broken, and it was time for Uwe Tuo to arrive and kill him.
Struggling to sit up, Liao Guochang ordered his bodyguards to wear armor for him. The majestic general Ping Kou would die on the battlefield even if he died.
Is the bed in the bedroom the place where the general waits to die?
Liao Guochang was just sad that Beiling County was lost and Luozhou Prefecture fell. How could the remaining counties and cities resist Hu Qi's iron hoof?
He did not feel sad about his own death. A general died in hundreds of battles, so what’s the point of losing his life? But what about the Northern Han Dynasty in the future? Without Luozhou, Hu Qi would go straight into the heart of the Northern Han Dynasty.
"Wow..."
"Bang bang..."
The sound of heavy footsteps and the collision of armor blades.
"General..." A general in bright light armor stumbled into the room.
It's the bandit general Tang Wenying.
The breastplate on his chest was dented by the smash, several sharp arrows were pierced through his body, and the blood on the arrow shafts had turned black.
Looking at Liao Guochang who was standing up in armor, Tang Wenying's dim eyes lit up with the last ray of light, and the corner of his mouth pulled up the last smile...
Liao Guochang's face became more sad, and he reached out to touch Tang Wenying's eyes. Beiling City was destroyed, and not only himself, an old man in his sixties, died, but also Tang Wenying, Li Dehua, Zhang Xiangxiang...
A series of generals, the cream of the military!
"Kill, kill for me -" General Hu with a golden ring raised his sword in the air and shouted wildly. He finally captured this damn Beiling County. From now on, Luozhou will be a fertile wilderness for the tribesmen to gallop on.
How can the cowardly Han people withstand the scimitars of the immortal warriors without a fortified city?
The horse suddenly clamped his legs under his crotch, and the war horse immediately felt the huge pressure and pain coming from his ribs. He raised his head and hissed loudly, and ran forward with all four hooves, rushing towards the last wave of two people in front of the governor's house.
A small formation of three hundred Han troops rushed over.
As the war horses galloped, the sharp sword flashed with a cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Stab——" The Han Army Sima standing in the front row of the array roared at the top of his lungs. Facing Hu General's galloping horses, he did not dodge.
It's over, it's all over. What flashed in the eyes of Han Army Sima was the will to fight to the death. He knew very well how powerful the golden ring Hu general was, and he also understood how terrifying the killing power of the galloping horse was, but he was not afraid of death!
During the months of fighting, 50,000 soldiers were slaughtered on the battlefield, nearly twice as many barbarians were lying dead under the city, and with hundreds of thousands of people as companions, what else was there to fear about death?
The Army Sima's eyes were fixed on the charging General Hu. It seemed that at this moment there was only one Hulu left in the world who was charging towards him on horseback. In his chest, the pounding heartbeat was very clear, and there was a sense of speechlessness.
A sense of tranquility filled the entire body of this military commander.
As he roared, a long spear held tightly in both hands was thrust out. Together with more than a dozen spears thrust out from the left and right at the same time, they formed a small forest of spears, and the sharp weapons also flashed.
With fierce murderous intentions, he could either take Hu General's war horse or take Hu General himself.
There was only a cold snort of disdain in his heart. At the moment when the war horse was about to touch the spear and spear, the right arm holding the knife moved upwards, and a cold and bright light appeared on the ground, which was like a half moon.
A curved blade.
Like hitting a rotten tree, more than a dozen spears and spears flew away in an instant, or were chopped into two pieces. The cold light continued to move forward like a white streak, dazzling people's eyes while also blocking the current army commander.
The waists of five or six Han soldiers around him slipped past him.
"Ahhh--" A scream like a ghost resounded in front of the prefect's mansion. General Jinhuan Hu's first blow not only broke through the forest of guns, but also killed the Army Sima and several Han soldiers.
He was cut in half at the waist, but he still wouldn't die for a while. It was much more painful than losing his head directly.
"Ah ah -" After the first blow was successful, Hu Jiang did not slack off, and followed up with a second half-moon arc-shaped slash. Suddenly, six or seven more people in the small array fell to the ground.
"Pugu Qiquan, does your martial arts come from competing with the pawns?"
The deep disdain in the hoarse voice immediately ignited the flames of anger in Pugu Qiquan's eyes, but when he saw clearly who the voice came from, Pugu Qiquan was immediately happy.
"Hahaha, old man Liao, you are finally dead. This general has been looking for you so hard." If it were Liao Guochang who was in good health, Pugu Qiquan would never dare to say such big words. But Liao Guochang had already been beaten to death by the Southern Growth Dharma King.
He was seriously injured, and he was still afraid of a hairball. "Hahaha, old man, I'm going to chop off your head and use your top bone to make a wine glass——"
"Haha, Pugu Wanqi Commander will wait a moment. The King of France has ordered that the old slave and General Liao have some old stories to talk about -" A gentle voice suddenly broke in, interrupting Pugu Qiquan's wild laughter.
Pugu Qiquan's arrogant expression suddenly froze. He turned his head and looked behind him, and saw an old man in black robes coming from the sky.
Hu Qi's densely packed heads were like a bridge paved under his feet. Every time his forward figure was about to fall slowly, the black-robed old man's toes were just a little bit in the middle of the heads below, and his slowed down momentum immediately returned to its original state.
"Nan Wang Sword Slave?" Liao Guochang's eyes flashed.
The Hu Clan Tianshen Sect has four Dharma Kings, and each Dharma King has a servant and a slave to serve him closely. Everyone is a rare master.
The Dharma King of the South was growing recently in the Han Dynasty. He had sword servants and sword slaves, and his reputation in the Northern Han Dynasty was comparable to that of the top masters in the world.
"It seems difficult..." A trace of sadness turned away from his eyes, but then Liao Guochang's eyes were filled with perseverance. Before he died, he pulled a pillow on his back——
"Fire the arrow -" Amidst the roar of the tiger, the trembling Liao Guochang straightened up fiercely, holding two short guns from his back to his chest, and followed the powerful crossbow bullets as he shot forward.
The two short spears were condensed with his whole body's skill, like two dragons coiling around each other, and the strong wind was like a drill, heading straight towards Pugu Qiquan.
Drops of blood dripped from his mouth and nose. Liao Guochang's internal organs were working hard, and his meridians were in severe pain, as if they were twisted, and large amounts of blood rushed to his mouth and nose.
The crossbow arrows fired at the sword slaves one after another. Liao Guochang set down a table of food and two groups of guests came. He could only hope that these crossbow arrows could temporarily resist the sword slaves.
Apart from being seriously injured, he is no match for a master of Dao Nu's level. He will go all out to kill Pugu Qiquan. Whether he can bring him back depends on whether God will grant it...
Blossoming dazzling sword flowers appeared in front of the sword slave, and the moment the crossbow bolts fired, he held the scimitar in his hand. As he is called a sword slave, the old man's achievements in the scimitar are by no means empty.
The powerful crossbow arrows hit the bright sword and disappeared into the water. The combined blow of twenty or thirty powerful crossbows did not damage the old man's skin at all.
Taking a sharp breath, the old man's quick movement turned into a black shadow and rushed into the battle group of Liao Guochang and Pugu Qiquan.
A bright sword light hanging upside down like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens fell from the top.
There was a powerful explosion of "Boom--".
The old man's figure was as light as a cloud and he was floating away. Pugu Qiquan fell off his horse and flew more than ten feet away. He was holding a big knife and had bloodshot eyes at the corners.
The horse he sat on had turned into a pile of mud, and only Liao Guochang was left standing there holding two guns.
The blood gushing from his mouth and nose dyed his white beard red, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes. After all, he couldn't kill a person to use as a backup...
Beiling County City has fallen!!! Luozhou Prefecture has fallen!!!
The general Liao Guochang and his generals Tang Wenying, Li Dehua, Zhang Xiang, etc. were all killed.
