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Chapter 877

Among the four mechas, the two low-level warriors were finally destroyed by Ying Wuming and an elder at the level of a horizontal training master after sacrificing more than twenty inner warriors.

However, the two junior soldiers did not suffer much damage.

However, this is already considered a big miracle in the history of the Qin people.

Because there has never been a record of Qin Fanren defeating low-level soldiers as a master!

Now, they have set a record!

The large Yama troops below have also advanced a lot, and are now only a few dozen meters away from the Qin city wall.

Ying Yushu directed the Qin troops to attack continuously, her forehead was dripping with sweat, but she did not dare to stop and rest for a moment.

"Aim behind them and hit those areas where the energy shield is weak!"

"Yes, that's right there!"

The intensity of the battle had reached a tragic level, but this time the Qin people never gave in.

The resentment accumulated for thousands of years finally broke out at this moment.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On top of the city, the warriors used their lives to wear down the defenses of the mechas.

Below, countless Qin people used their lives to block the attack of the Yama army.

This battle lasted for more than three hours.

Finally, after sacrificing two grandmasters and cutting a hole in the mechas of the two junior warriors, Odero was afraid!

"Crazy, these slaves are crazy!"

"Retreat, retreat!"

Odero was frightened and lost two low-level weapons, and one junior weapon was also seriously damaged. Such a battle has never been heard of in thousands of years!

Especially, he saw the light in the eyes of these Qin people!

In the past, these Qin people only saw loneliness, despair, and emptiness.

Now, there is light in their eyes. Although the light is very weak, it is like a rising sun. Once it rises into the sky, it will illuminate the whole world!

Odero was afraid, not because he couldn't defeat him. Although the losses he brought to the team were not small, the Qin people's losses were ten times theirs!

However, he just wants to escape from this battlefield as soon as possible. He doesn't want to face these crazy Qin people for a moment!

While speaking, another martial arts master from Qin used his own life to block the attack of the junior martial arts soldier, giving Ying Wuming and his companions a chance to severely damage the martial arts weapon.

boom!

The halberd in Ying Wuming's hand pierced the rainbow, and directly poked a hole in the soldier whose defense had been almost worn away by repeated attacks.

The last junior soldier was also seriously damaged.

Odero's voice turned into panic: "Back off, back off!"

He fled first, and several broken soldiers followed him and left quickly.

When the teams below saw Odero flying away, their morale was like a dam releasing water, and they fled in a hurry.

On the top of the city, only a dozen of the dozens of warriors were left. They all collapsed on the ground, showing relaxed smiles, and some even fainted.

Below, Ying Yushu breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned against the wall to stand steady, her tight samurai uniform completely wet with fragrant sweat.

The rest of the people, after a brief period of astonishment, burst out into earth-shattering cheers!

"We won, we won!"

"Haha, we won!"

"The Yamas are not invincible, we won!"

Inside and outside the city, countless Qin people were cheering, jumping, and hugging.

For thousands of years, they have never been victorious in their confrontation with the Yamas, and have always been unilaterally massacred.

The Yama people have even become invincible in their hearts!

Although this battle was a tragic victory, it gave the Qin people hope!

If Qin Fan's arrival brings fire to the Qin people, then this victory brings the Qin people like the dazzling sun!

Ying Wuming thrust his halberd into the hard floor of the city. He endured his almost numb body and still stood upright, even though his eyes were dim and his consciousness was about to blur.

Others can cheer or fall, but he can't!

He is the leader of his clan, and he must always stand upright in front of his clan!

Unless he dies!

The dark sky was filled with a strong smell of blood. Looking at the tragic corpses on the ground and the broken city walls, the Qin people began to piece together their own clansmen and bring them back for burial.

I don't know who stood at the top of the city and blew the deep cave flute. The sound of the flute was sad and solemn.

Someone sang softly: "How can I say that I have no clothes, and I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you..."

The voice is low, as if complaining or weeping, like a wanderer who has been away from home for many years missing his hometown, like a soldier stationed at the border missing his lover, like a hero shrouded in horse leather burying his comrades...

More and more people began to sing in chorus, singing this ballad passed down from the pre-Qin Dynasty, singing out their longing for their homeland and the past glory of the Qin people!

When Ying Yushu came to the top of the city and saw Ying Wuming standing at the top of the city like a wooden sculpture, looking down at the vast land, she felt heartbroken.

"Father!"

She ran over and supported Ying Wuming with both hands.

"Don't, don't touch me! I can't fall down. Only when I stand can the clan members rest assured!" Ying Wuming said in a low voice.

"Father, please rest! I'll stand for you!"

"Although the Yamas retreated, they will definitely come back in a few days. That battle will definitely be more difficult than today!"

"You must protect your body and lead your tribe to the next battle!"

Ying Yushu cried and said.

"Chief, the lady is right, you can rest! The Yama people are not invincible, we have seen hope!"

At some point, some young clan members gathered behind Ying Wuming, looking at him with admiration and at the clan leader they once thought was very useless.

Ying Wuming turned around and saw that the faces of these young tribesmen were covered in blood, and some even had broken arms and were wearing bandages. It was a terrible sight.

However, Ying Wuming saw light on their faces and bodies!

Ying Wuming smiled and fell down with a smile.

"Father……"

One day later, Ying Wuming woke up.

Ying Yushu, who was standing by, asked in surprise: "Father, how are you?"

Ying Wuming sat up and said, "I'm fine. How long have I been unconscious? Have the Yamas attacked again?"

After saying that, he immediately got out of bed, but his vision went dark and he sat back on the bed.

"Father, please don't get excited! Your body was exhausted in yesterday's battle and needs to be nursed back to health for a while!"

"You just slept for a day. After the Yamas go back, they will definitely renegotiate how to deal with us. It is estimated that they will not be able to attack again in less than ten days and a half!"

Ying Yushu sat beside the bed, holding Ying Wuming's arm and comforting her warmly.

Ying Wuming nodded: "What were the casualties among the tribesmen in this battle?"

Ying Yushu looked sad: "Of the fifty-seven warriors above the inner realm, only thirteen survived!"

"The tribesmen responsible for attacking the Yama people suffered few casualties, and everyone was very excited! This battle showed the prestige of our Qin people!"

Ying Wuming frowned deeply: "Are there only thirteen warriors left? Alas!"


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