Every drum beat reveals decisiveness and unquestionable determination and strength.
Fifty thousand men and horses filed out, beating the beat of drums, and rushed towards the Wala army.
Behind him, the city gate opened wide, and there was a moment of backwater.
You can only win, not lose!
In the round of attack just now, Wala suffered a small loss, but there were still more than 90,000 soldiers. The gap between the two sides was still huge, but no one hesitated at all.
Their eldest son, His Highness, dares to break into the opponent's array of thousands of people alone.
He is not afraid, what are they afraid of?!
The worst case scenario is death!
How can the land of the Northwesters and the pride of the Northwesters be allowed to be trampled by those barbaric hooves on the grassland?!
The drum never stops and the battle never stops.
Fifty thousand people, like waves crashing on the shore, rushed unceremoniously towards the retreating camp of Wala.
In mid-air, eagles roared.
Behind most of the tiles, the sound of hoofbeats could be heard.
Countless firelights lit up with a roar, and a large army rushed out without warning.
This team is none other than Zhao Shanhe and his Western Xinjiang Army.
Hearing the sound of drums on the city wall, he already knew that his side had begun to counterattack, and it was time for them to take action.
"Kill, chop these dogs, you damn savage hooves!"
The sullenness and resentment accumulated over the past few days now completely burst out and turned into murderous intent.
Being attacked from both front and rear, the Wala army was once again in disarray.
More than 200,000 men and horses were completely entangled in the vast land under Longmen City.
The Chinese chariot that Dama was riding in had already been chopped down, the divine envoy on it had been chopped to pieces, and the cowhide divine drum had been trampled underfoot.
There were shouts of death and screams everywhere, the sound of swords cutting through muscles and cutting into bones, the sounds of weapons and armor clashing, the sound of horse hooves and the sound of horses neighing...
In the midst of all this chaos, there is one voice that is still so distinct.
That's the sound of drums.
Rapid drumbeat.
It is better than the horn of charge, making people's hearts surging and their blood boiling.
Shen Fengchu's long sword hit Dama's bone staff hard. The bone staff, which had already developed several cracks, finally shattered unbearably. Countless fragments flew apart. Shen Fengchu's long sword passed through the staff and cut deeply into Dama's bone staff.
's shoulders.
"Did you hear it? That's our drum, the military drum of our Northwest people. The drum never stops and the battle never stops. Even if there is only one left, he will fight until there is no more blood to shed!" He gripped the hilt of his sword and fiercely
With a strong force on the ground, there was a click, and Dama's right shoulder bone cracked, and his entire right arm was cut off diagonally.
Under the severe pain, Dama's whole body shook violently. Seeing Shen Fengchu's sword slashing at him, he just barely raised his left hand to protect his vital parts.
Zhan Yu's sword cut off his left wrist and passed across his neck.
puff!
Dama's neck bones were completely broken, his head flew high, and blood suddenly spurted out from his neck. He shook left and right several times before slowly falling down.
"High Priest!"
Not far away, the lieutenant rushed to the nearby place and screamed.
"Your Highness, Ma!"
In the distance, Chen Qiyi led his team and rushed to Shen Fengchu, shouting loudly.
Stamping his feet, Shen Fengchu dodged and jumped off the war horse that Chen Qi helped him pull over, "Where is the Crown Princess?!"
"She is playing drums on the city wall!" Chen Qi slashed open a soldier with a backhand knife and replied loudly.
"Okay!" Shen Fengchu breathed a sigh of relief.
She's not in the lineup, that's good!
When she wasn't around, he could fight without any worries.