I’m The King

The guy is now the only person in the entire stockade who hasn't been into the battle. He is clinging to a shovel, digging a hole in the ground, and burying the jug containing the last words of the big one. This jug is made of iron. Big, but there are not many last words left by everyone, usually two or three sentences, folded into a paper roll, stuffed in, and plugged. After burying the iron flask, the guy sighed. He didn't know if he would find out the last words of these people after the Eastern Army's victory.

After doing all this, he looked around at the place where he had worked for more than a year, with a smile on his face, and suddenly waved his shovel, smashing several large pots.

The shovel was constantly swaying, and the bottles and cans in the room were turned into crumbs in the sound of popping. The guy carrying the oily man, strode out of the room, with the shovel on his back, and another He held a torch in one hand, turned around, and took a last look at the room, and threw the torch in his hand through the wide open door. With a bang, the flames in the room burst out. After a while, A huge red plume of smoke rose straight up.

The fire-colored smoke plumes up, which means that their stockade has fallen.

The guy bent down and lit another torch, holding the oil Weng in one hand and the torch in the other, and strode towards the wall.

The wall in the southwest corner has been crushed, and the East Horde swarmed in. Entering the gap a few meters wide, Song Hongxin led about twenty soldiers to fight hard with his opponents, while in other places, More Donghu soldiers have climbed up from all directions. The guy saw that Wang Lao Er, who was still writing to everyone last night, was stabbed into his stomach by a Donghu soldier. The blood was marked from the gap between the blade and the meat. , He saw Wang Lao Er screaming loudly, lost the knife in his hand, pinched the Dong Hu Bing with both hands, both of them fell from the wall of the wall, there was a muffled sound, and Wang Lao Er was still convulsing. , The Dong Hu Bing who was under him was spurting blood from Qiqiao, and he actually died in front of Wang Lao Er.

The beard was surrounded. By his side, there were only three wounded warriors. The beards were like crazy, each with a big sword dancing in each hand, ignoring the scimitar that the opponent slashed at him, all the way forward and forward. After a few steps, three Donghu soldiers were beheaded, but a few long wounds were added to his body.

With a smile on his mouth, the man carried You Weng and walked to the other side. Where, the last of the soldiers of the Eastern Army who resisted was chopped on him by four or five scimitars at the same time, facing up to the sky, and slowly falling to the ground. The beard looked at the dense Dong Hu Bing underneath, and couldn't help laughing, holding the oil Weng, holding the torch, and jumping from the top in a long laugh.

A chain hammer flew in the air. The man raised the oil ball in his hand and blocked it. With a bang, more than 20 kilograms of oil in the oil ball was spilled like rain, smelling the odor of the oil, Donghu soldiers all changed color, and before they could react, the man holding the torch had already volleyed in.

With a bang, the oil was ignited, and it began to spread in a thunderous manner. The Donghu soldiers who were soaked in the grease lit up a big fire, and the boy became a flaming man. In the cold air, suddenly The smell of barbecue came out, and the man didn’t seem to feel the pain of the fire. He pulled the shovel on his back, screamed and rushed towards Donghu Bing, the shovel was cut left and right, and the tape was flat. He killed several people in a row. Seeing this guy who was full of fire but still charged and charged with a big laugh, Donghu Bing was all shocked and backed up one after another. No one dared to step forward anymore.

The guy rushed forward more than a dozen steps, and finally fell to the ground, but even so, no Donghu dared to approach him.

Song Hongxin was holding a knife, half kneeling on the broken wall of a broken village. Beside him, there were two warriors, one holding a half spear and the other holding a broken knife.

Song Hongxin looked down at his stomach. There was already soaked in blood, and he was stabbed in the stomach, as if his intestines were flowing out. In front of them, dozens of Donghu people were holding scimitars and staring at them.

The beard's roar came from a distance, and then the roar stopped abruptly, followed by the endless laughter of the man, but it got lower and lower, and finally the sound was muted.

"All gone!" Song Hongxin leaned back and sat down.

"Company commander, then we're going too!" The soldier with a broken knife in his hand said to Song Hongxin, and he glanced at another companion who was holding a spearhead, his body suddenly bounced, and he rushed straight to the Donghu crowd with his head down.

Several scimitars slashed at the same time, and the two of them did not evade. The moment the scimitars entered their bodies, they also deeply inserted their swords and spears into the opponent's body at the same time.

More scimitars slashed over, and the two of them were taken apart almost instantly.

"Brother, go well!" Song Hongxin was laughing and crying. In his life, he has been afraid, escaped, and cowardly, but he has also been brave. Falling on the battlefield is his ultimate destiny.

"This is an official, catch him alive!" Donghu soldiers clamored and approached step by step. Song Hongxin couldn't understand what the opponent was shouting, but seeing what they meant, he wanted to catch him. He sneered and slapped the knife in one hand. Putting it on his wound, with the other hand, he quietly took out the crossbow that was hidden behind his back. This is a good thing. It is almost irresistible when killed at close range. This thing, in this village, is also Only he is qualified to equip one.

"Come on, come on, three crossbows, I can also pull on three backs, Lao Tzu is the highest commander in this stockade, and I can't kill fewer enemies than the boys below, otherwise, I will arrive at King Yama. Where, how do I command them? This is a shameless matter.

"Get out of the way, the general is here!" A shout came from behind, and the Donghu soldiers stepped out to both sides in a tidal wave, revealing a passage. Mo Yandu took the lead and walked over. By his side, it was the commander. Donghu soldiers smashed the generals surnamed Li in the village.

"Good guys are good guys!" Mo Yandu looked at Song Hongxin, who was half leaning against the broken wall, and gave him a thumbs up. Although both sides are enemies, even though he is in this small village Nearly five hundred casualties were paid below, but the fierce fighting of the other side still made Mo Yan a respectful heart.

Song Hongxin didn't look at him. His gaze fell on the face of the general surnamed Li next to him. The general surnamed Li's expression was unnatural. Although he looked at Song Hongxin, his expression was a bit distorted.

"Li Yi!" Song Hongxin suddenly exhausted all his strength and roared. "why are you?"

Li Yi, a member of the Dayan Standing Army, is considered a mid- to high-level general. As a grassroots officer, Song Hongxin had the privilege of listening to this general Li’s training before, and he had done it under his command. Zhan, but he never thought that he would meet this person again under such circumstances. Looking at Li Yi's new Donghu General's costume, Song Hongxin only felt extremely dazzling.

Mo Yandu turned his head to look at Li Yi, "This person knows you? Is it your former subordinate?"

"Maybe!" Li Yi nodded, "It should be only the most basic-level military officer, otherwise I won't be without reflection!"

Song Hongxin looked at Li Yi with hatred. Now he understands why, when Donghu attacked the Fortress in just a few days, they suddenly had a rhythm and had a way to accurately strike out the weakness of the Fortress. It turned out to be Li Yi, the boss of his former boss, the great Yanzhong Lang general whom he had extremely respected, was in command.

If it weren't for this person, more than a hundred brothers in the stockade might still die, but they could definitely make the Donghu people pay a heavier price, and they could also make all the brothers die more valuable.

Song Hongxin's eyes gradually reddened, and he roared steeply, "Go to death!" Hidden behind him, holding the crossbow hand, appeared steeply, his fingers squeezed hard, swish, swish, sharp short crossbow Lightning is off the string.

When he saw Song Hong’s newbie discover this thing, the guards around Mo Yandu were shocked, and several people flew up to block Mo Yandu, but their judgment made a mistake. Song Hongxin’s goal from the beginning to the end was not Mo Yandu. Perhaps, killing Mo Yandu would have a greater impact on the entire battle, but Song Hongxin was just a basic-level officer. He couldn’t see so far and so much. In his eyes, only Li Yi, this traitor, and the three crossbows, all rushed to Li Yi.

No one would have thought that this officer of the Eastern Army would have such a powerful weapon hidden in his hand in such a state. Li Yi was even more unprepared. There were a lot of three crossbows, and they all got into him. At such a close distance, even the best Kai Jia made by Zhengdong Mansion could not withstand the attack of the crossbow. What's more, Li Yi was still dressed as a crude gadget of the Donghu people.

Li Yi turned over and fell. Perhaps he didn't think clearly until he died. Since the opponent still had a deadly weapon in his hands, why did he kill not the enemy's highest commander~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but himself.

He can't stand his eyes.

However, in Song Hongxin's view, it was taken for granted. He hated enemies, but he hated traitors even more.

Seeing all three crossbow arrows penetrate into Li Yi's body, Song Hongxin couldn't help but feel relieved. Now, this traitor is bound to die. He looked up at the red plume of smoke still rising into the sky, and exhaled heavily, "Brother Guys, I'm here to accompany you."

The handle of the knife in his hand reversed, and he stabbed it hard into his belly. The surrounding Donghu soldiers exclaimed.

Mo Yanduo stretched out his hand and pushed aside the soldiers next to him. He looked at Li Yi who had fallen to the ground, and then at Song Hongxin who had committed suicide. He sighed, "A good man."

He called the horse back, "Remove the remains of our warriors, move in the bodies of these soldiers of the Eastern Expeditionary Army, and then destroy this stockade and make this stockade their eternal tomb!"

In Dubozhai, Chen Bin looked at the red plume of smoke that suddenly rose into the sky in the distance, and said sadly: "The last one was also conquered." P