...

“Ah~”

"Bang~"

The alien dead man roared and waved the iron bone in his hand and smashed it towards Cui Liang. Cui Liang could instinctively thrust his spear, and the heavy gun rod immediately collided with the iron bone, causing a violent shaking.

As the iron bones in the hands of the alien dead soldiers pressed hard, Cui Liang could no longer bear the gravity coming from the gun, and his entire body was overturned on his back.

"Ao~"

The alien dead man shouted violently, as if showing off his unrivaled brute force, and swung the iron bones again and smashed it hard at Cui Liang.

"Bang~"

In the critical moment, Cui Liang turned sideways and just passed by the falling iron bones. A piece of flying sand and debris rose up on the ground that fell, which caught people's eyes.

"Ao~"

The attack fell to nothing, and the aliens suddenly roared in anger. They simply threw away the iron bones and suddenly pulled out the arc knife from their waists and continued to slash Cui Liang. Cui Liang could only crawl on the ground, dodging left and right, and was extremely embarrassed.

Just as Cui Liang and the alien dead soldiers fought fiercely, He Ji, who had just overturned a slave, grabbed the iron bones that landed on the ground and pointed them at the back of the alien dead soldiers' head and waved them hard.

"Bang~"

A sound of bone-breaking sound, accompanied by the splash of blood, fell to the city. The alien dead man's eyes were red, showing an incredible expression, and then his eyes fell heavily.

"General Cui Shen, get up..."

After dealing with the dead soldiers of the alien race, He Ji threw away the iron bones in his hand and stretched out his palm to pull Cui Liang.

"Puchi~"

But just as Cui Liang was about to reach out, a tragedy happened...

There was only a sound of the torn armor, and half of the blood-dropping tip of the knife was exposed in front of He Ji's chest.

"ah……"

Seeing this scene, Cui Liang immediately roared, suddenly stood up from the ground and grabbed the arc knife that the dead man had dropped before, aiming at the head of the Monroe man behind He Ji, and directly overturned him in a pool of blood.

After packing up the Monroe, Cui Liang held He Ji and leaned against a corner of the wall. At this moment, blood in He Ji's mouth turned out like a fountain.

"Hold on, you will be fine..." Cui Liang kept comforting He Ji, pressed his hand against the bleeding wound, turned around and shouted, "Come on..."

Xiao Liang, who had just left a stone not far away, heard Cui Liang's shouting and immediately came to him with his body. When he saw He Ji's appearance, he was shocked and did not react for a moment.

"He will leave it to you for your care, please..."

Cui Liang left a sentence to Xiao Liang, patted his left shoulder, looked at He Ji again, and then his face was heavy, and he suddenly stood up and continued to command the defenders to resist the attack of the Monroe people.

"Old He, how are you doing..." Xiao Liang pressed the blood on Xiao Liang's chest and said nervously, "Don't worry, there will be no problem, but I just shed some blood. Just go back and buy a few kilograms of meat to replenish it..."

However, He Ji had no choice but to say a word at this moment. As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood in his mouth emerged like a tide.

He tried hard to put his hand into his clothes and armor, and then handed a blood-stained envelope to Xiao Liang. His eyes, which were gradually fading, were full of reluctance and concern.

The moment Xiao Liang took the envelope, his hand was grabbed by He Ji. Looking at the strange color on He Ji's face, Xiao Liang had already burst into tears and yelled at He Ji with gritted teeth: "Old He, don't worry, you can definitely participate in your daughter and the hairpin ceremony. The barbarians outside the pass will never break through the pass! Your daughter will not be in trouble..."

"Well……"

Listening to Xiao Liang's words, He Ji snorted lightly, his frowning brow finally stretched out. Then he relaxed his hand, let go of Xiao Liang's arm, and drooped down weakly, and died in anger.

When he died, He Ji still had a trace of longing for his relatives on his face...

Xiao Liang lay on He Ji's body motionless. Then he looked ferocious. He looked at the envelope in his hand and pinched it tightly, angrily tore the only trace of his remaining reason.

"Bitches are raised! You all die for me!"

Suddenly, Xiao Liang roared angrily, grabbed his sword and snatched the Monroe who were climbing up the trunk.

"Die for me~"

"Puff...shy..."

On the other hand, facing a Monroe Dead Warrior who had just fallen into the trough, the iron halberd in his hand pierced his chest. As his arms spread to both sides, the Dead Warrior was instantly torn in half by the Iron Sword, turning into a bloody rain.

Wei Dian's killing continued. The moment he tore the Monroe in half, he flipped the iron halberd in his hand and directly hit the neck of a Monroe who was intending to attack behind him.

As soon as the Monroe raised the scimitar in his hand, he felt the scene in front of him spinning like a turning lamp. After stopping, his head had already turned around his neck for two or three times...

After kicking the Monroe over, Wei Dian's feet were covered with six or seven corpses of aliens. They were extremely miserable in their deaths. After careful identification, there was no complete body.

"Drink~"

A whirlwind sounded up behind Wei Dian, and a five-man guard team was guarding their own battlements, striving to block the Monroe who rushed to the city.

"Puff~"

A Monroe died just jumping down from the wall, but his legs were not yet touching the ground, but a thick armor-breaking cone pierced the abdomen and penetrated his back.

"Bang~"

The extremely distorted face of the Monroe Deadman opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but soon, a long shield in the hand of a guard next to him hit his face, lifting the flying gate alive and falling into blood...

At another clutch, a team of five guards formed a calm formation when facing the attack of three Monroe soldiers. They did not let them break through their own small formation, and kept forcing them to close the clutch, compressing the movable space.

"Puchi~"

After more than ten rounds, a dead soldier showed great impatience and immediately waved his mace in his hand to hit the long shield of a knife and shield hand in front of him.

However, at this moment, the spearman on the hand of the sword shield grabbed a flaw caused by the Dead Warrior's attack, quickly stabbed the spear in his hand, drilled directly into the Monroe armpit, and crushed all the organs in his body.

“Ah~”

"Bang~"

The Monroe Soldier screamed in pain, but before his shouting subsided, the spearman calmly pulled the spear back hard. The Monroe Soldier was pulled over uncontrollably, and was finally kicked to the ground by another guard soldier. The bloody spearhead was also pulled out, splashing out a blood mark on the surface.

The remaining two Monroe dead soldiers just glanced at their dead companions on the ground and still confronted the Guards in a fighting manner.

"Swish~"

"Puff~"

A sharp crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the back of the Guards, directly piercing the throat of one of the Monroe Dead Soldiers. The Monroe Dead Soldier was caught in the arrow and retreated rapidly, and finally hit the wall behind him hard, and instantly lost any breath.

But the crossbowman in this guard squad was calmly loading arrows. He did not have any emotional fluctuations in shooting a Monroe. In his eyes, this was normal.

"You lowly Zhou Gou, all you should die for me~"

Seeing that his companions fell down one by one, only he was left alone, the dead soldier roared in Huyu, waved the scimitar in his hand and rushed towards the guards team without hesitation...

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

In an instant, a roar of metal breaking into his body sounded, and the body of the Monroe Deathman was penetrated by two spears and two Qi swords. The boiling blood slowly flowed down his body to his feet, gradually forming a blood-colored stream...

The organized formations of guard soldiers in various places controlled the defense line they needed to defend well. The Monroe, who had blocked the Monroe, could not advance within two steps of the clamping, made the Monroe unconsciously avoid the Guards' defense line and attack other places.

Of course, the Xuanwu Pass defenders are not uncommon...

"Ah ha~"

Du Zhenxiao jumped and shouted loudly, raised a nail hammer in his hand and fell into the dense crowd.

A Monroe, who was concentrating on fighting with the defenders, was caught off guard and his head was hit by the blunt weapon in Du Zhenxiao's hand. In an instant, it cracked like a watermelon, and died extremely miserable.

"Kill~"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After a long battle, both the Monroe and the defenders seemed to have completely fallen into madness at this moment. They were red with their eyes and gritted their teeth, showing an endless expression. The dazzling cold lights in the cold wind kept flashing back and forth, bringing a touch of bright red color, dyeing the magnificent high walls of this magnificent pass.

“Woo~~”

At sunset, the horn of the Monroe retreat sounded again in front of the Gobi Desert outside Xuanwu Pass.

The Monroe, who heard the horn, immediately gave up the attack and ignored the body of his companion and retreated like a tide. Today's offensive finally came to an end.

...

"Du Zhenxiao, how many people are there now?"

"Report to General Cui Gan, our troops have lost more than 700 people now, and many of them are injured. I am afraid that less than a thousand people can stand up straight..."

The continuous hard battles caused Cui Liang's headquarters to suffer heavy losses. The two thousand defenders now have less than one thousand to fight, and the situation has become very uncertain.

After hearing Du Zhenxiao's words, Cui Liang took off the iron helmet on his head and let out a long sigh, looked at the situation outside the trunk on the edge of the road, and then sneered and said, "It's enough. I'm afraid those barbarians have lost more than us these days!"

Du Zhenxiao swallowed his dry throat hard, bent down and asked Cui Liang, "General Cui Shen, should I ask Deputy General Nie for help?"
Chapter completed!