Xing Hanmao, who was kneeling on one knee, supported his shaking body with the Beitang knife in his hand.

"Hahaha!"

Facing the war horse that smashed towards him, he couldn't help but laugh to the sky.

There is no fear at all, only endless glory.

"I entered the Northern Tang Dynasty in this life, and I will have no regrets even if I die."

He roared while tilting his head, slowly closing his eyes.

Even though the white-armored general was able to fight against the frontier, complete the tasks of the white-armored general, and kill countless Turkic cavalry...

Countless firsts made him feel proud.

At this time, he could not face the fear of death, and could only defeat his own pride!

Born is from the Northern Tang Dynasty, and death is the soul of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

In this life, I entered the Northern Tang Dynasty and had no regrets even if I died!

"Old alcoholic, be careful!"

Cheng Chubi, who was bent down, then reached out and grabbed Xing Hanmao's arm.

"Puff!"

Then a sharp Turkic scimitar landed hard on Cheng Chubi's back.

At this critical moment, he didn't care about his back and tugged Xing Hanmao on the arm.

The powerful force made him lose balance in an instant and immediately fell from the war horse.

"Bang!"

The war horse whose front hooves were cut off by Xing Hanmao and hit Xing Hanmao hard at the position just now.

The roar of war horses and the painful screams of the Turkic cavalry falling to the ground gathered together, full of desolation.

Cheng Chubi and Xing Hanmao fell to the side.

"Why are you so stupid?"

Xing Hanmao looked at Cheng Chubi's back, which was soaking his eyes as he said.

“We are brothers.”

Cheng Chubi said as he showed his white teeth, which contrasted sharply with his bloody cheeks.

"careful!"

Cheng Chumo roared, waved the Northern Tang sword in his hand and slashed the Turkic cavalry beside the two of them and lowered the horse.

"Puff!"

Then a sharp Turkic scimitar penetrated Cheng Chumo's abdomen.

"Dog-Damn Turkic Miscellaneous, I'll fuck your grandma!"

Cheng Chumo said, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"ah!"

He heard Cheng Chumo roaring to the sky, raised the Beitang sword in his hand, rushed to the neck of the Turkic Iron Cavalry opposite and slashed it hard.

"Puff!"

As the sound of the head falling to the ground sounded, Cheng Chumo's shaking body also fell to the ground.

Countless Northern Tang soldiers were fighting with the Turks for life.

They used their flesh and blood to forge the military spirit of the Northern Tang Dynasty and the pride of the Han family!

Just as the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty were killing the enemy in blood, the people in Chang'an City were still immersed in the joy of winning the Northern Tang army flag.

The news that Yunzhou and Yingzhou were captured had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

The people of Chang'an ran around and told each other, their faces filled with joy and the pride and pride of being a Han family.

The Northern Tang Army became famous overnight in Chang'an City, which made countless Chang'an men regret not being able to join the Northern Tang Army.

"Son! You are a hero!"

"Oh, you must come back alive."

An elderly mother murmured alone at the swaying candlelight.

As she just said that, she burst into tears.

"Mother, my elder brother is a hero. When my elder brother returns triumphantly, I will join the Northern Tang Army and let my elder brother go home to take care of you."

A strong man with a strong spirit couldn't wait to chop firewood in the yard.

Looking at the children in the yard, the kind old mother reached out and touched the tears on her face, showing a look of relief.

The frontier has captured two cities in a row, and his own children should be back soon.

"Dalang!"

The old mother, who was wiping her tears under the candlelight, suddenly looked at the yard and exclaimed.

"Dalang, why are you back now? You won't be a deserter, are you?"

The kind old mother was as dazzled, and she staggered towards the center of the yard.

She tried to grab her eldest son's hand, but she touched him no matter how she was.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The second son in the yard asked in confusion at his old mother.

"Look, your elder brother is back."

The old mother pointed at the child she couldn't touch and said in a trembling voice.

"Mother, I have fulfilled my mission and did not embarrass General Baijia, nor did I embarrass you."

As his words fell, the armor on his body instantly exploded.

The pieces of armor slowly fell down, and at the moment they landed on the ground, they turned into drops of blood.

Drops of blood fell to the ground, gathered together, and eventually turned into blood all over the ground.

The hot blood slowly spread around, eventually dyeing the entire yard red.

"Son!"

The old mother, standing in the middle of the blood, cried loudly while shouting at her child.

"Mother!"

The second son, who was chopping firewood, quickly supported the shaky old mother.

The large patch of blood slowly disappeared in front of me, and the elderly mother finally came to her senses.

"I seemed to see your elder brother just now. He is not a deserter, he is a hero."

The old mother looked at the direction of the border and said in a trembling voice.

But before he finished speaking, he turned into a tearful person.

That night, countless Chang'an people dreamed of their closest relatives on the border.

They stared silently at the direction of the border, prayed and looked forward.

...

Frontier, outside Pingzhou City.

The battle continued, and the corpses had already piled up one after another.

Every time the horse's hooves go further, I don't know how many people's bones were broken.

Countless blood gathered together and turned into a river.

"Kill! Blood debt and blood repayment!"

"Northern Tang Army, charge!"

"The Northern Tang army kills and kills!"

Li Yunfeng was covered in blood, as if he had just crawled out of the blood.

He kept waving the soul-breaking sword in his hand, roaring and fighting.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Every time the soul-breaking sword dance moves, it will take away the head of the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

And the wounds on his body gradually became more and more as the battle continued.

He was fighting like crazy.
To be continued...