Qin Zichuan looked at the dozens of white horses left around him, and his eyes became moist in an instant.

Three thousand white horses followed him and followed him to the north to fight for the snow.

It was only less than half a month before, and almost all of them died in the battlefield.

Now that the three thousand white horses are less than twenty, how can he not be angry? How can he not be sad?

At this moment, his heart was filled with self-blame and guilt.

Even if he has magical skills and immortality, he can add the number of Baima Yichi to three thousand people.

But these white horses who died in battle were not a weapon for killing in his heart, but a brother who fought side by side with him!

Every time he activates his magic skills, he will no longer summon his brothers who fought side by side with him.

Yin and Yang are separated, and we meet once with the help of magical skills. But there is only endless killing and constant battles.

He hadn't even had a good chat with them, had been drunk, and hadn't remembered their strange faces.

Looking at the battlefield where corpses were everywhere, the few remaining white horses, Qin Zichuan's heart was filled with endless self-blame and guilt, sadness and sadness!

"Be careful, General!"

As the roar of a white horse Yicong sounded, a cold Turkic scimitar came to Qin Zichuan's head.

The white horse Yicong roared and rushed towards Qin Zichuan.

"Puff!"

As a sound of flesh and blood blooming sounded, he protected Qin Zichuan tightly on the horse's back.

"General, you must survive and avenge us!"

Before the white horse Yicong could finish his speech, he collapsed on Qin Zichuan.

"General, go quickly!"

Another white horse Yicong beside him, roaring while killing two Turkic cavalry around Qin Zichuan and down.

And he was also cut off an arm by the slashed Turkic scimitar.

"If you can follow the general in this life, you will have no regrets even if you die!"

He shook his scarred body and roared to the sky.

The arms that had not been completely broken were bleeding and kept swaying in the cold wind.

He waved the Northern Tang sword in his hand and rushed towards the black Turkic Iron Cavalry.

"The Northern Tang Army Charges!"

He roared and roared, and slashed a Turkic cavalry with one knife to his horse.

Then, countless Turkic scimitars fell on his already shaky body and chopped him over and fell off his horse.

"General, you must live."

He stared at Qin Zichuan's direction, smiled and whispered, slowly ending his short but extraordinary life.

"Escort the general away quickly!"

"I'll cut off the rear, you guys go first!"

Baima Yi roared from the sky, rushing to block Qin Zichuan, desperately killing the Turkic Iron Cavalry opposite.

However, now there are less than ten of them.

Now, they are already at the end of the strong bow.

How could they resist the countless Turkic army!

Qin Zichuan watched the white horses beside him fall to the ground and die, like a scarecrow stained with blood.

He stood there foolishly, staring at him.

At this time, his head was already blank.

Bai Ma Yi slowly passed through their backs, which were ready to die, in his mind.

One by one, one familiar and unfamiliar back, one by one, one cute and ferocious face, passed by his eyes.

One scene after another, the dusk is heartbreaking.

One by one, everyone is a good man from the Chinese family.

"General, you must be alive!"

The last white horse Yicong grabbed the scimitar that pierced the abdomen with one hand, threw down the Beitang sword with the other hand, and grabbed Qin Zichuan's arm tightly.

He grabbed Qin Zichuan's arm tightly and said hoarsely.

Then a Turkic cavalry rushing toward him raised the Turkic scimitar in his hand and slashed at Qin Zichuan's head with one knife.

"General White Armor, your head is mine!"

The Turkic Iron Cavalry roared with a ferocious face, and he couldn't help but use all his strength in his hands.

He followed Jie Li Khan to fight on the battlefield, waved Turkic scimitars countless times and killed countless Han people.

But there is no sword that can compare with this sword!

Because of this knife, not only Qin Zichuan's head was cut down, but also the vast grassland, but also the saint in the hearts of the grassland warriors!

He seemed to see the people of the grassland surrendering to his feet, and he seemed to see the saint Yang Shuang lying in his arms.

As the Turkic scimitar in his hand got closer to Qin Zichuan's head, the beautiful scene became clearer and clearer!

At this critical moment, the last white horse Yicong beside Qin Zichuan, he let go of the scimitar inserted into his abdomen, opened his arms and hugged Qin Zichuan's body tightly.

He even raised his neck and took the initiative to meet the cut Turkic scimitar.

"Puff!"

"Click!"

As the sound of skin blooming and flesh blooming sounded, the sharp Turkic scimitar instantly cut off the head of the White Horse Yicong.

"General, you must be alive."

At the moment when the head and the corpse were divided into two, what the white horse Yicong was most worried about was Qin Zichuan's life and death.

He hopes that Qin Zichuan can live, and three thousand white horses Yicong hopes that Qin Zichuan and others will live!

Even if they die, even if they have no corpse, or even if they pay a heavy price, they still hope that Qin Zichuan can live.

In their eyes, Qin Zichuan was not only the white-armored general they admired in their hearts, but also like their children.

For him, they would rather die!

Even when they are given a chance to choose, they will not hesitate!

As the last white horse Yicong's head fell to the ground, the hot blood that ejaculated out of that instant instantly splashed Qin Zichuan's eyes instantly.

Looking at the white horse Yicong whose head was cut off from his arms and looking at the hideous faces of the Turkic Iron Cavalry around him, Qin Zichuan's head couldn't help but buzz.

The endless anger swept across his body in an instant, and the endless anger soared into the sky, causing the veins all over his body to rise up.

The endless anger seemed to make his body explode!

"ah!"

He held the Fang Tian Hua Ji tightly in his hand, roared to the sky, and two lines of blood and tears instantly cut through his blood-stained cheek.

Fang Tian's Painted Ridge trembled as if he felt the endless anger in his master's heart.

The red rabbit horse he sat down even raised its hooves and roared to the sky.

Listening to his hysterical roar, the Turkic Iron Cavalry around him seemed to feel his soul trembling.

The war horses in the city couldn't help but start to pace backwards, trembling with fear.

This endless murderous aura instantly spread in the Far East City.

The air is burning, as if the sky is trembling!

Jie Li Khan in the distance saw the scene in front of him, his face was instantly frozen.

Now he finally managed to kill the White Armor General, but not only did he not have the slightest joy in his heart, but he was filled with inexplicable fear.

Yang Shuang behind Qin Zichuan's body trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with unspeakable sadness and inexplicable pain.
Chapter completed!