Chapter 507: Impairing the enemy

In the urn city, the bodies of the Xifan Army were stacked in a row and in a row.

Some people gathered in places, and the bodies were already very high.

Until the three thousand undead soldiers were almost dead, Simien and others in the city gate still failed to open the city gate.

A large number of Zhou army soldiers ran down the city wall and entered the urn.

People lined up neatly square arrays and advanced forward.

When someone saw the soldiers of the Xifan Army who were not dead, they immediately went up and took a break.

Liang Ping walked out of the crowd of his soldiers.

He stood in front of the city gate, looking at the Xifanjun who was still slashing wooden stakes inside, his lips raised, smiled coldly, and said proudly: "Do you still have to struggle to death when you die?"

Simien walked out of the city gate hole.

Even he, his arms and thighs, had an arrow inserted into each of them.

The shield in his hand was like a hedgehog, with at least twenty or thirty arrows inserted.

He stared at Liang Ping and asked, "Do you dare to fight me to the death?"

Liang Ping couldn't understand what he was saying, so he turned to look at the translator.

The translator carefully translated Ximien's words to Liang Ping.

After hearing this, Liang Ping smiled with his back.

The old general walked straight towards Simien with a crescent knife in his hand.

The Zhou army soldiers behind took a step forward together.

boom!

Liang Ping turned his head and shouted, "No one should interfere! I'll take his head!"

"Wei! Wei! Wei—"

The soldiers of Zhou shouted in unison while hitting the shield with weapons.

Simien roared, rushed towards Liang Ping with a knife, and slashed his head with one knife.

Liang Ping's horizontal knife is upwards.

Dang!

A ball of sparks broke out between the blade and the rod.

Liang Ping swept his sword outward, and cut Simien's waist with his blade.

Simien jumped up and pointed at the old general's head, and another knife that struck Huashan.

In this sword, Simien not only used all his strength, but also integrated into the falling inertia. The momentum was like a huge tremendous force. The sound of breaking the wind made people feel stuffy in their chests.

Liang Ping first took a step back, then swung the Yanyue Sword upwards.

Dang--

This iron collision was almost pierced by the eardrums of people around them.

The few Xifan soldiers in the city gate were close to each other, so people felt their ears buzzing, and then they could not hear anything, and their eardrums were tingling with their hearts.

People hold their ears, kneel on the ground, wailing in pain.

Looking at Liang Ping again, he leaned back and took three steps in a row.

The old general inserted the tail of the knife into the ground behind him, stabilizing his body.

In contrast, Simien, his figure in the air flew backwards, flew several meters away before landing on the ground.

Afterwards, he rolled again, and the wheels came out two or three meters away.

He climbed up from the ground with difficulty, watching him, his helmet fell, his shield was lost, and even his scimitar had been bent and deformed.

This Zhou man is obviously an old man, so how could he have such great strength?

Simien looked at Liang Ping, his eyes emitting poisonous light, and he wished he could swallow the old general alive.

Liang Ping flipped his wrist and pulled out a sword flower to the Yanyue Sword. He carried the knife with one hand and touched his beard with the other hand, and said proudly: "The generals of the Xifan Army are nothing more than that!"

How could he know that Simien was not an ordinary general of the Xifan Army, but the deputy commander of the Immortal Army. Among the famous Immortal Army, he is the second-ranked second only to Diyar.

Although he could not understand the old general's language, he could also feel the other party's contempt.

He roared, threw away the deformed scimitar in his hand, picked up another scimitar from the ground, and rushed towards the old general with great strides. Judging from his posture, he was fighting for his life.

As soon as he arrived near Liang Ping, Liang Ping's Yanyue Sword slashed towards him.

Simien was about to block the knife, but suddenly a ball of sand flew over from the side, and was hitting his face without bias.

"ah--"

Simien screamed and instinctively closed his eyes that had entered the sand.

Just as he closed his eyes, Liang Ping's knife also approached him.

There was a crack in the earlobe, and the sharpness of the Yanyue Sword slashed in from Simien's left shoulder and slashed out under his right rib.

This heavy knife, with the oblique shoulder strap back, splits Simien into two segments diagonally.

The old general looked at the corpse on the ground, then turned his head and glared at the side.

The one who just made the sand was not someone else, but Liang Pi.

Seeing that my father looked at him with a fierce look on his face, Liang Pi quickly explained: "Dad, I... I was itchy just now, but who knew that I could just poke it casually and poke a ball of soil!"

I believe you!

If it wasn't on the battlefield at this time, the old general really wanted to slap his stupid son twice.

Liang Ping glared at him fiercely, then looked at the remaining Xifan troops in the city gate, and said coldly: "Kill them all! No one left!"

In a word, it is equivalent to verdicting the death sentence of these Xifan troops.

Crack-

In an instant, the sound of the bowstrings being pulled was connected into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the bowstrings erupted everywhere.

More than a dozen Xifan soldiers in the city gate were shot into hedgehogs in just a blink of an eye and fell to the ground.

Following the tunnel, the three thousand undead troops sneaked into Huaian City, including the deputy general of the Undead Army, Ximien, were ambushed by the Zhou army and all died in the urn.

Liang Ping ordered the heads of all the bodies of the Xifan Army, hang them on the top of the city, and demonstrate to the Xifan Army outside the city.

The war in the city ended.

And the war outside the south city has just begun.

More than 10,000 soldiers of the Xifan Army swam along the Qin River to the vicinity of Huaian City.

However, before they could get ashore, a fleet of Zhou Guo warships suddenly drove over from the upper reaches of the Qin River.

This team of warships, large and small, must have hundreds of ships.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that these warships are actually transformed by civilian ships.

Among them are not only fishing boats, cargo ships, but also the painting boats in brothels.

At this time, Li Yu, Shen Fang, Lu Fang and others were standing on the largest and most luxurious pleasure boat.

Shen Fang saw the little heads on the river surface, and turned to look at Li Yu.

Li Yu smiled at Shen Fang and said, "General Shen can command this battle with peace of mind, I will just watch!"

Shen Fang intervened and bowed to Li Yu.

Then, he turned his head and said, "Send the orders to crush the ships and shoot arrows to kill the enemy at the same time!"

"Yes! General!"

The commander to convey Shen Fang's general order.

More than a hundred warships rushed towards the crowd of the Xifan Army.

Seeing this, the Xifan army was shocked. How could their flesh and blood be able to withstand the impact of the ship?

People quickly turned around and planned to swim back.

However, how can people pass by boats faster when swimming?

Soon, more than a hundred warships chased them.
Chapter completed!