The cold light flashed in the torch light.

Three people entered a wolf pack like tigers.

But at this time, the Dali cavalry finally came to their senses one after another.

Some cavalry retreated to the back, but some cavalry shouted and killed and surrounded and suppressed the three.

Under the cover of artistic conception, they felt cold in their hearts, but they would not retreat. After all, they had so many people who could always give them some courage.

"You two protect the villagers!"

The old man, who was invincible in the crowd, suddenly shouted at his two sons.

He saw Dali cavalry rushing towards the villagers behind.

Two young men rushed back with guns.

A spear broke through the air.

A cavalry approaching the villagers was directly penetrated by a spear and screamed and fell off the horse.

The war horse still rushed to the villagers, causing constant exclamations.

The fire is messy.

The sound of horse hooves trampling is even more messy.

At the entrance of the village, Dali troops were surging, surrounding the old man, and almost no sign of the old man was seen.

Although the two middle-aged men were worried about their father's safety, they also took into account the villagers behind them and had to stand under the plaque at the entrance of the village and prevented any Dali army from rushing over.

The artistic conception has never dissipated.

No one noticed that blood was gradually coming out from the corner of the mouth of the old man who was invincible among the crowd.
Chapter completed!