Suddenly, a shrill roar sounded. Di Li hurriedly raised his head and saw a blood-stained Liao soldier holding a scimitar and pounced towards him. His face was covered in blood, and his ferociousness was like a ghost from hell. The howling in his mouth was even more shrill, making people terrified and terrified.

Di Li was immediately shocked. Even though he had unique skills and excellent martial arts, facing such a terrifying enemy soldier, the soldiers who had just started to go to the battlefield were young after all. They were stunned for a moment and forgot to raise their swords to meet the enemy. They watched the enemy wave the bloody scimitar and slashed at his head!

The wind sounded, and a steel knife swung in the air. With a loud bang, it struck the scimitar and then drew an arc in the air, slashing the Liao soldier's face like lightning. The sword was so fast that the Liao soldier could not resist. He screamed, and his whole face was chopped in half. His body was thrown out by a huge force, and he flew backwards. He fell to the ground with a thud, rolled twice, and never moved again.

Seeing a living person's face being cut off and half of his head remained, a violent terrorist attack came, Di Li screamed in fear, his face pale, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"Stop the sound!" Luo Dacheng roared angrily, seeing that no enemy was attacking for the time being, he took the time to raise his leg and kick Di Li hard, shouting: "If you want to survive, pick up the knife and chop him up for me!"

Di Li was kicked and staggered, and the roar reached his ears. The pain on his body made the soldiers who were in the battle formation awaken much. He raised his head and looked at Luo Dacheng holding a sword and shield in front of him, slashing the attacking Liao soldiers like a lion. He felt warm in his heart and shouted in secret: "It was the sergeant who saved me!"

Looking at Luo Dacheng's waving swords and chopping the enemies one by one to the ground, Di Li's heart gradually became clear. His snow-white and neat teeth bit his lips, his slender palms tightly held the sword, and walked forward stepping forward, standing beside Luo Dacheng, slashed down with a fierce knife, slashing heavily on the neck of a Liao soldier who was rushing from the side, and chopping him to the ground on the spot.

Blood was sprayed out and sprinkled on Di Li's body. However, the soldier gritted his teeth tightly. Even though his face was pale, he refused to retreat at all. He fought side by side with Luo Dacheng and slashed the enemy soldiers who rushed towards him like a tide to the ground one by one.

Luo Dacheng slashed a Liao soldier who rushed over with a knife, and took the time to turn his head and look at Di Li, and his eyes flashed with admiration. Although he was young, Di Li seemed to be very skillful in his martial arts and his sword skills were very tricky and weird. If the Liao soldiers who rushed up fought alone, no one would be his opponent. Now he has himself and he is fighting side by side with each other and taking care of each other, so he is not worried that he will be killed by the Liao soldiers in the chaos.

As the commander of the sergeant, he naturally had to take good care of his subordinates. There were only four subordinates in total. If one of them was lost in such a battle, Luo Dacheng would feel lost; not to mention that Di Li has been serving his daily life these days, being well-behaved and obedient, and he was unwilling to watch him beheaded by the enemy in front of him.

Beside, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu shouted happily, slashing and killing. For the first time, as a regular army, they strictly guarded their positions and fought against the enemy. They could be supported by their companions and attacked the enemy by the arrows of the archers behind them. They did not rush on the battlefield like they used to be, and they felt fresh in their hearts. They hadn't seen blood for a long time, and they were all excited to kill.]

Luo Dacheng led four subordinates to stand high on the position and stubbornly resisted the fierce attack of the enemy. Countless Liao soldiers rushed over with swords, and were all killed by this team of high-tech martial arts. The bodies were piled up in front of them.

Many of the troops elsewhere were defeated by the crazy Liao soldiers. A large number of Song soldiers were killed on the spot, and the sword and shield hands behind them immediately made up for their shortcomings. Only Luo Dacheng was firmly held here by this soldier, killing countless enemy soldiers without taking a step back.

The archers in the back formation kept firing arrows and shooting the cannon fodder soldiers in front of them. The more corpses were accumulated on the battlefield, and the battle became more and more tragic.

Finally, the sound of gold sounded at the Liao Army. Most of the cannon fodder soldiers they sent were lost. They fled back in panic when they heard the sound. They were shot in the wild by Song army archers. There were countless corpses along the way, and they were tragically like a wilderness.

Seeing the enemy fleeing, Di Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. His pale little face was covered with sweat and blood. Looking at the enemy soldiers who had fled from afar, he suddenly fell to the ground with a weak breath and fainted.

Luo Dacheng had just put the knife in the sheath when he suddenly saw him fall down. He was shocked and hurriedly bent down to examine it. He reached out and touched his chest, and could feel the beating of his heart. But there was a strange touch on his hand, which made him confused.

After a rough check, I saw that Di Li was not injured and his pulse was still stable and powerful. It was obvious that he was losing his strength during the battle, and he was excited. Although he survived the war, he finally fainted.

Luo Dacheng shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly. He looked up and saw that Zhang Long and the other two were all safe and sound. Instead, they were extremely excited and then they felt relieved.

Listening to the call to withdraw the troops, Luo Dacheng bent down and picked up Di Li's body, hugged it in his arms, and walked backwards.

He is very strong now, and even if he picks up Di Li and his armor, he is not very heavy. Moreover, the 14-5-year-old boy is thin and has a very light weight. He doesn't feel any difficulty in holding it in his arms.

He lowered his head and looked at Di Li's pale and beautiful little face, and felt a little pity, which rose in Luo Dacheng's heart.

After experiencing this fierce battle, my subordinate should be able to understand the cruel nature of the war and gradually become stronger in the subsequent battles.
Chapter completed!