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Chapter 229 Deadly Battle (seeking monthly ticket)

The two exhausted white horse righteous servants were beheaded and dismounted one after another.

Until the last moment of their death, they did not forget to whisper their oath: "Beiliang Army, kill!"

"Beiliang army killed!"

A surrounded white horse Yi Cong yelled as he beheaded the big man in black.

Then, a big man in black slashed at his head.

"Crack!"

The sharp scimitar was suddenly stuck on his neck.

"The bones of my Han family will always be harder than the scimitars of your Turks."

The white horse Yi Cong roared and threw himself into the arms of the big man in black.

The big knife in his hand pierced into the belly of the big man in black.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

As his words fell, a stream of hot blood spurted out along his neck in an instant.

Facing this scene, Liu Mo Nong and the big men in black around her were instantly stunned.

Their hearts were filled with deep shock!
Fighting till now, the shock these hundreds of white horses gave them has already surpassed their understanding of the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

Are these still soldiers of the Tang Dynasty?
No!

They are not human, they are demons from hell!

This thought kept lingering in everyone's minds.

At this time, hundreds of white horses have fought, and there are less than a hundred people fighting.

And more than half of the hundreds of black-clothed men led by Liu Mo Nong were killed or injured, and less than 200 people are still alive.

Looking at the Turkic cavalry, there were already less than [-], and nearly thousands of people were killed or injured.

The corpses all over the ground, the blood all over the ground, filled with endless desolation.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

Shen Lang roared hysterically, and then chopped off the head of a Turkic cavalry with the bright silver gentian gun in his hand.

And then, a sharp machete fell hard on his shoulder.

Accompanied by the piercing pain, his body could not help shaking, and he almost fell off the horse.

"Death to me!"

Shen Lang roared ferociously, and the bright silver gentian spear pierced his body fiercely.

That powerful inertia directly pierced his body, nailing him firmly to the ground.

Shen Lang tightly held the bright silver gentian gun in his hand, his body was bent, and he was dressed roughly.

At this time, he was also exhausted.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Immediately afterwards, two sharp Turkic scimitars fell on his back one after another, and the sound of skin being ripped open made Shen Lang smile wryly.

"go to hell!"

He suddenly stopped his waist, pulled out the bright silver gentian gun in his hand from the corpse, turned around and swept out.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Following two spurts of blood, the bright silver gentian gun directly took away the heads of two Turkic cavalry.

"Rush out and join the general!"

"Beiliang Army, kill kill kill!"

"Protect the general, kill him!"

The remaining [-] or [-] white horse Yicong roared loudly while killing in Shen Lang's direction.

Shen Lang looked at the few dozen white horses left around him, his eyes became moist in an instant.

Three thousand white horses follow him, and follow him to march northward.

It was only less than half a month at this time, and almost all of them died in battle.

Now there are less than 20 of the three thousand white horses, how can he not be angry?How not to be sad?

At this time, his heart was full of self-blame and guilt.

Even if he has magical skills and immortality, he can increase the number of Baima Yicong to 3000.

But these Baima Yicong who died in battle are not weapons for killing in his heart, but brothers who fought side by side with him!
Every time he activates the immortal skill, the summoned ones are no longer the brothers who fought side by side with him before.

The yin and yang are separated, and they meet once with the help of magical skills.But there is only endless killing and constant fighting.

He didn't even have a good chat with them, got drunk, and didn't remember their strange faces.

Looking at the battlefield with corpses strewn all over the field, and the few remaining white horses, Shen Lang's heart was filled with endless self-blame and guilt, sadness and desolation!
"General be careful!"

Following the howl of a white horse Yicong, a cold Turkic scimitar reached Shen Lang's head.

The white horse Yi Cong roared and rushed towards Shen Lang.

"Pfft!"

With the sound of skin being torn apart, he firmly protected Shen Lang on the horse's back.

"General, you must live and avenge us!"

Before the white horse Yi Cong could finish his words, he collapsed on Shen Lang's body.

"General, let's go!"

Another white horse righteous follower next to him roared and chopped off the two Turkic cavalry around Shen Lang.

And he, too, had his arm cut off by the Turkic scimitar.

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

He shook his scarred body and looked up to the sky, roaring.

The arm that hadn't been completely severed was still swaying in the cold wind, dripping with blood.

I saw him waving the Beitang sword in his hand, and rushed to kill the black Turkic cavalry.

"The Northern Liang army charges!"

He roared and roared, and killed a Turkic cavalryman off his horse with one knife.

Then, countless Turkic scimitars fell on his already shaky body, cutting him down and knocking him off his horse.

"General, you have to live."

He stared in Shen Lang's direction, smiled, whispered, and slowly ended his short but extraordinary life.

"Escort the general away quickly!"

"After I come to stop, you go first!"

Bai Ma Yi roared up to the sky, one by one scrambling to stand in front of Shen Lang, desperately killing the Turkic cavalry on the opposite side.

However, there are now less than ten of them.

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

How did they resist the countless Turkic army!

Shen Lang watched Bai Ma Yicong beside him fall to the ground one by one, like a scarecrow stained red with blood.

He stood there dazedly, staring foolishly.

At this moment, his mind was already blank.

The back view of Bai Ma Yicong, who looked at death like home, flashed slowly in his mind.

Familiar and unfamiliar figures, cute and ferocious faces flashed before his eyes.

Scene after scene, Twilight is heart-wrenching.

One after another, all of them are Haoerlang of the Han family.

"General, you must live!"

The last Baima Yicong firmly grasped the scimitar piercing his abdomen with one hand, dropped the big knife in his hand with the other, and firmly grasped Shen Lang's arm.

He grabbed Shen Lang's arm tightly and said in a hoarse voice.

Then a Turkic iron cavalry who rushed to kill him next to him raised the Turkic scimitar in his hand, and chopped off at Shen Lang's head with one stroke.

"General Blood Armor, your head is mine!"

The Turkic cavalry roared ferociously, using all his strength in his hands.

But his heart was filled with endless excitement and joy!
(End of this chapter)