swear to love heaven

The fearsome combat strength of the death army does not lie in their numbers or in their strategies. The reason why they have become the most popular army in the world today is actually very simple...don't die.

This condition is very simple to say, but in practice, it is impossible for any army to meet it.

After all, there is only one life.

When the head falls to the ground, your life will be completely over. Those rumors about reincarnation, so far, are all good hopes that have not been clearly confirmed.

It is human instinct to want to survive.

It is precisely because of this instinct that to a large extent it has become the shackles that bind the hands and feet of soldiers, even on the battlefield where the two armies are confronting each other.

However, as long as you can get rid of this longing for life, you will cease to be human in a certain spiritual sense.

It's not a god, it's... a demon.

It's a shame that Army of the Dead is the latter, and has always successfully played that role.

A silver knife shadow fell from his eyes and landed on his shoulder impartially, hot blood splashed on his face, the young dead soldier glanced at the crack on his shoulder, his bones were covered with flesh and bones, he roared angrily Then he stabbed the sword in his hand into the Hittite soldier's abdomen, and the blood and flesh from the drawn sword splashed on his arm. He raised his foot and kicked the Hittite soldier down, and his own steps began to falter.

The Syrian on one side took the opportunity to attack with a spear. He raised his sword to block it, but because of a shoulder injury, his movement was slightly slow and obviously slowed down by half a beat. Seeing the silver-black spearhead pointing directly at his throat, he still refused Going forward to meet him, the bloody sword light was the same as his eyes, completely cold and persistent.

The blood spilled, like a splash of fire, hot and scalding... The viscous liquid flowed down the eyelids, and the dead soldiers looked at the enemy in disbelief, and watched the Syrian's head fall from his shoulders in shock. Rolling down, in a very strange form.

The black spearhead stopped at a distance of a fist from his throat, and stopped forever... It seemed that a black shadow passed by quickly just now, filling his sight filled with gunpowder smoke, so that he didn't see clearly what it was. Who drove the horse.

With no time to think about it, the dead soldier who was seriously injured threw himself into the fierce fight again.

Driving forward, she had thrown away the black cloak a long time ago. Without the cover of the large cloak, Lemomena, who was still dressed in a black robe, rode amidst the silvery blood woven by the edge of the blade, agile and agile. At the same time as she shuttled through the ground, she left a bunch of blood mist blooming behind her, like a group of blood-colored flowers competing for beauty in the sand and dust, so beautiful that people can't bear to look away.

Visually, the number of people in this raid was definitely several times higher than that of the dead army. It seemed that Rabalsa had made up his mind to wipe out the whole army of the dead.

Just like back then, because his own brother opposed his strategy of governing the country many times, he became murderous, and finally conspired to slaughter his brother and his family, occupying the cold Iron Throne.

Turning sideways, dodging a knife slashed at the waist, and slashing the opponent's throat with a backhand sword, before the blood fell, Lemomena's figure was blurred in the wind and sand from the horse's hooves, and disappeared.

Soon he came to the center of the position, and through the dusty fighting, he saw the back of Da Wuxia, who was fighting among several Hittite generals.

Glancing around with cold eyes, he saw not far away that Syrian archers were nocking their arrows.

He rode his horse close to him, bent down and grabbed the bow handle with one hand, and cut off the archer's wrist with the sword in the other. When he threw down the bow and arrow with a scream while holding the broken wrist, Lemomena used the bow handle as a weapon, flipped his wrist hard The blow hit the archer's temple, and a bloody gash opened on the side of his face. Before he could snort, he fell heavily to the ground.

Lifting the bow and pulling the string, loosening the fingertips, the white feather wooden arrow flew out whistling, all in one go.

One of the besiegers of Davusha was shot down by an arrow. He stretched his neck and saw Lemomenna aiming his arrow, the sharp arrow pointing directly at his face.

As the wooden arrow passed through the crowd, Da Wuxia quickly stepped back half a step, watching the cluster of arrows fly past his nose, and accurately shot into the throat of General Hittite behind him.

"Go and protect His Highness, hurry up!" Shouted to the subordinates beside him, Da Wuxia flashed several swords that were slashed at the same time, swung the horizontal knife, and several bloody lights exploded.

The young subordinates fought all the way, surrounding Lemomena's horse with their bodies, beheading all the enemies who rushed up at their feet. In a short while, no one was able to break into this small encirclement.

His eyes swept over these young guards, and he couldn't see any expressions from their blood-stained faces, as if they were not in this life-and-death battle. Their calm and indifferent expressions made one wonder whether these young men were flesh-and-blood people. There is still an empty shell of human skin.

"Your Highness!" Kusina's adjutant appeared a few meters away, completely covered in blood, and it was impossible to see where the injury was.

"Where's Cusina?"

A sword pierced the Syrian's abdomen, and the adjutant galloped over, panting heavily, and replied: "Lord Kusina is in the south, and there is an army there. My lord asked his subordinates to come down and report to His Highness."

Surprised, from this point of view, the He-Syrian coalition forces have surrounded them. "how many people?"

Wiping the blood and sweat off his face, he replied, "At least 10 people, and...all of them are Egyptians."

Surprised, frown. "Egyptian? Are you sure?"

nod. "Yes, the subordinates can be sure."

A ray of dark light passed by quietly, half a moment of doubts and thoughts, half a moment later clear in the heart. "Tell Kusina to send a message to the Egyptians, thank His Majesty the Pharaoh for his kindness, this battle belongs to Hittite's family affairs, please don't interfere."

"Yes." The adjutant ran towards the south with a few followers.

Raising his eyes, he looked towards the south through the chaotic and dark air, his eyes were dark.Immediately, she pulled the rein and drove the horse into the bloody chaos.

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"Your Majesty, the Egyptian army has appeared in the south."

"What?!" Put down the wine glass in his hand heavily, stunned.

"They haven't acted yet and seem to be observing the situation."

Getting up, pacing back and forth, the haze that even the bright sunlight could not dispel, was swallowing up the sunlight bit by bit with La Balsa's hurried pace.

After a long while, he stopped by the table and slammed his palm on the wooden table, shaking the wine cup on the table back and forth. He ordered angrily: "Send the order, speed up the attack, and wipe out the dead army before sunrise tomorrow." .”

"Yes." The commanding officer got his order, saluted and exited the big tent.

"Wait a minute!" He suddenly called out to stop the herald, and La Balsa lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about it. After a moment, he changed his gloomy expression, and said arrogantly: "Prepare the horse, I want to fight in person."

Dazed, the herald came back to his senses and nodded in response.

The sense of smell of these Egyptians is better than that of a dog's nose. As soon as they smelled movement outside Kadesh, they immediately dispatched troops to wait for the ready-made benefits.

Whether it is the dead army or the He-Syrian coalition, they are all Egypt's enemies. No matter who wins or loses, the Egyptians only need to wait on the sidelines and give the final winner a head-on blow.

However, the Egyptians thought they were clever, but this time they were doomed to fail. How could a dead army of less than [-] be able to defeat the He-Syrian coalition forces of over a million.It was only a matter of time before the Hittites won. Even if they lost a small part of their troops in this battle, the remaining people would far be able to deal with the Egyptians.

Thinking of this, La Balza raised the corner of his mouth mockingly, brought the wine glass to his mouth, and drank it in one gulp.

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That stubborn woman who doesn't know what is good or bad is not a pity to die.

After receiving the message from the people sent by Lemomenna, Sharma was so angry that she almost ordered the army to turn around and return to Nupa, took a deep breath, ordered the army to rest on the spot, and led a dozen guards towards the valley.

Disdainful for a moment, he found Kalixi's hiding place. The guard saw a group of Egyptians approaching, and immediately reported Kalixi.

Turning over and dismounting, she saw Khaleesi standing outside the tent, the breeze rolled up the corners of her skirt and cast an illusory mottled shadow, an unreal beauty.

"Why are you here?" He stepped forward and asked in a hurry, probably understanding somewhat in his heart.

Worrying brown eyes fell on a pale and haggard face, unable to tell whether it was heartache or anger, mixed with five senses in a mess. "Your Majesty is still worried that the dead army is not the opponent of the He-Syrian coalition forces, so he sent me to bring people to support you."

The two walked into the temporary tent together. Although it was a temporary hiding place, it was fully equipped.Khaleesi sat down at the table and reached out to pick up the copper pot to pour water, but Sharma took it and put it down gently.

"She refused, right?" He asked unhurriedly, but he already knew the answer.

Out of anger, he said sarcastically, "I'd like to see how long the invincible dead army can last?"

He closed his eyes, looked at the sunlight falling on his lap, a little hesitantly in a trance, a little casually calm. "Thank His Majesty the Pharaoh for his kindness for me, Sharma, please don't blame Lemomenna."

With such a gentle and tender voice, uttering such a humble plea, even if your anger is as indestructible as a thousand years of ice, you will not escape the fate of being melted into rippling spring water, how can you escape this calamity.

Accepting his fate, he sighed, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

"Lemomena, she... has her own mission, and none of us can stop her, nor can we stop her." Her heart was hurting, deep and heavy.It was so deep that she couldn't find the source of the pain, and it was so heavy that she felt suffocated.

Looking sideways, the girl in front of her, who is clearly smiling but doesn't show any warmth, is really that carefree little princess?Sharma was puzzled.

For a long while, both of them were immersed in their own thoughts, neither wanting to speak nor knowing how to speak.Time, just like this, slipped away quietly in the breeze by the door, quietly taking away the gloom and melancholy hovering in the sun, but the atmosphere was still gloomy and terrifying, revealing a dead silence that could not be blown away by the wind.

Suddenly, the guard's voice sounded outside the tent. "Lord Sharma, there is news from the front that King Hittite is in battle."

The two people who were originally silent were suddenly startled, unable to hide their astonishment and astonishment. Sharma immediately got up and walked out, not forgetting to ask: "You wait here, I will leave some guards to protect you."

"I'll go with you." A sudden sentence stopped Sharma from walking to the door.

Looking back, his face was gloomy, and his voice was quite firm. "No, it's too dangerous before the battle, anything can happen, you're safe here."

Shaking his head, his dull blue eyes suddenly brightened up, as if the sadness that had been suppressed had been illuminated by a cluster of sunlight, and the sea blue eyes were filled with poignant and moving eagerness. "I'm going."

"Carrie--"

"I must go, even if you don't take me, I will still go by myself." Gritting my teeth, I said, the insignificant threat can achieve the desired result.

Sigh, frown, annoyed. "You promise to be obedient and not mess around, you know?"

A faint smile, a delicate and eye-catching smile, could hardly conceal the pale weakness. "I know."

Sighs suppressed in the throat, one after another, Sharma ridiculed her weakness and retreat countless times.

If she could ruthlessly reject Khaleesi, even... only once.