Chapter 297： Charge

"Be careful with the arrow."

Chu Huaiyu suddenly pulled the reins and rushed out with the cavalry side. Everyone raised the shields. In the north, thousands of archers shot the dense arrows in the dark, but reloaded the cavalry. The strong shackles are here. After bearing a round of arrows, only a few people were slightly injured, and no one was killed.

"call out."

The invisible sharp blade shuttles through the crowd. The magic sound knife quickly kills more than ten people under the control of Lin Muyu. With the back of the master, all the way goes, but no one can see how the knife is killed. The refining soul of the Scorpio beast keeps screaming and stunned.

Long Lingjian flew out with the luster of the golden cymbal. He slammed through multiple Shields and quickly strangled the explosion. The smashing of the blast into the shock wave shocked the seven or eight people and quickly shredded the group of volunteers. The defensive array formed, and then forward, is still waiting for the flying camp.

Long Qianlin has been prepared for prevention. It is not so much that Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiqi are attacking in the night. It is better to say that they are self-investing in the net. It seems that Long Qianlin also guessed that the Imperial Army would start the battle of the fish and die, so there were more than ten weights arranged in the camp. Shields and bows and arrows, and behind this is a more terrible spear array, that is the most feared way of heavy cavalry.

"Be careful."

Chu Huai 渑 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马 马Along with the rushing and smashing the spears, many of the battalion soldiers were pierced by the spears, and the tragic sounds were heard.

Lin Muyu carried the long sword and Chu Huaiyu side by side, the dragon spirit sword cut iron like mud, but a sword would cut a spear, palms raised, the first Xuanli launched, a mess.

Numerous celestial stars appeared in the crowd, and in the twinkling of an eye, nearly 20 names of the brave soldiers were smashed into bodies, and they were full of blood. Under the impact of the seven sacred mysterious forces, they almost rushed and exploded.

At this time, Lin Muyu had only one word at the bottom of his heart. He killed all the benevolence and righteousness in this moment. The kindness to the enemy is cruel to himself. He still understands this truth. What is more, this group of righteous soldiers is not a good person, most of them are It is the private army of Zhennan Wang Qinyi, not the Imperial Army fighting for the country.

In contrast, the Imperial Army of the Flying Riders is still fighting for the protection of the Imperial City without being killed by the massacre, but it is much more great.

......

"A rain."

Chu Huaiyu turned to look at Lin Muyu and said: "Save some, don't use martial arts and vindictiveness. This is war. This battle does not know how long it will last. You must maintain absolute physical strength and mystery."

Lin Muyu nodded: "Know, Chu brother."

As Chu Huaiyu said, the Feiqi camp rushed in the camp for half an hour and still did not rush out. God knows when it will be able to kill the encirclement, and the war was originally an art. This battle is more like a consumption. Who can support the winner who is the last one, Chu Huaiqi is very clever, understand the truth of killing the most people with the least strength.

Lin Muyu slowly converges on the true spirit and the martial arts. It only kills the enemy with a strong body. It is not bad. The dragon spirit sword is sharp, the Jedi horse is covered with armor, and Lin Muyu rushes all the way, and the dragon is killed under the dragon spirit sword. The soldiers have not reduced too much.

The wind has said that in the war, the absolute power is not absolute. War is like a huge meat grinder. Strong people will lose strength and life in the war. A strong heaven is equivalent. Hundreds of troops, a strong sanctuary is equivalent to a thousand troops, a strong **** is equivalent to 10,000 people. Once the murder exceeds this number, I am afraid that the strength will be exhausted, a sacred field, a godland, and a mortal What is the difference?

The flying battalion was rushed forward under the leadership of Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiqi, and the volunteers who died under the iron hoof of the flying battalion were numerous, but these volunteers seemed to be killing. The more and more, the more distant the torches are gathered in the distance. Obviously, the flying camp has attracted the attention of the volunteers. They began to increase their troops.

"Command."

A flying squad rides a tug of war and pulls a spear full of blood from the body. It splashes a face, but does not care. The face is pale and said: "We can’t get out, and the volunteers continue to increase their troops. At least more than 150,000 troops have flown from us all around. If there is no retreat now, I am afraid there will be no chance."

Chu Huaiyu looked up at the stars in the sky and said: "I haven’t reached the third day and continue to move forward."

"Yes."

Lin Muyu silently, behind him, 70 Yinglingwei of the Eagle's Nest Camp also joined the battle of the Flying Rim Camp, one by one wielding the blade to slash the volunteers, but the two sides continued to flow, many people have been injured Even, even the mouth of Wei Qiu poked an arrow, bleeding, and flying the enemy to kill the enemy, but his own damage is also a lot.

But this is the war. The flight camp is also to attract more volunteers to gather together, and then to fight for the best fire in Linglong Camp.

While rushing, while looking up to the east, there is a darkness, Lin Muyu has a sigh of relief at the bottom of his heart. I don’t know if the gentian camp is starting, but the elite level of the gentian camp is as low as the 5W crowd. They can all attack success, and everything depends on Luo Yu and Fengxi.

I don’t know how long it took to fight back and forth. The more and more the volunteers were killed, the white robes of Lin Muyu were already stained with blood, and Chu Huai’s was not much worse. Even Chu Huai’s shoulder was wounded. The masterpiece of the spearman, the spear pierced the fragile fight of Chu Huai, directly hit hard.

Look at the sky stars and count the time, Lin Muyu said: "Almost, go back to break out."

"Ok."

Chu Huaiyu nodded, Zema Sword killed and shouted: "Turn."

The formation of the entire cavalry team quickly turned and rushed toward the guns of the volunteers. However, a black shadow in the air quickly hit, and it was the spear of the spearman. These spears were very sharp and instantly pierced a lot of flying rides. The body of the battalion soldiers, people and war horses twisted together, trampled each other, terrible, but Lin Muyu, Chu Huaiqi and others did not hesitate, continue to lead the living people to rush.

"Hey."

The vindictiveness once again raged, Lin Muyu opened his hand, and the golden martial arts sorrowed into the sky. A golden gourd vine “嗖嗖” penetrated the gap of the crowd, and suddenly separated the volunteers from the long guns to the sides, and opened the way for the flying camp. .

"Well done."

Chu Huai, laughing and laughing, the sword slashed the head of a famous brave soldier and shouted: "The brothers of the Feiqi camp, we have completed the task, we should go home."

However, many people are destined to return home. The volunteers flocked to disperse the cavalry in the rear into small pieces, completely cutting the rear part, and then spearing the spears and piercing the brave heavy cavalry together with the horse. Hedgehog, in less than ten minutes, at least a thousand flying camps have sprinkled blood on the land.

Lin Muyu couldn't help but look back, but his heart was full of can't bear it, but this is war, grinding his will, promoting his growth and change, and creating a hero in time. Perhaps it is the moment in front of him.

"kill."

In his eyes, the killing is more intense, and the right hand is suddenly on one side. The dragon spirit sword is flying and smashing out under the energy of the fire sword. He raises his hand from the Qiankun bag and shines the scented pear flower gun, suddenly shaking, the gun head drilling Into the abdomen of the name of the brave soldier, the direct pick and fly in the other group of people, while the gun soul suddenly launched, a frosty unicorn screamed into the crowd, frozen a group of volunteers into frost, and then step broken.

When the pear flower gun came out, it really scared many volunteers to retreat. At this time, Chu Huaiyu no longer saved his vindictiveness. On the shoulders, the purple martial arts screamed into the sky, and the left hand lifted a crescent moon energy from the sky. In the crowd, followed by a little bit of starburst pierced the body of the volunteers, although the picking of the star refers to the elegant style, but the killing is not inferior.

When he returned to the city about 200 meters away, the front of the gate had been surrounded by black-stricken volunteers. A group of spearmen flocked, and one of them, who was wearing the rank of a thousand captain, shouted: Cut off their retreats, come out easily, want to go back to the city, dream."

Lin Muyu did not hesitate: "kill."

At this moment, the gate suddenly opened, and a familiar voice roared: "The warriors of the emperor, killing them, and cooperating with the brothers of the flying camp, the archers in the city gave me arrows and shot the Nanban spearmen. ""

It was Du Hai, the first warrior of the empire led the people of the Tianchong army to rush out of the city, quickly penetrated the square formed by the group of spearmen, and Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiqi also led the flying camp to kill the city. There is no love war. Every time outside the city, there are soldiers flying in the camp, and Lan Yancheng can't bear more damage.

Unconsciously, the Feiqi camp has been killed outside for more than two hours, and the eastern sky has already been whitened.

......

Under the city, Du Hai shocked the two knives to scare off the Yihe National Army and return to the city to check the battle damage of the Feiqi camp.

Lin Muyu looked back, and Wei Qiu, Xia Housang and others were injured, and there was an arrow in his arm. This arrow didn't even know when it was.

"Control, you are hurt." Wei Qiu hurried.

"Nothing."

Lin Muyu reached out and reluctantly pulled out the arrow and asked: "How is the situation of the Eagle's Nest Camp?"

Wei Qiu looked blank and said: "The war killed 17 Yulin Wei and more than 300 Yulinjun."

"Oh……"

Lin Muyu faintly responded, but his heartache.

The queue of the Feiqi camp slowly marched on Chengchi Avenue. There were many torches on both sides. Many people were watching on both sides. However, the light in the eyes of the people was clearly indifferent, which made Lin Muyu feel distressed. In this battle, 17,000 people went out of the city. Less than 5,000 people came back and killed so many people, but they didn’t know who it was for.