Chapter 82： The protagonist must die

Nie Jia was carrying the shura knife in his hand, and he didn't use half of the strength on his wrist. The slender wrists looked fragile as if they could be broken casually. Facing Zhao Wucheng's anger, he was not half timid. Instead, he raised his hand and rested the knife on his arms before his eyes, a look of excitement.

Zhao Wu injured his face with anger, and he stood in the wind and sand, pulling out a dark and dull long knife from his waist like a lightning.

The famous sword lion song, when pulling the knife, there was a vague sound like a tiger roaring and lion roaring.

The knife is a good knife, but I don't know the skill of the person who made it.

The two armies confronted each other. Yan Jun and Qi Jun both watched the life and death of the tyrant and the first general in a tense and **** battle. The sound of clanking the collision of two world famous swords spread all over the battlefield, and the winning or losing is almost instant!

Seeing that the king was almost beaten and beaten all the way, Yan Jun tensed his weapons tensely, especially the generals in front of him, staring at the two people who were fighting together in the blink of an eye, if that Zhao Wu Dare to hurt the king's hair, they must have blood washed Lutai!

But both sides are far away. They can only see Nie Jia being stepped back step by step by being forced by Zhao Wu injury. In addition to the sound of the soldiers' handover, they can't hear the sneer of Nie Jiaqing humming.

Zhao Wucheng's decisive determination with a knife, such as a butterfly passing through flowers and rambling strangely, will kill people.

Nie Jia retired, seemingly beaten to no avail, and his life was at stake. But his expression was indifferent and calm. Zhao Wu hurt every move and every way, seemingly dangerous, but let him block it back with absolute strength. He didn't even evade, didn't make any of Zhao Wu's wounds fall through, and insisted on coming next.

I do not know whether it is provocation or taunt, and the cold smile constantly overflows.

"slow."

"It's still slow."

"slow!"

"too slow!"

Zhao Wushang seems to be aggressive, but only he knows that he has done everything he can, but he still can't cut a hole in this tyrant! Obviously it is close by, but it seems to be across the Tianhe, almost every time, almost every time!

Almost, he could cut his throat!

Almost, he will be able to pick his tendons!

Almost, almost he can cut off his legs!

Almost, almost revenge for the prince!

Zhao Wushang's anger grew fiercer and fiercer, and the swordsmanship became more and more aggressive, sparks splattered between the two, and his steps became more and more rapid and messy.

The anger made him lose his state, and Nie Jia was disappointed. He lost all his patience. Once he turned his wrist, the knife light flashed sharply. He finally began to fight back. law!

Both armies opened their eyes in disbelief. Under the eyes of all eyes, Zhao Wushang made the knife's wrist explode with a blood line. The lion song was soaring high and thrust into the ground.

The reversal was in the blink of an eye, and no one could see exactly what was going on. General Zhao Wushang, who clearly had the advantage, suddenly retreated a few steps, and the swordsmanship was difficult to become the trend. An hand was cut off in front of the eighteen-year-old!

"Oh, he's going to behead!" The military commander saw the tyrant's intention and ordered the eighteenth ride to rescue.

In any case, the general can't die before the army, otherwise Lutai's heart will collapse, and Lutai will definitely fall behind!

The military division guessed, but one step later.

Nie Jia put the blade on Zhao Wu injury's neck and said fiercely and calmly: "Remember in the next life, don't be angry without skill, the more you want to kill, the more you should let yourself learn to be calm."

After talking, the head flew up, and the Blood Spring hula rushed to the sky, and Zhao Wu injured's body fell straight back.

Zhao Wushang ... That rumor that one person broke a city, and Zhao Wu, a rival in the world, was injured! Died under the sword of the king!

Yan Jun shouted excitedly, shouting long live my king.

Qi Guojun's face instantly paled and shouted in the wind: "Withdraw the army and defend the city! Keep the city!"

"Kill me!" Nie Jia raised the blade and threw out a string of blood.

Ji Jiarong and the generals only felt that a fire was burning in their chests. They struggled to urge the war horses, and Yan Jun immediately attacked with great force, and went away like a tide.

Shi Chen smirked, bent over to pick up the lion song, then took Nie Jia's hand and pulled him on the warhorse. He followed the army towards the fleeing Qi army.

When Zhao Wusheng died, Yan Jun's momentum was high, drums thundered on the city walls, Yan Jun's iron ride stepped over the bodies of Qi Jinyu and Zhao Wushang, and swarmed to Lutai under the leadership of the king.

When the two armies engaged, the military division responded in vain, and endured the next batch of elite cavalry to buy time for the army to withdraw from the city.

But when Yan Jun came after him, Qi Jun's formation was almost as fragile as a cobweb. The Yanjun iron rides ahead, and the crossbowman throws a thousand arrows at once. Qijun is dead and wounded. The military division stands on the wall like a drum, but he can't tell what is in the Yanjun's hand. Wear a shield and kill three people in one line!

When the Lutai gate was closed, Qi Jun, who could withdraw in the future, was already dead and clean.

"No?" Nie Jia called out under the gate of Lutai.

He shared a horse with Shi Chen, and his horseshoe stepped on a corpse. He looked up and looked at the tense warrior on the city wall. He smiled and asked again: "No? This king will be based on your answer. To decide where to stay in Lutai. "

Seeing that his hand was still stained with the blood of the general, the military commander felt a sting in his eyes and heart. He screamed, "Let the arrow!"

With an order, the feather arrows poured down like heavy rain on the city wall, and Yan Jun immediately squatted down and raised his shield to encircle the crossbowmen. In the harsh buzzing, countless black arrows flew from the protective circle to the city wall, and saw the archers on the city wall one by one fell from the city wall.

Shi Chen waved his sword to block the flying arrow, and Nie Jia's eyes were sullen, "I don't know how to lift."

He put his fingers together and stroked gently, his eyes cold.

Xuan Jia suddenly appeared out of the crowd on the 21st, slammed a few steps under his feet, and the arrow cut in front of his eyes suddenly climbed up to the city wall. There was a scream in the wall, flesh and blood flew across.

The battle was vigorous, coming as fast as a hurricane, and ending quickly.

In the end, the Lutai gate was broken, and the military division was captured. When Shi Chen opened the gate from the inside, Nie Jia rode and stood outside. He inserted the lion song back into the waist, and naturally walked to Nie Jia, holding his horse rein, and introduced him into this city that would be captured.

Yan Jun quickly took control of the Lutai checkpoint, and the people in Lutai knelt down to the ground with fear and hatred, their heads dared not to look at the tyrant immediately.

The military division was disarmed with two arms by Shi Chen, and at this time was pushed up by a black armor, kneeling under the horseshoe of Nie Jia.

"Tucheng." Nie Jia said softly.

Suddenly the screams of despair flooded the entire city.

"June Changsheng! If you are so venomous, you will definitely have retribution!" The military officer screamed in tears and screamed in pain, closing his eyes and daring not to see the bright red warm head in front of him.

Nie Jiaju bowed his eyes and raised his chin with the tip of the knife: "Did I tell you? The detention of Lutai depends on your answer. If you fall obediently, why should the people of Lutai Die. "

"You kill the innocent, you will ..."

Before the curse grinded out by the military division's teeth, he was slapped with a slap in the back of the knife and Ji Jiarong stepped forward. With a slap, the division's brain burst into a violent spur of blood.

"Indiscriminate killing of innocents? The reason why Qi Jinyu abandoned the plague city in Danyang County was your fox's idea? If it was not for the king to stop the spread of the plague in time, you know how many people will die in Triumph City? It ’s a human. Are the people in Yan Kingdom the animals that can be slaughtered at will! ”Ji Jiarong bit his teeth and cracked.

"Count the grain and grass, and clean the battlefield." Shi Chen stepped on the horse, surrounded Nie Jia in his arms, pinched the horse's belly and drove the horse deep in the long street.

The generals answered, Ji Jiarong waved his sword, and the military division head fell to the ground.

Lutai is not as prosperous as the Triumph City. Even in this place, a long street is full of restaurants. Unfortunately, the city was silent all night, and the garrison and the people died.

Shi Chen warmed a pot of wine and caught Nie Jia who was watching the stars on the roof of the restaurant.

He bent his long legs and sat down next to Nie Jia, and Nie Jia moved to his side automatically, resting on his lap, eyes reluctantly looking at the stars in the sky, and wondering when he would go home.

"I will take you away soon, back to our home." Shi Chen seemed to know what he was thinking, and gently touched his forehead.

Nie Jia laughed, drank a small half of sake through his hand, and crawled on him again, "I killed a lot of people today."

"Those are just data, not human beings." Shi Chen took him in his arms and raised his eyebrows freely.

Nie Jia said: "But even if it is not data, I may be able to kill."

"Our world also has frequent wars, and billions of people on a planet say that they are gone, and there is no fault among them." Shi Chen looked at his bright eyes quietly and said: "No matter how the times change, There can be no real peace between human beings. Politics is never from the perspective of justice, you do n’t need to be right and wrong. Our food and grass are not enough, you ca n’t feed the army and the people without killing the city. It ’s better to kill Qi people to protect their own people.

Nie Jia nodded, his heart calmed down.

Shi Chen hugged his waist and chuckled in his ear: "The people of Lutai refused to accept you, hated you, and killed them, just for missions. They are not real life, you do n’t need to be too Mind you, you can realize that you are not feeling well, it is enough. "

Nie Jia laughed, "I know."

This night was a nightmare for King Qi. The crown prince and the general of the country both fought to death on the battlefield, and the whole country was terrified. Although the tyrant of Yan Guo was young, he did not expect it to be a clumsy one. If he didn't sing, it was already a blockbuster. He killed the prince first and then killed Zhao Wu wounded, and swept the army to slaughter the city.

Qi Guo was turbulent because of the loss of Lutai. King Qi was furious and sent a thunder in Chaotang. He sent troops to guard Baibai Valley behind Lutai and recaptured Lutai. If the tyrant broke through Baiya Valley and went up, the consequences can be imagined ... …

During the Battle of Lutai, the name of the Tyrant of the Kingdom of Yan completely attracted the attention of the other three countries. At this time, Nanyi had already been taken by Shi Chen and surrendered to the State of Yan. If this tyrant swallowed Qi again, wouldn't he want to order the Five Kingdoms?

The capture of a Lutai in every area caused the state monarchs to be disturbed. It was because this battle was too shocking and frightening. The Yan army's combat power was so horrible. The brutal behavior of the tyrant was terrifying.

The news that Nie Jia wanted to blockade could not be blocked, and it reached Zhuolu City within a few days. After so long, the people of Zhuolu thought that the tyrant had died at the frontier early, but they did not expect to capture Lutai! But at this time ... Zhuo Lu was waiting for His Royal Highness to return to the throne ...

Si Konghan lifted the table angrily, attracting a screaming woman beside him.

"What happened on the front line? It made you so angry." The woman asked softly.

Si Konghan gasped and said: "It's nothing, Jing Jing is afraid that he won't be able to come back."

"He always loves King Jing, will he start with his own brother?" The woman was stared at him with surprise.

"Who knows." Si Konghan stood up and said coldly: "I'll go to discuss with your father, don't wait for me at night, go to bed first."

No one expected that the tyrant could capture Lutai. This news was undoubtedly bad news for Si Konghan and Qing Guogong. They thought it was too simple, and thought that Zhao Wu injury would make him die in the northwest, but did not expect ...

In this way, it is better to win Triumph City earlier!