best general

Chapter 156
Chapter 154 Open mouth and fangs, become famous ([-])

The south gate of Suzhou City is approaching Zishi.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood. Blood flowed across the ground and above the city towers. Broken arms and stumps flew all over the sky. The sound of weapons clashing and the sounds of pain and despair cries complemented each other. In the quiet night, it was like a thunder on the ground. , directly awakened the sleeping ancient giant beast, one by one life was continuously devoured by the giant beast, and the desperate faces could never smile again...

"Sound the alarm, call for help—"

The long sword in Zhang Mo's hand has been stained red with blood, drips of blood are slowly flowing from the tip of the sword, while commanding the rest of the city defense army, he kept screaming, ordering the soldiers to ask for help, but the alarm bell rang For a long time, there was no support at all.

"What's going on? Why is there no support? Can anyone tell me?"

There was a faint look of despair in Zhang Mo's eyes. No matter how hard he thought, he could not imagine that the enemy's target would be the South City Gate.There are only [-] guards left at the south city gate. Under normal circumstances, they may not be invincible, but they all think that the north city gate is the real attack point, so they relax their vigilance. It is the scythe that urges them to death.

So many enemies suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were quite a number, but they used assassination methods despicably. When Zhang Mo and others discovered the anomaly, nearly a hundred people had already died under the sword of the enemy. This made the situation of the Manichean sergeants, who were not in the upper hand, even worse.

Although Zhang Mo organized the attack in time, he also missed the best opportunity. At this time, they were like chickens and dogs. They were frightened by the sudden appearance of the enemy, lost all morale, and had no will to fight. In just less than three quarters, a huge hole was torn open, and nearly a hundred soldiers died under the enemy's sword.

"Brother Zhang, alarm bells are ringing at the east, west and north city gates. Presumably the Holy Master is unable to determine where the enemy attack has occurred. What should we do?"

Just as Zhang Mo cut down an enemy, a soldier came to report trembling. The soldier's body was also stained red with blood. His eyes were full of despair, and his face was even more gray and lifeless.

Zhang Mo gritted his teeth and raised his head to look around. He found that they had already been surrounded by enemies, and the remaining soldiers, who were less than 100 soldiers, were all exhausted and had reached their limit. If this continued, there would be only one ending for them. Hundreds of soldiers will not survive.

"Yeah... what should I do? What should I do?"

Zhang Mo's mind turned rapidly, and his thoughts kept flying, but he thought for a long time, but he didn't think of any effective method at all. If he wanted to survive, he had to kill all these enemies, and there was no other chance !

"Brothers, hold on! The support soldiers are already on their way. As long as we can persist, we must be the ones who survive in the end!"

Zhang Mo roared, raised his long sword high, and rushed towards the enemy. He knew that he couldn't help but give up his life at this time. Only by setting an example can the morale of others be aroused. Only in this way can they survive. hope.

Sure enough, as he had imagined, the remaining Manichaean soldiers saw Zhang Mo's aura like a rainbow, and he slashed away without dodging. The blood in his heart was also aroused, his eyes were red, and he gathered a momentum. Fight with the enemy together.

"General Hu, it's getting late, we can't delay." Murong Pang looked at the Manichean sergeant who was still fighting to death, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice.

Hu Buhui nodded, only to see him licking his dry lips, a strong fighting intent flashed in his eyes, he raised the big knife in his hand high, said "look at me" to Murong Pang, and then turned to Zhang Mo Quickly rushed in the direction.

Hu Buhui was a soldier who charged into the battle, and he was a strong man who survived the fight with the barbarians. To the Manichaean soldiers who gathered through deception and abduction, he was not at the same level. He was seen firing his bow left and right, flashing The broadsword with the cold light flew up and down. Wherever it went, there would be blood flying, and the head would rise into the sky.

Hu Buhui is like a devil. Wherever he reaches, there will be a Manichean soldier who cannot open his eyes again. Every time he takes a step, one person dies. In just a few moments, the man who died in his hands There were as many as ten Manichean soldiers.

"It's been a long time since I've been so happy. This is the real life of a sergeant!" Hu Buhui grinned cruelly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhang Mo, who was constantly beheading his subordinates in front of him, with a flash of light in his eyes. There was a trace of killing intent.

"It's your turn!"

Zhang Mo didn't know how many people he had hacked and killed, and he didn't know how many times he had swung the long sword. He only felt blood red in front of his eyes, and there was only one voice in his heart, that is kill, kill, kill!Kill everything, kill all enemies so that you can survive.

He had just slashed and killed an enemy in front of him. Warm blood gushed out from the enemy's throat and splashed on his stern face. It was warm, moist, and extremely comfortable.

At this time, Zhang Mo was like a demon from hell, with blood on his face and red eyes. He wiped the blood on his face with his hand, tasted it with his tongue, and then showed a frightening smile. Ferocious and monstrous.

"It turns out that the taste of blood is so—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and the bleak cold wind flashed across his neck in an instant. Zhang Mo suddenly realized that the night was getting colder and the sky was getting darker. It continued to erupt from his throat, and only then did he realize that his throat had been cut.

"Grandma, it's so uncut, I thought it was such a powerful character!"

This was the last sentence Zhang Mo heard when he lost consciousness. This sentence was cursing, and his tone was quite dissatisfied, as if he was very angry at killing himself so easily.

"Heh - I just died like this..." The long sword in Zhang Mo's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his body also slowly fell backwards. At this time, he clearly heard the sound of the cold wind whistling, And the gurgling sound of the blood overflowing from my throat, so pleasant...

"The bandit leader is dead, surrender and don't kill!" Hu Buhui held up his sword, and his whole body exuded a biting chill. Wherever he looked, the enemies lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him, let alone panting. One sound.

"Open the city gate—"

Murong Pang also came over at this time, he raised his hands and shouted loudly, listening to his words, except for some people who were still fighting, the rest of the people moved closer to the city gate, ready to open the city gate.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and not far away, a shocking roar sounded...

(End of this chapter)