Datang: Integrate three times the combat power of Lv Bu at the beginning

Let me, Li Chengqian, use the blood of the Fusang people to pay homage to the hatred of the ancestors of later generations!

Those who are not of our own race will have a different heart, and blood staining the land of Fusang is the best punishment for war criminals.

This battle!must win!

Chapter 237 In front of Eight-tailed Castle, the flowers of killing are blooming

The originally clear and bright sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, the cool wind gradually picked up, and the drizzle was as dense as a cow's hair, throwing itself towards the earth.

In front of the Eight-tailed Castle, the flowers of killing are blooming, extremely alluring.

Li Chengqian raised his halberd on his horse and led [-] white-robed troops to charge towards the Fusang cavalry with extremely fast speed and ferocious momentum.

In an instant, Li Chengqian, transformed into a silver-red hurricane, had jumped into the enemy's formation.

The white-robed army behind him seemed to be an extremely sharp war blade, and it penetrated into the heart of the Fusang cavalry without any effort.

With the white-robed army on mounts, their combat power has more than doubled. The strength they have displayed is breathtaking and shocking.

Under the leadership of Li Chengqian, [-] white-robed troops shuttled wantonly among the Fusang cavalry, and blood rained heavily.

Under the swipe of bright silver spears, each Fusang cavalry stared wide-eyed, unwilling to reconcile, and fell to the ground in despair.

Not long after, the air smelled of fresh blood, and the blood dripped on the ground and mixed with the rainwater, trickling, as if the whole Bawei City was trembling.

The cavalry that rushed out from the Eight-tailed City was completely changed, and the ground was full of broken limbs.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, which records the wars that have taken place here, the blood that has flowed, and the corpses that have been buried.

The killing is still going on, and death has become the main theme of today.

The screams of the Fusang cavalry were endless, but they failed to get the slightest pity. What responded to them was still the cold spear!

a little while...

The earth gradually turned reddish brown, the flowing blood could not coagulate, and the haze in the sky could not dissipate. Li Chengqian's Fang Tian painted halberd still had unrecognizable limbs hanging on it.

Not long ago, a mighty, living Fusang cavalry was still here roaring, shouting and killing, and fighting bloody battles, but at this moment, the silence was chilling, and everything disappeared.

Not far away, through the rain curtain, Fujita Sagi looked at the cavalry team that fell under the butcher knife of the white-robed army, a trace of uneasiness, a trace of hesitation, a trace of trepidation, and a trace of trepidation flashed in his eyes.

Scared!

This is the problem that Sagi Fujita realized for the first time, and this is the first time he has experienced this feeling.

This kind of fear emerged from his own subconscious, even though he didn't want to, the chill still emanated from his heart involuntarily.

Li Chengqian gave him a really scary feeling. The powerful combat power displayed by the white robe army not only gave him a strong visual impact, but also a strong spiritual impact.

Fujita Sagi hesitated in his heart, "How can you win a battle with this kind of army? What qualifications do you have to win?"

With a horse under his crotch and a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand, Li Chengqian killed and shuttled freely among the thousands of armies. This is the real invincible courage, a bloody Shura who came out of hell!

One person is an army, who can stop it!

In addition to his extraordinary talent, Fujita Sagi has been able to get to where he is today, and there is also an extremely important point, which is to do what he can.

This is also the foundation of his invincibility.

It's all nonsense that the brave wins in a narrow situation. If he can't beat him, he will run away. He will always leave a way out for himself. After all, only by being alive can he make a comeback.

Fujita Sagi said coldly and decisively: "Order the Shenzhao Army's fifth to seventh teams to intercept the white-robed army in front, the eighth to tenth teams to intercept the rear white-robed army, and the rest to retreat to Bayo Castle."

As soon as this remark came out, it meant that Fujita Sagi gave up those Shenzhao soldiers who intercepted the white robe army, and those Fusang soldiers who were still fighting bloody battles with the Tang army on Shenhe Beach.

This also shows the cold-blooded and ruthless side of Fujita Sagi. In his eyes, the lives of Fusang soldiers are just chess pieces that can be discarded at will.

At this moment, Fujita Sagi just wanted to escape from Li Chengqian's sight, escape from the spears in the hands of the white-robed army, and escape from this Shura battlefield. The Eight-tailed City was his main battlefield, and he was confident of turning defeat into victory in the battle of defending the city.

He is bound to fight Li Chengqian to the death, and the situation is at an end!

God and the beach.

The war is in full swing, and every second someone falls on this land, defending their dignity with their lives.

In the Tang army's camp, a young soldier who was only sixteen or seventeen years old was already red-eyed.

The rain that fell from the sky washed his armor full of mud and blood.

The soldier's right hand holding the blood-dripping long knife was still trembling.

"Huh...huh..." He stopped in front of the Fusang soldier who fell under his knife and panted heavily.

The continuous killing has almost exhausted his physical strength.

What supported his body was only his strong willpower and full of anger.

A few days ago, he witnessed those Tang children whose heads had been cut off in the camp.

This situation and this scene really touched the anger in his heart and touched the blood-bound friendship of the Han people.

He vowed to use the blood of the Fusang people to comfort their souls in heaven.

Although he is young, he understands that being a Han Chinese requires a whole body of pride, revenge for revenge, tooth for tooth, and blood for blood.

This nation is immortal, proud, and cannot be trampled upon by others.

When the country is in trouble, men of my generation should be self-reliant, blood-stained on the battlefield, without fear of life and death.

Defend the glory of the Han people, defend the Tang Dynasty, and defend his unyielding backbone.

Sudden……

A Fusang soldier with a hideous face came out from his side, "Go to hell! Damn Tangren!"

He roared and rushed towards this little soldier, baring his teeth and claws, his blood spurting, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Xiaobing looked at the Fusang soldiers rushing in front of him, terrified in his heart, and then stabilized his mind.

He knew that panicking on the battlefield was tantamount to dying.

With difficulty, the soldier raised his lead-heavy right hand knife to resist.

clang!Two swords meet.

The exhausted little soldier is no match for this hulking Fusang soldier.

With just one blow, he was thrown flying, fell to the side, and the horizontal knife in his hand came out.

But fortunately, he learned a trick from the old soldier, using a rope to tie his wrist to the ring at the bottom of the horizontal knife.

Although the horizontal knife fell off, it was still by his side.

"Go to hell! Damn Tang bastard!"

The Fusang soldiers didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, stepped forward in two steps, and rushed towards him.

Seeing the point of the knife stabbing straight at his chest with a cold glow.

The little soldier rolled over to one side with all his strength.

"I can't die! I haven't killed ten Fusang dogs yet! How can I die here..."

Xiaobing struggled hard, screaming in his heart, family hatred and national hatred are the motivation to live.

"I'm fucking fighting for you! Damn Fuso dog!"

In a short moment, the little soldier flew up and rushed towards the Fusang soldiers with the last bit of strength.

Chapter 238 Can People Really Be Strong To This Level?

block!blazing...

The Fusang soldiers had expected it, and blocked it with a single knife.

But Xiaobing still didn't give up, he let go of his right hand, and wrapped the hemp rope on his wrist around the hilt of the katana in Fusang soldier's hand.

Caught off guard, the samurai sword in Fusang soldier's hand was entangled by him and fell off in an instant.

And the hemp rope on Xiaobing's wrist touched the blade, and the horizontal knife fell to the ground.

The unarmed two stood in place, with no weapons in their hands.

But Xiaobing immediately calmed down, taking advantage of the moment when the Fusang soldier panicked, he turned and jumped on his back, "Go to your mother's Fusang dog!"

He bit down on the Fusang soldier's neck with one bite. This bite was not without fierceness, fierceness, or lack of force.

"Ah!" A miserable cry came from the Fusang soldier's mouth.

You can feel his pain from the sound!

"Damn bastard!" Fusang soldier howled in pain, turned his fist into palm, and slapped the soldier behind him on the head.

boom!

With a slap of the palm, Xiao Bing's head buzzed, his eyes dimmed, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

But he didn't give up, exerted his strength suddenly in the dizziness, and tore off a piece of flesh from Fusang soldier's neck with one bite.

"Ah!" Another scream came from the Fusang soldier, and he subconsciously slapped the soldier on the head again.

Xiaobing's mouth bit his wound again!

Under the crazy actions of the two, they only stalemate for a moment, then lost their breath and fell to the ground.

boom!boom!

Two corpses, one in front of the other, fell to the ground and fell into the mud.

Fusang soldier's wide eyes were full of fear and horror. He never thought that one day he would be bitten to death alive.

Behind him, the little soldier was lying in the mud, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and head. The blood flowed slowly along the rainwater on the ground, interpreting the life that had disappeared.

At this time, Xiaobing still had a piece of meat torn from Fusang soldier's body in his mouth, but a slightly raised smile could be vaguely seen at the corner of his mouth.

He exchanged his own life for the life of another Fusang soldier. Adding this, he had already killed four Fusang soldiers. Although he did not achieve his goal, he had already made enough money.

Xiaobing defended the glory that belonged to him and the glory that belonged to Datang with his life.

Just let the battlefield die for the country, why not return the horse leather shroud.

For the country and the people, the blood stained the battlefield, why should the buried bones return to their hometown, men should be like this.

A small soldier from the Tang Dynasty who was only sixteen or seventeen years old had such courage and strength of character. Why should the Tang army be overwhelmed and the Tang Dynasty be unhappy.

This scene is still happening one after another on Shenhe Beach, and the Tang soldiers are just one of the big Shura battlefields.

Tang Jun who has the same thoughts and beliefs as him can be found everywhere, and they all fought bravely in the bloody rain.

Use the blade in your hand to tell the Fusang people how inviolable Datang is.

In the distance, Li Chengqian had already fought with the Shenzhao cavalry that Fujita Sagi ordered to surround them.

But how could the Shenzhao cavalry be the opponent of the white robe army, and they were killed by the white robe army in just one face-to-face.

Fujita Sagi's retreat alone dealt a heavy blow to them, and the strength of the Shenzhao cavalry was not brought into play at all.

"His Royal Highness, that guy Fujita Sagi is going to run!" Yuchi Baolin shouted to Li Chengqian after finishing off the enemy in front of him.

Li Chengqian looked for his reputation, and Fujita Sagi had already arrived in front of the Eight-tailed Castle, and it was meaningless for them to catch up again.

He said coldly: "Don't worry about him, he can't run away, close the net, and slaughter all the Fusang soldiers outside the Eight-tailed City to my palace!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Li Chengqian led [-] white-robed troops all the way south, frantically slaughtering the fleeing Fusang soldiers.

At this time, the Fusang Army on Shenhe Beach also realized that they had been given up by Fujita Sagi.

Fujita Sagi abandoned the battle and fled, the hearts of Fusang soldiers collapsed instantly, and the army was defeated like a mountain.

At this moment, there is only one thought in their minds, run away!Get away from here.

The defeat was only a moment, but the killing continued.

There was no need for prisoners in this war, so the Tang army chased and killed the fleeing Fusang soldiers all over the mountains and plains.

"General Fujita, how did things get to this point! There are [-] soldiers outside the city! We just watched them die!"

Ishigami Yuta looked at Fujita Sagi who climbed the tower alone and blamed him.

Sagi Fujita boasted for a long time, but in exchange for today's result, he is really unwilling.

That's a total of [-] Fusang soldiers!If Prince Shotoku finds out about this matter, they must be skinned.