Creation Color Master

We started a war in front of Jinshatan just to avenge the shame in our hearts.

Hidden in the flying sand were weapons and cavalry. The soldiers of both armies were in high spirits, their eyes filled with the look of fighting bravely against the enemy.

Lin Chong and Lin Yuan, the two military commanders, were looking at each other across the vast yellow sand. They saw iron-bloodedness and madness in each other's eyes. It was the belief of fighting to the death, coupled with the pure murderous intent, which madly impacted their own thoughts.

"Kill--"

Lin Chong roared from his throat, the sound of which pierced through gold and split stone, as if it would turn into golden weapons and iron horses in the next second.

"Little one, follow me, Tie Niu, and kill him for me."

As the commander gave the order to charge, Li Kui, who had been unable to hold back any longer, rushed out instantly. His bloodthirsty axe burst into endless blood light, and the flashing blood light seemed to reveal his desire for blood.

Generals such as Zhu Tong, Lei Heng, Lu Fang, Guo Sheng and others all urged their horses to charge towards the enemy. At this moment, they were at full speed, just to kill a few more enemy generals.

The same thing happened on the opposite side. Lin Yuan took the lead and led his entire army to attack.

Following closely behind the generals were soldiers who rushed towards the enemy like a tide.

The Liangshan troops maintained their military formation and marched at full speed. The soldiers held spears and swords high, and advanced at full speed without fear and with loud roars.

At this moment, it was as if two torrents collided with each other. At the moment when the two sides were intertwined, swords and sabers flashed and shadows intertwined, spears were as swift as dragons, and the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh and blood was close to the ears.

In an instant, shouts and screams filled the entire battlefield, interweaving into a tragic melody.

"Where are the Suzhou archers? Shoot them, shoot them hard."

On the battlefield, the enemy general's voice of giving orders rang out like a beacon in the dark night, pointing the direction for the charging soldiers and also attracting the attention of most people on the battlefield.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—”

Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows began to fall from the sky. The sharp arrow tips tore through the sky and rushed towards their side with long, life-threatening cries.

"what--"

A Liangshan spearman was shot through the chest and fell to the ground and died with only a scream.

Although some of the soldiers here are leather puppets made by Chu Mo, most of them are recruited from various parties. They are living people with flesh and blood and will die if they are seriously injured.

Sharp arrows fell like raindrops, devouring the charging troops at every moment.

"Boom--"

"Ding ding ding--"

The next second, thick armor like a city wall was pushed out from behind the team. Arrows rained down on it, and the arrow tips collided with it, sparking sparks that flew everywhere.

Fortunately, the heavily armored soldiers arrived in time and easily resolved the enemy's rain of arrows.

At this moment, Lei Heng, who was riding a horse and fighting frantically, locked onto the enemy general who shouted "Shoot!". Holding a spear in his hand, he let out an angry roar and rushed towards the man on his horse.

Lei Heng's spear was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing and breaking through the wind, and also like a swimming dragon moving around, sometimes as light as a swallow, stabbing away, and sometimes as sudden as lightning, with leaves falling everywhere.

The Suzhou soldiers and horses that stood in front of him, no matter whether they were spearmen or archers, were killed instantly as long as they came into Lei Heng's attack range.

Lei Heng's eyes were fixed on the opponent in the chaotic battlefield, and flames of anger seemed to be burning in them.

The galloping warhorse under his crotch raised clouds of dust and moved closer and closer to the enemy general.

The enemy general also discovered Lei Heng rushing towards him. Instead of retreating, he rode his horse forward to meet him. At the same time, he began to accumulate strength with his long sword, preparing to launch a thundering attack.

The two sides were getting closer and closer, and Lei Heng was the first to shoot.

The opposing general raised his sword to block, but Lei Heng took advantage of the situation and knocked the opponent's sword away, then stabbed the opponent's chest with his spear.

As the enemy general's body was thrown violently into the air, blood splattered out, and the hot blood soaked the ground.

Although the battlefield is a stage for generals to command their victories, the scene of soldiers fighting equally hard is also very exciting.

Among the Suzhou troops, a young soldier, wearing tattered armor and holding a spear, roared and rushed towards the Liangshan army. The blood spurting everywhere constantly stimulated his nerves.

"Puff--"

There was a sound of a sharp blade entering flesh, and the brave young soldier was seen being killed by the Liangshan troops with one blow. Before he died, he had an unwilling expression on his face, and even a look of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he would die like this.

Next to him, an experienced veteran was wielding a heavy broadsword, and every swing brought up a strong airflow.

The broadsword hit the enemy's shield with a dull sound, which made the enemy's shield-bearer's arm numb.

Then, before the opponent could react, the veteran seized the opportunity, turned the blade, and the blade directly cut across the enemy's neck. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.

An enemy soldier took advantage of the chaos to attack a Liangshan soldier from behind, and the sharp sword blade easily pierced his back.

The soldier's body trembled, and a fierce pain swept through his body, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall down.

He turned around suddenly and smashed the enemy's head with the hammer in his hand with all his strength. The enemy's helmet was dented, his skull was fractured, and he died on the spot.

When the Liangshan soldiers saw this scene, an expression of joy appeared on their faces, but as soon as they opened their mouths, a large amount of blood gushed out of their mouths, and then they fell to the ground and died.

There are also elite soldiers who have experienced the baptism of blood and fire. They are agile and flexible in steps. They charge left and right among the enemy groups and kill them one by one.

At this moment, these soldiers fighting desperately represent a microcosm of the battlefield. In today's world situation, not only the soldiers here, but even the people in some places of the Xiayang Dynasty are participating in the war.

They roared and howled wantonly, killed the enemies in front of them, and rushed towards the next target. Every step they took was so solid and powerful, as if this battlefield was their stage, and they wanted to write their own glory with the blood of their enemies.

The battlefield is not only full of glory, it is also accompanied by the cruelty and bloodiness of war and represents death.

In the fierce melee, some soldiers were hit on the arms by sharp blades, their muscles were twisted and their bones were exposed, but they still held their weapons tightly and gritted their teeth to keep fighting;

Some were pierced through the abdomen by a spear, but they clung to their enemies and used their last bit of strength to drag them to the ground;

On the battlefield, broken arms and limbs were everywhere, and blood dyed the yellow sand on the ground red. The blood dripped onto the sand and soaked into it, quickly soaking the surface of the sand and turning it into thick blood sand.

Feisha Beach seemed like a huge meat grinder at this moment, with blood, limbs, and broken arms everywhere.

But the fighting on the battlefield continues, and it will not stop because of someone's death.

In this battlefield of blood and iron, every soldier is fighting with all his might, but the next moment, people see that life is as fragile as an ant, yet it blooms with the most tenacious light.