The sound of killing at Yanliang Pass shook the sky.

The sound of horse hooves, roars, and wails were mixed together in a broken manner that almost broke through the sky. Soldiers were everywhere, and there were corpses everywhere.

The soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty, who had been hungry for several days, used their remaining strength to draw their swords to resist the iron hoofs and butcher knives of the Xijue people.

This is not a war, but an internal and external siege and massacre.

Shen Yu led a team of troops from the edge and grabbed a long knife from the Xijue man's hand. She slashed the opponent with a horizontal sword. She heard Kong Qing shouting from behind: "Girl, please be careful, let's go find the general."

Shen Yu's eyes were red, and she had already shot out the blood mist. The long knife cut her open, so she threw it away and replaced it with another one.

His arms were waving instinctively, and he had cut off the heads of countless Xijue people.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, the enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered, the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty are increasingly showing signs of decline, and they retreat to Yanliang Pass while fighting.

Shen Yu kicked a Xijue soldier in the chest and used the force to get on the horse's back. She spun the knife in her hand and wiped off the neck of the Xijue soldier on the horse.

This series of actions only happens in an instant.

The back of the knife slapped the horse's butt, and the horse raised its front hooves high and rushed into the crowd. She crawled on the horse's back and harvested a head from time to time.

She fought hard, but Dazhou was still retreating steadily. Less than a mile behind was the towering city wall of Yanliang Pass, but the city gate there was tightly closed, which was not their retreat at all.

The closer we get to death, the more human fears begin to take over.

Some soldiers rushed to Yanliang Pass, beating and banging on the heavy city gate like crazy, begging to be let in, but the gate failed to move at all.

The Xijue people kept shrinking the front line. The remaining soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were less than 20,000. They were trapped on this land. What greeted them was the final strangulation.

The timid person couldn't help but start whimpering. The sound was blown by the cold wind, making it sound more and more desolate.

Shen Yu shook off the blood beads on the long knife and took advantage of the gap to look around, but still did not see her father and brother.

The Xijue people launched a general attack, and the swarms of Xijue people's brown iron armor pressed towards the city gate, seeming to be able to flatten the land in an instant.

Everyone saw desperation in each other's eyes, as well as desperate determination.

"Kill him a few more Xijue people."

"We deserve to die, so be happy!"

"kill--!"

Shen Yu felt that she could no longer wield the knife. She could no longer cut off the opponent's head directly with one strike. The man's neck was filled with blood and he fell down with his head tilted.

She lost all her strength, and after cutting off one person's arm with a knife, the tip of the knife stood on the ground.

She no longer knew how many knives she had broken, and she couldn't remember how many people she had killed. The tiger's mouth was torn out, and she tied the knife to her hand with a cloth strip.

Now all I can think about is, where is my father? Where is my brother?

It shouldn't be like this. Her rebirth is definitely not to relive the pain of the past, absolutely not.

But, who can come and help me, just give me a hand, I just want them to live.

She could no longer lift her strength and knelt down on one knee.

The moment his knees hit the ground, the ground seemed to tremble instantly.

Shen Yu supported the ground with one hand, and her palm sank into the blood mud. She could still feel the vibration under her hand, which became more and more obvious.

"Reinforcements!"

"It's reinforcements!"

She raised her eyes and saw that the overwhelming black armor was rushing from the south, surging like a wave under the sky, and the snow waves rolled up were higher and higher.

The sky and the earth were trembling, and the black-armored troops rushed towards them, spreading their wings and surrounding the Xijue people.

Someone suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the Qingyun Guards from Beilin!"

"Boom——"

The long-closed city gate finally made a dull sound.

Countless black-armored troops rushed out from the wide-open city gate, forming a three-sided siege.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Yes, it’s not time to accept your fate yet.

Shen Yu didn't know where she got the strength to stand up with the help of her knife.

She slowly untied the cloth strips wrapped around her hands, and raised her knife when a Xijue man made a sneak attack. There was a blood mark on the Xijue man's face, and his tall body fell to the ground with a crash.

Shen Yu dropped the knife, turned around and kicked with her toes, and the long knife flew out and instantly sank into the chest of a Xijue man.

She picked up a knife and stabbed in again.

The city gate towers into the clouds, with a crow-green war flag standing at the top and fluttering in the long wind, with a light blue cloud dotted above it.

Xie Tingzhou looked down at the city, his eyes narrowed slightly by the wind, and his features became even colder.

The deputy general stood beside him without saying a word, but his expression was so serious that he could squeeze out water.

It's so cruel. A hundred thousand troops were blocked outside the pass, hungry and became lambs to be slaughtered by the Xijue people. The Xijue people killed the soldiers of Dazhou as livestock, but those were the sergeants who followed Shen Zhongan up the Daoshan Mountain.

"Eh." Deputy General Chang Heng stretched his neck while leaning on the female wall. He looked at it intently for a while and suddenly said: "Hey, good boy, there is such a person in Shen Zhongan's army. This knife is very good."

Xie Tingzhou followed his gaze and saw that this place occupies a high ground and the movements of the battlefield were clear at a glance. He saw the man without much effort.

It was true that that man among the thousands of soldiers was too eye-catching. He drew his sword and saw blood. He killed one person in three steps. Wherever he went, corpses of the Xijue people were lying at their feet. He was like a sharp blade, avoiding the enemy troops with great force.

The man stood in the middle of the chaos, holding a sword in his left and right hands. The enemy's long sword slashed at him. He blocked it with his left hand, and with a backhand strike with his right hand, he instantly cut off a man's neck.

The donated blood spurted out, and the man was covered in blood, as if he had been dipped in a pool of blood in hell.

The long knife became curled when cutting, so he replaced it with another one, but never stopped.

Xie Tingzhou also had people who were good at martial arts, but they were not as desperate as this one.

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