/p> The wind is sluggish and the water is cold.

Eight hundred silent battalions, momentum like a rainbow.

This is the silent battalion, they can't say that they have won every battle, but have you ever seen them take a step back? For the soldiers of the silent battalion, their fate is only two results, either a triumphant return or a death on the battlefield, and there is no third way.

This is the silent battalion, the banner of the silent battalion, all dyed red with blood.

There were still seven thousand people in the imperial city.

This battle was also an adventure for the Imperial City.

If the Imperial City really loses, it will be a defeat and the end of the war will be declared completely.

But even if they win, there is no big advantage for them, and they can't even talk about getting back a city, they can only say that they can take a breath for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, this battle is really not a good thing for the soldiers on this side of the Imperial City, and now even if they have really won, the silent battalion has completely extinguished their momentum.

When did they ever think about how far the silent battalion could fight them with so many people?

Is that still human?

Are they really not afraid of death?

In fact, the soldiers of the silent battalion were really afraid of death, but they had to die because they had no way out.

Meng Kaiqiang used to be a bandit after all, even if he has been tempered and forged too much now, but in his bones, there is still a banditry.

For a bandit like Meng Kaiqiang, death is nothing, anyway, he never thought that he could have a good death, and in his world of bandits, at this point, there is no point in being afraid of death, he has thought before, if he wants to die, it is better to die earlier, and die when he can still carry a knife, so that even if he really wants to die, at least he can pull a few cushions, thinking about it this way, it seems that death is not so terrible, by the way, he also instilled his thoughts into the minds of the eight hundred ordinary soldiers in the silent battalion。

Looking at it from afar, those people in the imperial city felt a little complicated in their hearts.

They looked at the mighty 800 people, and their hearts were extremely bitter.

If they were themselves, would they still have such momentum now? They couldn't help but ask themselves. In the entire northern foothills, I am afraid that only the silent battalion can do it, 800 people, and it has the momentum of 8,000 people.

Meng Kaiqiang held a long knife in his hand and walked in the front.

His horse had long since lost his place, but none of that mattered to him anymore.

These light cavalry of the silent battalion have now become infantry.

So what? Could it be that they can only fight on horseback?

Dismounted, aren't they silent battalions?

After all, there is no such reason.

How many people have these 800 silent battalion soldiers been disliked?

If it weren't for being disliked, how could they have come to Yangcheng and been adopted by Xiao Yao?

But now, who dares to underestimate them?

These people, after all, poured blood on the heads of those people.

Use blood to tell them how strong they really are!

Standing on the commanding heights, looking at the thousands of people under the mountain rocks, Meng Kaiqiang laughed and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He raised the long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife shone with a cold glow.

"Silent battalion, invincible!"

"Silent Battalion!

"Kill!"

Kicking up puffs of dust.

Eight hundred silent battalions, from top to bottom, rushed like a tide.

The thousands of Imperial City soldiers finally moved, although they already felt that they could no longer hold the sword, but they still killed them after all.

Eight hundred and seven thousand collided together, and they broke through the lines of defense.

Soon, the formation of 7,000 people had been completely dispersed.

However, before they could come to their senses, the hundreds of people from the silent camp rushed back again.

If he could really escape, Meng Kaiqiang would already leave this place with the hundreds of people under his command, but he knew that in their current state, they would not be able to run away at all.

Since that's the case, don't run, kill one without loss, kill two to make a sure profit, kill three, and make a profit!

Not only Meng Kaiqiang thought so, but also the remaining hundreds of soldiers in the silent battalion.

A battle was fought for half an hour.

Finally, the blood flowed like a river.

As far as the eye can see, the entire avenue is soaked in blood.

Three points into the soil.

Behind Meng Kaiqiang, there were five or six other people, and they couldn't stand steadily.

There are about 4,000 soldiers in the imperial city.

800 people, and more than 3,000 people from the other side were forced.

In the battle of trapped beasts, for Meng Kaiqiang, he seems to have won the victory.

Suddenly, he turned around and walked up the hillside.

The rest of the people seemed to know what Meng Kaiqiang wanted to do at this time, and they all stood quietly in place, watching Meng Kaiqiang walk step by step.

The four thousand people didn't even charge at this time, in fact, they were all very curious about what Meng Kaiqiang wanted to do at this time.

Finally, Meng Kai made it up the mountain.

He reached out, picked up the fallen flag, and shook it.

Bright red flags, fluttering in the wind.

Everyone's eyes fell on the banner with the three words silent battalion written on it.

Finally, Meng Kaiqiang fell, his knees were on the ground, but his two hands held the flag, smashed into the soil, and stood on the top of the mountain.

He looked in the direction of Yang Cheng, his chapped lips oozing with blood.

Then, with a slight smile, he closed his eyes......

"Silent Battalion!"

"Invincible!"

The remaining soldiers of the silent battalion, roaring angrily, slaughtered the four thousand men again.

Spears slashed through their bodies.

Finally fell.

The soldiers in the imperial city also breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the generals, who looked younger, didn't have much ability, but had a good father, and he jumped off his horse, and he had always been at the back of the war before.

Seeing that the crisis was completely resolved, he was completely relieved.

He stretched out his hand, pointed to the mountain, and said angrily, "Go, pull down the flag!"

Four thousand soldiers, not moving.

"Can't you hear me!?"

Still no one paid attention to him.

He had no choice but to walk alone towards the small hill.

By the time he reached the top of the mountain, he was out of breath.

He kicked Meng Kaiqiang's body away, then held the flagpole with both hands, and with great effort, he still didn't pull the flag out of the soil.

"Someone, help!"

No one paid any attention to him.

After a stalemate, the young general's face was completely uncontrollable, and he walked down.

Those who could pull the flag up the hill were reluctant to go.

Those who are willing to go, but they don't have the ability.

The banner with the silent battalion written on it stood on the hill for an unknown amount of time.

Looking at that flag, the soldiers of the imperial city were very sad.

Although they were the final victors in this battle, after this battle, those soldiers also knew in their hearts that the final victor of the battle between the imperial cities of Yangcheng must also be Wu Wutong.

Silent Battalion, it's really terrible......

The banner of the silent battalion was not only planted on the dirt slope, but also into their hearts.

The flag is still flying......

At the same time, the battle of Yuqiong Mountain is about to come to an end.

In the charge of Xiao Yao and the bronze terracotta warriors, Li Xiongshan and the others had already rushed out.

For Li Xiongshan, it is already very good that he can rush out with people, but Xiao Yao's thoughts are obviously not like this.

At the beginning, his idea was simple, like Li Xiongshan, he felt that as long as he and the others could rush out, he would complete the task, but after killing two five-fold masters one after another, he suddenly felt that it didn't seem to be very cost-effective to leave like this.

Therefore, Xiao Yao suddenly felt that he could kill all these people.

If Xiao Yao had put forward such an idea before this, he would definitely get Li Xiongshan's opposition, and in his opinion, it would have been very good to be able to escape from Yuqiong Mountain.

But now it's different, the blood stands now, everyone's eyes have turned red, and in their opinion, even if they really kill these people, it's not a big deal.

So they followed Xiao Yao again and charged.

The last five-fold master, when facing a four-fold master like Xiao Yao, couldn't take advantage of it, and was even pressed and beaten, at this time, the five-fold master could be regarded as understanding how his two colleagues died before.

Is this guy still human?

Why is he so strong?

If at the beginning, he was still very dissatisfied with Xiao Yao's top ten masters and full of doubts, now he is completely convinced.

Fortunately, Jiang Guofu's army is also bloody, even if the balance of victory has been tilted towards Li Xiongshan and others, they still haven't seen any deserters.

When this battle came to an end, Xiao Yao and Liu Chengfeng also saw each other again.

Three days later, the two also received information from the northern foothills.

Meng Kaiqiang died.

This news immediately dealt a heavy blow to Xiao Yao. There was a murderous aura in his eyes.

"How can this be? Isn't it just a trivial matter over there at the North Gate Pass?" Why did Meng Kaiqiang still die?" Xiao Yao looked really angry, and even trembled with anger.

Liu Chengfeng said bitterly: "Around the North Gate Pass, ambushes have also been laid out, this is an invitation to enter the urn." ”

Xiao Yao clenched his fists, and the corners of his forehead jumped violently.

Liu Chengfeng continued: "Brother Xiao, in fact, people will die in war, but in the past, it was just people who died that you were not familiar with. ”

Liu Chengfeng's words also made Xiao Yao completely calm.

"Brother Xiao, do we still want to reply?"

"Return!" Xiao Yao said.

Liu Chengfeng picked up the paper and pen, raised his head and looked at Xiao Yao, waiting for Xiao Yao to continue.

"There are 200,000 monuments at the northern foothills, and Wu Wutong and I are both named. ”

(End of chapter)

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