Li Kun looked at the battle in front of him, and the members of the death brigade wearing iron armor had an absolute advantage over the North Korean soldiers.

The wielding of their swords cut down one officer after another.

At this point, Li Kun has already broken the front of the official army, but just breaking this point cannot make the official army collapse.

Due to the inferior equipment, his army is constantly being put down by the officers and soldiers.

The fact that the two sides were able to fight to such an even level was completely supported by Li Kun's army with flesh and blood, and as long as this will subsided, it would be the time for Li Kun to be defeated.

"Big brother! Let the brothers get on! Our group of people can't hold on! Li Zhen whispered beside her eldest brother.

Li Kun glanced at the battlefield strewn with corpses, and nodded: "Let them go!" ”

Li Zhen grabbed the brass whistle on his chest and stuffed it into his mouth and blew it vigorously, and the sharp whistle pierced the noisy battlefield, making both sides in the battle stunned.

An Zhenxu rode on his horse and looked at the place where the whistle sounded, and said to the soldiers around him with a smile: "Li Kun's traitor can't hold on?" That's right, too! After holding out under the attack of my army for so long, he is also a talent!

It's a pity that such a talent can't be used by the lord of the country, and Ben Shuai has no choice but to kill the killer! ”

"An Shuai said yes! The traitor Li Kun is beyond his strength, and it is his pride to die at An Shuai's hands! The soldier immediately complimented.

Ahn Zhenxu laughed when he heard it, causing the surrounding soldiers to laugh too.

To Ahn Jin-wook's surprise, the group of soldiers named Hanako not only did not retreat immediately when they heard the whistle, but instead burst out with surging combat power.

Many people shouted and rushed towards the officers and soldiers, even if they were pierced by spears and barrels, they didn't care, they just begged that the firewood knives in their hands could be cut on the bodies of the officers and soldiers.

For a time, the front of the official army was suppressed by Li Kun's army, and some places were broken through by the enemy, causing a little chaos.

An Zhenxu's brows were deeply furrowed, the whistle was not a retreat, was it an attack?

Li Kun also underestimated his own officers and soldiers, although there were a few breakthroughs just now, but after all, the officers and soldiers were well-trained and quickly plugged the gaps.

Just give them a little more time to drive the enemies out of the array, and then it's time to launch a counterattack.

When An Zhenxu was thinking about how to break the enemy army and capture Li Kun alive, there was a big chaos at the front of the official army.

The officers and soldiers were actually suppressed, and they were still slowly retreating.

Ahn Jin-wook's eyes widened, what is the situation? Could it be that this is Li Kun's conspiracy? Or did he use some special means?

The screams kept changing, and the team in front became more and more unstable.

The officers and soldiers retreated faster and faster, seeing that the array in front of them was about to collapse.

Ahn Zhenxu was in a hurry, and he wanted to win, but his own striker was about to collapse.

At this moment, he had a ghostly expression, he had never encountered such a thing after so many years of fighting.

Ahn Jin-wook, who was riding on a horse, yelled: "Resist! Resist Ben Shuai! The Retreater, Slash! There are then retreaters! Overseer Warband! Above! ”

At his command, the soldiers around him drew their steel swords one after another to meet the retreating forward.

The sound of drawing swords shook the retreating soldiers, and the forward that had just been shaky stabilized.

An Zhenxu wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a long breath, if it weren't for the overseer team to scare the soldiers who were about to retreat, this battle would have been hanging.

Collapse with the enemy's superiority, and there is only one end that awaits them, and that is total annihilation.

Those pro-soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief, if the rout just now was going to continue to rout, would they really want to swing their swords and kill them?

These are all robes that usually look down and don't look up, how to explain to their families if they go back.

"Ahh A scream sounded from the front, and everyone was shocked.

Before Ahn Jin-wook could figure out what was going on, the forward battalion that had just stabilized collapsed again.

This time, the forward battalion was completely dispersed, and it was completely turned around and ran, and there was no resistance at all.

Annoyed by the performance of the Striker Battalion, Ahn Jin-wook pulled out the steel knife at his waist and slashed through the neck of a soldier who ran past him.

A large head flew up, and the running soldier took a few steps forward before falling to the ground.

"Kill! Kill the retreater! Ahn Jin-wook was angry, this is not the time to be soft-hearted.

At the slightest hesitation, the forward battalion will collapse, and the collapse of the forward battalion will lead the whole team to collapse, and even if they escape, it will become a luxury.

An Zhenxu's personal soldiers did not show weakness, and waved their steel knives to look at the fleeing officers and soldiers.

The next scene that surprised Ahn Jin-wook happened, those soldiers who had fled would rather be killed by the Warlord than go back to look for them.

Some of the brave soldiers actually waved their weapons at the pro-soldier overseers, and for a moment the place was already in chaos.

Just when Ahn Jin-wook was shocked, a man wearing half-body plate armor, a mask and a helmet appeared in his eyes, and he was holding a sword.

For a moment, he almost shouted "Changxing Army", this person's armor was exactly the same as that of Changxing Army.

But the man did not have a firearm in his hand, but instead a bright sword.

Moreover, this man's face armor is painted with colorful oil paints of hideous evil ghosts, and this person's body and face armor are stained with a lot of blood, like a demon god who has come out of hell.

An Zhenxu was stunned for a while, not knowing whether the person in front of him was Changxingjun or a widow, or if they were in the same stream.

In that case, North Korea would be in danger.

Just when Ahn Jin-wook was stunned, a North Korean soldier killed the man.

The North Korean soldier swung his knife and slashed at this man, but this man did not dodge or dodge, and slashed at the man with the sword in his hand.

This man is skilled in swordsmanship, and obviously has years of hard work. Unexpectedly, the last to come first, the sword in his hand was the first to cut the body of the official army.

This knife was fast and heavy, and with one knife, it split the back of the official and soldier's oblique shoulder straps in half.

Although the knife of the official army also fell on this person's body, the weak knife after being killed only left a shallow trace on the black iron armor.

An Zhenxu's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw this, and he secretly said in his heart: Sure enough, it is a Japanese coward, and only that group of dwarf madmen in this world can practice Japanese swords to this extent.

No wonder Li Kun dared to make waves in North Korea, it turned out that he was mixed with the Japanese invaders.

Just when An Zhenxu thought that this person was a widow, this person pointed forward with a knife and shouted: "Kill!" Only by entering the official army can the world be peaceful! ”

Ahn Jin-wook was depressed, and he could hear the obvious Jingshi accent clearly.

I didn't expect that this person who was extremely skilled in using a Japanese knife turned out to be a North Korean, but it didn't matter.

Just now, he saw that Li Kun's black-armored guards were only about 100 people, and as long as his own soldiers worked hard, they could still kill these difficult opponents.

But the subsequent appearance of the black-armored guards subverted An Zhenxu's cognition, and a hundred was far from the limit of the black-armored guards.

Two hundred, three hundred, five hundred, eight hundred ......, seeing this, An Zhenxu was already numb, and he finally knew how his striker collapsed.

Looking at the black-armored guards who killed him, An Zhenxu turned around and fled without hesitation.

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