"Poof!"

The accuracy of this shot is incomparably high???.? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? On the majestic body of the e?n?'org Absolute King, the vitality is passing away little by little.

"Plop!"

The Absolute King lost his life, lost his balance and the mace in his right hand fell to the ground first, and as Zhao Yun's left hand retreated, he pulled out the spear, and the Absolute King Ula fell down.

……

Seeing the Absolute King Ula who fell to the ground, Zhao Yun's face showed a fierce look, and his eyes were full of murderous energy. With a stroke of the gentian bright silver spear in his hand, the body of the Absolute King was immediately separated.

The spear pierced the head of the Absolute King, Zhao Yun picked it in the air, and shouted towards the Absolute Army that was resisting.

"Ulla, the king of the Absolute Spirit, has died in battle, and those who descend will not be killed!"

Zhao Yun is the only main general in the army at this moment, and at this moment, under his order, the 50,000 army roared one after another, and a huge wave swept across the entire battlefield.

"Ulla, the king of the Absolute Spirit, has died in battle, and those who descend will not be killed!"

"Ulla, the king of the Absolute Spirit, has died in battle, and those who descend will not be killed!"

"Ulla, the king of the Absolute Spirit, has died in battle, and those who descend will not be killed!"

……

The sound of the trumpet lasted for a long time, just like Chu Ge when it was embattled, knocking out the last insistence of the elite army, especially when the elite king died, and the entire army had no commander.

An army without a commander has lost its spirit and spirit, and it simply does not have the courage to continue fighting. The end of the Han Dynasty does not mean that the last soldier will never surrender.

The death of the Absolute King actually means the end of the war!

"Smack!"

……

The 10,000-strong army laid down their weapons and surrendered their lives to the enemy, and as a soldier, he did not die on the battlefield, but became a despicable pawn.

This moment is sad and even more shameful for these people.

……

It's just that at this time, they can only have a way to survive if they surrender, and at this moment, Pang De and Dian Wei have already closed, and in the face of an army of 50,000, they have no chance.

Between life and death, they chose life, and stealing life is not necessarily a kind of life.

……

"Drive!"

Seeing that the dust had settled on the battlefield, Ying Fei shook the reins of his horse and rushed towards the center of the battlefield under the escort of five hundred iron eagle sharps.

Now that the elite army has surrendered, this surrendered army has become a current problem, whether to kill or release, Zhao Yun can't decide this matter, so he can only come by Yingfei himself.

"Phew!"

With a charge, Ying Fei rushed to the front of Zhao Yun and the others, and with a gentle pull of the horse's reins, the black horse under his crotch stopped in an instant.

"I'll see my lord!"

Seeing Ying Fei's arrival, Zhao Yun and the others hurriedly saluted Ying Fei and said.

"Hmm."

Nodding, Ying Fei's gaze withdrew from the pawn's body, fell on Zhao Yun and the three of them, smiled slightly, and said.

"The victory in this battle depends on the generals to fight, and the three armies are brave, among which Zilong has the greatest combat achievements, the evil comes second, and Pang De is the third."

After taking a deep look at the three of them, Ying Fei's eyes flashed a different color, with a slight meaning, and said: "The war exploits you have made, Ben Hou knows in his heart that one day it will be okay to pay homage to the marquis." ”

There is an old saying in Yingfei's hometown that if you want a donkey to run, you have to eat enough.

Dian Wei and the others fought hard, what did they take their lives for? What they are doing is to be a marquis and worship the prime minister, in order to be able to spread their fame to the world, so that their ancestors and descendants can be glorified and glorified on the lintel.

In the final analysis, even if these people are the underworld and society in the late Han Dynasty, they want to use violence to improve their social status.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Ying Fei doesn't mind paying homage to the prime minister at all, as long as the world belongs to herself, it will inevitably be a large-scale reward at that time.

"Thank you lord, we will never give up following the lord!"

Hearing Ying Fei's statement, Zhao Yun and the three of them showed a touch of ecstasy on their faces, the three of them were all military generals, not as deep as a strategist.

What you think in your heart, you can express it on your face one by one.

"Hmm."

With a slight bow, Ying Fei once again set his eyes on the pawn, and when he saw these people, Ying Fei was a little entangled for a while.

He knew the potential value of these people, but when he sent troops earlier, he said that he would kill the people of the eight countries of the Western Regions.

If you don't kill it, you will get a huge blow to your prestige, and the king of a country, a superior person will not be able to speak, and when the time comes, it will make the subordinates and military forces deviate from morality.

Because you have no jokes!

And Ying Fei is destined to be a man who is a monarch!

The thought flickered in her heart, Ying Fei was doing a battle between heaven and man, to kill or not to kill, this is a difficult choice, like a time bomb, there are only two lines.

One represents death, one represents life, at this moment Ying Fei is holding scissors in her hand, and she decides life and death in a thought.

……

"Gather the three armies and prepare for the blood sacrifice!"

In the end, Ying Fei finally made up her mind, these people must be killed, and only by killing these people can they deter the young people in the Quartet.

He wants to use the blood of the elite to pay tribute to the soldiers who died in battle, and he wants to use the blood of these elite people to awaken the killing blood beast in the hearts of the soldiers of the three armies.

This time, Ying Fei chose the most extreme blood sacrifice!

Ying Fei knew in his heart that his choice would give birth to an army of iron and blood, a division of hellish demons, and from now on, this army would only obey his orders.

"No."

Somewhat sensitive to the word blood sacrifice, Zhao Yun glanced at the dazed elite army and sighed. He knew in his heart that Qin Hou Yingfei must have made up his mind.

The fate of this 10,000-strong army is sealed.

……

The 50,000-strong army moved, and the speed was extremely fast. In just an hour, a huge high platform has been built, and the tablets of the army killed in battle are held on the high platform.

There is no detailed name on the tablet, but it is written on it the fallen soldiers of the Battle of the Western Regions. This was written by Qin Hou Yingfei himself, with his blood.

On the high platform, the flag was unfurled, and the huge Qinhou Shuai flag fluttered in the wind. Under the escort of the Iron Eagle Ruishi, Ying Fei climbed the high platform step by step.

"Soldiers, in this war, the Western Regions are the best eight countries to organize an army of 200,000. 40,000 men of the Western Army were crippled, and today they were routed by Er and other generals. ”

"Today our army has won a victory, but this victory was won by the blood of countless brothers. By the time you can still stand and listen to Ben Hou's teachings, they will no longer be able to stand up. ”

Looking at the silent army, Ying Fei paused word by word and said: "The smell of blood in the air is not only the Eight-Nation Alliance Army of the Western Regions, but also our brothers, our robes. ”

"A person who was alive yesterday has become a corpse today, and has become the nourishment of the land of Loulan County."

Speaking of this, Ying Fei changed her words, shouted, and said: "Actually, these people, these brothers, these robes could have been sacrificed without sacrifice. ”