(The renewal of this period of time will be the death camp, the lowest trough and the most oppressive stage of Qin Feng, but this stage is also the complete transformation period of Qin Feng, Chang Kitten, and Wild Dog, so it is indispensable.) I guess I'm going to be scolded again, abuser? When it is time to abuse, it is natural to be abused, and if you want to be highlighted, you naturally have to suffer first. The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically. I also have to say that the district-wide sports meeting is finally over, and I am tired enough, but fortunately, I can start to catch up with the manuscript from tomorrow, and strive to recover from the day after tomorrow to two chapters a day, I'm back, brothers! ）

There was a loud bang, countless smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the entire wall of the military camp facing the street all came down, and the smoke and dust gradually disappeared, and what appeared in front of the county soldiers was two cone-shaped formations of the death battalion in a neat attack formation, and at the front, Zhang Xiaomao held an iron knife in his hand, and coldly stared at the black county soldiers in front of him and a hundred internal guards riding on war horses.

With a bang, the kitten pulled down the mask on his head, raised the iron knife in his hand, and with his movements, the five hundred soldiers of the death battalion behind him held the iron knife with both hands at the same time and raised it high.

"I'm invincible." Zhang Kitten's voice was low, his voice was a little dull behind the mask, and when he shouted this sentence, it seemed to go back to the scene of leading the charge a few years ago, when he was still in the death camp.

"I'm invincible!" Five hundred people roared with the kittens. There was no feeling of hot blood, and the voice seemed calm, short and powerful. But it was this voice that was too calm that made the internal guard on the other side shiver. These internal guards are different from Guo Jiuling, they have not experienced the experience of the battlefield, and they are more like **** characters, but today, they are facing a group of teams whose individual combat effectiveness is far inferior to them, but they are real battlefield killing gods.

"Attack!" He used a sharp shout to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and even ignored Yang Yi, who was far higher in rank than him and was also the commander-in-chief of this annihilation war.

With his order, more than 100 cavalrymen in a row of five smashed their horses and rushed forward.

Behind Zhang Xiaomei, is the brigade of wild dogs, as his name suggests, the troops led by wild dogs are the same as himself, on the battlefield, is a group of out-and-out mad dogs, every time there is a big battle, the death battalion is the vanguard of the western border army, and the wild dog is the vanguard of the death battalion. Facing the cavalry charge, they did not do it for the first time, but often did.

Zhang Xiaomei sneered, the commander on the opposite side obviously lacked battlefield command experience, his horse team was too close to the barracks, and his order was too late, the death battalion rushed forward dozens of steps before the other party gave the order to charge, and at this time, the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred steps. The war horse is within a distance of less than a hundred steps, the two sides hedge, and the distance given to the other party is only fifty steps, in such a short distance, it is obviously impossible for the war horse to accelerate to form a strong impact, at least such an impact force, the death battalion can fully withstand it.

Yang Yi behind him was stunned to see the death battalion colliding with the cavalry on the street like a moth to a fire, but the picture in front of him was not that the team of the death battalion was crushed by the cavalry, the sword flashed, the people flew high, the horse screamed and fell, and the arrow of the death battalion snapped and snapped, but the impact speed of the cavalry also stopped at this moment, and then, the black torrent drowned the cavalry of the inner guard.

Rows of iron knives were waved in unison, falling in unison, each fall was accompanied by a low hey, and every time it fell, everything in front of it turned into pieces of minced meat. Yang Yi couldn't imagine how hundreds of people could swing their knives together.

Zhang Xiaomei rushed to the front with a knife, as the arrow figure of the army, just hedged with the horse team, he was under the greatest pressure, at this moment, there was blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, which was the result of a huge shock to his internal organs.

The iron knife swung out, blocking the knife split by the internal guard on the horse, the two iron knives had been stabbed out from his side, the tall war horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the internal guard just jumped up, and another piece of knife light flew in, and the internal guard who jumped up did not land, it had become several pieces in the air, and fell to the ground with the rain of blood.

Yang Yi's body trembled a little uncontrollably, he regarded it as a reliance, and was ready to use them to give the death battalion, the thousand people of the inner guard cavalry, in front of the death camp, it was like snow meeting strong sunlight, it was rapidly melting, and the death camp was accompanied by the low sound of hey, further, slashing, it seemed slow, but it was rapidly advancing. The general had fallen into a bitter battle, and at this moment, he had abandoned the war horse, because he clearly knew that now the war horse was not his help, but his fetters.

"Yang Yi, what are you waiting for?" He roared. He was angry that when he charged, Yang Yi actually did not give the order to attack on all fronts, although the fight with the death battalion was only a short moment, but he now understood why the death battalion was called the first fierce army in the west. His hundred internal guards talked about their individual combat effectiveness, which one was not far superior to the opponent, but when the army was facing each other, they were completely unable to resist the opponent's attack, because their attack was more of an individual's ability, and the opponent, every time, was a group.

Yang Yi suddenly woke up to the fact that if the death battalion was allowed to rush out of this dead land, the entire Anyang City would become a battlefield, and at that time, even if he could finally kill the death battalion, the destroyed Anyang City would also make him fall into the endless abyss. Now, the only thing he can rely on is the superiority in numbers, using people to kill the death camp.

"All attack, those who retreat are killed!" Yang Yi pulled out his knife and rushed forward.

Not far from the battlefield, is Guo Jiuling's residence, at this moment, he is listening to Xin Wanli narrate to him the current situation in Shangjing and the disposal of the death camp, listening to Xin Wanli's words, Guo Jiuling sighed silently, the defection of scissors has already doomed the death camp to be destroyed.

As one of Min Ruoying's henchmen, he could only obey Min Ruoying's orders, which made his heart extremely tormented, Xin gradually separated from the opening and closing of his lips, which gradually blurred in front of his eyes, but was replaced by the familiar faces of the death camp. In Mao'er Mountain, he has been recuperating from his injuries for more than a month, and he is already very familiar with these people, and now, these familiar faces are only disappearing one by one.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, this is the price that Da Chu must pay if he wants to become strong." He lowered his head, kept muttering, his hands were trembling, his heart was bleeding, he could only keep making excuses for Min Ruoying who gave this order, over the years, he has spared no effort to support Min Ruoying, isn't it just looking forward to Da Chu being able to have a strong, domineering and wise emperor, who can lead them to the world? The majesty of the royal family cannot be desecrated, and the scandal of the royal family must be buried deeply.

A bunch of death row inmates, people who should have died a long time ago! He said to himself in his heart, but he still felt some pain in his heart.

With a bang, the door was slammed open, and an internal guard stumbled in, "Commander Guo, Lord Xin, something happened!" The inner guard gasped.

Xin Yanli and Guo Jiuling's faces suddenly changed.

After listening to the report of the internal guard, Xin gradually left his face turned green, and he thought about everything, the only thing he didn't expect was that these county soldiers were in chaos to this point, and the result of passing the buck to each other was to give the death battalion a chance to breathe, and now the death battalion has been unified and launched a close fight with the county soldiers, what the result is, you can imagine.

"Commander Guo!" Xin gradually turned his face to look at Guo Jiuling, his face full of begging. Guo Jiuling sighed, stood up, and walked out silently, he was a person on Min Ruoying's boat, whether he recognized Min Ruoying's decision or not, but since Min Ruoying had made a decision, all he could do was obey. Moreover, he was also worried that the death camp that was completely enraged would take fierce revenge, and there was not a single good person in the death camp, if they lost control and acted recklessly, it would only be the people of Anyang City who would suffer.

"Let's go to the mansion!" He said in a deep voice.

One by one, the generals of the county soldiers were summoned into the government office, standing in the government office, they could hear the shouts from the direction of the Dongcheng barracks not far away, Cheng Pingzhi's face was colorless, Xin gradually left like an ant on a hot pot, only Guo Jiuling still maintained a calm face. Looking at the generals standing in the hall who obviously had their own ideas in their hearts, Guo Jiuling took out his golden internal guard waist card from his arms and slapped it on the table with a bang.

"If you let the people in the death camp escape from life, I promise, none of you will survive." He looked at these people coldly, "Don't think that you dare to defy military orders because you have someone behind you, in front of me Guo Jiuling, those people behind you are all a fart, and they will provoke me, and they will pull Luo for you!" ”

"Now, take your army and go to encircle and suppress the death camp, you have three ways to choose, the first one, fight with the death camp to the death, your family will live, there will be glory behind you, the second one, you are not effective in fighting, I killed Luo, affecting your family, on the third day, you fought bravely, annihilated the death camp, and you yourself survived, promoted and rich, rich and glorious. Now, get out of here, give me a fight. Go and choose your own path. ”

In Guo Jiuling's roar, one by one the generals of the county soldiers ran out with blank faces. Unlike Xin Yanli, Guo Jiuling is a real big man. You can say it, you can do it.

I don't have to choose, I say there are three paths, but in fact there is only one way.

In the whole city, one after another fire dragons converged towards the eastern city, and this time, the speed of advance was extremely fast, and one after another encirclement began to form.

The monk lay on the roof, staring wide-eyed as a group of county soldiers left the fire under the leadership of Suqian, and ran towards the direction of Dongcheng, his teeth gritted and his eyes burst, almost dripping blood. From where he was lying on his back, he could see the bodies of his brothers in the midst of the fire.

Buried his head in the cracks of the tiles, he wept silently.

The county soldiers have gone away, the monk slowly raised his head, his expression has become extremely hideous, under the nest, there are no eggs, here is done, how can other places be preserved? Cheng Pingzhi, Yang Yi of ****, Suqian of ****, since you don't let us live, then no one will live.

The monk stood up.

"Set fire? Could it be that you will, Lao Tzu won't? Hahaha, if you set fire to my brother, I will turn Anyang City into a sea of fire. He gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, disappearing into the night like a ghost.