The First World War lasted from the afternoon sunset to the setting sun.

The shouting and killing on the Suzhou Creek never stopped.

This is definitely the biggest fire in the history of the Huaguo Underground World, and the samurai of the north and south used long swords and blood to write a sad and high-pitched war song.

The blood water dyed the Suzhou Creek red, and there were corpses everywhere on the river, including the warriors of the southern country and the tigers and wolves of the north, and the smell of blood was permeated, as if entering the world of whirlwind.

I have to say that the Anhui warriors under Xiao Yuesheng are indeed very tenacious.

Absolutely invincible elite made of steel!

You must know that they are facing a northern tiger wolf that is five times their size!

Coupled with the Zhejiang warriors who defected before the battle, this proportion is still increasing, and the defection of the Zhejiang warriors is too sudden, it happened overnight, directly breaking their formation, which is even worse!

It's a desperate situation!

The northern tiger wolf is the elite, taking advantage of the chaos to attack, such a situation is afraid that even if the god of war comes, it will not be able to save it!

If an ordinary group were hit like this, it would be absolutely fatal, and it would collapse at the first time!

But these people from Anhui persisted for four hours under the leadership of Wan Lei!

After four hours, the rout finally began, retreating all the way to Suzhou, and where they passed, the remaining people were constantly scattered, and in the end, only six or seven hundred people could barely be united, and the people were trapped in a place called Mogushan in the middle of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

By this time, it was already dusk.

Mo Gu Mountain, the name is in no way consistent with its mountain, Mo Gu Mo Gu, in the end it turns out to be a lonely mountain, although it is high, but there is only one, like a lonely "sword" inserted in the ground, the vegetation in the mountain is sparse, the surrounding earth is empty, how to look at it has a sense of loneliness and sadness.

The last six or seven hundred people in Anhui who still have the strength to fight are trapped here at the moment!

At the foot of the mountain, nearly 5,000 Mongolian warriors surrounded the mountain, and as far as the eye could see, the black pressed people could not see the end at a glance!

It was Ye Tianhao who led the team in pursuit, but even Xingtian, Xuanyuan Invincible and other masters all followed, because ......

Among the five thousand Mongolian warriors, not to mention the 1,780 Eight Heavenly Generals, the rest were all absolute elites who beheaded more than three people in this battle!

According to the oath made by Ye Tianhao and 100,000 Mongolian warriors during the Great War in Shanghai - anyone who beheads more than three people is eligible to enter the Eight Heavenly Generals!

Other words...... In a sense, these 5,000 people can almost be said to be the eight heavenly generals of Xingtian, how could Xingtian not follow?!

In fact, the people of Anhui ran very fast when they retreated, and there were constantly people falling behind in the middle, and the only ones who could bite their core were these five thousand Mongolian warriors, this was the real elite, and it was the most valued force of Xingtian, and he intervened in the battle of the underground world...... Just to get these people!

The night was hazy.

Five thousand Mongolian warriors have lit a bonfire, after all, at this time has entered the late autumn, about to step into the cold winter, the weather is still very cold, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, cold and cold, the cold is drilled into the bones, if you don't light the fire, even the Mongolian warriors who have experienced the wind, sand and snow on the prairie are a little unbearable!

They won this battle, shaking thousands of miles of territory in the south, basically Jiangnan is already at your fingertips, so the love of the Mongolian warriors is still good, eating the dry food they carry with them around the fire, while wiping the blood trough has turned into a dark red chopping knife, some people sing and some laugh, after all, they are the victors and are qualified to do so.

In the middle of the front of Mogu Mountain, surrounded by many Mongolian warriors, a bonfire was burning extremely strongly, and several people sat around the fire with slightly gloomy faces, but they were not as happy as the surrounding warriors.

"Kui, wait for the brothers to finish eating, then attack?"

Ye Tianhao asked: "Xiao Yuesheng's subordinates have been defeated, and now the entire Jiangnan is full of deserters, and there is a shortage of soldiers, these people have no fighting spirit, and they don't pose any threat to us, Batu and a few of them are leading people to pursue."

The only ones who are still resisting are the six or seven hundred people on the mountain!

It seems that the one who took the lead was Wan Lei, the general of Anhui under Xiao Yuesheng! When I was still in Inner Mongolia, I had heard of this person, he was a ruthless man, and he was also a diehard loyalist of Xiao Yuesheng, and he was quite popular in the entire southern country!

If we kill him, it will be a heavy blow to the whole of the South!"

"There's no hurry!"

Xing Tian often exhaled and said slowly: "These people are at the end of their rope, probably the last soul of Anhui, and now they are trapped in Mogu Mountain, and they have already turned into red-eyed wolves one by one when they are trapped in Mogu Mountain, and there is no benefit in fighting with them!"

Speaking of this, Xing Tian glanced at the lonely mountain not far away, and said softly: "And...... This mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, since the man named Wan Lei dares to go up, it means that he didn't think about coming down, just wait for us to attack him to pull a few pads!

Attack, we will lose a lot!"

Ye Tianhao pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, agreeing with Xingtian's statement.

In fact, there is now an almost fanatical worship of Xingtian among the entire Northland Tiger Wolves!

Beat Jinling, take advantage of the situation to enter Shanghai, and plan to take the Jiangnan ......

This way to the south, although the fight is hard, and there must be countless dead in each battle, but I have to say that the qiē expressed by Xingtian is simply like the god of war, invincible, not to mention, and all losses have been minimized!

In the end, even Ye Tianhao and the others began to gradually form a habit of "not asking why, only asking what to do".

"Hasn't Xiao Yuesheng been found yet?"

Xing Tian frowned, and suddenly asked, "Could it be ...... Can that guy still fly with wings?"

"Yujiang didn't show up either!"

Ling Ying interjected, paying great attention to the life and death of her old rival, and said in a deep voice: "If these two people don't die, I'm afraid they will make a comeback!"

"It's like evaporation......

Ye Tianhao smiled bitterly: "The brothers have blocked all the places in Jiangsu and Shanghai, and they are looking for these two people, but there is no news so far!"

"Keep looking!"

Xingtian's face was slightly gloomy, he won the war, but he didn't find any trace of the enemy's leader, this matter really made him depressed enough, thought about it, and added: "No matter what, speed up the speed of cleaning up the people who fled in Jiangnan, you tell the people who are pursuing, if you can surrender, you will surrender, if you insist on not surrendering, you will kill them immediately, you can't waste too much time on these people!"

In a word, even if it can't be used by me, it must not be used by others, especially when Xiao Yuesheng's whereabouts are unknown, we must be vigilant, and we must not wait for Xiao Yuesheng to set up the banner again before recruiting them!"

"Yes!"

Ye Tianhao agreed in a deep voice, naturally knowing the strictness of this matter, and did not dare to slack off.

However, after a little hesitation, Ye Tianhao suddenly said, "Kui, I just heard about ...... Ran Chonglou is killing people in arson, as long as he finds the southern gangsters who have fled, he will not mention the word surrender, and he will directly let his subordinates kill!

The few people who are chasing now are Mali, and he is the most murderous!

Do you see if it's ......?"

"They have a grudge in their hearts!"

Xing Tian sighed softly and said slowly: "But it's not a good thing for him to kill people like this, after all, the warriors in the southern country are all strong warriors, and if they can be used by me, it will also be a good thing!"

However, you don't have to reprimand him, just a little banging!

In this way, if you bring him a word, just say that I said it!"

Saying this, Xing Tian gently closed his eyes and said word by word: "Now that you have been reborn, why bother to cling to the past life?

Bad for the great cause of the new lord is like cutting off the flesh of the new lord, it is for disloyalty, great disloyalty!"

After the words fell, Xingtian stood up and went to chat with the samurai who were resting.

......

Unlike the bottom of the mountain, the six or seven hundred warriors of the Anhui land on Mogu Mountain were gloomy!

At the top of the mountain, six or seven hundred people sat or lay quietly together, some of them looked at the lonely stars in the sky, and everyone had a trace of sadness on their faces!

In the darkness, there was occasionally a soft hum with pain, very depressing, it was the sound of the wounded person who could not bear the pain.

Hunger, cold, pain......

All the qiē are torturing the nerves of these defeated soldiers in Anhui, it is hard to imagine that these people are not crazy in despair, they are still persevering, persisting in silence!

In fact, since they fled to Mogu Mountain, these warriors have all fallen silent, and no one has said a word.

In front of a bluestone in the middle of the mountaintop, Wan Lei, who was covered in blood, half-leaned on the bluestone, gently closed his eyes, and breathed a little heavily.

Beside him, one of his men was bandaging his wounds.

Seventeen stab wounds!

This is the result of Wan Lei!

The subordinate looked at the wound with rolled flesh, and the corners of his eyes twitched violently!

It's hard to imagine how this warrior from the south has persevered to survive until now!

There were no bandages, no alcohol, no medical supplies to stitch up wounds, just strips of cloth on torn clothes!

This kind of bandaging is definitely very painful, it has no benefit to the healing of the wound, it can only stop the bleeding, the principle is very simple - use the strength of the milk to strangle the cloth to the wound, stifle the flow of blood, and prevent excessive blood loss and hang up directly!

The feeling of tightening the wound so hard...... It's definitely like cutting meat with a knife, it's very painful!

But Wan Lei is just breathing heavily, frowning, and his will can be called invincible!

In the end, it may be that Wan Lei gently hummed a song in order to distract himself, which is a song from a movie that is currently on the air......

"I swear to heaven and earth to be loyal to my country.

Nurture the land of my motherland, and I swear to keep you glorious forever.

The land that nurtured my motherland has the strongest courage.

No matter how strong the enemy is, we are never afraid.

Please don't make hopeless demands, put away lies and deceit.

Stop being delusional.

The clarion call of the regimental holy war is about to sound for us.

For our motherland, for us to sing a song of triumph.

......”

The people who sing this song in the movie are a group of warriors who fought for their country to the last drop of blood.

I don't know what's going on, at the last moment of his life, this song came out of Wan Lei's mind, and then he hummed it softly.

It may be that the sad tune touched the hearts of the southern warriors on the top of the mountain, or it may be that the lyrics cut into their hearts at the moment, in short, the last loyalty of these Anhui lands collapsed in an instant, some sobbed, some were speechless, and finally hummed softly with Wan Lei.

This song is not about them, the black disciples of the underground world, but it is about the courage, loyalty and arrogance of these Anhui warriors!

Yes, they are a group of samurai struggling in the underworld, and they can't compare to the patriotic fighters in the movie.

There is no splendor and glory of the house, only the breath of darkness. No one will respect them, because they are fighting for the good of the leader, fighting for survival. There is no such noble mission to protect this and protect that, only infamy!

But...... They also have their own loyalties!!

They are loyal to the southern territory that they have laid down with their blood, and they are loyal to the boss who gave them a bowl of rice to eat when their lives went into a low point!

So......

They picked up their swords and fought to the death for the sake of their loyalty and love!

Even if the result is a death on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud is fearless! You can also have the same courage as those soldiers who are bathed in glory and branded as heroes in the movie!

They...... It is the soul of the south, the bone of the south!

Even if it is the king of the north who goes south, the king of the north who is invincible, he is not afraid!

Because the king of the north wants their land, they don't know how much blood and years they have spent in exchange for the land!

They can only resist!

The mournful song drifted on the dark mountaintop, and gradually, some changes took place on the top of the mountain......

From the original gloomy cloud, it gradually turned into a kind of sadness, and finally ...... Turned into courage!

The singing began to grow louder, and many of the samurai who were struggling with their injuries sat up straight......

In the end, when Wan Lei closed his mouth and didn't sing, the singing stopped abruptly.

All that remains of the tranquility on the top of the mountain is the howling of the wind and the heavy breathing of the samurai of the south.

Without warning, Wan Lei spoke, his voice was not high, and it sounded in the night, like a whimper of the wind: "You guys...... Are you afraid of death?"

No one answered, but all the southern samurai struggled to get up from the ground, and for a while, a group of ragged, bloody, and wounded samurai stood on the top of the mountain, but the eyes of these samurai were very bright, like a dazzling aurora in the dark!

"Needless to say, I know you're afraid, in fact, I'm also afraid, no one is not afraid of death!"

Wan Lei laughed miserably, slowly stood up with the support of the warrior beside him, turned his head to look down at the dark earth in all directions, and said softly: "When I first went to Mogu Mountain, I stood at my feet, I was very confused, it was the first time in my life that I was so confused!"

Jinling has fallen, Zhejiang has been reversed, Shanghai has been lost, several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River are not guaranteed, and we are in the south...... Defeated!

I'm really confused, I don't know where to go, what the king of the north gives us is a road that can't look up and can't see ahead, and then look back behind us is already a vast road, we are like lost dogs, stupidly staying on this Mogu Mountain to guard the last loyalty of the south, without any direction......

But, just now, I suddenly knew what I was going to do!"

Wan Lei's voice suddenly rose, and a high-pitched roar erupted from his scarred body: "Do you know what you should do now?"

"Boom !!"

A neat and uniform chant rippled on the top of the mountain, and more than 600 defeated soldiers pulled out the long knife at their waists at the same time, and the cold and snowy sword light converged into a silver river and slashed into the sky!

The tiger and wolf are fierce!

"Haha, you are worthy of being Lao Tzu's brother, choose to be the same as Lao Tzu!"

Wan Lei laughed, gritted his teeth and roared: "I'd rather be a lonely soul in Qingshan than a lackey of the Northern King!"

"Bang!"

Wan Lei angrily pulled out the long sword in his waist: "The southern country is defeated!

It is impossible to turn the situation around with just six or seven hundred of us, but ...... We have our own choice!

We can use our own blood to let him open his eyes and take a good look, Jiangnan is not without heroes, even if he dies, he will splash his face with black blood, let him know the courage and loyalty of our southern warriors, even after a hundred years, let him raise his finger and sue his son-

Nanguo is loyal and brave, and he is the most respected enemy in his life!"

"Roar!!

A wild battle cry exploded on the top of the mountain, and the last loyal brave in Jiangnan dragged his tired and wounded body down the mountain brazenly!

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