Although the fire burned more and more, the fire gradually faded uncontrollably, and was replaced by brighter and brighter sunlight.

Around the city walls, both the Terrans and the Witches were tired. The shouts of both sides became hoarse, and they fought with all their might, so that they were soaked in blood and sweat, and their hands and feet were sore and numb.

The Tiger Daoist wielded the iron rod with all his might, smashing the witch and snowmen who came in like a tidal wave and flew them away.

Ghost Cry and Luo Yuan fought side by side, Xuanhua Axe swept thousands of troops, a pair of iron whips saw the stitches, and the tacit understanding was seamless.

Elder Feng picked up a basket of stones and flew into the sky, and when he reached the outside of the city, he threw them down, smashing the heads of a group of Wu Clan archers.

Ma Zhongyu smashed a big spear with a poke and smash, blood-stained iron armor, like a mad demon, and in a hoarse roar, he led the Royal Forest Army to knock the Wu warriors to the ground.

The eldest prince commanded Ruoding, and the old Qin soldiers and the border army under his command cooperated tacitly, and the big shield threw spears to defend the city hole.

Chen Hutou picked up his father's will, and led the Shu army to launch a revenge charge again and again, even if he was heavy and vague, he still stubbornly charged, charged or charged.

Relying on the efforts of so many people, the human race is still at a disadvantage, just barely supporting, countless people are panting, their physical strength is almost exhausted, their brains are blurry, they can't remember why they are fighting, they are instinctively waving their weapons, and instinctively rushing towards those huge figures.

"The reinforcements have arrived, it is Your Majesty, Your Majesty personally led the reinforcements to the ......" The excited cry is like a rooster announcing the dawn, resounding up and down the city wall, under the golden morning sun, a white background golden dragon flag swaggering in the wind, and around, there are countless military flags with the words "horse", "king", "zhou", "guan" and so on, accompanied by the spear of the forest, the smoke and dust that soar to the sky, the footsteps that shake the earth, and the mighty and mighty towards this side.

Among them, the handsome and middle-aged man who was surrounded by the Royal Forest Army, wearing golden armor, holding a tiger's head and a golden gun, and with a dark cloud dragon horse under his crotch was the most conspicuous, he was the monarch of their Great Zhou, the hero of the Great Zhou, and the overlord of the Central Plains.

With such a noble status, he came in person.

For a time, the momentum of the human race was greatly boosted.

Originally, under the sacrifice of countless heroes and heroes, the human race was still at a disadvantage, but at this moment, everything was reversed.

The effect of the new force joining the battlefield is extremely amazing.

There were deafening shouts of killing everywhere, and the rumbling war drums made people's blood boil.

Ma Qubing personally carried his gun into battle, and where his big gun pointed, he was invincible, and everyone twisted into a rope.

Ghost Cry, Tiger Daoren, Luo Yuan, Ma Zhongyu, and Chen Hutou also gathered together at this time, and they didn't care about the past, picked up their weapons to kill the bloody road, and joined the army brought by Ma Qu's illness, and then turned the gun and launched a counterattack.

On the city wall, countless Wu people and snowmen were slaughtered in an instant, or jumped off the city wall to save their lives, or were directly stabbed to death or hacked to death on the city wall by random knives and guns.

The ghost cried a mouthful of Xuanhua and set off a bloody storm, he was extremely explosive, and after killing madness, he rushed faster than the Tiger Daoist.

Under the strong arms of Devil Cry, Xuanhua's big plate axe slashed left and right, and the circle flew up and down in circles, breaking or smashing all the weapons that stood in the way, and the stumps of all the enemies who stood in the way flew around, and fled in panic.

The other people behind Ghost Cry were also enthusiastic, and the Tiger Daoist wiped his face full of blood and flesh, and picked up the iron rod that was already red and smashed all the enemies he could touch into pulp.

The other three were also covered by iron whips and big guns, attacking more and defending less, even if they roared hoarsely, they still moved forward bravely.

Bang!

Ghost Cry was smashed by a hammer and flew out, and the Tiger Daoist finally seized the opportunity, quickly crossed Ghost Cry, and the iron rod that was already ready to go smashed the big witch who smashed Ghost Cry out with a stick.

Splashes of red juice flew into the sky and scattered like fireworks.

The ghost cried and roared and got up from the ground, and smashed a large shield with an axe against the splashing blood rain, and actually directly split a Wu warrior to his knees. Picked up the Xuanhua big axe again, and in the desperate gaze of this warrior, there was a click, and I don't know how many bones were broken, and he fell straight to the ground.

Plop, plop, plop......

The ghosts cried that the enemy in front of them no longer had the courage, and jumped off the city wall one after another like dumplings, some fell directly to death, and some luckily did not die, and fled in embarrassment, trying every means to stay away from the city wall.

"Win, we win......" cheered around.

Syllable!

Ghost Cry slammed Xuanhua's big axe to the ground, and looked at the fleeing Wu army with his waist crossed, his chest rising and falling violently, panting like a cow.

The axe of the Xuanhua Plate Axe was covered with scars, and drops of red blood dripped down, and along the way, there were many Wu people and snowmen who died on the scarred axe blade.

The Tiger Daoist was next to him, with an iron rod on his shoulder, and patted the ghost crying shoulder: "Good boy, it's really yours!"

Behind them, Luo Yuan's legs were weak, and he almost knelt down, and hurriedly supported the wall battlement, so that he would not sit directly on the ground.

Ma Zhongyu walked back, and when he came to Ma Quai, his face turned a little pale and said, "Your Majesty, I am fortunate to live up to my mission." ”

Chen Hu held an iron spear on his head, like a sculpture.

The ghost cried and hammered the shoulder of the Tiger Daoist: "The seniors are also impatient." ”

Then, carrying the axe upside down, he came to Chen Hutou: "Tiger head... Need a knife... Tiger ......"

The smile on Ghost Cry's face disappeared, and although Chen Hutou was standing, his eyes were closed.

"He's gone. After the ghost cried, the Tiger Daoist said: "The sternum was shattered and the mouth spat blood, which may have injured the lungs, the abdomen was penetrated by a sharp blade, the artery of the left arm was injured and bleeding, and the rest of the major and minor injuries were at least 30 or so, and it is a miracle that it can survive until now." ”

Originally, the artery in the left arm was damaged and bleeding did not stop, but now the blood stains have dried up, and the lack of bleeding is not because the wound has healed, but because there is no blood to flow.

He was bled alive.

Ghost Cry pulled out the short knife, and the Tiger Daoist behind him persuaded: "Don't waste your efforts, he is already gone." ”

Ghost Crying pursed his lips, he thought of the first time he saw Chen Hutou, this honest young man looked embarrassed when he wanted to call Ghost Cry who was about the same age as him as an uncle.

At that time, Chen Wu asked him to take more care of his children.

As a result, Chen Wu died on the battlefield, and Ghost Cry failed to take care of his child.

Ghost Cry stubbornly gave Chen Hutou a knife, however, except for an extra wound on Chen Hutou's body, there was no other change at all.

He was dead, dead, and the sword of the devil's cry could heal wounds, but it could not bring the dead back to life.

Bang!

Chen Hutou's corpse fell, and Ghost Cry helped him close his eyes. The soldiers of the Shu army, who had been following Chen Hutou's charge, knelt on the ground and burst into tears: "Major General, I also went." ”

Shu Jun cried in grief, Ma Quzhi saw the scene here from a distance, his lips squirmed, and in the end, he didn't say anything, just sighed.

Ma Zhongyu next to him sighed: "It's a pity, what a warrior." ”

However, just when everyone thought they had held the castle, the wounded herald rushed down the street to this side: "Oh no, the West Gate is lost......"