Chapter 18: You are a beauty

You Wuming returns to the army.
"Take down the Great Wall of China." His voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the three armies.
"Yes!" The roar shook the sky.
The army went up against the current and proceeded towards the gate that had just been recaptured.
Han Shaoling was heading north, seeing Youyou fought to counterattack the Great Wall, and immediately rushed over.
"Youzhou King, what do you mean!" Han Shaoling said, "Sangzhou is a ghost behind him, stay here and die! Don't you rush out with me?!"
You Wuming glanced at him: "It's you, not me, who bullied the Sang prince, you sent one to die, and Sangzhou will open the door for me."
Han Shaoling: "..."
Sang was surprised to find that Dream Wuyou, who was sitting in front of Han Shaoling, was full of tears, and his mouth was tightly restrained by a white cloth tape, which seemed wrong.
Those big eyes really speak. Sang glanced at random from afar, and his heart understood.
In this huge wave of demons, it is inevitable to splash blood, or face those horrible flesh.
Meng Wuyou was taken aback from time to time, and could not help but scream, Han Shaoling was already tired. The situation was critical at the moment, and there was a lint in the corners of his mouth, and he had no patience with her. He shut her mouth by physical means.
"Walk in the end." Han Shaoling gritted his teeth, "You're lifeless, look at the situation in front of you. Do you really want to drag your Yuzhou Army together to die!"
You Wuming smiles sincerely: "Whoever dies and who lives is not yet known. Han Shaoling, if I remember, I will give you some incense sticks, go for it."
Han Shaoling was angry.
If the two armies travel together, they can also support each other, and the pressure must be reduced by more than half.
But how can I talk to a lunatic?
He stared at You Wuming for a few moments. Before leaving, he couldn't help but stare at Sang Yuan.
"Youzhou King," Han Shaoling felt that this should be the thickest moment of his life, "Sang may be in the Sangzhou Army at this moment, are you sure, you want to bring another woman to see her?"
You Wuming was shaken by his shock: "Aren't you holding a wild woman yourself, and it's still on my head? What do you want to do?"
He stared at Han Shaoling vigilantly.
Sang far looked at this nominal husband like an idiot.
Han Shaolin left out: "Give her to me, and when I return home safely, I will go to heaven and be far away from Sang. You, the sang maiden you want, I, I must take her away today."
He pointed Sang far.
He fell in love with her at first sight.
He knew that staying here would definitely die, he couldn't watch her die.
Han Shaoling didn't know what happened to him. He only knew that if it were usual, even if the goddess of the Nine Heavens came down to him, it wouldn't make him so distraught.
You Wuming laughed cruelly: "Why is it so troublesome, if you die, can the marriage contract and the concentric contract be lifted on your own. Is there a way to talk nonsense here, it is better to hurry to die."
Seeing that the madman couldn't make sense, Han Shaoling stared at Sang Yuan: "Follow me, okay?"
The tone is full of prayers.
Sang smiled far away and spit out softly: "Not good."
You Wuming is no longer verbose with him, pulling the reins and turning around to return to the army.
Han Shaoling returned with disappointment. He didn't even notice that the woman in her arms was heartbroken.
Youjun began to board the city.
"Wailing", here we go.
The whole Great Wall began to shake like an earthquake under the impact of the Wraiths.
The sound of ‘buzz’ keeps coming.
Faced with such an offensive, even madmen such as Yuming Wu dare not dare to entrust them. He stopped under the gate of the city, guarding his own soldiers next to him, and his Youzhou army first climbed the wall, fighting with the demons.
The casualties must be tragic.
But it is not meaningless, because even if you withdraw from the inner Great Wall, you must face this wave of ‘tail whistle’.
It's just that the inner Great Wall has sufficient supplies, strong bows and crossbows, fire oil, and catapults. There is nothing here, only a section of the city wall occupied by the underworld, and its own flesh and blood.
Sang Yuan's heart trembled slightly. She tried her best to endure, but her eyes were still wet.
You Wu Ming is very quiet. He stretched out his arms around her, without any scruples in front of the army, put her head in his arms and rubbed her forehead with her chin.
His heartbeat is still steady. The body was stained with blood, and wiped her face and nose bridge. At this moment, no one will pay attention to these things outside the body. The fate of everyone is tightly woven together. Everyone is a close comrade.
Finally someone came to report: "Master, the Baizhang Wall has been successfully won!"
"Good." You Wuming stood up.
Sang couldn't help but think of the scene when he first heard this person's voice. At that time, she was lying like wood, and heard the sound of mellow laziness in the blood-stained jade jade. The tail seemed to have a little smile.
He said, okay.
Climbing up the wall, Sang held his breath far away unconsciously.
The shocking scene in front of me couldn't be described in words at all.
The demons originally rolled up like waves, rising more and more under the city walls, climbing up on similar bodies, and at the moment, they have turned into tsunamis.
The huge wave of flesh and blood that was almost as high as the Black Iron Great Wall was tumbling and hit the city wall. Countless ghosts were wrapped in this great force and leaped directly over the Great Wall and fell towards the buffer zone.
The entire sky has become a dull blood.
In this tsunami, Youjun is like an ant ball in the river, reunited tightly, relying on each other to find a ray of life. Every moment, the most powerful warrior falls with the Underworld.
They crashed against the temporarily built black iron defense layer, and the indestructible black iron also made a crumbling giggling sound.
There is a defense that is about to be washed down.
Youmei jumped up and fell lightly towards that place.
The black knife came out of the sheath, with an extinct blue light, breaking through the darkness, swaying for more than ten feet, and twisting the huge wave of blood and meat that hit head to head into debris.
He grabbed the black iron shelf with one hand, and swept it gently, and then swept farther.
The pressure on the defending army suddenly diminished, and a roar of excitement uttered.
Sniffing his nose for a short time, his head raised high. Sang patted it from afar, and said, "Your master, it's really amazing!"
It turned back around his head and rubbed her palm intimately with her wet nose.
There was a veteran who retired from the wound and smiled: "The hardest time has not yet arrived. The prince is not a god, after all, it takes so much time, it will last for at least half a day, when the "resurgence" is really dangerous."
Sang nodded his head gently.
Underworld will return to Underworld. When they retreat, the tide attacking the inner Great Wall in front will pass through the outer Great Wall, and then they will be inside and outside, and this is where the two huge waves meet.
I only hope that the King of Sangzhou will be faster, and the "resurgence" will be slower.
Sang is far from certain. The Youyou Ming in the book did not withdraw north with Han Shaoling, but relied on the Great Wall to stand still and survived.
There is no process in this battle, only the ending.
The end is a lifeless death, this army is almost completely annihilated.
She looked around and looked at these living people. They are young, strong and self-cultivating, and they all have flames in their eyes, and they have tried their best to fight with the demons.
She remembered what she was like before you set off. He said to them lazily, if you can live, don't die.
Don't die if you can live.
She took a deep breath and jumped to the ground, picking up a knife that had lost her master from the ground.
It started cold and heavy, the knife handle was sticky, and I wondered whether it was human blood or magic blood.
She held the knife handle with both hands and dragged it off the ground.
If you can do it, you can do it.
The black iron defensive frame is in the form of a net, densely covered with demons climbing up, like a bunch of grapes falling.
Sang picked up the knife from afar, pierced his feet, and stabbed him out of the net.
‘Pooh—’
The feeling that the blade of the knife pierced the demon's body was beyond words.
Blood splattered, she narrowed her eyes and pushed hard to the outside.
A Wraith fell in misery.
Sang retracted the long knife from afar, panting heavily, unable to resist a low laugh. Tears fell while laughing.
Some hands patted her shoulder heavily.
She thought it was lifeless and turned around, but she was a completely strange soldier.
He threw a thumbs up at her.
She nodded and continued to turn around to deal with those demons that climbed to the black iron defense.
"Beware of their tongues!" She crossed the blade diagonally and stopped her.
Sang looked away from his head, another strange face.
"Thank you!"
At this moment, she had forgotten that You Wuming was a madman, and she also forgot the bad reputation of the Youzhou Army. She only knew that the people on the left and right were comrades who could entrust their backs, and she would do her best to stop others The attack came from behind.
If it is a flat battlefield, a weak chicken like Sang Yuan will definitely not live for half a minute. Fortunately, there is a black iron defense frame. As long as you avoid the long tongue that comes in, you will not be hurt.
Such an environment narrows the gap between those with high cultivation and those with low cultivation to the greatest extent possible, so that people like Sang Yuan can also make a small contribution.
You Wuming still floats on top of the black iron defensive frame, from time to time like a big butterfly, swept out a group of mad demons, and flew back.
Lingyao...
Sang rubbed his sore arm from afar, and smiled bitterly.
This gap is not so big!
There was a trembling noise.
Sang Yuan was slightly shocked in his heart and looked around.
It wasn't that Hades came, but it was Han Shaoling who brought them back!
Tens of thousands of people boarded the city wall, relying on the security zone cleared by the Youjun, they quickly expanded the security zone and stabilized their steps.
After the battle was settled, Han Shaoling approached the beast.
At this time, no one would care about the grudges and hatred. It is obviously harmless for Hanzhou Army to defend together.
Sang Yuan was quite surprised in his heart, smiling unconsciously on the blood-stained little face.
Han Shaoling once again felt his heart hit hard.
Such a weak woman, carrying such a large knife with difficulty, sweat flowed across her cheeks, and her eyes were extremely bright.
The small pear vortex on the corner of the lips seemed to contain honey, drowning the dead.
Like a lost puppet, he walked towards her.
I saw a black shadow swept like a butterfly, and the green mandrel flashed away, forcing Han Shaoling back seven or eight steps.
You Wuming is back.
He grabbed the little figure and put the little figure in his arms.
The tone is full of disgust: "Aren't you saying that the beauty is cool and sweatless, you stink."
Sang looked up at him from afar, and saw that his temple hair was really clean and there was no drop of sweat.
She bent her eyes and smiled: "So you are a beauty."
Youming: "..."