Chapter 293: I would rather die than die (quickly ask for a monthly pass!!)

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"I know that I must die, I am still generous, and I am a hero, but a little Ye family, I dare to fight against my Nanban iron ride, but I don’t know how to live!" Wei Lianyan snorted, his right hand waved, only a few places Above the high point, several messengers waved huge flags in their hands, and the battle flags hunted in the wind.
The 200,000 iron rides were divided into eight teams, and they were copied from the direction of everyone in the direction of Ye Zhantian.
These iron rides are the elite of the South Barbarians. Even the ordinary cavalry is at least five or more. Some centurions are the sixth-order seven-order or even eight-order, while the Wanfu is the first. All are nine-order, and the armor of the body is also made entirely of black black iron. It is very strong. If there is a large number of Lingbao-class weapons on the side of Ye Zhantian and others, the general weapons can't cut into these armor.
"Kill!" Wei Lianyan sighed coldly, causing the flag to fall. The entire Nanban national iron ride was like a flood, and the shock was gone. The long gun in his hand was lifted high.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Nanman’s national iron ride made a deafening shout, and the earth shook. This magnificent momentum, I am afraid that even the master above Tianzun, I am afraid I have to be frightened.
These Nanban national iron rides are well trained, and eight units form a huge square battle.
Seeing the impact of the Nanban National Iron Rider in the distance, Ye Zhantian understood that the South Barbarian State had decided to start.
"My men of the Seibu empire, kill!" Ye Zhantian snorted and looked away. The flag above the mountains in the distance wandered, but he could not see where the commander of Nanman was, if he knew The specific location, killing it, will certainly receive the miraculous effect, but the commander of the South Manchu State, it will be so easy to be known by the exact location?
At this time, if Ye Zhantian rides the gray meditation to leave, it is definitely a great blow to the morale of the dead people below. He must be here and fight with them.
There was a team of iron riders who had already rushed into the refugees. For a moment, the iron ride was like a meat grinder. Countless bodies fell, and many people were instantly torn into two halves by a long gun.
Many refugees spontaneously picked up their own steel knives, rifles and other weapons and rushed toward the iron riders.
Well, their weapons were cut on the cavalry of the South Barbarian, and they could not even leave a dent on the armor of these cavalry.
Oh, their bodies were instantly pierced by rifles and then crushed by black horses.
Wherever the cavalry went, the bodies turned into minced meat.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, I am afraid." Among the chaotic people, the little girl named Yuer shouted in horror, but her voice was drowned by the crowd.
The old man clung to the little girl and looked up. He saw that the iron ride in the distance had already been crushed. Ye Zhantian and others had already fought with the Nanban Guotie. At this time, no one could save them.
The nephew was hit by a beggar, looked up, but saw a wave of refugees coming in, and she and her grandfather rushed away, she cried, wanting to rush to her grandfather, but see the Nanman national iron ride roaring, A long gun pierced her grandfather's chest, blood splashed, and her eyes turned into a bright red.
The refugees are in a mess, but the iron ride of the South Barbarian is still a complete square. It is like a huge machine that efficiently kills everything nearby. Ye Zhantian and others are also struggling. Well, many of them are masters of the seven or eightth order, and they have formed a battle. In the face of so many cavalry, although the damage is heavy, those cavalry will not be able to break their defense for a while.
Ye Zhantian urged the gray meditation in the sky to dive down, and smashed, and instantly ran into hundreds of cavalry.
An ongoing battle began. Because of the fierce resistance of these dead men, the cavalry gave up the strangulation of civilians, but surrounded them all.
This grassland was stained with blood, and the red blood flowed on the ground and slowly penetrated into the earth. The entire sky was full of atmosphere.
Ye Chen rides the Jinyang carving in the sky, and the soul is completely released. After being promoted to the middle of the Tianzun, the soul of Ye Chen is able to cover a range of more than fifty miles. With the tracking of the soul, Ye Chen found some traces of fighting.
There were dead refugees everywhere. They extended all the way to the distance. Ye Chen immediately urged the Jinyang carvings and followed the bodies on the ground and followed them all the way.
Ye Chen couldn't estimate how many people died on the road. In addition to the refugees, there were many iron horses from the South Barbarians and the warriors who died in the Seibu Empire.
The was on a corpse, and the body was pierced by thirteen rifles, but his side was down with hundreds of Nanban national iron rides.
Seeing the appearance of the corpse, Ye Chen’s face was whitish in a moment, and the anger was shot in the eyelids. He recognized it. This corpse is a family of Ye’s heroes, called Ye Zhanlie, on Ye Chen. Also call an uncle.
There were so many rifles in his body that these long guns supported him, so that he stood there, the wind whistling, seemingly low and low.
Father, they did not collect the corpse for him, showing how difficult the situation was at the time.
"Southern lord of the country to expand Hongye, this sea enmity, I wrote down Ye Chen, one day, I want to go to the capital of the South Manchuria, to clear with you!" Ye Chen's arm, the roots of the blue veins exposed, the heart is already Filled with grief and indignation, "Uncle Ye Zhanlie, I will save my father and help you into the land!"
The golden yang eagle whizzed past the sky, and after a while, it disappeared at the end of the sky.
About six hours later, Ye Chen’s soul has entered the Xiling Prairie, where the chaotic battle has entered his sight.
After a long period of scuffle, the iron horse of the South Barbarians has withdrawn from a distance, patrolling far away, ready to attack the next wave.
Ye Zhantian looked around, more than 6,000 dead soldiers, has died more than 2,000, the rest are also exhausted, although they killed more than 5,000 Nanman national iron ride, but behind, Nan Manguo's iron ride is more Up to nearly 200,000!
"I am afraid that it can only support for up to two days. If the Nanban National Iron Ride is engaged in an endless wheel battle, I am afraid that it will not be supported even for one day!" Ye Zhantian frowned, looking far away, only seeing Nanban National Iron Ride, it was again The whole column is a complete square team.
"We Wei Yuanshuai said, respect the heroes, if you are willing to surrender to my southern country, I will be favored by the South." A squad of the South Mandom State shouted loudly.
"I want to let us surrender, there are no doors!" A tall man sank.
"Ning death does not fall!"
The voices of the people have risen and fallen, and the people who are going to descend have already fallen. How can they think of surrendering until now? Can hardly support the present, and still die, and which one is not a good man, holding a determination to die?
Their wives and children, or their parents, have many, many people who died under the iron horse of the South Barbarians. If they are now, they surrender to the South Barbarians. Which ones are worthy of their deceased relatives?
"I am Donglin Yejia, I would rather die than die!"
"I am Donglin Xu family, I would rather die than die!"
Many of the people led by Ye Zhantian are from various martial arts families. The martial arts family members support each other, and they are extremely united. It is even more impossible to leave their own clan and surrender to the South.
Under the command of Ye Zhantian, these dead men formed a round array, and those who were exhausted contracted into it, sitting and taking a rest, and being energetic outside to take up the next wave of offense. Ye Zhantian is ready to fight a long battle with the Nanman National Railway.
"Put the bodies of the Nanban National Cavalry and the bodies of the horses in front!" Ye Zhantian sighed. Under his command, everyone was nervous and busy, and this attack was stopped, they stared at those The cavalry also had the bodies of the horses, and a façade of up to several meters was piled up outside. Such an external wall was able to effectively resist the impact of the cavalry.
"Without two days, I don't want to beat us. Even if we are all dead, we must pull your tens of thousands of cavalry to the bottom!" Ye Zhantian looked at the neat cavalry queue in the distance and looked firm.
Just as Ye Zhantian was preparing for the next wave of attack, his heart suddenly had a strange look. This feeling has a familiarity from the soul. He looks far away and sees the sun shining in the sky. The golden eagle screamed high and quickly flew over here.
"It's Chen Er!" Ye Zhantian's heart, suddenly excited.
"That is?" Seeing Ye Zhantian's excited look, Xu Jian and other family owners also followed Ye Zhantian's gaze, only to see a golden giant statue flying in the distance.
My God, that is the Heavenly Master-class Wicked Golden Buddha!
On the back of the Jinyang carving, there are two figures.
"Ye brother, who is that?" Xu Jian and others have asked, can drive the Tianshi-level monsters like Jinyang, and it is certainly not easy to carry that person. Is it the legendary Ye family ancestor?
"It’s my child Ye Chen!" Ye Zhantian said proudly.
Ye Chen? Is that genius who was accepted as a disciple by Sylphy? It is reasonable to say that Ye Chen’s current cultivation is at most the legendary tenth order. How can he drive the Tianshi-level monster? Everyone was puzzled, but with a strong support, they were still very excited.
After the soul of Ye Chen swept over, they saw the father, the four uncles, and so on. They formed a round array, and a large number of bodies were piled up around them. It was obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle. The queue of the South Barbarian National Cavalry was neat and surrounded them. Further, the black pressure is full of refugees. There are some places where the bodies of refugees are everywhere. It should be the massacre of the Nanban national cavalry!
There are 200,000 Nanman national iron rides!
"Little wing, you go to protect my father! No matter what happens, be sure to protect them safely!" Ye Chen Shen Sheng.
"Well, I will go right away."
Jin Yangjiao flew over Ye Zhantian and others, and the small wing jumped from the back of Jinyang Carving.
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