Chapter 115: 115th

"Ahhhhhh—"
Blood ... Screaming ... Broken limbs ...
That's not human at all!
That is clearly a ghost, that is clearly a demon!
"Oh my god, my on the grassland ... there are ghosts, ghosts ..." Zoller glared at the man in front of him, almost uttering in disbelief.
Among the fierce army of Beirong, Zoller is also extremely fierce, otherwise he will not be a thousand commander at a young age, but at this moment, he just wants to pull his legs and escape!
But the wailing sounds that were getting closer and closer, the tangy, gas, like a curse, made Zoller's legs so soft that they were almost like boiled noodles, even turning around to escape .
Who said, who said that Dachen ’s emperor was old and faint, Dachen ’s general was timid, and Dachen ’s army was vulnerable! Who said that this small border city, the North Rong Army only needs three days, it can be easily won!
Not far in front, the black robe general who came by riding was like a of death, and the entire army of Beirong was almost unstoppable!
The man was extremely young, and looked no more than ten years old. His phoenix eyes were thin, his black robe rolled, and he held an extremely long and heavy Xueliang Modao, so he was alone and killed from the city gate of Yaocheng A road ran straight to the North Rong Chinese Army, harvesting human life as if cutting grass. The thick and warm blood dripped slowly along the body of the knife and the fingers between his fingers, like ghosts and charms, like monsters. magic!
"His ..." The dark horse beneath him raised his front hooves high and made a loud hissing sound, and at the same time, the snowy Modao passed across!
Zoller knelt down involuntarily: "General spares! Spare, spare !!"
The black robe general ignored him at all, the knife light drew a sharp arc, and the knife was closed in an instant!
Zoller still didn't understand what was going on, just listening to the "squeaky ..." bitter sounds, and the scarlet Beirong banner flying behind him had fallen to the ground!
General Black Robe held up the bright Modao knife and shouted sharply: "Tianyou Dachen !!"
In the distance above the wall of the distant city, bursts of excited cheering echoed immediately: "General Xiaowei is powerful! General Xiaowei is powerful! Tianyou Dachen! Tianyou Dachen! Tianyou Dachen !!!"
Seeing the dense Beirong cavalry gradually gathered up, the young black-robed general laughed loudly, no longer delayed, and drove the horse back to the city.
Zoller stared blankly at the black robe general and turned back to the city. While breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help being confused.
The black-robed general went out to fight in the city, only to cut off the banner of the Chinese army in Beirong. Although he injured hundreds of soldiers, he did not cause much damage to Beirong, but Zoller knew that such a In the coming years, the military hearts of the Yaocheng soldiers have gradually disintegrated, and they have reunited together. The Prince of North Rong, Aljin, will take the heroic ambitions of Yaocheng in three days, and eventually it will become a mess.
What exactly is going on?
Who is this young general in black robe?
...
Lu Xiao shook off the blood dripping from the Mo Dao, and the horseshoes flew over and rushed into the city gate: "Guan Cheng Men!
"Squeak--" The thick copper nailed oak gate of Yaocheng slowly closed behind him. At the same time, the rain-like white feather arrows rose from high