Chapter 1354: Counterattack start 2

What should I do now? They had no way before, and there was no retreat afterwards.
The whole situation has formed a dumpling by the North.
Gritted teeth, Jinmu, water and soil four holy, watching the soldiers of the moon come flying.
Getting closer and closer, the face is almost indistinguishable.
"Come to people, pass on orders, the team will change to the former team, meet the northern animal husbandry, no matter what, do not let the North animal husbandry come over, the offender, hehe."
The impetuous command sounds from the mouth of Mu Sheng, bringing the last madness.
However, at the same time as the wooden sacred order, he was prepared to transfer half of the troops to deal with the northern pastoral horses who came to help.
The city of Aoyun, which has been closed to the city gate and has been exhausted, has been on the wall.
Suddenly three cannons, huge noises, earth-shattering.
Accompanied by these three cannons.
The sturdy defending soldiers on the wall suddenly looked down.
Instead, the spirit is full, murderous, and the soldiers who have already prepared for it are quickly replaced.
The sharp arrow is against the sacred horses of the upper and lower sieges.
The black is under the sky Jinyang, showing a different murderous Sensen.
Although it is just a small change.
However, the lower four islands of Qidao are all in one, and the spirit is not the same.
That is not just the wilting and because it can only resist, so it can only resist desperately.
Instead, it is full of confidence and determination to win.
The four holy brows of the island are all wrinkled.
When the Northern Shepherd came, I thought they would really be able to win, hehe.
This word has fallen.
In front of them, it was always closed. They attacked for five days and five nights, long winds, and did not attack the Aoyun Guodu Gate, which opened.
The turrets of the islands and the gold of the Houjin, which are not waiting outside the city, reacted and rushed forward.
Under the opened city gate, the soldiers and horses are flying out.
But see, the leader is in a silver armor, the black hair is flying in the wind, with a cold and cold.
That high and cold, cool and swaying, just soaring out, no movement, but as if the of war was born, the world is on the verge.
The proud son of the prince is alone in the night, and the whole world is cold and noble, and no one is better than him.