Chapter 299: Double knife

"How many people can you kill, three hundred? Five hundred? Or one thousand?" Chen Hu exclaimed angrily as he looked at the woman who was holding a gun through the Los Angeles army. At this moment, Chen Hu had shaved his head and his armor was shattered. He tried several times to stop Sagong Qianluo, and almost died under the spear.
Sikong Qianluo leaped slightly and kicked a soldier who charged up. She looked at Chen Hu, her eyes calm: "You can see that I don't want to kill."
Chen Hu sneered: "On the battlefield, no one will be kind because of the other's kindness."
"Then I will kill you." Sikong Qianluo's figure flashed, and the spear shot straight down.
Chen Hu waved his long knife to block, and was crushed into the soil. He smiled sadly and said, "No, it's too late for you."
Sikong Qianluo put away the spear, she felt the ground tremble gently, and the Luocheng soldiers who had killed the red eye stopped. They turned their heads abruptly, and a group of people was rushing towards this side.
Supporting Los Angeles Army.
Sikong Qianluo frowned, because more than a thousand people were newly aided, but a whole three thousand people.
The headed soldier was extremely burly, with a scar on his face spanning the entire face, looking very vicious. He looked at Chen Hu, who was quite embarrassed, and said mockingly: "I thought your soldiers were so serious. I thought they met the army of Nan Jue. It turned out that it was a little girl who took your wind Has the camp been destroyed like this?"
Chen Hu ignored his mockery and wiped the blood on his face: "Yao Junde, don't underestimate her."
"How strong can a person be?" Yao Junde touched his chin, "but she is a pretty young girl. It's a pity. Let's run over."
Sikong Qianluo's expression remained unchanged, still standing there firmly with his gun. It was just opposite her. At this moment, there were a total of 3,700 well-equipped soldiers standing instead of just the 1,000. These are two completely different concepts. This time, Sikong Qianluo will definitely die.
"It's a pity." Chen Hu sighed, and several times escaped from the gun of Sagong Qianluo, naturally knowing that the other party deliberately kept his hand, but now, even if he wants to let Sagong Qianluo go, he can't do it. .
Yao Junde looked at the exquisite silver moon gun interestingly, and curiously said: "What does she mean, does she want to fight three thousand of us alone? Not to run? I like my opponent to run away in fright, Run over her, then watched her die with wide eyes in horror. It's not good to be so proud."
"The whole army lined up." Yao Junde put away his lazy expression and yelled angrily.
Three thousand soldiers tapped the weapons in their hands at the same time to show their response.
"Chong..." Yao Junde said slowly.
"Wait!" Chen Hu suddenly interrupted loudly.
Yao Junde said displeased: "What's the matter?"
"Listen." Chen Hu frowned slightly, "Is there a sound."
The audience was silent, and everyone could feel the ground shaking gently.
"There is an army approaching." Chen Hu made his conclusion.
"Three thousand or four thousand?" Yao Junde whispered.
"Maybe more." Chen Hu said worriedly.
In the distance, the team of uninvited guests finally slowly revealed their true face.
Chen Hu took a few steps back: "It's... it's them."
The sound of horseshoes sounded like waves, as if the whole ground was about to be trampled by them, and the sound of iron hoofs shaking the ground was like thunder in the sky. There is only one army in Beili with such power.
Ye Ziying.
There is no four thousand, nor three thousand, only a mere thousand people. But unlike the Los Angeles Army, this is a heavy cavalry. They wear heavy armor and carry double knives. Every time they appear is a nightmare for their enemies! Yao Junde has been in the army for many years, and naturally knows the terrible Ye Ziying, even if the Luocheng army has 3,000 people, he dare not easily confront him.
"What to do?" Chen Hu whispered.
Yao Junde put away his arrogant expression, and said solemnly: "You can't use Ye Ziying's weapons, I can't afford Ye Xiaoying. Ye Ziying is not easy to deal with, let's make peace first. It's all from Beili. The army, how can there be any real reason to fight?"
The thousand people rushed from the flanks, and they were there in a blink of an eye. At the beginning, Yao Junde and Chen Huzheng were desperately thinking about how to make peace with Ye Ziying. They were already sweating, but they soon discovered that there seemed to be something wrong.
Ye Ziying didn't seem to mean to stop!
They want to fight?
"Array, array! Defense!" Yao Junde finally woke up, he drew his long sword and shouted, "They want to rush into the array!"
They wanted to make peace, but Ye Ziying didn't seem to have the intention to sit down and have a good talk, as soon as they came up! Just kill! This is the style of Ye Ziying. It's just that the Luocheng army didn't expect that they would treat the Nanjuan army in this way, as well as the Beili army.
But the Luo City Army was also elite after all, and soon prepared for defense. And the Qianye Character Camp had already rushed to their eyes.
"Broken the formation!" The commander headed angrily yelled at the sky, and a thousand soldiers simultaneously drew out the double knives on their backs and roared violently. This kind of aura was truly astonishing, and several timid Los Angeles soldiers fainted immediately.
Ye Xiaoying commanded Beili Zhongjun and was the first man in the Beili Army. He had more than 100,000 soldiers, but the real Ye Ziying was only a mere 2,000. Those who can become one of these two thousand are all soldiers who have survived the battle, and their murderousness can be equal to a hundred!
"Tear them apart." The commander in charge shouted sharply.
Thousands of people danced wildly with both knives and rushed in, and the defense that looked like golden water was immediately torn open. The dignified Luocheng army was in front of them, like a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Duo commander!" The commander turned his horse's head and rushed towards the front of the Luocheng army alone.
"It's up to you?" Yao Jun Delema turned his head and looked at the commander who rushed forward, swinging a heavy knife in his hand.
Knife up.
Head down.
As soon as Chief Ye Ziying grasped the fallen head, he rode his horse to Sikong Qianluo's side, and shouted, "Return to the formation!"
The Yezi Camp, which had rushed the Luocheng army to the ground, immediately took the sword and retreated, and surrounded the chief thousand commander and Sagong Qianluo.
"You are?" Sikong Qianluo looked at the commander.
"It's your reinforcement." The commander looked cold, and shook the head in his hand. A green figure flew out of the double-sword heavy cavalry, and reached out his hand to take the head.
She is the real commander of Ye Ziying.
Ye Ruoyi took the head of Yao Junde thrown by the commander and turned his horse back. He lifted the head high, exhausted all his true energy, and faced the three thousand Luocheng army, and said only one word.
"Retreat!"