Chapter 423: Jiangbeiyin

Rolling along the Qitang River, the exhausted army of half a million, like a group of lonely ghosts, looked desperately at the red light of the river.
The battleship is their only hope of escape!
But at this time, they were burned clean, and at the same time their inner will was burned to ashes.
Without a boat, what should we do?
In the heavy cavalry team by the river, the leader of the young general smiled, and he sighed in relief without a trace, and said to himself: "Fortunately, it is right, otherwise the lord should be looked down upon again!"
He quickly changed his serious face, and pointed his finger at the hesitant army of 500,000: "Zhao Lang in Seven Star City is here. Kneel down and don't kill or disarm or kill!"
"Kneel and don't kill! Disarm and don't kill!"
Ten thousand heavy riders, repeating the above words in unison, the sound of majestic killing shook Qitang River water for a while.
"Don't listen to him! You must die after disarming, it is better to give it a go!"
"The other party only has 10,000 horses, we don't have to be afraid at all!"
Li Yin was anxious, disheveled, arrogant like him, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone!
He saw the word shake in the eyes of those soldiers!
People in Jiangnan, home in Jiangbei!
As long as you surrender, you can save your life. Who can refuse this temptation?
The soldiers looked at each other, their hands gradually weakened.
They also want to fight to the death, but what is the use even if they win?
After all, the ship is gone!
What's more, they were already exhausted in the battle today, and the victory or defeat against these vigorous Seven Star City army is still unknown.
Zhao Lang's mouth suddenly hung up with a malicious smile. He recalled the story of "being embarrassed on all sides" that Li Shi had told many generals, and he couldn't help but make a plan.
A sad song came slowly from the army of Seven Star City.
The five-nation coalition forces were stunned, and someone suddenly said, "It's the ballad of the Principality of Zonghan..."
Then, the people from the seven-star city turned into a local music radio station, and they broadcasted the hometown songs of the five countries.
On the battlefield, suddenly fell into heavy and sad.
The five-nation coalition army looked back around his body, his nose sour.
Millions of troops crossed the river in the early morning, but in the evening they were all killed and wounded, and there were not half of them left.
They couldn't help asking themselves: What is the point of continuing to resist and losing their lives in vain?
No matter how much I miss my hometown, I can't suppress it.
"Dangling—"
With the sound of a spear landing, one of the soldiers finally couldn't help feeling sad. He dropped his weapon and knelt to the ground and wept silently.
"Asshole! What are you doing?!"
Li Yin rushed to the vicinity of the soldier and pushed the spear back into the soldier's hand.
"Take it! I order you to take it! Continue fighting for Lao Tzu!"
"Dangdang" "Dangdang" "Dangdang"
Li Yin looked back in despair, and more and more soldiers chose to drop their weapons.
Strong hostility flashed through his eyes, and he drew out the sword around his waist, and he was about to chop the soldiers!
But the right hand was firmly grasped by a pair of powerful arms and could not move.
Zeng Tuojiang had a look of iron and blood, with a strong shock and warning: "His Royal Highness! You are crazy! They are your subordinates!"
"Fart! They have knelt down for Li Shi! Then they will die!
You let me go! "
Li Yin had fallen into madness, even some hysteria, and couldn't hear Zeng Tuojiang's words.
Zeng Tuojiang shook his head disappointedly, but his hands were firmly holding Li Yin, preventing him from moving.