Crazy, rushing toward the gap.

If you rush out, you can escape to the sky. If you can't get out, you will only die here.

This is a kind of despair, but it is a kind of madness, a kind of madness that can exert the full power of the human body.

Desperate, desperately desperate.

The kind of death that is not your death is the last murder of my life.

The momentum is amazing, and the tens of thousands of squatting island soldiers in the district, the murderous ones that have never returned, make people chill.

And behind them, the gold horses of the post have not kept up.

In such an encirclement.

They have no such heart, speed, and persistence.

The sound of the drums came and came round.

It is an enemy in all directions.

"Surrender, we surrender..."

The post-Golden soldiers who couldn't keep up with the power of the island, crashed in the sound of the drums. In these thousands of soldiers and horses, they stopped their attack and escape.

Bing Mahehe, Xue Shenguo, proud cloud country, northern shepherd horse, surrounded by.

The sky is green and the sky is innocent.

Thousands of soldiers and horses surrounded the soldiers who surrendered.

On the other hand, I don’t know if it’s the last crazy killing of the Islanders.

It’s still a loophole.

After a brief contact and defense.

The local horse did not suppress the rushing horses and horses.

The four holy sacred islands with their own soldiers from the island, killing the encirclement.

However, such a battle did not allow Beimu, Aoyun, and Xuesheng to go to the direction of the four islands of the island and the horses.

Even the pursuit is just a symbolic pursuit.

Just let them go.

Yes, let them go.

Grass leaves Qingbi, with the deep dark green of autumn.

A round of red days illuminates the Kyushu Mountains and Rivers.

Run, run fast, run fast, see the road and rush, see the mountain.

The four holy sacred islands with the last sacred island directly belong to the terracotta warriors and horses in the mountains.

Turned over the mountain and walked across the bridge.

I have never escaped, never been awkward.

The sky is red and the sun is shining, and the soldiers on the ground are struggling.

Along the way, I turned a few mountains and entered a very lush mountain foot.