These people pounced on everyone like wild beasts, whether men, women or children, caught by them, they were torn apart.

Daxing's soldiers rushed up, and a young soldier who had just joined the army was scared to cry by the half of his body still in front of him.

The people of the Western Zhou Dynasty were slaughtering the people in the city in the most barbarous way. The slaughter of the city was a psychological warfare. Using this **** method to deter the opponents, they tried to make their opponents frightened by their names.

Syracuse, this beautiful city, just stood up from the last round of slaughter, and was about to suffer such a heavy blow.

A team of cavalry rushed over, still dressed in black, with thick beards covering most of their faces. These people only grabbed women, and when they grabbed them, they pressed on their horses. Some immediately had two or three women still there. Reaching for the woman who is running for her life!

The officers and soldiers of Syracuse were not their opponents at all.

The enemy's brutality irritated everyone and made them split their eyes. No one spoke, and no one escaped. I just want to rush to kill them!

Xiao Wu sent a signal, and Gu Lin used a slender white sword. He frowned, waving up and down to the front.

Only Zhang Yang and Han Zhitao were beside Ling Chen, and Zhang Yang also sent a signal to summon his own people.

Ling Chen and Qing Yun back to back, Ling Chen used the Canglong sword, and Qing Yun used the Qiushui sword, they blocked the enemy and saved the people of Xuecheng.

The people ran from inside and out, and were killed on the ground.

The archer just drew his bow, and before launching it, the enemy had already leaped to grab the bow and arrow. They were as agile as apes.

Soon, Ling Chen's Wolves quickly entered the Syracuse and battled with the men in black.

At the same time, a pair of men and horses, with short swords and light armor, came in silently. They were from Tsing Yi Tang.

At the moment, the enemy is not commanded by anyone. They have formed a unified front tacitly, covering and supporting each other.

The people in Tsing Yi Tang quickly moved the people out.

On the small road ahead, the snow melted, but the red blood flowing down, like a small red river.

"The above is still fighting fiercely." Ling Chen whispered.

He led everyone with a sword and rushed forward. At this time, no one thought about life and death, and no one thought about what would happen before.

More and more red is left from above. This is a high and low road. Going straight ahead is the snow mountain. The blood flowed down, like a dark red silk cloth slowly spreading under their feet. More and more stumps, corpses, heads...

Everyone tensed their faces, took a deep breath, and squeezed the handle of the knife around their waist.

Ling Chen looked back at Qing Yun, he reached out and shook her cold hand.

Qingyun withdrew his hand. She was not afraid of these for a long time.

There was a corpse of a young soldier lying in front of her. There is no place below his waist, his face is blue and white, his eyes are open, looking towards the distant sky.

The blood on his body seemed to run out, and under his body, there was a thick pool of almost black blood.

Qingyun squatted down and stroked his cold eyes. She finally cried.

This is not fragile, but distressed. There are some feelings, only personal experience will understand.

She hates war, but some wars must exist. The war between the Western Zhou Continent and the Northern Wilderness Continent was destined to be inevitable.

Come on, Qingyun thought while walking.

Going further, I saw a group of cavalry mad around some people.

A round of blue light rose into the air from time to time, and circles of Xizhou people were overturned in the air, howling and falling down.

More and more people from the Western Zhou Dynasty rushed down from above. Cavalry and infantry, scurrying around in Syracuse.

Seeing piles of Daxing soldiers' bodies lying here, Qing Yun began to wonder, why didn't he see so many Huo Jingyun people? It turns out that most of them have died in battle.

Qingyun took out the yellow bean beads and was still on the periphery of the crowd.

Some cavalry fell suddenly. The personnel were in chaos just now, Qingyun did not use poison for fear of accidentally hurting his own people.

Xizhou people reacted, "Wow" a few strange calls, and immediately someone surrounded Qingyun and them.

Qingyun threw a explosive bomb, and Xizhou people's movements slowed down amid the explosion.

Qingyun rushed into the encirclement and saw the three people surrounded by them, they turned out to be Huo Jingyun, Zhang Shan and Chen Zhou.

The three stood in the middle back to back.

Huo Jingyun's white shirt had turned red. I don't know if it is his own blood or the enemy's blood.

His face was pale, his face was splattered with blood, his eyes were gloomy, and his mouth was closed tightly. The black blunt sword carried a deep dragon chant every time. There were only three of them, but the enemy could not get close to him.

But with his staggering footsteps, Qingyun knew he was injured.

Qingyun rushed in and handed them a pill, which was the antidote for her soybean beads.

Huo Jingyun immediately ate it in his mouth. Zhang Shan and Chen Zhou saw that Huo Jingyun ate Qingyun's food without hesitation, and they ate too.

In Qingyun's subconscious mind, he regarded them as his own. Now we must unanimously deal with the Xizhou people.

Although Huo Jingyun and Ling Chen are fighting like a raging fire, they can't wait to kill each other immediately. Although she was Ling Chen's lover, she never thought of letting Huo Jingyun die.

Huo Jingyun saw Qing Yun, his face showed a smile, but he saw Ling Chen behind, his face gloomy again.

People from the Wolves and Tsing Yi Tang gradually rushed up, but they were quickly dispersed by the Western Zhou people.

They roared into the crowd like wild beasts. People in the Western Zhou Dynasty were generally tall and sturdy. The beard on that face was left on purpose or glued. Only a nose and a pair of lush hair were seen on the face. Cruel eyes.

As Ling Chen went up, his heart sank. He swung his sword to kill a Western Zhou who had jumped over. Seeing more and more Western Zhou people flooding from above, Ling Chen understood that Xuecheng had fallen.

He transferred the five-hundred Wolves team, only less than three hundred people were left, and the two thousand people in Qingyun's Qingyi Hall were less than one thousand.

On the mountain in front, a large number of Western Zhou people are still pouring in.

Ling Chen said: "Withdraw first. If you don't withdraw, these people will all be folded here."

Qingyun nodded, and she also saw that Syracuse had fallen. People like them cannot change the ending.

Huo Jingyun didn't want to leave, all his soldiers in Syracuse had died in battle.

The last Syracuse battle was so tragic, this time it was even worse than the last time. More people died.

Ling Chen turned around and looked at Qing Yun, "Go!"

Qingyun nodded.

Huo Jingyun's eyes were red. Zhang Shan and Chen Zhou didn't leave while pulling him, his blunt sword swung mechanically.

The smell of blood permeated the dead ruins. The piled up remains are hideous and terrifying, and the heavy breath makes people almost suffocating.

The few remaining Daxing fighters have forgotten the nostalgia of life, their parents who are looking forward to their return home, and their wives who are gradually withering in their years.

They were already roaring like beasts, and they wanted to die with the evil enemy.

Huo Jingyun is in this state.

Large black cavalry surged in the distance.

Qingyun yelled at Huo Jingyun: "What's the use of you like this? You can't save anyone! Not to mention Syracuse! Go, leave here! Syracuse won't really be taken away by them!"

She and Zhang Shan took Huo Jingyun who was already crazy and ran forward!

The enemies behind are getting closer and closer.