Allure of the World - Chapter 333

    These people pounce on everyone like beasts, whether men, women or children, if they are caught by them, they will be torn apart.

    The soldiers of Daxing rushed up, and some of the soldiers who had just enlisted were frightened by the half body still in front of them and cried.

    The people of the Western Zhou Dynasty are slaughtering the people in the city in the most savage way. The massacre is a kind of psychological warfare. They use this **** method to shock the opponent, and try to make the opponent feel scared when they hear their name.

    Syracuse, this beautiful city, just stood up from the last round of massacres, and is about to suffer such heavy losses.

      There are two or three women, and they are still reaching out for women who are running for their lives!

    The officers and soldiers of Syracuse are no match for them.

    The brutality of the enemy irritated everyone, making their eyes split, no one spoke, and no one fled. Just want to rush up and kill them!

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

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

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

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

    The archer just drew the bow and loaded the arrow, and before it could be fired, the enemy had already jumped up to grab the bow and arrow, and they were as agile as apes.

    Soon, Ling Chen’s wolf team quickly entered Xuecheng and fought with the men in black.

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

    At present, the enemy is not commanded by anyone. They have formed a united front in a tacit understanding, covering and supporting each other.

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

    “There is still a fierce battle above.” Ling Chen whispered.

    He led everyone forward with their swords. At this time, no one thought of life and death, and no one thought of what would happen ahead.

    More and more red is left from above. This is a high road and a low road. Go straight ahead and you will find the snow mountain. Blood flowed down, like a dark red silk cloth slowly unfolding under their feet. More and more stumps, broken arms, corpses, heads…

    Everyone tightened their faces, took a deep breath, and clenched the handle of the knife around their waists.

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

    Qingyun pulled out his hand. She is no longer afraid of these.

    In front of her lies the corpse of a young soldier. There is no place below his waist, his face is bluish white, his eyes are open, and he is looking at the distant sky.

    The blood on his body seemed to be drained, and there was a thick pool of almost black blood on the bottom of his body.

    Qing Yun squatted down and stroked his cold eyes. She finally cried.

    This is not weakness, but distress. There are some feelings that can only be understood by personal experience.

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

    Come on then, Qingyun thought while walking.

    Going further, I saw a group of cavalry circling around some people like crazy.

    One after another blue light rose into the air from time to time, and circles of people from the Western Zhou Dynasty were overturned in the air and fell down with howling.

    More and more people from the Western Zhou Dynasty poured down from above. Cavalry infantry, scurrying around in the snow city.

    Seeing the piles of bodies of Daxing soldiers lying here, Qingyun began to wonder why he didn’t see many Huo Jingyun’s people, it turned out that most of them had already died in battle.

    Qingyun took out the soybean beads and was still around the group of people.

    Some cavalry fell with a bang. The staff was chaotic just now, and Qingyun didn’t use poison, for fear of accidentally hurting his own people.

    The people of the Western Zhou Dynasty responded, “Wow wow” a few strange sounds, and immediately someone surrounded Qingyun and them.

    Qingyun threw a bomb, and in the sound of the explosion, the movements of the Western Zhou people slowed down.

    Qingyun rushed into the encirclement, and saw that the three people surrounded by them were Huo Jingyun, Zhang Shan and Chen Zhou.

    The three stood back to back in the middle.

    Huo Jingyun’s white shirt has turned red. I don’t know if it’s my own blood or the blood of my enemy.

    He was pale, his face was splashed with blood, his eyes were gloomy, and his mouth was tightly pursed. The black blunt sword carried a low dragon roar every time. There were only three of them, but the enemy couldn’t get close to him.

    But with his staggering steps, Qingyun knew that he was injured.

    Qingyun rushed in and handed each of 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 also ate it.

    In Qingyun’s subconscious, he regards them as his own. Now we must deal with the Western Zhou people in unison.

    Although the battle between Huo Jingyun and Ling Chen was in full swing, he could not wait to kill each other immediately. Although she was Ling Chen’s lover, she never thought of letting Huo Jingyun die.

    Huo Jingyun smiled when he saw Qingyun, but when he saw Ling Chen behind him, his face became gloomy again.

    The people from the Wolves and Tsing Yitang gradually rushed up, but they were quickly dispersed by the people of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

      His hair showed a nose and a pair of murderous eyes.

    The more Ling Chen walked up, the more his heart sank, he swung his sword to kill a Western Zhou man who jumped over, watching more and more Western Zhou people swarming above, Ling Chen understood, Xuecheng has fallen.

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

    Ling Chen said: “Let’s withdraw first. If we don’t withdraw, these people will all be here.”

    Qing Yun nodded, she also saw that Xuecheng had fallen. At present, these people can’t change the ending.

    Huo Jingyun didn’t want to leave, all his soldiers in Xuecheng had already died.

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

    Ling Chen turned around and looked at Qingyun, “Go!”

    Qingyun nodded.

    Huo Jingyun’s eyes were red, Zhang Shan and Chen Zhou didn’t go away when they pulled him, his blunt sword was mechanically waving.

    The smell of blood permeates the dead ruins. The piled up corpses were hideous and terrifying, and the strong breath made one almost suffocate.

    The few remaining Daxing warriors have forgotten their love for life, their parents who are looking forward to their return home, and their wives who are gradually withering away.

    They are already roaring like beasts, and they will perish with the enemy.

    Huo Jingyun is in this state.

    A large black cavalry rushed over from a distance.

    Qingyun yelled at Huo Jingyun: “What’s the use of you? You can’t save anyone! You can’t save Xuecheng! Let’s go, get out of here! Xuecheng won’t really be destroyed by them. Taken!”

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

    The enemy behind is chasing closer.