Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 922 Heavy casualties
Jiang Mo came outside the palace. Under the steps, there was a mass of soldiers, and they exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

Samuelson led the rebel army and attacked the Baiyi Dynasty. After breaking the city, he did not know how many Li people were killed.

Among them, there must be relatives of these soldiers.

At this moment, they only want to break through the terrace, kill their enemies, and take revenge!
At this time, the king of Baiyi, Keynes, was standing on the steps, with a look of grief on his face.

"My people, Samuelson's rebels, killed my compatriots and destroyed our country. Today, we will launch a general attack on the rebels on Terrace! Kill the scum of Samuelson!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Outside the palace, hundreds of thousands of warriors raised their swords and guns high, making the earth-shattering sound of Han killing.

It made the clouds in the sky seem to be scattered.

At this time, when the morale was at its peak, Keynes waved his hand, and the armored torrent moved towards the terrace.

The monks whose strength has reached the realm of the Martial Emperor all walk in the air. There are also tens of thousands of monks above the sky. This is the core strength of the Baiyi Dynasty.

As for the monks who have reached the realm of Martial Saints, none of them have shown their faces. If everyone can't see them, it doesn't mean that they are not there.

In this decisive battle, I am afraid that even a strong martial artist will not be able to survive alone.

"If there is an emergency, please help me." Cairns came to Jiang Mo and said.

"Don't worry, King Baiyi, I will never stand by. After all, there are things I need in the terrace." Jiang Mo nodded.

After Keynes finished speaking, he also took a look at Huang Buqun, who gave him a very sharp feeling, like a sword.

The army set out, mighty and mighty, and headed towards the terrace.

At this time, in a large hall on the terrace, a red-haired man was sitting on top of the head, with gloomy eyes.

"My lord, according to the spies' report, Keynes has led the army to the terrace." A general bowed and said.

That red-haired man was the rebel leader, Samuelson.

His fiery red hair was dancing with the wind. He grabbed the general by the collar and said, "That coward Keynes, how could he have the courage to launch a decisive battle?" Samuelson said coldly.

"It is said that in the palace, he invited two helpers, so he dared to launch a decisive battle." The general gasped a little.

"Haha, helper? The Baiyi Dynasty is already on the verge of collapse, what kind of helper can we invite?" Samuelson laughed wildly, and said to the general: "Go, give me an order, all the soldiers must gather, if Cairns A decisive battle is really going to be launched this time. Then, let him stay on this terrace completely."

"As ordered."

Two terrifying forces were about to collide, and there was an oppressive atmosphere in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

Looking at the mighty armored torrent like a long dragon, Jiang Mo couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Every time there is a war, countless families are torn apart.

Countless lives would be lost.

And those who lost their lives were often low-level people, and truly powerful monks generally had means to save their lives unless they encountered a certain death situation.

A towering pavilion gradually comes into view, which is the terrace.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Below, there was another earth-shattering roar, the iron armor was thick, and the swords and guns were like forests.

When this large army approached the city, the rebels on the terrace seemed to have already prepared.

But so what?

Sooner or later it will be a fight to the death!

"My people, the rebel army is right in front of our eyes, break through their walls, and let them wash away their hatred with blood!" The deep roar of the Baiyi King echoed in the air. go.

At this moment, the earth trembled, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Jiang Mo, Huang Buqun, and the martial sages of the Baiyi Dynasty did not act. If they act now, the soldiers below will definitely be affected, which is something neither side wants to see.

On the side of the Baiyi Dynasty, they climbed the ladder and attacked the city wall.

At the gate of the city, someone was carrying a huge log and hit the gate, making a muffled rumbling sound.

On the city tower, the rebel guards pushed down huge boulders from top to bottom, killing countless soldiers.

Hot oil was poured from above. At this moment, countless soldiers were scalded to death, rolled down from the ladder, and died on the spot.

However, these armored soldiers seemed to be brave and fearless. In order to revenge, to defend their homeland, and to defeat the rebels, they rushed to the tower one wave after another.

Gradually, a gap in the city tower was opened, and the soldiers from both sides fought together and began hand-to-hand combat.

More and more soldiers rushed to the tower, killing countless rebels.

Gradually, monks of the Martial Emperor realm began to fight each other. They fought in the air, and the powerful aftermath of the battle rushed out, making a loud rumbling noise.

Cultivators continued to fall, falling from the clouds, causing casualties on both sides.

Since the rebels were able to become popular and break through several cities, they naturally have their own advantages.

The battle between the two sides was extremely anxious, and the blood gradually stained the ground red, making the ground look like a river of blood

The corpses were piled up together, like mountains of flesh, with severed arms, hands and feet scattered everywhere.

On the rebel side, the enemy's ears were used to calculate the military exploits. Therefore, whenever a soldier here was defeated, his ears would be cut off cruelly.

The tragic shouts, mixed with the strong and pungent bloody smell, made people with a bad mood want to vomit on the spot.

More and more people are dying, both sides are dying, the Baiyi king can't sit still, if this consumption continues, even if his side can win, then the national power will be greatly reduced.

At that time, other forces will take advantage of the situation, and the Baiyi Dynasty will be completely destroyed.

It wasn't just King Baiyi who was nervous, the leader of the rebel army, Samuelson, obviously didn't expect that the fight would be so fierce.

According to his prediction, soon, Keynes will be beaten to the ground and run away.

Obviously, Samuelson underestimated the determination of this vengeful army.

"It's not an option to go on like this. Both sides will definitely suffer heavy casualties." A military adviser beside Samuelson reminded.

Samuelson glanced at this person and said, "This king also sees that this is not the way to go. You should be careful."

The military adviser rolled his eyes and whispered to Samuelson, "My lord, I have a plan here, which can reduce the damage of both sides and determine the outcome."

After the strategist finished talking about the strategy, Samuelson's eyes lit up, as if the plan was feasible.

(End of this chapter)