Return of the God of War: The Vest Boss is A and Sassy

Coupled with the news of the death of the God of War, all over the Xia Kingdom, at this moment, the morale of the frontier army is low.

Yan Yihan can set off and go to Jiangnan New Town.

On the other side, the frontier army was retreating.

King Beiliang stood in front of the army, and he did not leave until everyone retreated.

forest.

Admiral Max looked at the identity of King Bei Liang and stopped chasing, "Don't confront him head-on. No one in the coalition is his opponent."

This general reminded him of Gong Jiannan.

The super expert who entered the Western Continent alone, seven in and seven out.

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It is early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, but the frontier is in the midst of severe winter.

Cold, so cold.

All the soldiers felt very cold.

five days.

This is already the seventieth battle.

The Thirty-six-Nation Allied Forces gave them wrong information from the very beginning. They thought there were only a hundred thousand people, but unexpectedly, three million people came.

If it were other generals, the limit would be hundreds of thousands in a short period of time. Unlike Max, he has a huge appeal in the West.

That's why it was possible to gather three million people with lightning speed.

As for the frontier battle, the senior officials of the Xia Kingdom did not care, and everyone regarded it as an ordinary battle.

No one would think that the Western Continent would really attack with the strength of the entire continent.

Yecheng, which is located in the northern frontier fortress, is now covered with dead trees, and the city is covered by thick snow. Only Qinseguxun is left, whining and saying goodbye.

At the gate of the city, coffins were lined up, and soldiers with blood on their bodies and wounds on their heads carried them inside.

At the same time, their names are written on each coffin, as well as their heroic deeds, where they came from.

However, there are too many people, and most of them can only be buried in this icy and snowy Zhenbei ancient city, Yecheng.

They killed too many people in this battle.

After the 70th battle, even a powerful king like Bei Liang was seriously injured.

The other three heavenly kings, and the red-clothed commander of the Holy Sect, are also wounded and disabled.

At the gate of the city, every soldier who died in battle, King Zhennan will read his name.

"Xue Xiaodong, twenty-five years old, battalion commander of the War Department, died in the first line of defense in the northern border. Before he died, he killed three enemies of the same realm, and was nailed to the ground by the enemy."

boom!

Soon, another coffin entered the city.

Everyone was expressionless, as if they were used to this kind of life.

"Jiang Han, seventeen years old, a soldier of the Holy Sect, died in the third line of defense in the north. Before he died, his shoulders were torn to pieces by the enemy's palm, and he didn't have time to kill the enemy."

"Li Kangyuan, 19 years old, soldier of the war department, died in the second line of defense in the north. Before his death, he died tragically protecting his comrades because he charged too fast."

"He Jun, thirty-eight years old, head of the 998th Division of the War Department, the head of the third regiment, died in the fourth line of defense in the north, and died in the battle to protect the army's evacuation."

"Wang Bowu, 73 years old, veteran of the war department, once served as the commander of the 226 division, died in the fifth line of defense in the north, and perished with many enemies before his death."

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In all directions of the ancient city of Ye, every coffin that entered the city had someone reminiscing about their past.

Everyone is depressed.

All were silent.

His Highness the God of War is dead, and on the opposite side is a peerless general, Admiral Max, who is rarely seen in the West Continent for thousands of years.

Even the old general Liu Han did not care about the characters, they could not stop such an offensive at all.

city ​​head,

Night is getting up.

In the middle of the night, the enemy will not attack.

The high-level officials of the Holy Gate are all sitting at the top of the city, and no one dares to take it lightly.

Even if they knew that the enemy would not attack at night, they did not dare to be careless.

This is already the sixth line of defense.

If they retreated again, the coalition forces invaded the interior, and at that time there was no way to defend them.

A moonless night.

Stars dot the sky.

Everyone's faces were full of tiredness.

King Beiliang nibbled on a hard and dry bun, and patted Junze on the shoulder, "Is there any wine?"

Jun Ze shook his head with a wry smile, "The wine has been distributed to the brothers, I really want to drink, go and kill him."

"Hahahahaha!"

There was a miserable wry smile from the people on the city wall.

"You could have escaped the catastrophe." King Beiliang smiled, barely supporting his body and looking at him.

Jun Ze shook the sword in his hands and smiled bitterly, "How can I leave my brothers at ease in such a war? I'll be here soon after you left."

Then he looked at Murong Yan next to him, "Look, she's not yet. When she came, she didn't tell Han Junan, did she?"

Murong Yan shook his head, "I don't want him to know the cruelty of this battle. His Highness the God of War is not here, what would it look like if the red-robed commander of the Holy Sect didn't come."

"It's just a pity that so many brothers died in battle."

The crowd sighed.

In just a few days, more than 70 battles!

Too many people died.

On the city wall, everyone turned away one after another, tears were dripping, corpses were everywhere, and acquaintances were everywhere.

The brother who was frolicking beside you one second will be gone the next.

such a pity!

The sky began to snow again. There were tens of thousands of coffins, and the snow was flying. The soldiers in Yecheng sat in the snow and looked into the distance speechlessly.

"Tomorrow, if the support doesn't come, I may not be able to take care of everyone."

After a long silence, King Beiliang suddenly spoke up!

Murong Yan looked at him admiringly, "No matter what, this is the last line of defense, and no one wants to break through Shangyong City."

Jun Ze looked distressed.

Seventy-two battles, each of which was dragged to the end by him, and the army was cut off. If it weren't for his monstrous strength, the hundreds of thousands of them would have been eaten up by Max's troops.

Although King Beiliang was powerful, he was facing three million people after all. On the battlefield, the Allied Forces of the Thirty-six Nations in the Western Continent joined forces to besiege him.

The opponent's wheel battle is too terrifying.

So many battles down.

Even he was seriously injured and couldn't support it at all.

Jun Ze touched his shoulder, "Brother, do you think His Highness the God of War is still alive?"

Everyone looked at King Beiliang, expecting answers from his mouth.

As the backbone of the battlefield, his words can undoubtedly make everyone feel firm!

"Alive."

King Beiliang spoke indifferently.

In just two words, there was a sound of mountains and tsunamis.

Murong Yan burst into tears.

He squeezed out a sincere smile.

"As long as His Highness the God of War is still alive, even if we all die, there is still hope for the Xia Kingdom. It is absolutely impossible for the Allied Forces of the Thirty-six Nations in the Western Continent to destroy us."

A snowflake, taking advantage of the light of the starry sky, floated on her face, extremely beautiful, everyone was stunned.

Murong Yan is so beautiful.

"You are so beautiful, Murong Yan."

Around, someone couldn't help but speak.

Murong Yan smiled,

"Before I die in battle, I will sing a song to everyone, the song of our Xia Kingdom."