Being stabbed at the beginning! Summon the net to suppress the world

At this moment, more than 500,000 elite Tianlangs have gathered in the Acropolis.

The Third Prince never thought that there was a traitor inside.

If there was no traitor, even if the Acropolis was broken, the attacking troops of the Tianlang would naturally suffer heavy losses.

Even if they want to provide support, the roads inside are far better than the roads outside.

So it is possible to recapture the city, and they must recapture the city.

Even if they cannot capture the city, they must guard the gate of the city with flesh and blood, and they cannot step into the territory of Dajin.

At this time, Tianlang Khan, in the twilight, stared at the 30,000 Jubei cavalry wandering around, blocking their way out of the city.

If they want to get out, they may have to kill these people.

"Don't know what's good for you."

30,000 people, the number is really too small.

Without the advantage of the terrain, how can they block it for too long?

"King Black Wolf, take 100,000 cavalrymen to surround and kill these ungrateful people. Don't leave any of them behind."

Of course, the Heavenly Wolf Khan couldn't do it himself, so he shouted to a clan king.

And the Black Wolf King led 100,000 cavalrymen to the position of the third prince.

The two sides fought again on the grassland.

The third prince stared at the half-broken Jin flag hanging on the broken city wall in the distance.

He clearly remembered that when he was patrolling three days ago, the city gate guard had drunk border liquor with him, but now they were separated by heaven and earth.

But there was not too much sadness, he had more things to do.

He lightly squeezed the horse's belly and pointed the spear straight.

"Kill! For the Great Jin!"

"For our wives and children! If we leave here.

Then these troops will march straight in, and the entire northern part of the Great Jin will be plunged into war!"

If a military soul unit really appeared inside the Great Jin.

Then the impact on the cities in the northern part of the Great Jin would be almost devastating.

The armies of those cities are simply no match for the Tianlang Army in front of them.

I am afraid that the city will fall in one encounter.

With their combat effectiveness, the massacre of the city may be faster.

More importantly, even if other armies come to encircle and kill, it will take a lot of time.

The speed of the military soul troops of Dajin may not be faster than that of the Tianlang Army.

Then they can only use numbers, which will waste too much time.

They may not have the ability to catch the turtle in the jar.

The entire Northland will be completely reduced to ruins because of their mistake this time.

This is the plan of the Holy Land. Using a Tianlang Army, basically all the troops of Dajin can be transferred.

The third prince naturally understood that blocking here was their only chance of success.

But they were not enough to rely on their numbers, so they could only hope that reinforcements would arrive soon.

"Form a goose feather formation!" The third prince suddenly rode his horse and held his spear, and the blood on his black armor splashed with his movements.

"Today we are the living city wall!"

The 30,000 iron cavalry changed their formation in response, like a black bird spreading its wings to form a diagonal line.

At this moment, those cavalrymen held their long spears straighter than the poplars at the border.

The laughter of the Black Wolf King came with the fishy wind: "The Jin dogs are really good at putting on a show!"

The smoke and dust raised by the 100,000 wolf cavalry covered half of the sky, and the earth wailed under the iron hooves.

The third prince looked straight ahead.

As a prince, why did he come here?

Of course, it was to support a flesh-and-blood city wall for the people of Dajin!

"Kill!"

For a moment, the military spirits of both sides surged, and even the vultures watching the battle were startled and flew away by the oppressive breath.

For a while, the battlefield fought from night to dawn.

Only less than 10,000 of the 30,000 Jubei troops remained, and everyone was injured and looked exhausted.

Under such high-intensity combat, even an iron man could not stand it.

The Black Wolf King did not expect that his troops, with an absolute advantage, would be fought like this.

In front of the Khan, this performance was not good.

And the Jubei troops in front of him seemed to have a strong sense of resistance.

So he spoke up. The Tianlang clan is not only brave, but also cunning:

"If you are waiting for reinforcements, I am afraid you will be disappointed.

If your army of Dajin can come, it would have come long ago, right?

I heard that your Dajin's Sixth Prince became the Crown Prince, in order to eliminate dissidents.

Naturally, you, the Third Prince, who controls the Jubei Army, must be killed."

At this point, the Black Wolf King laughed loudly:

"Your resistance now is meaningless. You have been abandoned by Dajin long ago!

Surrender, it's not worth it."

But no one answered. The Black Wolf King was greeted by a sound of arrows.

Even if the Jubei Army knew that there were no reinforcements, they knew that they might beTen deaths and no life.

But they still did not retreat, this is the Army Soul Unit.

As the army of the dynasty reached the peak, constant morale has almost become the standard of the Army Soul Unit.

Only by not fearing death can the Army Soul be truly condensed.

This is why the Army Soul Unit is so different from other troops.

"Comrades, it is my blessing to be able to sacrifice my life for the Jin Dynasty with you here this time!

Live and die together! Fight!"

"Fight!"

Accompanied by a roar, the injured cavalrymen instead rekindled their momentum and attacked the Black Wolf King again.

Instead of retreating, they advanced!

"Looking for death." The Black Wolf King frowned, extremely unhappy.

"Attack with all your strength, surround and kill them!"

The dawn had not yet arrived, but the sky was getting darker and colder.

The third prince felt that his hands and feet were a little stiff, and the cavalrymen around him fell one by one.

There were countless scars on his body, wet and sticky to the lining of his armor, and it was hard to tell whose blood it was.

"Is that the end?"

He swung the spear in his hand instinctively, but his strength was much weaker.

He was blocked by someone, and then a curved knife came.

There was no way to avoid it, but the third prince was not desperate, but calm.

But the sound of an arrow came from afar, saving the third prince.

First, the eighteen riders came down.