Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

Li Xinglan and the dead men simply cleaned up. After gorging on some dry food and regaining some strength, they opened their formation again, occupied favorable terrain, and retreated to the east gate.

On both sides of the city gate, numerous corpses were piled up like a mountain, with broken legs and arms densely packed with blood flowing into rivers.

Li Xinglan and others will ruthlessly end the life of the other party without mercy, regardless of whether the horse is still alive or seriously wounded.

This kind of people who are not saved directly give them a joy, but it is a kind of relief.

Although there are enemies and us on the battlefield, Li Xinglan is not yet cruel to the point of abnormality, deliberately torturing these people who are worse than death.

They are all mortal bodies born by parents, so why bother.

The vast majority of the people in the exhausted bones are nothing more than poor people who want to eat their food.

However, the poor must have something to hate!

Woo...!

The offensive horn of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations blew once again. Li Xinglan took a deep breath, held the Fallen Sword in his hand, and stood in battle with the remaining dead soldiers behind him.

At the Temple of Heaven, Prince Li Chun's drums sounded again. Li An silently held the royal flag and looked down at the east gate where Li Xinglan and others were located. The veins on his arms were exposed.

"I want to come, the people have also withdrawn from the imperial city, it's a dozen miles away."

Li Xinglan murmured to himself, the people are no better than a well-trained army, dragging their homes, their feet are slow, and physically, they have to consider the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Li Xinglan's original intention was to guard the East City Gate firmly, and it will be dark at the earliest, but now it seems that he feels his own idea is too naive.

According to the current attacking rhythm of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations, how many people like this group can survive by the time it gets dark?

The Iron Horses of the Six Nations rushed in another round, and Li Xinglan was still the first one to get out. As if entering the land of no one, the second round of tragic fighting broke out again.

Li Xinglan didn't notice that a black shadow covered in air was quickly mixed in the vast army of the Six Nations Iron Cavalry, bypassing them and entering the Peaceful City of Kyoto.

In the corner, Jing Kun looked back at Li Xinglan, who was like a devil, and smiled contemptuously.

A mere samurai, what would you use to fight me?

He raised his head and looked at Li Chun and Li An who were beating the flag on the Temple of Heaven. He was a little moved, but in the end, he suppressed his thoughts and quickly swept toward the north of the imperial city.

A few hours ago, in the northwest, Jing Ze led hundreds of Fengyin tribesmen, quietly guarding in a valley about ten miles away from the imperial city to the northwest.

The scouts of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations, they deliberately pretended not to see them and let them go around in the woods. About half an hour later, a group of chasing soldiers of the Allied Forces of the Six Nations killed them. Quickly clean up.

After waiting for another stick of incense, the second wave of the Six Nations Allied Forces came and killed them. Those who were still caught in the wind, lost their helmets and unarmed and fled.

After the Six Nations Allied Forces repeatedly sent seven or eight thousand-man squads to test them, they finally gave up chasing and killing the retreating team, began to gather their troops, and surrounded the northwest of the imperial city.

This was the order given to them by the prince of Haofang Shangguo before, and Fengyin's name also caused these chasing generals to lose several times, and he no longer had any thoughts.

What kind of people, what kind of soldiers, they have the same idea as the prince, not for merit, but for nothing.

...

In the imperial city, Li Xinglan found something wrong with the offensive launched by the Allied Forces of the Six Nations.

Only a few thousand people came from the other party this time.

But these people are equally brave and fearless of death, and dozens of people are in a line. The battle formation is strict, and they are advancing with steps. The front cavalry is galloping, and the backing soldiers are the pikemen.

Among the cavalry, there were a mix of bow and crossbow shooters, and more agile generals, riding a fierce beast several feet high.

There were fewer dead men standing around Li Xinglan.

Hundreds of people.

Dozens of people.

Several people.

...

When Li Xinglan raised his head and stood on top of a pile of muddy corpses with scarlet eyes, he discovered that all the enemies around him had fallen, but his comrades seemed to have fallen.

"Ahem...!"

A violent cough sounded from among the crowd. Li Xinglan heard the words and quickly looked at the pile of corpses behind him, grabbed the man with his hands, and dragged the man out of the corpse.

"Hall...Hall...Have I...we... guarded... guarded?"

Li Xinglan nodded heavily. After the fights, even he felt a little tired, his throat was extremely thirsty, and his voice was hoarse at the moment.

"Hold it, what's your name?"

The dead man seemed to be not too old. He was in his early thirties, and his expression was extremely excited when he heard Li Xinglan's words. He actually wanted to stand up on his own strength, as if he wanted to solemnly answer Li Xinglan's question.

"My name is……"

Time, forever frozen in this moment, in the dead man's eyes, the divine light began to fade, and the eyeballs gradually lost their focus, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

When the dead man limped and stood up holding a spear, just when he spoke, a flying arrow pierced his heart with an arrow.

Li Xinglan's pupils shrank suddenly, supporting the deceased who had slowly lost his vitality, and placing him flat on the ground, closing his eyes, his voice choked.

"Nice to meet you, brother."

In fact, with Li Xinglan's Cultivation Base, this should not happen in theory, but he is too tired.

Moreover, starting from the first battle in the morning, there were actually countless Liuya shots at this east city gate.

He has the heart, but is powerless.

Moreover, this dead man just happened to stand in front of him, and Li Xinglan couldn't notice the flying arrow shot from behind him.

Fighting for so long, in fact, the most useful at this moment is only a pair of eyes and the natural reaction of the Practitioner. Sensing abilities such as Spiritual Sense are just a joke on the battlefield.

Li Xinglan lowered his head in silence, and sent a message to the unknown god in the same place. He closed his eyes and prayed silently for the five thousand dead men who died.

Above the Temple of Heaven, Crown Prince Li Chun was already exhausted, kneeling before the drum, but his hands were beating on the drum from time to time.

Li An looked at the east city gate below, and Li Xinglan's lonely and desolate figure, holding the hands of the Emperor Banner, subconsciously tightened.

"They are here, everyone, follow me Li Ang, and guard this royal flag of Dali!"

From the north to the south, many Allied forces of the Six Nations had already turned into the city on foot. Some of them were excited to take people into the palace to looting, and some led people to carry a knife to the Temple of Heaven.

In the sky, the setting sun was like blood. After the battle of this day, all the five thousand dead soldiers died in the entire East City Gate.

And Li Xinglan, too, was exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted, the Fallen God Sword in his hand was radiant and lifeless, shining with a coquettish and breathtaking light.

In the sunset, Li Xinglan with disheveled hair, Huo Ran got up, his long hair covered with blood, moving with the wind.

"Finally, is the wind blowing?"

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