The former sword forest and the mountain stream in the back mountain.

A lantern, a small table, on which are a pot of wine, three cups and three people.

The wine glasses were filled with wine, and one of the men in white spoke: "Back then, you destroyed my Jian Lin, took away Meili Xuehong, but spared my life. Was it just for this day?"

He is Lu Xiaofeng, the leader of Jianlin!

"Even if I didn't destroy your Jianlin back then, my last disciple wouldn't have let you go. Although I killed many of your disciples, if you want to hold this account against me... I'll accept it."

He is the master of the Taoist temple, Su Changsheng.

"I heard that your Thunder Army is about to fight against Fu Xiaoguan's army. Do you still have time to come here?"

He is Song Qingtian, the leader of Daoshan!

Su Changsheng stroked his long beard and smiled calmly. He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, which was a little red, as if stained with blood.

"That place is not the main battlefield."

"That's an army of more than 400,000 that you spent all your energy to train, but it's not the main battlefield? Where is the main battlefield?" Song Qingtian asked.

"Chi Le Chuan! He is in Chi Le Chuan!"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, his face full of sarcasm, "Does this count as retribution? Isn't that what it means to raise a tiger and bring disaster upon yourself?"

Su Changsheng remained calm, not caring about Lu Xiaofeng's ridicule at all. "There are many things you don't know. He founded Daxia, and this world has science. For example, the flintlock rifle can kill a Saint with one shot."

"He also tinkered with a lot of things. You will naturally know about these things when you come out of the mountains."

"This isn't about raising a tiger to cause trouble. I want these things. Now is the time to get them back, so I'm asking you to come out of the mountains. This was the agreement we made back then."

Song Qingtian raised his head. "He's the Emperor of Daxia, surrounded by countless experts. How can we just rely on the three of us? Aren't you a little too arrogant?"

"No, there are six of us."

"Who else?"

Su Changsheng clapped his hands, and three people fell from the sky.

"Let me introduce you to Tuoba Xiaoyu, the Holy Order of Western Xia, and Yelu Yuan and Tulan, the Holy Orders of Liao Dynasty."

Song Qingtian and Lu Xiaofeng were startled, then saw the three men bow to them. Tuoba Xiaoyu smiled and said, "The past grudges are written off. Now what we need to do is... work together to kill Fu Xiaoguan!"

Song Qingtian gave Su Changsheng a meaningful look and asked, "How many Saint-level people are there around Fu Xiaoguan?"

"On the surface, there are Bei Wangchuan and my third junior sister Xu Xinyan, as well as Ning Siyan who has just entered the Saint level. I don't know about this behind the scenes, but my second junior brother Wu Dalang has disappeared, so even if he is included, there are only four of us."

"He has a divine weapon that can easily kill a Saint!"

"Don't worry, he still has at most one bullet left!"

"Who's going to take this bullet, then?"

"I'm his master, of course I'll go pick it up!"

"He still has ten thousand guards!"

"He will eventually be away from the Imperial Guards, so this battle must be fought quickly!"

…

…

The blood-red moon hung high in the sky. If you stood in the sky and looked down at Dading Prefecture, you would see a city surrounded by a sea of ​​fire on all sides.

Kerosene was burning fiercely on the four sides of the city walls. Tens of thousands of Thunder Army masters flew to the top of the walls and fought desperately with the defenders of the city walls with their guns and knives.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky, and the shouting and roaring were endless!

Yuan Biao ran frantically on the city wall, yelling desperately: "Kill them! Hold on for me, don't embarrass the Daxia army!"

"The fire is so big, stop pouring more kerosene on it, use it sparingly. First Guard, go support the Second Guard...!"

"The left city wall is in danger, please provide support!"

"Brothers, be careful, their rear troops are shooting arrows, hide!"

“…”

With a snap, He Sandao chopped off the head of an enemy soldier in front of him with the long sword in his hand, "Zhao Lizhu...!"

"Sir, what do you want?"

"Call me Commander! Take my personal guards and go help the west wall!"

"Sir, the young lady said that the guards cannot leave you even for a moment on the battlefield!"

"Shut the fuck up, it's already late, go now, or I'll shoot you right now!"

Zhao Lizhu shut up and quickly ran towards the west wall with his five hundred guards. "Use your guns to kill this wave of enemies first!"

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Fierce gunfire rang out again.

"Aim better! You are so accurate during training, how come you fight like this on the battlefield!" Zhao Lizhu yelled. He raised his gun and aimed at a martial arts master wearing silver armor.

"Bang……!"

He shot the martial arts master to the ground, "Don't panic in a fight! Keep your hands steady and your eyes sharp. Remember this. Quick, kill them so you can go back and protect me!"

With the arrival of the five hundred personal guards, the Liao soldiers defending the west city wall felt relieved. They looked at these warriors who were driving away wolves and tigers with great envy, and finally realized how powerful the Great Xia army was.

The Thunderbolt Army's flintlock rifles had little killing effect on the Marines' bulletproof armor, but the Marines' Mauser rifles were able to effectively kill them.

These 100,000 Thunder Army soldiers wearing bulletproof jackets are the elite of the Thunder Army.

Thunder Army Commander Lou Yingzong dispatched a full 50,000 elite troops in this first battle. He wanted to capture the city wall and open the city gate in one fell swoop, but he did not expect that the defense on the city wall would be so tenacious!

The Daxia Marines are powerful, but they only have 20,000 people. These 20,000 people seem insignificant when placed on the long city walls.

But what he didn't expect was that the Liao soldiers who helped defend the city were so fearless and brave!

These traitors!

Lou Yingzong held up the telescope and watched with gritted teeth, "Pass this command from the commander-in-chief. The Second and Third Armies must approach the city wall within two hundred meters and use flintlock rifles to kill those damned Liao soldiers!"

A full 200,000-strong army pressed towards the city wall, and then dense gunfire rang out. The Liao soldiers were caught off guard and thousands of them were injured or disabled.

"Hide! Be careful, don't show your head!" Yuan Biao roared. He didn't notice that a master of the Thunder Army was falling from the sky behind him.

The man was holding a spear in his hand. He flew from a distance, pointing the spear at Yuan Biao's back!

He just revealed a ferocious smile, but suddenly felt a huge sense of danger - he looked up and saw a knife coming towards him to cut him in the waist.

This is He Sandao’s knife!

This is a domineering knife!

In panic, the man swung his spear to meet the knife.

“Go to hell!”

The long sword fell, the spear broke with a sound, the long sword was invincible, and the man was cut in half.

Yuan Biao turned pale with fear. He Sandao landed in front of him and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, even when killing someone, you have to be more careful!"

"Bang!"

"clang!"

"Fuck!"

A flintlock rifle hit He Sandao's silver armor under the city wall. A burst of sparks flashed, and an obvious bullet mark was left on the silver armor.

"Get down!"

He Sandao pushed Yuan Biao down with one hand. He was hit by two bullets in a row and hurriedly bent down in a cold sweat - what the hell, if the enemy had this rifle, I would die here.

The battle continues.

The blood moon sets in the west, and dawn finally arrives.

The enemy retreated, leaving corpses strewn all over the city walls.

He Sandao lay on the ground, lifted his helmet and gasped for breath. This was the first day of the enemy's attack!

Bai Shuai...you have to come quickly!