Fei An led an army of 300,000 out of the Qishan Corridor and arrived at the Huazhong Plain.

He gasped, and all he saw was a sea of ​​corpses, not even a single flower!

Those corpses are all soldiers of the Southern Border Army!

They stretched from one end of the Huazhong Plain to the end of the sight.

At the end of the sight, there is a tall flag.

The big flag fluttered in the wind and rain. Holding up the telescope, he could clearly see the eagle and sword pattern on the flag.

Wherever the eagle goes, the magic sword points!

Right under that military flag, the Fourth Excalibur Army stood solemnly!

They were wearing silver armor that had been washed clean by the spring rain, and under the military flag they seemed to have become statues.

Three hundred thousand border troops were completely wiped out...so how many enemies died?

His hands were shaking as he held the telescope. His gaze shifted from the other end of the battlefield to where he was standing. The enemies in silver armor...seemed to be only a few thousand in number.

One hundred thousand against three hundred thousand, annihilating all three hundred thousand and suffering only ten thousand casualties of their own. What kind of army is this?

Didn’t they say that the Fourth Army’s training has not yet been fully completed?

How do they have such powerful fighting power?

Where is Yu Chunqiu?

Did he also die here in battle?

Fei An was filled with grief. He closed his eyes silently and shed two lines of tears.

He drew his sword and roared, "Tian Ce Army, follow me to kill the enemy and avenge our comrades...!"

The sound of iron hooves rang out again, and the 300,000-strong army roared like a tsunami, stepping on the corpses of their comrades and rushing towards Wei Wubing's troops like a hurricane.

This is a sharp force.

They were forged by their emperor.

They have extremely high fighting spirit and are fearless in their fight!

The Excalibur Army was the target they had been training for, and now they were finally going to fight the legendary invincible Excalibur Army - let's see whose gun was faster, whose sword was sharper, whose neck was tougher, and whose life... was more important!

In an instant, it was like a whirlwind sweeping away all the remaining clouds, as if the Yangtze River had burst its dike.

They held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, as if they had broken through spring and summer, and brought about autumn wind and winter snow all over the ground.

Wei Wubing was riding on his horse. He looked behind him at the incoming enemy and muttered curses, "Damn He Sandao, why the hell haven't you come out yet?"

"Pass on my general's order...all troops, attack!"

This team was the elite of the Yu Dynasty, and Wei Wubing showed enough respect for such an opponent.

The big flag fluttered in the wind, and the sword on the flag seemed to be unsheathed, and the eagle seemed to have taken off into the sky.

"All troops fire in turn. After one round of firing... draw your swords!"

Gunshots rang out again.

Amid the gunshots, Fei An of the central army suddenly frowned through the telescope - he saw the same scene that Yu Chunqiu had seen, but unfortunately Yu Chunqiu was unable to tell him this important information.

The black knights at the front line fell one after another, but the silver torrent on the opposite side was as firm as a mountain.

After three full rounds of volleys, the enemy had probably only a hundred or so men fallen, but our side... at least thousands of our side had died at the hands of the enemy's guns.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Report to the General, our army's bullets seem unable to penetrate the enemy's armor!"

Fei An was shocked and immediately gave the order: "Hand-to-hand combat...! All troops, kill the enemy at close range!"

Since the bullets cannot penetrate the enemy's armor, the flintlock rifle is useless. What else can Fei An do?

He made the best decision!

The black and white torrents collided with each other on the Huazhong Plain with a "bang". For a moment, the sky was dim and the spring rain was endless.

The battle entered its most brutal state on a tall building in Jinguan City behind the Huachong Plain.

Zhou Tongtong held a telescope and quietly watched the battlefield in the distance.

The distance here was too far and he couldn't see clearly, so he could only judge by the color of the armor.

He had witnessed the destruction of the southern border army with his own eyes, and now he had no intention of witnessing Fei'an's death. He finally saw another silver torrent rushing out at the end of his sight.

He put down the telescope, grinned sinisterly, left the tall building, rode a horse and went straight to Faning City - there was a place called Xianqingju on the outskirts of Fanning City, and someone was waiting for him in Xianqingju.

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Xu Xinyan put his sword on Yu Wendao's neck.

Jia Nanxing, wearing a loose black robe, flew out like a night owl, just as Bei Wangchuan shot the arrow.

Immediately afterwards, a group of black people appeared in Fu Xiaoguan's sight, a group of people flying in the sky!

At the front of the group was a woman!

The woman's hair was disheveled and she was covered in blood. Fu Xiaoguan narrowed his eyes. He thought that the cry of "My son, run!" just now must have been shouted by this woman.

Behind this woman is an old monk holding a staff, his robe fluttering and his white beard flowing.

At this moment, the ten thousand Divine Sword soldiers in Taoyuan raised their hands and raised their guns. "Bang, bang, bang..." A burst of gunfire rang out, and there was a tinkling sound in the air. Fu Xiaoguan's eyes narrowed into a slit -

Come prepared!

There were actually steel plates tied inside the monks’ robes!

But even so, dozens of monks were shot down.

Bei Wangchuan looked serious. He drew his bow and arrow again, and this time he shot the arrow at the old monk.

The rest of the monks fell into the peach forest. At this moment, ten thousand Divine Sword Soldiers drew their swords, and the peach forest was filled with blooming peach blossoms.

Jia Nanxing's fist landed on the tip of a red-robed monk's sword. With a loud "bang...", the power of the same holy level erupted in an instant.

Jia Nanxing pushed the big monk in red back three feet, but then another big monk in red swung his sword at him.

Jia Nanxing took a deep breath and punched out again.

When the fist and sword collided, there seemed to be wind and thunder surging in the air.

They fell to the ground, and a drop of blood flowed from the corner of Jia Nanxing's mouth.

The old monk raised his staff in the air and struck the arrow from Beiwangchuan.

"Boom...!" It was like hitting a drum.

The battle broke out in an instant, so suddenly that Yu Wendao finally laughed.

"My son... run...!"

Xu Yunqing turned around and swung a sword, but she was knocked away by a stick from another big monk in red. Her body drew an arc in the air, and blood splattered all the way, dyeing countless petals red.

"Fu Xiaoguan, this is my reliance. This time, even the gods can't save you."

"What nonsense..."

Fu Xiaoguan raised his hand and with a "bang", he hit Yu Wendao on the neck. Yu Wendao immediately fell unconscious to the ground.

He took out the small gun, but the battle was far away from him, so the small gun was of no use. The big gun was on Xu Xinyan's back, but in the big gun... there was only one bullet left.