The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

"This is the third city. The starting www.wuxiaspot.com," Nangong said.

Guo Xuzhao was ready to attack the city in the rear, and the soldiers of both armies were also red-eyed.

Nangong Yu held a spear in his hand. At this moment, he sat on the warhorse expressionlessly.

The cold wind blew through, hitting his face as painfully as a knife cut, Guo Xuzhao could not help shrinking his neck and looking at Nangong Yan again, as if he didn't feel ordinary.

The drums of drums sounded, and the two army leaders will begin to fight.

Like the spirit rhinoceros, when they rushed over, they first hurt the other's warhorse. Both men leapt forward at the same time and both landed on the ground steadily.

This is the battle between you and me, everyone has made the last effort.

Hundreds of rounds later, Qin Aotian could not help anymore, but the perseverance on his face did not allow him to step back, because there were many eyes behind him looking at him.

A good man should fight to the battlefield, only to ask Ma Ge to wrap his body, ashamed.

Maybe it was a moment of distraction. The gun in his hand was slammed to the ground by Nan Gongyu, his body was out of balance, and he knelt on the ground with one leg.

Looking up into the sky, a trace of grief appeared in his eyes, so unwilling.

I was already in his tenth birthday. I had thought that this battle could end in victory. I did not expect that God would cause people to flee for half of my life. In the end, I still had to fight to death.

Nangong Ao didn't continue to walk over, he glanced at Qin Aotian, at this time the victory and defeat have been divided, there is no need to continue fighting.

The moment Nangong Yu turned and left, Qin Aotian suddenly picked up the rifle next to him and rushed towards Nangong Yu.

The soldiers on the battlefield suddenly opened their mouths. No one expected that Qin Aotian would make such a move.

Feeling the strangeness behind him, Nangong Yu turned around and the spear had stabbed at himself.

Between the electric light and flint, Nangong's gun pierced Qin Aotian's chest.

"Why do you do this? It is a glorious thing for a good man to die on the battlefield. Your behavior will only make people shameless." Nangong said flatly.

Qin Yaotian tried to squeeze a smile on his face, saying, "As a general, I have no reason to die like this, but as a citizen of the Zhou Dynasty, I can't let go of every chance to win."

After speaking, Qin Aotian fell down heavily, his eyes never closed.

The coach has collapsed, and the soldiers behind him are naturally in a mess.

Bai Guo's soldiers launched an assault at this time, and for a time, it was terrible.

Chen Yihan tore off his horns and quickly bandaged his arms for Nangong Yu. He asked nervously, "General, are you okay?"

Nangong smiled and waved, "I'm fine."

Looking back at Guo Xuzhao, Guo Xuzhao gave him a thumbs up.

After a war, only 5,000 to 6,000 troops remained.

Those five or six thousand people, wounded and disabled, are now surrounded by the army of Bai Guo.

Although it is a losing trend, Zhou Jun's face has no fear at all. Instead of being trapped, it is their common thought.

In this case, they had no choice but to fight to break through, they could face a steel-like encirclement. They also knew that this was just a self-deception.

"All will be beheaded, and the battle will be decided quickly." Nangong gave the order expressionlessly.