The shouts of killing were shocking the sky. The moment the two sides contacted each other, Gong Nanbei stabbed an infantryman in the chest with a shot.

The spear was drawn out, the infantry fell to the ground wailingly, and Zhao Zhen also charged over, holding the long sword in his hand tightly to fight, and tearing a hole from the infantry's human wall!

The guards behind him followed closely and fought over this opening!

Go forward! Go forward again! Stop and die!

There were wailing sounds around, including enemies and guards.

The infantry stabbed their war horses to death with their spears, and the Uterine fell from the horse's back. He landed on the ground and rolled, and he could barely avoid the axes cut by several infantrymen.

The spear in his hand, the guns took lives, but they no longer had the accuracy and speed of the past.

More and more comrades fell down and never got up again. This palace road less than a hundred meters short seemed like a bottomless abyss, with no end to see.

When they were about to rush out of the human wall, there were less than five of them left!

Everyone was stained with blood! They were gasping for breath.

Theirs were really breathing, and most of the props in the crew were real, for example, the armor on their bodies was too heavy!

"Young Master! Hurry! Go!"

The guard commander Zhang Fang was shot through his arm before. It was not easy to survive with one hand, but in the end he was dismembered and killed by the soldiers.

"Zhang Fang!"

Zhao Zhen's voice was hoarse. Seeing the tragic death of the guard, he turned around and wanted to rush back to save the person, but let Wuya grab the back of the neck and pick it up.

At this moment, including them, there were only four people left from the Eight Kings Mansion, and they finally broke out of the encirclement and came to another palace gate.

The ground was full of corpses, plasma, and broken limbs and arms.

The infantry behind them also made them feel a little scared to kill, and the speed of moving forward was much slower.

"Card! Very good, the actors put on makeup! Makeup! Prepare the Wiya for Tianfang, and prepare the mechanism on the palace wall."

Director Lu's voice was excited. The set of shots just now was very good. Now the most difficult one has been filmed. Next, it was the moment of escaping from the palace!

The makeup artist and the props were so busy that they were about to leave the ground. They had no choice but to worry. The sunrise was very fast, and they had to seize this time!

"Okay, well, everyone is ready, the first shot of the bloody battle against the palace wall, Ike God!"

......

The black teeth went over and knocked on the palace gate, but there was no sound inside the palace gate.

The other two guards had gaps in their hands, but they still gritted their teeth and stood in front of Zhao Zhen, guarding him.

Uya knocked twice, but the palace gate still did not respond.

"Uya, stop knocking, they won't open the door." Zhao Zhen turned to look at Uya. It was already dark at this moment, but the sun had not yet emerged.

When he was so nervous, Zhao Zhen suddenly laughed, smiling very innocently: "Brother Uya, this time I called you brother, no one will punish you again, the sun is about to come out, what a pity, we can't see it."

Doudi tears slid down the corners of Zhao Zhen's eyes. He looked at Gong Nanbei, feeling guilty in his eyes.

He regretted it, not regretting fighting for the throne, but regretting that he let Uya be buried with him.

Wuya looked at the palace gate and stabbed the palace gate a few times, but only left a few white marks.

Zhao Zhen smiled bitterly, looked at the two guards who were gritting their teeth and insisting on it, and said, "I killed you two."

The two of them shook their heads and said, "Young Master is not blamed! It is our honor to be able to die in battle for the young master!"

Zhao Zhen turned his head and wanted to say goodbye to Uya, but saw Uya shook his hand back and threw it out suddenly, nailing the gun to a place about four meters high in the palace wall.

The two guards understood what Uya wanted to do in seconds, so they quickly ran under the spear and set up a ladder.

Zhao Zhen also understood, ran over all the way, turned around and said, "Survival in the extreme! Save in the extreme! Brother, go quickly!"

The infantry guarded him, and when they saw that the infantry had no weapons, they wanted to escape, they all accelerated their pace and rushed towards the few people.

Zhao Zhen ran forward two steps, but because of the long-term battle, his body had no strength and almost became soft to the ground.

Wuya grabbed his neck behind him, picked him up and ran away.

The two cameras are following the photo. At that time, Zhao Zhen’s perspective will have to be expressed by these two cameras.

The two guards in the corner were ready. One of them held one of Zhao Zhen's legs and lifted Zhao Zhen up with force.

'call out!'

'call out!'

'call out!'

The other party started shooting arrows again, and the only two remaining guards were shot to death. Zhao Zhen instantly lost his focus and fell down if he was unstable.

At this moment, two big hands appeared at his feet and lifted him up with force.

Zhao Zhen waved his hands instinctively, grabbed the spear nailed to the palace wall, and stabilized his body.

As he looked down, Uya was also looking up at him.

The sun finally rose, and the light of the newborn sun shone on the face of Aoya.

He was smiling at Zhao Zhen, as if he wanted to reassure him, but the blood was spitting out of his mouth.

There were more than a dozen arrows inserted on his back. No one knew where he got the strength and could lift Zhao Zhen up!

Unta's lips moved, without making any sound, but Zhao Zhen could clearly understand what he was saying.

‘Living well’

"Brother!" Zhao Zhen was crying, his voice like a cuckoo crying blood.

The pursuers behind rushed over and slashed at Wuya with one knife and another. The spear in Wuya's hand was regarded as Zhao Zhen's life-saving straw.

At this moment, he was unarmed, but finally turned around and rushed towards the pursuer.

At this time, Gong Nanbei finally called out his only line in the play, with only one word.

"Walk!!!"

The enemy is numerous and we are few and unarmed. Black teeth rushed towards the light of thousands of swords, and there is no possibility of coming back.

Zhao Zhen wiped his tears, stepped on the black-haired spear, and leaped over the palace wall.

"Hurry! Let the palace servants open the city gate, and you can't ruin the prince's affairs! Hurry!"

A soldier shouted anxiously around him, but the camera gave Uya a close-up.

He lay on the ground, the newborn sun shining on one-third of his side face. Until his death, his eyes were all staring at the direction of Zhao Zhen's escape.

There was no pain or regret in his eyes, only liberation...

"Ka! OK! The bloody battle of the palace walls! Prepare for the next game, clean up!"

After director Lu Yan's voice sounded, Gong Nanbei got up on the ground.

There were several arrows behind him, and he looked like a hedgehog. When he got up, Wang Haoxuan jogged all the way to support Gong Nanbei.

Although Gong Nanbei has some foundation, his previous scene of falling horses and his previous scene of being shot in the back by a prop arrow made him look purple and purple.

I didn't feel anything when I was filming, but now I have found them all.

"North and South! Congratulations on the completion of the filming!"

After Gong Nanbei walked for less than two steps, Ye Mo came over with a smile.

Gong Nanbei nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, the filming has been completed."

As soon as he said that, he felt something was missing in his heart.

Turning around and looking at the busy crew, I am finished now? I am done with the filming now?

He let out a deep breath of cold air, and the filming will be finished. There are more dramas waiting for him!

Gong Nanbei! Come on!
Chapter completed!