The Western Alliance soldiers who finally attacked the city wall did not expect to encounter such resistance in an instant, and they screamed and fell to the city.

The boy Gao Jianfei only felt that the eyes were dark...

"When this little brother grows up, he will be a hero!" Meng Zhan's bold and arrogant words seemed to be echoing in his ears, but he had already died in the battlefield at this moment.

"Ah——" Gao Jianfei shouted, his voice shrill, and a long sword actually danced with a momentum that was moving forward.

At this moment, the soldiers of the White Rod Gun Corps surrounded by them burst out with unprecedented power, with guns like lightning, and everyone like tigers.

Although Meng Zhan was missing the command of the remaining battalion commanders, the remaining intermediate officers such as battalion commanders were already blood-red.

This group of Han soldiers has become a group of tigers who do not care about their lives.

A tiger is terrible, and a wounded tiger is even more terrifying. Meng Zhan is the heart of all the Han soldiers on the city wall, with heavy injuries.

This injury is a bone-breaking but makes people move forward.

At this moment, because of Solinger's death and the bravery and fearlessness of Meng Zhan before his death, the morale of the Western Alliance had dropped to a minimum.

The six thousand heavy infantry soldiers responsible for blocking the White Bar Spear Corps even began to retreat step by step when facing the red-eyed Han soldiers.

"Call back the Scenery's Swordsman Team and stop these people for me!" Faced with such a group of people who were fearless and fearless, Fonseca was almost collapsed and ordered loudly.

"Call the Xianbei miscellaneous people and let them disperse these lunatics!" Fonseca felt that it was not safe and said again.

"Don't call, we're here." Dugu Haoyun, the commander of the Qingtan Army's division, had a gloomy face and drove his horse over.

Today, in order to appease the Qinghai-Gan army, Feng Seka deliberately did not let them go to war, but as the commander, Dugu Haoyun still brought officers above the battalion commander to watch the battle. Among them, Zitan also has Murong Cang. After all, there are too many things on the battlefield worth learning.

From the beginning, Meng Zhan led the White Rod Spear Corps to forcibly break through the siege of the Teutonic heavy infantry regiment, to Meng Zhan pointed at the spear and invited the battle, to Meng Zhan knew he was defeated, but he fought against Thoringer, and finally finally exchanged his life for his life and fought Thoringer.

All of this fell into the eyes of these Xianbei Qinggan Army officers.

Especially Meng Zhan shouted: "There are only Han soldiers who died in battle, but where can they surrender?"

Every word is like a heavy hammer, hitting Dugu Haoyun, Murong Cang and others.

After all, the Xianbei have been in power for thousands of years; after all, their bodies have already flowed more or less the blood of the Han family.

"Kill--" Meng Zhan's passionate roar still echoed in his ears.

"Why? He is already an enemy, but he still feels heartbroken and can't help himself?" Dugu Haoyun's heart was in agitation and could not calm down for a long time.

The next moment, he was pulled back to reality by the words "Xianbei miscellaneous". Dugu Yun's face was gloomy and he felt even more humiliated. When he thought of the fact that Solinger humiliated the Xianbei soldiers in person and broke the horse whip yesterday, he felt that his heart was filled with resentment.

"We are not dogs. The empire treats us as human beings and their own soldiers. Now they follow the Westerners, saying that for the freedom of the Great Xianbei and to establish a free Great Xianbei Empire. But are these things at the cost of being a mess for people and being a dog slave?" Dugu Haoyun felt very uncomfortable.

Murong Cang, a somewhat timid man, had deep sorrow in his eyes. Looking at the White Barrel Soldier Corps of Han soldiers who were still fighting hard on the battlefield, he actually felt a little longing in his heart.

"I am a wolf on the grassland. I once longed for freedom, the snow-capped mountains and green pastures. In order to protect them, I grabbed the bow and arrow and kept tight." Murong Cang suddenly hummed the folk song circulating on the grassland in Xianbei.

Dugu Haoyun glanced at him, said nothing, but his fingers clenched the reins tightly, trembling slightly.

"Teacher, let's go. The Xianbei soldiers will eventually spend their lives immediately. No matter whether they are right or wrong, at least we have not fallen too deeply..." Murong Cang said suddenly.

"The whole team, everyone is ready!" Dugu Haoyun's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

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Chapter completed!