Chapter 347 Diao Lingyun

Although Gao Shun was extremely brave and fought endlessly with Hua Xiong, his Xianzhen Camp with only 800 people seemed too weak in the face of the tens of thousands of powerful Western Liang cavalry.

After all, they are not the famous Black Armor Army of the Tang Dynasty, and they do not have the super strong power to defeat 100,000 with 35,000.

Although the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp were all fearless and fought bravely, they gradually fell into trouble in the face of the enemy troops that were surging like a tide.

Gao Shun led the charge, charging left and right, trying to break the enemy's encirclement, but his efforts seemed so insignificant given the huge disparity in troop strength.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield were deafening, and the charge of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry was one wave higher than the other. Under this tremendous pressure, the defense line of the Xianzhen Camp was like a small boat in the wind and waves, and it was crumbling.

The collision between the Xianzhen Camp and the Xiliang Iron Cavalry continued to stir up storms of blood and fire, and the tragic scenes of the battle were shocking.

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the sounds of metal clashing intertwined into a melody of death.

The eight hundred brave warriors of the Xianzhen Camp were like indestructible reefs, and they resolutely faced the surging torrent of the Xiliang cavalry.

The horses' hooves trampled up a cloud of dust, blurring the view instantly. But the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp were not afraid, they lined up closely together, with their spears and swords flashing coldly, trying to block the enemy's attack.

A soldier from the Xianzhen Camp was knocked away by a galloping warhorse. His body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, his blood staining the ground beneath him red.

However, his comrades did not hesitate at all, quickly filled the gap and continued to fight desperately.

The spears of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry stabbed like a forest, and the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp blocked them with shields and endured the enemy's attacks with their bodies. Every collision, blood splattered, and every moment, lives were lost.

A young warrior was hit on the shoulder by the enemy's long sword. He gritted his teeth and fought back, but was hit by the follow-up attack and fell in a pool of blood. But his eyes were still full of indomitable spirit and fighting spirit.

The battlefield has become a Shura hell, with broken limbs everywhere and blood gathering into streams, flowing on the charred land.

But the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp did not retreat. In this brutal battle, they defended their honor and beliefs with their lives.

The ambition to be trapped will lead to death but not life!
"Excellent, excellent! The Xianzhen Camp is indeed worthy of its reputation!"

A loud applause was heard, and Dong Hao had arrived at the center of the battlefield without knowing when.

He looked at Gao Shun with burning eyes and admiration, his mouth corners raised in a meaningful smile.

"General Gao, what future do you have following a slave of three surnames? Why don't you join my army?"

Dong Hao's voice was loud and his eyes were full of expectation and temptation, as if he was sure that Gao Shun would be moved by him.

But Gao Shun remained calm, his eyes were as firm as iron, and he rejected her mercilessly:

"Gao Shun, I will never betray my master even if I die!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, resounding and carrying a resolute momentum, echoing in this noisy battlefield.

Dong Hao's smile remained, but his eyes showed a little more regret. He shook his head with some regret and said:

"That's such a pity. If General Gao is unwilling to surrender to me, he will have to die on this battlefield!" There was a hint of threat in his words, but he seemed to feel regret for the outcome that Gao Shun was about to face.

Seeing this, Lu Xiangong looked anxious and immediately called Gao Shun back loudly:

"Gao Shun! Bring back the trap camp immediately!"

Her voice was urgent and loud, and it was particularly clear in the noisy battlefield.

Lu Xiangong could clearly feel the terror of the young man (Dong Hao) who suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

She knew very well that his strength was far beyond her own, and he was at least a top-level strongman of the high-level Great Jiaore. An existence of this level was definitely not something they could contend with at the moment.

Gao Shun was shocked when he heard this and wanted to lead the Xianzhen Camp to retreat immediately. However, it was too late.

Dong Hao exuded an extremely domineering aura from his whole body, which was like a surging wave, overwhelming the sky and the earth, making the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp unable to move as if they were cast under a spell.

At the same time, Li Ru, a poisonous scholar wearing a fox mask, and thirteen other generals, led a large number of elite evil spirit soldiers who came like a tide and surrounded the Xianzhen Camp and Gao Shun.

The encirclement was impenetrable, and everyone in the Xianzhen Camp was suddenly trapped in a desperate situation. A suffocating atmosphere of tension filled the air.

Gao Shun looked solemn as he looked around at the critical situation. With a bit of surprise on his face, he said:
"Li Ru, Niu Fu, Dong Min, Dong Yue, Duan Wei, Hu Zhen, Yang Ding, Li Jue, Guo Si, Zhang Ji, Jia Xu, Fan Chou, Li Meng, Wang Fang, I never thought that you would all be here!"

His voice seemed a little low in this tense atmosphere, and his words revealed his surprise at the current situation and his vigilance against the enemy's powerful lineup.

Gao Shun looked at the huge and powerful enemy lineup in front of him, and his heart sank, as if a huge rock was pressing down on him.

No matter how determined his eyes were, they could not hide a trace of despair. At this moment, he had already determined that he was in great danger and would never have a chance to leave this battlefield filled with the breath of death.

"Haha, it's so lively!"

A clear and heroic voice with a hint of charm suddenly came, breaking the tense atmosphere.

I saw a white-haired woman with a curvy figure and beautiful face slowly walking to the center of the battlefield. She was graceful, and every step was light and elegant, but she also carried an invisible pressure. Her delicate face was like the most perfect masterpiece of God, but her eyes were as cold as frost, full of murderous intent.

She exuded an extremely strong murderous aura, as if a generation of killing gods had descended to the world. This aura spread, causing everyone present to tremble, and even the air seemed to solidify under this terrifying aura.

Collapse! The ground that was originally extremely wide and solid like a solid wall of iron and steel now showed shocking cracks like a dense, crisscrossing spider web.

Those deep cracks twisted and spread out in a random manner, as if the earth was being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

And at the core of the shocking crack, there was a weapon with a strange shape and emitting endless pressure stuck straight in it!
Fang Tian draws a halberd!

The halberd fell with the force of thunder, carrying a terrifying force that made people shudder and tremble their souls.
The originally solid ground was shaken directly, causing it to crack and collapse, and countless fine and deep cracks spread rapidly like the claw marks of a devil.

(End of this chapter)