Chapter 1587

This is like a complete river embankment, and a gap suddenly appears. If this gap is not filled in the first time, its holes will become larger and larger, which will eventually lead to the collapse of the entire river embankment.

Fortunately, although most of the defensive soldiers on the city wall are camouflage without combat literacy, at least a small number of veterans with rich experience are taking them.

These experienced veterans do not need the command of the commander at all. They know what should do under what circumstances should be done.

Under their leadership, the nearby Qin soldiers spontaneously swarmed towards the gap. Although some casualties were caused, they still blocked this gossip.

When the giant ladder was smashed by the boulder hugged by several soldiers of the Qin Army and took away more than a dozen Liao Army's life, the gap torn by Guzaron was officially made up.

It also means that Guzarron has truly become a lonely army.

With the increasing casualties of the death team that Guta Rong rushed up, more and more death injuries were getting more and more.

When the last member of the death team died for Gazaron, Guzarron was already injured at this time.

The blood on his body is thick and has the Qin Army, but it is more of his own.

Gulzetar's breasts, which consumed most of the strength, took the breasts of Wang Dazhao. He stepped back, but he stepped on a corpse. He slipped under his feet.

On the ground.

Wang Dazhao went up, and the long knife in his hand pointed at Gu Zeta, and laughed: "Say, you are not enough! You will lose!"

Guta Taron raised his head, his face was as fierce as a lonely wolf, he yelled: "I don't accept it!"

"If you don't accept it, you have to serve!"

Wang Dazhao's eyes flashed fiercely. He did occupy the cheapness of the home advantage in this battle. The soldiers around him were all his people. Even if these soldiers could not help them, the cold arrows were placed next to them.

Make Guzarron's scarce technique.

Although the victory is not martial arts, the battlefield is not a ring, where is so fair.

"Give me!"

Wang Dazhao yelled, turned into a flowing light in his hand, and slammed into Guza Taron's head.

At this moment, Guzarron couldn't care about the image. At the fastest speed of life, he rolled to the side. He had avoided Wang Dazhao's chopping.

choke!

Wang Dazhao's long knife was split on the ground, and on the ground on the wall of the steel city, a huge groove was cut out.

With the knife that has already been curled, Wang Dazhao caught up with two knives and covered his face.

There is no tips for bleaching, but the tricks are all murderous skills.

Guzarron took a breath and reluctantly supported a round, but the left arm still ate Wang Dazhao's knife.

In this sword, Gustalon's arm was cut off a piece of meat with a large slap.

Such a large piece of meat was cut off, and the strong pain made Guzhalong's reaching the sky.

In the roar, Guzarron, who was red, knew that his death was approaching, and he lost his weapon in his hand. He did not flash against the attack from the soldiers surrounding the Daqin soldiers.
Chapter completed!