Chapter 152 A War Song Crazy

The battle of Broken Blade City lasted for a whole day. From morning to dusk, countless soldiers on both sides died tragically almost every second.

In the evening, the soldiers of Xianglong Kingdom finally invaded Broken Blade City, but the battle was not over yet. The soldiers of Xianglong Kingdom who entered Broken Blade City started a hard street battle with Dazhou defenders.

The street fighting lasted for two hours, and the defenders of the Dazhou Kingdom were finally annihilated.

But the ending of Xianglong Kingdom was not good. They also paid a heavy price. As the siege party, their losses were nearly four times that of Da Zhou, and the 150,000 army casualties were nearly half.

The soil outside Broken Blade City had already turned reddish-brown, the blood could not solidify, and the haze above could not be dispersed.

The sound of fighting and shouting that filled the place not long ago disappeared, but it made the silence at this time seem extremely hideous.

Everything has disappeared, all the war has ended, in the twilight, the Xianglong Kingdom infantry and cavalry in red armor have entered the Broken Blade City, and the word Deng on the banner is still vaguely visible.

In the entire battlefield, there was only one person who was still fighting the enemy bravely, and he was the Mad Lion Sect Master War Song Mad.

Uncle Yan died in battle, and the entire Da Zhou army was annihilated. The hundreds of disciples of the Mad Lion Sect he brought were also killed. Now, he is facing the tens of thousands of troops of the Xianglong Kingdom alone.

But he did not show the slightest fear.

The blood-red sunset was gradually fading, and the war song mad and Deng Qingwen, who were standing proudly in the air, were facing each other like this. Below them were the corpses and the discarded chariot baggage. The two were like two fierce tigers staring at each other. .

Finally, Deng Qingwen first broke the dignified atmosphere and said solemnly: "Battle song mad, you are a great hero, I Deng Qingwen admire you, so I don't want to kill you, you surrender!"

Hearing the words, War Song Kuang laughed loudly: "Deng Qingwen, don't you know who I am, War Song Kuang? Let me be that kind of villain who lives on the loose? It's just wishful thinking, Zhan can only be a Da Zhou person in this life, Even if he is dead, he is also a ghost of Da Zhou!"

Deng Qingwen said sadly: "Da Zhou? Look at the current Da Zhou, does he care about your life or death? Has the Xiao royal family ever cared about your life and death? Such an emperor is worthy of your allegiance? One of the great sects, the sect master of the Wild Lion Sect, but worked for the emperor of Da Zhou, what about your dignity? Are you willing to die like this?"

Zhan Song Kuang shook his head gently and said: "Deng Qingwen, you are wrong, Zhan did not work for the Xiao family, I am here today so that the people of Da Zhou will not be enslaved by others.

"The Xiao family is no longer virtuous and indifferent, but this is all my Dazhou internal affairs. I don't need your intervention. The land of Dazhou people cannot be trampled on by others."

Deng Qingwen was a little helpless about the words of the war song madman: "War song mad, you are the suzerain of the mad lion sect, the master of martial arts, and the person who is on an equal footing with the royal family, why don't you stay in the sect and be the lord of your sect, the people of Dazhou, Naturally, the Xiao royal family is there to protect it, so what's the matter with you?"

War Hymn madly smiled and said: "The people of Da Zhou are my benefactors of War Hymn Mania. Without them, Zhan Mou would have died decades ago. Therefore, I will not watch them fall into your hands, War Hymn. This crazy life is bestowed by the people of Dazhou! You should die for the people, let's do it! Deng Qingwen!"

Deng Qingwen knew that he couldn't persuade the War Singer. He cherished that the Warsong was a hero, but his position was different, so he could only kill him.

"All Marquis and Martial Masters obey orders and go all out to kill the War Singer!"

Deng Qingwen gave an order, and all three or four Marquis and twenty or thirty martial artists rose into the air and surrounded the War Song Maniac.

Faced with the siege of so many masters, Warsong was unafraid.

But at this moment, the Warsong Maniac under the setting sun was like a god of war, fighting against the figures of dozens of masters, making countless ordinary soldiers with cold faces and numb expressions, a trace of confusion appeared on their faces.

Is this man really a god of war? What is he holding on to?

"Brother Yan, wait for me, I'm here to accompany you!"

boom! boom! boom!

The loud noise of the battle resounded throughout the sky, and the Warsong Maniac was like a lonesome lion, struggling with the wolves.

There were gradually many wounds left on his body, a large hole was stabbed unexpectedly on his back, his left arm was cut off by a Marquis Wu, and even a knife was slashed on his chest, and blood continued to flow out.

But he seemed to have no pain and continued to fight tirelessly. His infuriating energy had been exhausted, and he was just relying on his own will to slash at the enemy crazily.

Finally, the last trace of his remaining consciousness disappeared, and his whole body slowly fell to the ground, but he did not fall, but stood on the ground with a knife and glared at the soldiers of the Xianglong Kingdom.

The eyes are terrifying!

A martial artist was just about to fly up to solve the War Song Mania, but Deng Qingwen stopped him.

"Stop it! He's dead!"

died?

The martial artist stopped, then stared blankly at War Hymn, and found that he had indeed lost his breath.

What did this person rely on to support him to fight until now? Even when he died, he didn't want to close his eyes.

"Marshal, it is said that the War Singer is a martial artist who grew up from a commoner, is that true?" A Marquis walked up to Deng Qingwen and asked suspiciously.

Deng Qingwen nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, Deng Qingwen was an orphan since he was a child. He ate a hundred meals and wore a hundred clothes, and he has grown to his current height step by step. Perhaps this is the reason why he fought to the death! In the eyes of countless people A commoner like an ant is the most precious person to him."

That Marquis Wu was a little sighed. In this world where martial arts are the most respected and the weak are like ants, there are still people who cherish the lives of civilians so much, which made him very sigh.

"The order goes on, the army enters the city, and the innocent people are not allowed to kill innocent people. The warehouse of Duanren City is sealed up. The rewards of the soldiers will be distributed by the army according to military merit," Deng Qingwen instructed.

He knew that this might hurt the morale of the army, but this was the only thing he could do for the Warsong Madman, the guardian of the Warsong Madman for his entire life, and he didn't want to be ruined just like that.

Although Deng Qingwen is an opponent of the War Singer, he respects the War Singer even more. He is a hero, and his belief cannot be insulted.

"What about the corpses of War Singer and Yan Taishu?" the Marquis of Marquis then asked.

Deng Qingwen took a deep breath, then sneered: "Put away the bodies of Taishu Yan and Warsong Mad, and when the battle situation here reaches the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom, we should also negotiate with them, and bring theirs when the time comes. Let Xiao Tianci take a good look at the corpse in Luocheng, he must have a wonderful expression!"

"Yes, I will send someone to do it immediately!"