Chapter 2085 The Last Person

The Chaos Division, which dispatched the six divisions of the Heavenly Man to kill the Fire Sky Fire Beast, had about 5,000 monks attacking together, and densely packed magic weapons hit the heads of those burning Sky Fire Beasts, and those madly running Sky Fire Beasts fell one after another.

The rest of the Sky Fire Beasts that were not on fire immediately scattered around to avoid being affected.

Zhao Zian simply gathered his troops and horses on the periphery. There were less than 700,000 cavalrymen. This time, they rushed to support the Eagle Beak Cliff to attack the Destruction Legion. It only took two sticks of incense to lose more than 500,000 cavalrymen.

Zhao Zian saw that there were still dozens of battlefields in the enemy formation in the distance. Those were soldiers who could not escape. There were at least more than 100,000 human soldiers fighting bloody battles under the heavy siege of the enemy.

He wanted to rescue these brave soldiers, but he also knew that the enemy army had returned to defend now. If he rushed back to save people, the 700,000 cavalrymen behind him would also be buried here.

He slowly lifted his mask, tears in his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Retreat!"

Seven hundred thousand cavalrymen came like lightning, and left like lightning.

More than 100,000 human warriors who lost their horses were divided into 20 to 30 groups. The sky fire beasts had all scattered. They were tightly surrounded by countless mad warriors, giant warriors, and skeleton warriors.

They did not hold back, and all chose to fight to the death.

"Light fur coats and long swords, fierce horses and wild songs, loyal and brave, brave and righteous, strong mountains and rivers.

Countless trapped cavalry soldiers, while fighting bloody battles, sang the cavalry's favorite "Long Song of Noble Spirit".

Tenderness and iron bones, a promise worth a thousand gold. Smoke waves before and after life.

What a rich man, what can I do? The flash of the knife is like crying and singing.

A cavity of blood cannot show the true nature of a hero.

Two horses stepped across the long river of the desert.

Three sighs, sighs, sighs only for their homeland.

People from all directions, chanting the long song of noble spirit...

The battle of Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak has ended at this moment. Countless soldiers look into the distance, listening to the sad and tragic "Long Song of Noble Spirit" coming from the vast land, watching those comrades die in battle bit by bit.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind! "

The white-bearded old soldier used the Mo Dao in his hand to slap the armor plates on his body and shouted loudly.

Then, countless Zhenxi Army soldiers began to shout.

They slapped their armor with weapons and stomped the rocky ground with the butts of their spears. Hundreds of thousands of Zhenxi Army soldiers shouted together: "Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"

The sound was heard far away at the Eagle's Beak Cliff.

On the Eagle's Beak Cliff, millions of soldiers also shouted together: "Wind, wind, strong wind! "

The voice quickly spread to the north, and tens of millions of soldiers on the entire trumpet-shaped defense line also shouted. Although most of them could not see the battlefield in front of them, nor could they see the fighting.

For a time, the four words were echoing in a radius of a hundred miles.

The battlefield did not change at all because of this slogan to boost morale. It was divided into dozens of groups of human soldiers, and they were slaughtered one after another.

In less than an hour, the battle stopped.

There were only more than a dozen warriors, covered in blood, back to back, looking at the terrifying heavenly warriors who were slowly surging over.

These more than a dozen soldiers were gasping for breath, and some of the soldiers had their scimitars cut off, but they still had no intention of surrendering.

In the middle was a boy of only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing thin leather armor and holding a tattered flag in his hand. , the word "Zhao" could be vaguely seen on the big flag.

Seven or eight crazy warriors roared and rushed forward. In a moment, more than a dozen warriors were chopped into several pieces, and only the young man stood alone in the middle.

The young man was trembling a little, holding the battle flag tightly with both hands.

He was the only living person left on the entire battlefield.

A crazy soldier raised the axe with a grin, and was about to chop it down, when Gu Yuqi and Hua Wuyou fell from the sky.

Gu Yuqi waved his hand lightly, and a strange light hit the axe of the crazy warrior, and the axe was immediately shaken away.

Hua Wuyou was like an elegant and handsome Confucian scholar, landing ten feet in front of the young man. He could see that the young man was full of fear at the moment. He said softly: "Young man Lang, look around, your comrades are all dead, this is the end of going against the sky. We are all from the heaven, and we are gods in the eyes of you mortals. Gods represent justice and heaven. You go against the sky, aren't you afraid of being punished by the sky? You are a courageous young man. As long as you surrender, I can guarantee your life and make you one of us. "The young man raised his head and tried to keep his tone calm, saying: "The young marshal said that this is a war that will never end. The purpose of you people from the heavens coming to the human world is to kill all the humans in the human world! If this is what you call justice and heaven, then I, Yang Sanlang, would rather not have this kind of justice and heaven. Daddy and the eldest and second brothers are all in the army. Before the war, my mother married me a wife, the most beautiful girl in the next village. Not long ago, I received a letter from home saying that my wife is pregnant. I know that since the moment Pi Jia went to the war, I will never see my wife and children, but I don't regret it! My eldest brother, second brother, and father are all in Wangfu Ridge in front. They may have died in the battle, or they may be watching me not far away at this moment. I, Yang Sanlang, will never let them down!" At this point, the young man named Yang Sanlang stuck the battle flag into the ground, bent down, and took a scimitar from a broken arm.

Hua Wuyou smiled faintly and said, "Okay, I will give you a fair chance to fight and let you die in front of your family."

The surrounding heavenly army immediately dispersed, so that the Zhenxi army on Wangfu Ridge in the north and Duoshi Peak could see this place.

The Zhenxi army thought that all the people on the battlefield in front had died, but only then did they realize that there was still a young soldier who had not died in the battle.

"Sanlang?"

The white-bearded old soldier of the Jinwu Guard shouted when he saw the young man facing millions of heavenly troops alone.

The man named Erzhuang next to the white-bearded old soldier and the agile short man shouted at the same time: "Third brother!"

Their voices could not reach Yang Sanlang's ears.

Yang Sanlang could not hear it, but masters of Hua Wuyou and Gu Yuqi's level could naturally hear it.

Hua Wuyou smiled and said, "It seems that your father and brother are not dead yet, they are calling you."

Yang Sanlang looked back and saw that Wangfu Ridge was full of Zhenxi army soldiers, and he could not see where his father and brother were.

Gu Yuqi was a little impatient. With a wave of his hand, a cavalryman riding a six-legged monster turned over.

The cavalrymen of the Storm Legion and the Six-Winged Legion were ordinary celestial warriors, unlike the other four legions, which were all terrifying monsters.

The celestial warrior looked no different from a human. He threw away his halberd, took off his heavy armor weighing more than 100 kilograms, and then drew out his long sword.