It had only been six hours since Yan Li had sent people to ask for reinforcements. If the reinforcements could arrive within the expected time, it would be four hours later.
However, it had only been an hour since the start of the battle.
In an hour, the battle had reached its climax. There was no room for retreat.
Sun Lei tightened his grip on the long lance. His handsome face was full of determination. With the remaining power of killing the Desolate Man warrior, the long lance danced wildly and a few Desolate Men were swept away by his strength.
He retreated while fighting and quickly retreated into the canyon.
Behind the canyon between the cliffs was the entrance to the West Mountain Camp. The simple fortification looked so weak at the moment that a few Desolate Men could easily break it.
Sun Lei retreated into the canyon. With the size of the Desolate Men, they could only fight seven or eight side by side. If they fought, they could only fight four at most. Once he retreated into the canyon, his momentum was like a rainbow. The long lance danced in the wind like sand on the flat ground. Relying on the geographical advantage, a few Desolate Men came in and fell. For a moment, there was a momentum of one man holding the pass against ten thousand men.
"Be careful!"
Sun Lei was in high spirits when he suddenly heard a warning. He was shocked. He saw a Desolate Man warrior with a white bone chain around his neck pass a row of Desolate Men in front of him and pounce on him.
The long lance turned and twisted, and suddenly pushed forward.
The Desolate Man warrior laughed wildly. He grabbed the long lance and twisted it. With a crack, it broke into several pieces. A dark light flashed on his body and his fist, which was as big as a casserole, hit Sun Lei's face.
Sun Lei's handsome face was completely distorted. He grunted and hit the stone wall with a bang. He slid down with a few pieces of gravel and no longer moved.
"Lei!" Zhang Donglin's face was almost distorted. He and Sun Lei grew up together and were as close as brothers. His iron fan, which weighed more than 40 kilograms, turned into a stick and hit the Desolate Man warrior's head.
Unfortunately, this Desolate Man warrior was different from the previous one. He was in his best condition. Even if he took the stick head-on, it would not matter. So he just raised his hand to block the stick. Then he grabbed the stick with a grim smile and swung it in the air a few times. Zhang Donglin flew out and hit the stone wall beside Sun Lei.
"Lei Zi, wake up!" He slid down. Ignoring his own injuries, he helped Sun Lei up. When he checked Sun Lei's breathing, his face twisted. "Lei!"
He suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot. "You bastard, I want your life!"
At this moment, the guards in the camp finally came out and swarmed towards the Desolate Man warriors.
The Desolate Man warrior smiled cruelly. Dark light waves surged from his body. He reached out and slapped away a wolf saber, grabbing a soldier's neck. The soldier's neck was more fragile than a chick's and would break with a single scratch.
His hands clawed left and right in the crowd, killing a soldier with each grab. The weapons of the soldiers posed no threat to him at all.
With this vanguard, the Desolate Man Army rushed into the canyon.
"Go to hell!" Zhang Donglin waved the iron rod and rushed over, stabbing the abdomen of the Desolate Man warrior.
Bang!
He had used all his strength in this attack, but the Desolate Man warrior only took two steps back and stood still. With a grin on his face, he rushed up again at an even crazier speed and reached out to grab Zhang Donglin's neck.
Zhang Donglin's attack was filled with hatred. He had used all his strength, but the consequence was that it was difficult for him to change his moves.
At this moment, he had used up all his strength and could not react in time.
At this moment, another shadow fell from the sky. The majestic figure was comparable to the Desolate Man.
It was Wang Chuan. He let out a roar and punched the Desolate Man warrior. They collided fiercely.
This time, they were evenly matched. Both sides took two steps back.
However, Wang Chuan fell from the sky, while the Desolate Man warrior responded hastily. It was obvious who was superior.
Wang Chuan's expression was solemn. "Donglin, bring your men and guard the entrance of the valley! This is our last line of defense. Once we lose it, Rong City will be in danger. "
Speaking of which, using a battalion's strength to resist an army of the Desolate Man was like using an egg to hit a rock. They were simply overestimating themselves.
Zhang Donglin stared at the Desolate Man warrior hatefully, but did not dare to disobey. "Yes!"
Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, his eyeballs popped out and he vomited a mouthful of blood. He looked down and saw that his chest had been pierced by a hairy hand. Only then did the grin of a Desolate Man warrior come from behind.
It was unknown when.
Another Desolate Man warrior rushed into the valley.
"Donglin!" Wang Chuan's eyes were wide open as he rushed over.
Zhang Donglin smiled bitterly. He gathered all his remaining strength and poured all his primordial Qi into the metal rod. The metal rod suddenly lengthened and the end suddenly became a sharp cone. With a muffled sound, it pierced through the throat of the Desolate Man warrior who was sneakily attacking Wang Chuan from behind.
The Desolate Man warrior did not believe that Zhang Donglin had such a trick up his sleeve.
With Zhang Donglin's death, the Desolate Man army became even more unscrupulous. In less than five minutes, more than a hundred people had fallen in the valley.
The valley that was less than two hundred feet wide was filled with broken limbs and heads that had died with grievances.
It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The remaining soldiers had already lost their morale and started deserting.
Wang Chuan was already struggling to resist a Desolate Man warrior. He did not have the energy to care anymore.
He could not help but yell, "Hu Bugui, are you done yet?"
"Done!" At this moment, Hu Bugui jumped down from the cliff and forced the Desolate Man warrior who was fighting with Wang Chuan to retreat.
What was surprising was that Zhao Qiping also jumped down.
He had just entered the fifth grade and was not familiar with the control of his yuan qi. When he landed, he almost fell flat on his face.
"Lieutenant!" He panted heavily and ran to Wang Chuan's side.
"Good job!" Wang Chuan patted his shoulder.
"Since we're going to die anyway, killing one more counts!" Zhao Qiping gritted his teeth and said, "I'm also a cavalry lieutenant. How can I watch you guys fight with your lives!"
Wang Chuan nodded heavily and called out to the remaining soldiers, "All return to the camp!"
Zhao Qiping suddenly said with a trembling voice, "Lieutenant, another two Desolate Man warriors have snuck in!"
"Then let them die together!" Wang Chuan sneered and turned to rush back to the camp.
Zhao Qiping picked up Zhang Donglin's rod and followed behind.
Wang Chuan forced a few Desolate Man warriors to retreat and shouted at the same time, "Throw!"
A few soldiers who were already prepared on the cliff immediately threw over ten Heaven Shaking Thunders. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The valley was shrouded in flames. Three Desolate Man warriors were buried in the flames and died an unnatural death.
These ten Heaven Shaking Thunders were Hu Bugui's private property. He had bought them from a folk craftsman when he was a traveling merchant in his early years. He did not expect them to be used in this place.
The Heaven Shaking Thunders were simple to make and extremely powerful. One Heaven Shaking Thunder could kill a Desolate Man warrior. However, they were extremely difficult to store and would explode almost as soon as they came into contact with sunlight. Due to the limitations of the craftsmanship, they had to be kept in a low temperature environment.
Hu Bugui had been buried deep under the camp, so it took a lot of time to dig them out.
This explosion caused the Desolate Man army to suffer heavy losses. Not only did three Desolate Man warriors die, more than two hundred Desolate Man elites were blown into pieces. The valley was almost filled with blood.
Wang Chuan roared, "Deserters will only die now. Why don't you charge forward and fight with the Desolate Man? Kill one to die, kill two to die. Even if it's not for His Majesty, what's a life for your family and children? If you're a man, follow me and charge forward! "
With that, he took the lead and charged forward. Hu Bugui and Zhao Qiping followed closely behind. The rest of the soldiers hesitated for a moment before they finally gritted their teeth and charged forward.
"Why aren't you attacking?" Ji Zhiyuan could not help but ask.
Yan Li said, "Do you think I should attack?"
Ji Zhiyuan wanted to say something but stopped. After a moment of silence, he sighed faintly, "They are all good men. Do you know why they were demoted to this place?"
"They are loyal to their ancestors," Yan Li said lightly.
Ji Zhiyuan sighed again, "I thought the army was the fairest place."
"Salwa and his men are going to attack," Yan Li suddenly said.
Ji Zhiyuan had already seen it and said, "Although we have suffered heavy losses, the enemy has lost more than a thousand Desolate Man elites and seven Desolate Man warriors. They should be impatient."
"Once they attack, my chance will come," Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I can't let them disturb you."
Yan Li said, "I can't be disturbed. Even if there is only one more Desolate Man warrior, you have to prepare to collect my corpse."
"Wait," Ji Zhiyuan suddenly stopped him.
Yan Li stopped and turned to look at her.
"You …" Ji Zhiyuan hesitated, "You have to be careful."
"If I die, I will never become a ghost to haunt you." Yan Li's mood immediately became happy. When he was happy, the corners of his mouth would always rise slightly. When he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, there was always an indescribable evil charm. As long as it was a young girl who had her first awakening of love, she could not help but blush.
"If you die, I will chant for you." Ji Zhiyuan also seemed to be like a young girl. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, in the bleak autumn wind, in the bloody Shuraba, in front of the youth who was about to become a young man, her face was dyed red, like a peach blossom blooming at a time when it should not bloom.
Four eyes met and did not move for a long time.
The sword sang softly, accompanied by peach blossoms, as if they were separated forever, but they had always been together. The setting sun, the autumn wind, and the blood, were like fireworks blooming for them.
The torch that blocked time and space let out a heavy sigh.
"I lost to you a question, why don't you ask?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
The sword suddenly stopped, like a young man who was immersed in fantasy was forcibly pulled back to reality. Facing the cruel reality, Yan Li's smile disappeared. His angular face was as cold as an ice sculpture.
He turned around, "I won't ask now."
"Why?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "It is only meaningful for me to live."
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If you ask now, I promise I will answer you no matter what. But if you ask later, I may change my mind. "
"Then you will be sincere."
Yan Li jumped down from the cliff. His back couldn't be said to be imposing, nor was it solemn or stirring. It was like a fleeting shadow that would disappear at any moment.
But the dusk pulled his shadow very long.
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