Haruri wanted to swing the knife again, but he couldn't raise his arm anymore. At this point, he had exhausted all his strength, the wound showed bones, and blood flowed as if he didn't want money. but he just doesn't make a sound!
Countless illusory white lights shot into the sky, turned into white rain, and fell into the void.
On the battlefield, only the sound of arrows piercing flesh could be heard continuously, along with uncontrollable screams.
But those district soldiers are not as elite and well-trained as elite soldiers.
Throughout history, military and political strategy has often been used, victory is often defeated by strategy, defeat is often defeated by strategy.
At this time, it could be said that Vuong Hoa gave instructions to the general and was ready to go. The two hundred and five soldiers were originally well fed and were in the courtyard and in the corners waiting for news. It was the old historian Han Qiu, who was reading the war book also carrying a sword with him.
"Ha ha ha, official Cong Ton Tan is already like an old dog, someone wants to take advantage of the opportunity to pursue, defeat and capture alive!" Vien Thieu looked at the cavalry going away, then looked at the strategist next to him and smiled.
"Furthermore, even if we really sacrifice, we still die for the great people. Dying is honorable, dying is worthy!" Speaking of this in his heart, the young general's eyes were like torches.
At this time, even if there were soldiers who could resist Liao Lieu, their bodies would still have countless wounds.