The Peerless Young Emperor of the City

Chapter 184 Let's go to the battlefield...Look northwest, shoot Sirius!

In a military camp, Xiao Yun opened the tent and stepped in slowly.

Inside, it was empty.

His eyes flickered, revealing a trace of nostalgia, as if passing by before his eyes, the days when he used to camp here and scolded Fang Qiu.

Here is the place where the generals of the 37th Army discussed the war.

Now, all the generals and soldiers have already set out to fight, and he is the only one left here.

Walking to the big brown log table, Xiao Yun took small steps, and with his slender five fingers, he slowly stroked the heavy textured table.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

Xiao Yun withdrew his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them suddenly after a few breaths!

Two cold rays of light erupted from the star pupils.

"Gu Zheng, put on your shirt."

Faint five characters, spit out slowly, and for a while, within a few miles, was shrouded in a terrible killing atmosphere.

There seemed to be endless shouts of killing resounding through the void, and the clash of knives and guns made clanging sounds. This place seemed to have turned into a Shura battlefield, full of murderous aura!
Countless people were startled by this killing spirit, and they raised their heads one after another, showing astonishment.

A loud cry pierced through the sky and came from the distant sky.

"This……"

Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the sky, only to see a huge roc hovering above the void.

It was a golden roc bird. Its huge body was tens of meters long. When it spread its wings, it occupied a hundred meters of sky, covering the sky and the sun!
"Zee—!!"

The golden roc let out a long cry, hovering above the void, as if calling for something.

"That's the young marshal's pet, Jin Peng!"

Many soldiers in the Northwest Military Region were terrified.

Xiao Yun once rode a peng into battle, conquered the battlefield, and killed countless enemy troops.

now.

Jinpeng's return, doesn't it mean...

Soon, a slender and tall figure stepped out of the tent.

His expression was stern and solemn.

His eyes were like cold stars, with a cold and stern look, like two sharp swords, piercing straight into people's hearts.

At that moment, everyone's hearts trembled violently!
Dressed in a battle robe, fluttering in the wind, the original snow-like battle robe is soaked in layers of blood, which is shocking!
The chilling intention of rushing towards them has already made them unable to breathe, almost suffocating!
Holding a battle sword in hand, Xiao Yun walked towards him. There seemed to be countless generals behind him. The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and the sky was swept by murderous aura.

"Young commander—"

Those sergeants looked dull and murmured, Xiao Yun...has finally put on his battle robe!

Xiao Yun's figure burst out like a sharp arrow, charged against the sky, and landed behind the Jinpeng.

Above the sky, a gust of wind blows head-on, making his blood-stained battle robe rattle, and the killing spirit soars to the sky, and the air is overwhelming!

The gazes of countless people then moved to the sky, staring at Xiao Yun.

Those gazes were filled with admiration and awe!
With such a peerless demeanor, who else in the world is there besides this young man in front of him!
This is their belief and myth.

Amidst countless fiery gazes, Xiao Yun lifted the sword above his head with one hand.

He stands proudly on the back of the golden roc, his gaze slowly flicks down, his contemptuous pupils look down on all directions, the heroes of the world are all ants!
Such a shocking gaze, even if you only saw it once, is engraved in the depths of your soul, in this life... Unforgettable! !

"I, Xiao Yun, please fight."

The sound descended like a thunder from the sky, piercing through this world, and the entire Northwest Military Region, within ten miles, caused a big shock!
Just five words, like the sound of war drums, made the blood of countless people boil, and the blood in their chests rolled.

Young Marshal Xiao Yun, come back!Please fight! !
Deep in the military area.

The leader of the Northwest Army lightly tapped his finger on the table, a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and he uttered each word with a thick voice that resounded through the world.

"allow."

Commander, ready to fight! !

Xiao Yun stood on top of Jinpeng, his gaze swept all directions.

"Follow me, Xiao Yun, as you wish, on an expedition to the northwest, and fight to the death!?"

The sound of shouting was like thunder, and the blood of those young men in the army, who were full of vigor, rushed straight to the sky!

"I, would like to go out with the young marshal to suppress and kill the countries in the northwest!"

A general stepped out, with a solemn expression, and roared to the sky.

"Willing to fight with the young commander!"

"Willing to fight with the young commander!"

"..."

One after another, passionate roars pierced through the heavens and the earth, rolling and echoing over the military area.

Go to the battlefield to fight, gold and iron horses, look northwest, and shoot Sirius!

My generation of men, why should we fight? !

……

The cold wind is bleak, and the wind and sand are billowing.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, the sky shook, swords collided, and the two armies fought.

The No.30 Seventh Army was flanked by front and back, so they had to concentrate their forces backwards to break through the siege.

One after another, figures in battle armor fell down in the midst of the fight.

Walls of people rolled forward, trying to completely crush the No.30 Seventh Army surrounded by them under their crowd tactics.

The disparity in the strength of the two sides is too great. Even the No. 30 Seventh Army, as a martial arts army with strong combat power, cannot make up for this gap at all.

This.

This is the third time they have broken through the siege.

But in the rear, there were still enemy troops following closely, surrounding them layer by layer.

I want to wipe them out in layers of encirclement.

"Master Colonel, we broke through the siege for the third time, and killed more than 1000 brothers again. Now, there are only [-] troops left."

Moreover, the [-] troops still included some wounded sergeants.

The colonel stood there, his bloody face was blown by the cold wind, his fists were clenched tightly.

"Is there no support from the rear yet?" His voice was full of exhaustion.

There are more than 2 troops, and now, with the disabled sergeants, there are still [-] people left, which is a heavy loss!

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