C98

He Lan Ting died, and Li Hao's greatest reliance was his.

Although it was the right arm of the Northern Court, nine fish were still more valuable than nine fish.

With his left hand, Northern Court grabbed He Lan Ting's head and shouted at the Qingzhou rebel army. "Li Hao, your biggest reliance is already dead. Why haven't you quickly put down your weapon and surrender!"

Li Hao sneered. "I don't have He Lan Ting, and you don't have a saber-wielding hand either. What are you going to use to kill me?"

After saying that, he looked around, saw the pagoda army that was surrounded by his own army, and continued, "I still have two hundred thousand soldiers! What about you? Is it because of the tens of thousands of imperial guards who do not dare to leave the city, or is it because of your pitiful number of soldiers? "

With a cold snort, he tore off a piece of cloth with his left hand and twined it around his severed arm. He bandaged it a few times and lifted the tip of his foot.

The rebel soldiers of the Azure Province looked at the man with the strong arm who was still strong even though he had lost it. They fearfully surrounded the Northern Court and didn't dare to move forward.

Li Hao frowned as he looked at his own soldier. He pointed at An Bei Ting and shouted, "Whoever takes his head will be rewarded with a reward of ten thousand gold and given the title of Marquis!"

Since ancient times, there have been clouds. People die for money, and birds die for food. Since ancient times, the power of wealth had moved people's hearts.

Li Hao's words made the frightened soldiers feel as if they were on stimulants. They gripped their spears tightly and charged towards the Northern Court.

What was there to be afraid of! No matter how strong this person was, even if he had just lost an arm, he still wouldn't be as powerful as before! If I kill him by a fluke, I will no longer be that bitter and haughty soldier, but a high noble.

These were the common thoughts of the soldiers who surrounded them. However, the Northern Courtyard had made them understand what was going on. There were nine fish and ten thousand enemies!

Northern Court looked at the pitiful soldiers that surrounded them and snorted coldly. He gritted his teeth and moved.

In a split-second, he crashed into a soldier's chest. Raising the blade in his hand, a blade radiance flew out from the soldier's body, slashing dozens of soldiers behind it into two.

After a few rounds, a huge pile of corpses was formed beside Bei Ting. He stood at the top of the corpse with his legs bent and the blade in his hands placed on the corpse. He glared at the soldiers who were still charging at him.

Even a broken arm was the same, not to mention when it was still intact.

"General, I'm here to help you!" Finally, a soldier broke out of the encirclement of the Qingzhou soldiers and rushed to the side of An Beijing1, kneeling down in front of him.

Bei Ting dropped his blade and grabbed his arm tightly. Just as he was about to pull him up from the ground, Li Hao, who was watching from a distance, laughed.

A howl of pain rang out as a short blade with only the hilt remained on his body.

He let out a hiss as his palm heavily smashed onto the head of the person who helped him. His head was smashed into pieces.

That man was a spy, exchanging his life for his own.

If it wasn't for the fact that Northern Court noticed something was amiss, the knife that had stabbed into his stomach would have stabbed into his heart.

Ah!

Northern Court of An Bei raised his head to the sky and roared, causing everyone below the city to hear the despair and pain in his voice.

This sound made the already crazy soldiers even more crazy.

The actions of the pagoda army were even more insane, they wanted to save their general.

The soldiers of the Azure Province were even faster. They wanted to snatch the heads of the people from the Northern Court.

"An Qing!" Li Heng looked at the one-armed man fighting on top of the huge pile of corpses. He was somewhat anxious, but also somewhat regretful.

Wang Shi Xiu pushed aside the guards protecting him as he looked at the one-armed man below. He tightly held onto the city wall, bit his lips and muttered, "General An!"

There was no place for a scholar to go. He regretted not knowing martial arts, and why he couldn't stand by the side of the Northern Court and help him kill an enemy.

Suddenly, the wall he was tightly holding on to trembled slightly. He suddenly turned his head to look at the black mass in the distance.

It was none other than Ji Zhou, Hubai Battalion's late arrival, and Jing Zhou, Wei Wu's, soldiers.

From the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, several handsome horses dashed towards that huge pile of corpses.

From afar, Li Ye saw An Bei Ting surrounded by the Qingzhou soldiers. He didn't care if his wounds could still be healed and charged towards him.

The green flag on his back seemed to have come alive as it flew out from his back, drawing a sword mark. It circled around Bei Ting, leaving behind a circle of corpses.

Following closely behind Li Ye were Deng Xihu and Zhu Gufeng. They could see what Li Ye was thinking.

When Dengxi Hu saw the people on the pile of corpses, he was even more shocked, and the horse under him sped up even more.

Three light cavalry men charged into the two hundred thousand Qingzhou soldiers, disregarding life and death.

Li Ye grabbed the flying green flag, flipped it back and forth a few times, and killed all the surrounding soldiers.

However, the horse he was riding did not have the support of a divine weapon like the green flag. Several spears pierced through the body of the horse, causing it to groan in pain before it fell to its knees on the ground.

Li Ye followed the horse's fall and flew to the side of the court.

The tip of his feet lightly touched the tip of his spear like a dragonfly touching the water. He used this momentum to move forward a few meters, continuously chopping off the heads of the soldiers surrounding him with the sword in his hand. He then leapt to the side of the Northern Court and knelt before the Northern Court.

He suddenly flicked his hand, and with one hand grasping the hidden arrow in the air, he split the arrow in two with two fingers of his left hand. With a flick of his left hand, he shot into the throat of the wounded archer behind him.

Zhu Gu Feng and Deng Xi Hu were not to be outdone, either. The Hundred Forging Swallow Feathers Blade in Zhu Gu Feng's hand shone with a silver light, and cut a path that led to a pile of corpses.

Looking at the one-armed War God in front of Li Ye, they, like Li Ye, half-knelt in front of the Northern Court.

It was the imperial court's flying fish that came late, causing this war god to suffer many wounds that he shouldn't have suffered.

When the soldiers of the Azure Province saw that the three people who had just arrived stepped back, they did not dare to move forward.

One broken arm was already enough for them to bear, not to mention the fact that three of them were still unharmed!

Deng Xihu slowly climbed onto the corpse heap and looked around at the surrounding Qingzhou soldiers. He was looking for someone, he wanted to bring that person back from the crooked road!

Deng Dingjun had already discovered the stunned brat on the corpse pile. His head shrunk back and hid behind more soldiers. He was afraid that he would be found. He was afraid that his son, who had already grown into a tiger, would meet him.

He knew that if the Northern Court did not die and tens of thousands of troops rushed over, the Azure Province's army would definitely lose. He also knew that he would die for sure. He couldn't show himself now and let Deng Xi Hu find him. It was enough if Deng Dingjun died for the family, but he couldn't fill in Deng Xi Hu.

When the hundreds of thousands of soldiers clashed with the disheartened Qingzhou Army, Zhao Zijin knew that something was wrong.

It was time to draw a belated end to the farce.