Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

His roar was heart-wrenching, like the last roar of a dying beast.

He drew out the heavy ring-handled saber, and pointed the trembling tip at the fleeing soldiers who were retreating hastily from his side.

At this point, we can’t care about their disunity.

He adopted the most coercive approach.

"He who deserts the battlefield shall die!"

With a flash of the knife, two panicked heads flew high into the air.

Warm blood sprayed onto the scorching yellow sand, instantly emitting a scorching mist. The corpse twitched and fell, triggering even more chaotic screams and trampling.

However, killing could no longer reverse the tide of defeat.

All that remained under his command were a few thousand of the most ferocious warriors who had been forced into desperate situations.

They are all people of the underworld. Although they do not abide by many military disciplines, their will to survive is no weaker than that of the Changbaishan troops.

At this moment, they all surrounded Yang Guangnian, their eyes were red, the bloodshot eyes were driven out by death and madness.

"Commander!"

A personal guard commander with a hideous scar on his face roared, his voice cracking.

"There's no water! Our escape route is cut off! We're dead anyway!"

The muscles on Yang Guangnian's face twitched violently, and his eyes swept over the faces that were also swallowed by despair.

Finally, his sight fell on a sand pit that was slightly sheltered from the wind.

There, lying were a dozen huge, strong camels that had been injured in the previous fight and driven to the rear.

The tremendous vitality and painful gasps became the last flame of hope at this moment.

"No water?"

Yang Guangnian suddenly grinned, his smile was extremely ferocious and terrifying, and his white teeth flashed coldly on his bloodstained face.

"Isn't that water? Kill them! Let these beasts do their last bit for our brothers!"

After a brief moment of shock, the soldiers under his command burst into an almost frantic cry.

That is the madness of seeing a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation and grabbing it even if it means drinking poison to quench thirst!

The heavy sword was raised high, whistling through the wind, and chopped fiercely at the camel's thick neck!

puff!

A huge column of hot, sticky blood with a pungent and strong fishy smell suddenly gushed out!

The camel's dying cry pierced through the yellow sand, but was immediately drowned out by its excited roar.

The gushing beast blood fell into the wide-open, thirsty, cracked mouth and onto the soldiers' scalding armor, emitting a strong smell of blood and heat.

"Drink! Drink big!"

Yang Guangnian raised his head and let the warm camel blood splatter on his face and body.

He opened his mouth wide and greedily swallowed the fishy, ​​sweet and sticky liquid.

Like wine from hell.

Blood flowed along the outline of his jaw and dripped onto the sand like the remaining drops from the cup of hell.

"One last charge!"

"If you don't succeed, you will die!"

There was still a fishy smell in his throat, and his frantic shouts came out hoarsely with blood foam.

The blood-drinking remnants of the Red Blood Alliance were like completely violent and bloodthirsty monsters.

There was only a final, animalistic, crazy red light left in his eyes.

They no longer retreated or organized an effective defense, but instead roared and counterattacked.

He recklessly charged towards the Daqian army that was following him and chasing him.

The blade became even more violent, carrying with it the blood of beasts and a ferocious disregard for one's own life or death.

The scorching yellow sand was soaked with the broken limbs of soldiers from both sides, giving it a dark, disgusting black-brown color.

Changbai Mountain stood in front of the army, like a black stone that had been eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years.

Hot sand and dust lashed against his cracked breastplate, leaving behind rust-like stains.

The long knife he held tightly in his hand had long since bent its blade, and the cold light was gone, leaving only deep gouges, like dry bones gnawed by wild beasts.

He stared at the final madness that erupted from the Red Blood Alliance in front of him after drinking blood. There was no ripple in his eyes, only deep sorrow and a heart-pounding silence.

He knew that the final cleanup had begun.

This long tug of war has finally come to an end.

There is no joy of victory, only acquiescence to death.

Daqian's black-armored infantry no longer pressed forward in tight formations.

They separated quickly and silently, like water seeping into the cracks of stubborn stone.

Elite teams carrying powerful crossbows cut into the battlefield like wedges.

The crossbow demonstrated ruthless efficiency in close combat.

The sound of the strings is like tearing silk, and the sharp strings break the wind.

puff puff!

The sound of a crossbow arrow piercing through flesh and bones at close range was dull and short.

No matter how the opponent howled and waved his weapon, the crossbowman's movements were calm and rigid as he stringed the bow, nocked the arrow, and aimed at the vital points.

The "creaking" sound of the bowstring being repeatedly pulled, mixed with the dull sound of the sharp blade piercing the human body, constituted the main theme of the clearing.

The neighing of the war horses was forcibly suppressed, but the smell of rust and blood in the air became stronger and stronger.

The encirclement slowly but firmly shrank in the blood.

Chang Baishan moved forward step by step, stepping over the sticky blood sand, stepping over the hot scales and limbs that had long been cold.

Occasionally, a dying soldier of the Red Blood Alliance would crawl out from the pile of corpses.

His eyes were unfocused but he instinctively swung the broken knife and stabbed.

Chang Baishan didn't even have to move sideways to block, the elite soldiers beside him would rush forward in one step.

Like the most loyal and cold shadow, a flash of cold light ended all obstacles.

Chang Baishan didn't even glance at me, his steps were heavy but his direction remained unchanged.

Every step left a bloody footprint on the parched sand.

The last small area in the center of the battlefield has become a huge and shrinking Shura field.

Resistance grew thinner and more desperate.

Yang Guangnian was still struggling in the core. The saber in his hand had long since broken, leaving only half the blade attached to the twisted handle. He was covered in blood, from the enemy, the camel, and his own.

The heavy armor was shattered in many places, revealing the torn flesh underneath.

Each heavy breath felt like pulling on a worn-out bellows.

When two heavy spears suddenly pierced through the gap between his lower abdomen and shoulder armor from the left and right sides, his body, which was fighting frantically, suddenly stiffened.

puff!puff!

The spear blade pierced his back with blood.

The last bit of blood and energy that supported his madness seemed to be instantly drained by the cold spear tip that pierced through his body.

He tried to raise the broken blade again, but his hand dropped heavily.

A huge force pulled him like prey on a chopping block.

He raised his head and through his blood-stained eyes, he vaguely saw Changbaishan passing through the last smoke and sparse fighting crowd.

It was approaching step by step like a towering mountain, bringing with it an indescribable heavy pressure.

"Asshole...Asshole."

Yang Guangnian's lips moved, blood foam oozing from the corners of his mouth. The last trace of madness faded from his hoarse roar.

All that remains is empty despair and a hint of deep mockery, I don't know whether it is self-mockery or mockery of fate.

Chang Baishan stood in front of Yang Guangnian.

A mixture of blood and sweat flowed like streams along the deep wrinkles on his forehead.