Noble Husband At the Door

"Kill!"

Saber Twelve pulled out his broadsword and licked the blood on the tip of the saber. He sneered and rushed in the next second.

With the leading of the three leaders, although their men had been seriously injured, they still rushed out.

Although it looked like an egg hitting a stone, when the morale rose, it was also like a knife stabbing an elephant!

A team of 1,000 people charged once, failed once, and lost 100 people every time they charged.

Once again, they failed again and lost another hundred people.

However, just like the leading Saber Twelve and Manfred who did not care about their lives, this team was also desperate.

If they failed once, then next time.

If they failed next time, then next time.

After six consecutive charges, there were less than 300 people left behind Saber Twelve and Manfred.

This was a trump card, the most elite troop in the Mysterious Man Alliance.

But it was still difficult to resist the siege of the crowd.

However, the other party was obviously not much better. The originally thick crowd wall was now forced out a huge depression.

They stopped, and many battles stopped. They all looked over.

The soldiers of Gai Luo City in the charging range also slowly put down their knives.

Everyone was afraid of fierce men, but they were more afraid of people who weren't afraid of death.

No one wanted to be the target of the next charge, because both the enemy and himself would die.

There were some who were trembling with fear, as well as extremely worried. However, none of them were to block those concave cracks.

Even the people at the end of the depression began to slowly retreat.

"These guys... Damn it, what

benefits did Samuel give them? Is it worth it for them to risk their lives like this? Ye Shijun was obviously shocked by the spirit of such a Man of Sacrifice and frowned in O confusion.

For people like him, it was naturally difficult for him to understand the cohesion and courage of a team. He could not understand what was called love.

Life was great because of love. It was also because of love that people became more explosive and more horrible.

Fu Tian also gritted his teeth. He hated that the Way of Heaven was unfair. He hated why God gave Samuel such an elite army. If God had given it to them, Samuel would have died many times. "If they want to die, we should help them." Fu Tian said coldly in a cold voice.

"Send someone over to help them. If they want to die, then let them be," Ye Shijun said with a cold laugh.

"Haha, okay, I'll arrange it now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Tian waved his hand. Several high-ranking officials immediately took the lead and rushed over with a group of disciples.

With reinforcements, the soldiers on the side of the depression finally calmed down a little, and then they raised their knives again.

"If you want to die, I'll help you." The Fu family's Generals raised their sabers and shouted angrily, "You're just a group of dying people. Why are we afraid?" "All generals, listen up and follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the generals took the lead and directly raised the spear.

With the generals as the leader, the group of soldiers regained their morale and rushed up with him.

In mid-air, the last flame of Mo

Beitian was coming to an end. Relying on his reckless strength, he could pretend to be strong for a while, but he could not drag it on for long. As the Blackhill Enchantress and the white-faced Jade Devil exerted their strength at the same time, the end of Mo Beitian was coming.

On the ground, Saber Twelve and Manfred also fell down under the charge of the senior generals of the Fu family. The 300 soldiers behind them also fell down one by one

under the siege of the novel?

Blood dyed the land red, and the sky red.

At this time, Samuel's side...