Rebirth

Chapter 3 Thousands of Arrows

"Ming Yan, do you have any last words? The army of Loulan Kingdom has already chased you, if you delay, you will die without a whole body."

Ming Yi finally found a chance to intervene, so how could he not take the opportunity to save some face, coldly With a snort, Ming Yi looked vicious, and sarcastically smugly said.

But upon hearing this, Ming Yan suddenly stopped laughing wildly, turned around and left resolutely, completely ignoring Ming Yi's deliberate provocation, completely ignoring Ming Yi's vicious thoughts.

"Brothers, I am sorry for you. Today, I am afraid I will let you die with me!" Ming Yan smiled wryly, then waved his cloak, knelt down on one knee, and spoke to the remaining group of brothers in an obscure voice. Sound apologetic.

But hearing this apology, the rest of the soldiers were startled for a while, but after you looked at me and I looked at you, they all knelt down on their knees and shouted bravely, raising their arms.

"The King Cheng will last forever, and the Red Flame Army will last forever!"

"The King Cheng will last forever, and the Red Flame Army will last forever!" "The King Cheng will last forever, and the Red Flame Army will last forever

!"

The blood in Ming Yan's chest surged, and the expression of guilt on his face was gradually replaced by relief.

That's right, all those under his command are good sons who are not afraid of death. Death in battle is the final destination of soldiers. If they meet again in the next life, they will definitely be brothers again.

Ming Yan's face gradually burst into a deathly smile, and then slowly stood up, the Nether Spear in his hand showed a sharp tip, Ming Yan once again took the lead and rushed to the front.

'I'd rather be a dead ghost than bow my head and surrender' This is the military order he made when he established the Red Flame Army, and now it's time to honor it.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Under the leadership of Ming Yan, the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers have completely disregarded life and death. The pitiful few people have scarlet eyes, like bloodthirsty Shura, fighting with the enemy's million-strong army.

Ming Yi above the city, seeing this scene, had an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"A group of lunatics are all fooled by Ming Yan's rule!"

As time went by, the tens of thousands of Chiyan Army gradually became thousands, then hundreds, dozens, and finally only Ming Yan, who was seriously injured, got off alone.

But even so, among the millions of troops of Loulan Kingdom, only a few hundred thousand people were killed by these tens of thousands. This is a myth, the last myth left by the Red Flame Army in the world!

Blood-stained white armor, his body was full of scratches left by swords, blood was constantly overflowing, but Ming Yan was so red-eyed, he didn't care that he was already at the end of his battle.

When forced to do nothing, the leader of the enemy army could only order the soldiers to retreat, and then asked the archers to equip their crossbows with sharp swords, ready to go!

Seeing this scene, Ming Yan put away his spear, looked up to the sky and let out a miserable laugh.

It was in vain that he was brave and good at fighting all his life, but he never thought that he would be killed by a traitor because he favored a villain. In the end, he actually wanted to use this death method of piercing the heart with ten thousand arrows to understand his life.

The yellow sand of the Saibei Desert became his final resting place.

Ridiculous, sad!

Suddenly thrusting the spear into the yellow sand, Ming Yan held the handle of the gun tightly with one hand to ensure that he would not fall down, and then slowly turned around in front of thousands of archers.

This is the last time, let him take a good look at the great rivers and mountains he guards.

A moment later, the sound of bows and arrows piercing the air came from the ear, all the arrows were fired, and the place where Ming Yan was standing was pierced so that there was no place to stay.

The chest was completely pierced by countless bows and arrows, and the blood surging in the chest could no longer be suppressed, overflowing the corners of the mouth uncontrollably, splashing on the yellow sand of the desert.

After Ming Yan's body shook, he still stood on the spot with strength, his aloof and stubborn back was like the cold pine in Saibei, and he would never admit defeat.