"It doesn't matter, as long as this personal guard is killed, the proud young man will definitely give himself a proud death."
Poqiang Haoshuai felt cold in his heart, but was aroused to anger, so he patted his horse and fought with Pang De.
With a clang, the two horses passed each other.
The Po Qiang marshal was horrified: there was such a fierce person in the Xiliang army, and this person was just the young man's bodyguard.
Taking a closer look at the personal guard who was confronting him, Poqiang Haoshuai couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart: What's wrong with his eyes?
It looks like a goshawk, a yellow wolf, or a tiger, but it doesn't look like a human.
There is a wild ferocity and bloodthirsty expectation in the black eyes.
That's right, the guard opposite seems to have completely forgotten human emotions, turning himself into a beast that just wants to tear the other person apart.
After that, Poqiang Haoshuai saw a smile spread out from the corner of the guard's mouth: You are not a dishonest person at all.
Suddenly, the mocking look in his eyes and the corner of his mouth completely stimulated Po Qiang Haoshuai's courage.
However, it was this courage that caused him to lose his life earlier.
The man and the horse merged into one, and in an instant Pang De had once again rushed in front of Po Qiang Hao Shuai.
This action without any warning signs gave Po Qiang Hao Shuai a kind of suspicious illusion, as if he was in a world that would never wake up.
Nightmare.
Another knife strike Po Qiang Haoshuai did not expect that this personal guard would be the first to take action again.
He quickly grasped the sword with both hands and blocked it with all his strength despite being on guard. when I saw the rogue Qiang handsome man being rushed backwards by the powerful force and smashing into the ground.
As a series of "crack" sounds could be heard, Poqiang Haoshuai's arm was broken off by the shock.
Finally, he vomited blood and died from exhaustion.
And his biggest doubt before he died was: How could this personal guard have such strength?
In fact, Pang De's strength is indeed much better than that of the poor Qiang.
But the more important reason is that Pound rode a war horse with stirrups: Pound relied on the rear force of the stirrups to completely withstand the impact of the war horse and the resistance of the broken Qiang hero.
His whole body was just slightly startled.
Then he sat down steadily.
It was really a battle with no technical content.
I originally wanted to gain some combat experience from it.
If I had known that this handsome man would be defeated in two blows, I might as well try it myself.
He inherited Jin Ma Chao's martial arts and didn't travel through time.
The man murmured.
I thought about it, but then I found another reasonable reason for my timidity: it's not that the enemy is too weak, but that we are too strong.
Even if the Three Kingdoms compiled a ranking list of powerful players, Pang De would still be in the top thirty no matter what.
Moreover, this was a conservative estimate with a 20% discount.
"Young Master, I am lucky to have fulfilled my duty," Pang De, who had killed the Po Qiang tycoon, returned to Ma Chao and said calmly.
And his eyes also regained the clarity and calmness of a normal person, and even seemed to hesitate to speak.
"Ling Ming has something to say, but there's no harm in saying it."
"At this moment, our army is in charge" "Of course."
Ma Chao didn't wait for Pound to finish, he understood what he was saying, suddenly pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, and pointed it directly at the enemy: "Warriors, the future of Xiliang will be written by you.
At this time, let me see your bravery. " "Drink!"
The three thousand Xiliang cavalry roared one after another, like fierce ghosts appearing in the world, roaring into Poqiang's defense circle.
However, those Poqiang soldiers whose morale was greatly reduced were so timid that even the soldiers in the rear dropped their weapons and fled on horseback.
The sudden attack made these Poqiang soldiers, whose morale had been greatly reduced, panicked and became as timid as a mouse after meeting a cat.
Although they had organized a simple defense, in their panic they were trampled to the ground by the oncoming Xiliang cavalry before they could prepare for battle.
Some of the Poqiang soldiers turned around and ran away, only to find that their horses had already been fighting; some were running around like headless flies, screaming wildly.
And more of them were crushed and impaled by the swarming cavalry after delivering a brutal blow.
Their lives were as fragile as broken bamboo slips.
Like a vulture landing, the Po Qiang soldier who was suddenly struck was just a piece of meat beside the mouth of the Xiliang cavalry, waiting for the most ruthless gnawing.
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Ma Chao did not personally ride the horse to participate in the killing, but those Xiliang cavalry did not have a trace of doubt: the young master had completely conquered their hearts with countless heroic gestures half a year ago.
At this time, the young master watched the battlefield quietly, perhaps just feeling emotional this time.
But how did they know that this Xiliang Zhijin looked calm?
My heart has already been filled with clouds and waves
The time-traveling man in the twenty-first world is just a technician at an agricultural base station, and he has never even killed a chicken.
Have you ever seen such a cruel and cruel scene?
Yes, the scenes on TV and movies are much more gory than these.
But the special effects on TV and movies are far from that realistic.
Ma Chao, a man who traveled through time, saw people turning into ghosts in an instant, desperate to end each other's lives: he saw the broken limbs and broken arms with blood flowing out; he saw the hatred that was wiped out when the swords collided.
Sparks; he also saw the desperate and cruel eyes of people before they died.
Ma Chao tried his best to hold back the churning in his stomach, but at the same time, he also felt that there was an urge to try in this body.
His body longed to engage in a blood-to-blood fight in person, to let swords and arrows talk directly, and for strength to collide directly.
He even understood that he wanted to behead his opponent as the highest honor.
This is the body of a perverted murderer However, in troubled times, only this body can survive On the battlefield, people are slaughtered like animals.
Ma Chao gradually smelled the thick smell of blood.
The hot feeling suddenly stimulated his brain, his nerves, and every cell in his body, making him seem to turn into a life-seeking creature from Jiuyou in an instant. demon Finally, a poor, panic-stricken Poqiang soldier fled in front of Ma Chao.
Ma Chao didn't hesitate at all.
He just relied on his body's instinct to swing the sword lightly and quickly.
The head flew towards the sky, and the warm blood suddenly splashed like waves, spraying onto Ma Chao's face.
Licking the corner of his mouth, he tasted the blood: it was salty.
Ma Chao smiled.
He seemed to be disgusted by the blood staining his brocade-white shirt.
He suddenly tore off the cloak behind him and rushed out on horseback.
At this moment, Ma Chao felt that he had truly integrated into this troubled world where life was as cheap as a piece of grass.
There was no emotion, no thinking, and even no neighing in his ears.
The sound of knives, roars, and howls, which are unique sounds on the battlefield, are not harsh to the ears, but these are ruthlessly blocked by the brain.
In the ears, all that is heard is the wild and violent cry of killing in the heart.
At this moment, the Xiliang Zhijin, who was superb in martial arts, cold, ruthless and extremely proud, returned to the troubled times and the battlefield he knew and loved.
Xiliang Jinma Chao, it is impossible that the bravery of the body and the obsession in the heart can be lost just because of being transported once.
Galloping on the battlefield, the silver gun has been pulled out by Ma Chao, blood-devouring and merciless; the old soul is ignited, and Ma Chao's personality is as cold as ice I will never forget the beauty of Xiliang on the battlefield: