Wang Shouren held the sword in both hands, and he took a deep breath, and at this time, his face was full of blood.
His beard was a mess, and the blood was congealed on his plate armor, but at this moment, even he was angry.
Yang Wen died, because he couldn't dodge, he fell down for a while, and then was trampled by countless people and horses, his plate armor finally couldn't bear it, and it was deeply recessed, and then broke through to his chest, and finally suffocated to death.
This is what Wang Shouren saw with his own eyes, this boy who has always been silent, always didn't say a word in the past, but no matter what he asked him to do, he could do it meticulously, but when he remembered his parents who were far away in Tianjin Wei, he would always secretly cry in the tent, so it became a joke for a while.
Yang Wen is a cowardly person, but today, his performance can not be described as heroic, seeing that the war horse was about to collide with his companions, he rushed out of the queue one by one and tore up with the other party, but now, he fell in a pool of blood, Wang Shouren couldn't even see his face.
Wang Shouren's eyes were bloodshot, this once skilled jinshi with bows and horses, and now he let out an angry roar: "Kill" "Killing" countless people raised their swords, like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep, plunged headlong into the chaotic Tatar array, and their minds were blank, and only revenge remained.
Xu Jie felt that his right hand was dislocated, he held the sword in one hand, still standing forward, he was like everyone else, he was already crazy, passively being hit by those Tatars again and again, he was already holding back a stomach of fire, when he realized that these Tatars were nothing more than that, when he saw a familiar person falling, life and death did not know, when he saw Ye Chunqiu and Wang Shouren had taken the lead in rushing into the enemy formation, he was unconscious all of a sudden, his ears were pierced into the eardrum of roars and wails, under his nose was a pungent bloody breath, his blood was hot, It was boiling hot, like a raging fire, and he wielded his sword, only wanting to slay any enemy who stood in his way.
And at this time Quiet, eerily quiet, outside the school grounds, no one made a sound.
But at this moment, when I saw the chaos and the fierce battle that was completely indistinguishable from each other, the kind of killing that came from instinct was enough to make everyone silent.
Now, as if there was no more cheering, everyone just watched quietly, very seriously, everywhere there was flesh and blood, blood gathered in the low-lying places, and the people who were not dead were wailing on the ground, and immediately someone stepped on it, and stabbed it fiercely with a sword, and then more blood and brains spurted out.
This is no longer a battle, more like a killing, and both sides are eager to tear the other to pieces.
At this time, not many of the iron warriors who were still fighting fell, and there were fewer and fewer people wearing leather armor, and the cavalry that lost the impact of their horses was brave, but in the face of these warriors who were armed to the teeth, but they were full of physical strength, and they were almost powerless to fight back.
So everything became crushing, one side down, first the Tatars fought against them, then two or three people surrounded and suppressed a Tatar, and then the Tatars became fewer and fewer, and the rest panicked, they wanted to escape, they were terrified to the extreme, and even the bravest people, seeing their companions being chopped to pieces like melons and vegetables, would also be afraid.
When they fought back with all their might, but only sparks splashed and made a sonorous sound, they realized that something was wrong, so someone rushed towards the periphery of the school field, and at this time, a team of guards had surrounded the school field, and as soon as the bloodied people approached, the surrounding Jin Wuwei and the imperial guards raised their knives one after another, forcing them back.
Don't let anyone go.
How they killed the horsemen in the first place, now is the time to return blood for blood and tooth for tooth.
The onlookers saw this scene, but no one made a sound, which was obviously against the law of decisive victory, but now, everyone regarded it as not seeing.
Then the desperate Tatar turned around, and there was already a clash of new soldiers with swords, and he was in complete despair, and sat down on the ground, saying things that no one else understood, and then someone stepped on him, and someone stabbed him in the chest with a long sword.
All this made the blood of the Tatars finally aroused, they were red-eyed, and moved closer to Zulu, Zulu was covered in blood, he held a knife, rushed left and right like a madman, his strength was great, like a wild bull, Xu Jie and others surrounded him, someone tried to step forward, he was like a gibbon, pulled this person, and then fell to the ground fiercely. bang Even if there is plate armor to protect them, it is enough to make those who rush forward almost fall to death, and a few people are busy rushing up to drag the people on the ground out, in a vain attempt to rescue, while more people surround the murderous Zulu, but they no longer come forward easily.
At this time, a voice said: "Get out of the way" The familiar voice, Xu Jie and the others looked back, and saw Ye Chunqiu, who was covered in blood, holding a broken sword in one hand, and untying the silver armor on his body with the other, and the parts of the plate armor fell to the ground one by one, revealing Ye Chunqiu's underwear.
The blood stains on Ye Chunqiu's face covered the handsomeness on his face, but a pair of eyes were still sharp, he stepped forward step by step, adjusted his breathing, and then said in a calm voice, "You guys press the formation, I'll solve it." ” Seven died, and the number wounded was at least several times that number.
This is the result that Ye Chunqiu saw.
And everyone, Ye Chunqiu has been with them day and night, and they have talked and laughed with them, and they respect themselves as teachers, so Ye Chunqiu stepped forward step by step, he looked at Zulu who gritted his teeth and looked hideous, Ye Chunqiu held the sword tighter, he pursed his mouth, and when he slowly walked to the distance of two zhang in front of Zulu, the others had already dispersed, but they surrounded Zulu from afar.
Ye Chunqiu's figure is tall, although he has reached one meter seven, but in the face of Zulu, he still needs to look up, the corners of Ye Chunqiu's mouth are slightly hooked, he looks extremely calm and calm, and a cold voice comes out of his mouth: "It is said that you are the first warrior of Tatar, and I also know a little about killing people, so I ask General Zulu for advice." ” Wen Xuan's words did not make people feel funny.
On the contrary, it made people feel the coldness and affection in his tone, Ye Chunqiu held the sword in both hands, and still looked at Zulu intently: "Please." ” Zulu was already furious, he never expected the Golden Horde to experience such a losing battle.
The whole army was wiped out, but the whole army was wiped out, and now, there are only a few people left.
With red eyes, he looked at Ye Chunqiu's gaze with monstrous hatred, he clenched the scimitar in his hand, his face was hideous, and he said in impure Chinese: "Very good, then I will slaughter you, slaughter your Han dog" Without hesitation, he tore off the tattered leather armor from his body, revealing his body like a small mountain, and raised his scimitar with a wild roar.
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