Chapter 40 The Legend of Undefeated - A Thousand Miles of Fast Wind Different people will naturally have different lives, but this requires a premise, that is, to be able to control their own lives freely.
In the entire Great Song Kingdom, there are not many people who can temporarily control their own destiny freely, and Meng Yuanzhi is definitely one of them.
Since leaving the green mountains and green waters, the prosperous and peerless Great Song Dynasty, Meng Yuanzhi has found that his martial arts skills are constantly getting stronger.
He wasn't surprised by this, he deserved it.
In the past, when you had to eat, you only had to sit behind the table and wait, and immediately there would be a table of hearty meals waiting for you to enjoy.
It's different now, just now for a piece of dried mutton, he has killed a full seven people.
It is actually inaccurate to say that so many people died for a piece of mutton, if it wasn't for Meng Yuanzhi selling some agate in Haser City, these seven thieves would not have caught up.
The image of the Song people is very bad in the desert, so bad that as long as it is a person, they want to rob it, and there are not a few people who are put into the pot and cooked and eaten.
As a result, the merchants of the Great Song Dynasty rarely entered the depths of the Gobi to trade with the savages here, while Xu Dongsheng had to rely on the strength of the Persians to ensure that his caravans could return safely.
Meng Yuanzhi's journey was extremely difficult, he would be poisoned when he ate, he would be assassinated in the middle of the night when he stayed in a hotel, he would be difficult to buy something, even if he drank some water in the river shared by everyone, he would be driven away or charged a very expensive fee.
It feels very bad to be rejected by everyone, and I originally wanted to find Wei Chi Zhuozhuo's group of people peacefully.
Then bring them back safely, and don't want to mess with anything along the way.
It's a pity that this makes him wishful thinking, but fortunately.
He finally understood something.
In the Gobi, fists are far more important than etiquette.
So, he basically killed here all the way.
At this time, Meng Yuanzhi would rather think that these seven people came to hunt down and kill him for the piece of mutton in his mouth.
It's going to feel a little more quaint.
Just like in the Spring and Autumn Period, warriors like myself haunted the wasteland, killing people in anger just for a promise, and blood spattered five steps.
A warrior without restraint is a real warrior.
Don't bother.
If everything is wrong, just hand it out with a big sword and spear, and everything will naturally settle down.
The bodies of those men fell right beside him.
The strong smell of blood did not prevent him from cooking dried mutton on the small bonfire and eating it.
The iron spear was at his side, the long knife was in front of him, and the crossbow full of crossbows was within reach.
As long as his weapon was still around, Meng Yuanzhi felt that he could go anywhere.
The corpse under the ass was slowly cooling.
His broth was getting hotter and hotter.
The rammed walls of Hasr City are not far from here.
When Meng Yuanzhi was eating, he could still see the city wall like a thin line.
However, a yellow dust appeared between the city wall and himself, and one of the enemies had fled just now, and now it should be reinforcements who were looking for trouble.
Meng Yuanzhi shook his head and began to bow his head to eat his broth, the naan cake was already swollen in the broth, and the naan cake full of rich broth tasted the most enjoyable at this time.
A pot of broth was quickly eaten by him, and Meng Yuanzhi patted his stomach with satisfaction.
Looking at the yellow dust that was getting closer, he tied up his loose hair with a handkerchief.
Lifting the iron spear, he hung the long knife on the side of the warhorse, and the crossbow on the other side.
He didn't like armor very much, and many times he felt that shedding a little blood would be very helpful for improving his combat power.
I learned this from the Iron Lion, and only when I was injured could that part of my body learn how not to get hurt next time.
He couldn't understand this sentence before, but since he came to the desert, especially after the battle in Sandstone Mountain, he had a deep understanding of this sentence.
There were only more than fifty cavalrymen, Meng Yuanzhi really didn't pay attention to it, he untied his face scarf, exposed his very standard Song people's face outside, and immediately raised the slope, waiting for the enemy to come.
The cavalry stopped fifty paces away, and a man from the Western Regions in leather armor like an officer rode forward.
Yizheng said something loudly to Meng Yuanzhi.
Seeing the appearance of this officer, Meng Yuanzhi immediately thought of the official errand of the Great Song Dynasty, even if he couldn't understand what they were saying, he could guess a few points by his tone, which made him laugh.
When your strength is higher than that of ordinary people, no matter where the officials are, they will start to reason with you.
Then expect you to be able to tie your hands in the face of their strong scenes.
The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty may have the qualifications to ask Meng Yuanzhi to be captured, and in the face of the savage-like city lord here, Meng Yuanzhi just wants to screw off his head as a night pot.
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As soon as the spear swung, Meng Yuanzhi rushed down the low slope, and the chattering official was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Meng Yuanzhi to rush down directly, and after roaring angrily, he pulled out his scimitar and slashed at Meng Yuanzhi who rushed over.
The spear stabbed at the throat of the official like a dragonfly, and then it was withdrawn like lightning, and the scimitar of the official shook in front of him without touching anything, and there was a bloody hole in his throat, and the cavalry behind him could be vaguely seen from the front.
The detective took a round shield from the official's warhorse, opened a feather arrow in one hand, and then pulled the round shield out with his hand.
The force was so great that the round shield struck the chest of one of the cavalrymen on the far right with a strange whining cry, and the cavalry on the horse was cut in two by the rotating iron shield, and the upper body fell into the dust along with the round shield.
The war horse took two steps forward, and the iron spear in his left hand had already swept out, and the iron spear of the second zhang long shook a lot, but the strength was not very large, and it didn't take much strength to break the throat.
The cavalry, who had just been getting ready, fell into the dust just by seeing a shiny spearhead.
It was unimaginable that a man could stand on a galloping horse and swing a spear, the angle of the scimitar block was too low to seal the spear, and the nearly two-foot-long blade slashed through the throat, and suddenly died and could not die again.
The army formation of fifty people was very weak, when the two people in front of them fell off their horses, the two rows of cavalry in the back faced the rushing Meng Yuanzhi could only avoid both sides, and his war horse roared through the middle of the military formation.
The war horse galloped out at least thirty zhang before stopping, and when the horse came back, the cavalry who had woken up from the panic let out a shout, brandishing a scimitar and went straight to Meng Yuanzhi, who had stopped the war horse.
Meng Yuanzhi put away his spear, raised the crossbow with one hand, and pulled the crossbow string three times in a row, and the three crossbow arrows roared out.
The crossbow was withdrawn, and the long knife was already out of the sheath, this time Meng Yuanzhi did not urge the war horse, but flew out directly from the back of the war horse, and when the cavalry with the arrow fell from the back of the galloping war horse, Meng Yuanzhi, who flew three feet away in the air like a Dapeng bird, stepped on the saddle of the war horse on his toes, and his body rose into the air again, breaking into the most dense central battle formation of the cavalry.
Meng Yuanzhi was unwilling to hurt the war horse, so he always used people as the first to destroy the target in the battle array.
According to Tie Xinyuan, Wei Chi Zhuozhuo's situation is not good, and if they want to return to Qingxiang Valley all the way, it will not work at all without enough war horses.
There are many small countries along the way, and there are many robbers, and the small team may still have a chance to pass, and the team composed of a large group of women and children may not be able to go ten miles away, and it will be embezzled by these countries or thieves, and in the Western Regions, women and children are also a kind of property.
The back of the knife was slashed on the head of the cavalry, Meng Yuanzhi's strength was very good, and seeing more than a dozen cavalrymen fall under the horse, he chose the strongest war horse to settle down.
The rest of the cavalry fled desperately towards the city of Hasr with a bang, and it was only now that they realized what kind of demon the black-eyed man in front of them was.
Meng Yuanzhi did not chase after him, but first retrieved the ownerless war horses that were running around on the battlefield, tied them in a row, and then sat quietly on the side and waited for the cavalry on the ground who had been knocked unconscious by himself to wake up.
With so many war horses, there was no way for him to rush all of them to the mountains of northern Khotan.
He was very measured, there were a total of eighteen cavalrymen who fell to the ground, and three of them didn't wake up for a long time, so Meng Yuanzhi gave them a ride with a spear.
Fifteen cavalrymen looked at Meng Yuanzhi in horror, and kept shouting for mercy.
Meng Yuanzhi was very strange, this guy actually shouted Huiyu, although he didn't understand it very well, he could still understand simple words like surrender.
His spear did not stop at the men's pleas, and continued to stab five hideous-looking savages before stopping.
Pointing to the cavalryman who could speak back to him, he said: "From today on, you are my horse slaves, and those who do not accept it will die!"
” The spoils of this battle were very rich, and the thirty-two excellent war horses made Meng Yuanzhi very satisfied.
Looking back at the city of Hasr in the distance, a low horn sound had already sounded there, and Meng Yuanzhi, who was familiar with the army's regulations, knew that this was an order for the whole army to be prepared.
He asked the cavalryman who could speak back strangely: "I am only one person, why don't the people in this city come out to trouble me anymore?"
” The cavalryman said with a complicated expression, "Hasr City belongs to the Venerable Mullah Mujiz.
There are a hundred and eighty cavalry in the city, and you have just killed the great general Iskar, so Lord Mujiz will not come to you until enough warriors have been recruited. ” Meng Yuan listened to the words of this cavalryman, his heart moved, and he remembered some words that Tie Xinyuan had said, so he mentioned the cavalryman and said, "If you help me capture this city, Lao Tzu will reward you with this city." ” ps: Recently, I became obsessed with a game called "Undefeated Legend", and I played with a lot of blood, and I deliberately borrowed his name to write a bloody legend.