Zhao Wudi didn't swing the knife, he clearly felt it, it was just a gentle wave of the knife with the help of his hand, and then, the knife was still a knife, an ordinary border army standard weapon.
When the seven kills were cracked, the knife was exhausted, and a touch of disappointment and even despair appeared in his heart.
Because the man in black was unexpectedly powerful and shattered Zhao Wuyi's strongest sword, the next battle was destined to be very difficult and hard, and it was very likely that he would die tonight.
He was unwilling and longed for greater power, and it was in this situation that the knife in his hand seemed to hear his heart, and changed, slashing out the terrifying and desperate sword.
Hehe, it seems that the change of the knife is not a bad thing, and he is not controlled by the knife, and he became a slave of the knife, but it is a little prostration, and it is still very cost-effective.
"Puff" Zhao Wushu was weak, sitting on the ground with his buttocks, and he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand, leaving his mouth open and closed, and he breathed heavily.
"Brother, what's wrong with you" Qin Gang, who was covered in blood, limped over, blocked in front of Zhao Wudi, and pointed at the man in black with a knife in one hand.
The man in black still held a straight knife in each hand, standing there motionless, his eyes staring at Zhao Wuyi's direction.
"Huh" The sound of something cracking sounded, very slightly, and I saw the man in black starting from the top of his head and going all the way down, and a line of blood appeared in the middle, first oozing blood beads, then a stream bang Blood rushed out of the body of the man in black like a waterfall, turning into a rain of blood, fluttering and sprinkling, drenching Qin Gang and Zhao Wuving's face all over the head.
And the man in black is now two, and he has been split into two, Qin Gang is still interested in making two comparisons, and shouted: "There are still a few more points on the left." ” The man in black was killed, Qin Huaiyu immediately ran to Zhao Wudi's side, asked with concern, and was so enthusiastic that he couldn't stand it, and shouted vigorously: "I'm really not injured, I'm just tired."
The battle outside is also over, after all, this place is the territory of the Tang army, as the fighting time gets longer and longer, there are constantly border army soldiers coming to reinforce, and even use a strong crossbow to wipe out all the rest of him.
"General, General" This is Qin Dashan's killer, stumbling into the lobby, but because the light is too dim, he can't adapt for a while, and he didn't find Qin Huaiyu.
Seeing Qin Dashan crying and scurrying around like a headless fly, Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but scold: "Kill talents, Lao Tzu is not dead yet, there is no need for you to cry and mourn." ” "General, third uncle, Zhao boy, you are all hehe, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, thank you to the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, thank you Amitabha" Qin Dashan saw that the general could still scold him with full anger, it seemed that there was nothing serious, and the heart that had been mentioning it finally fell, and he immediately grinned and recited the words, and thanked all the gods and Buddhas who could think of it.
Such a big thing happened to the Great General, it was tantamount to shaking the mountains at one time, and its impact was even more extreme than the natural vision during the day, which made people extremely shocked and angry.
The natural vision is too ethereal, but the assassination of the general is extremely real, the dignified general was assassinated in Shuofang City, under the protection of nearly 10,000 troops, which makes the soldiers of the Tang Border Army embarrassed If this influence is indeed too bad, if it is not properly handled, the morale of the three armed forces will be turbulent and low, but on the contrary, if it is handled well, it can also stimulate the fighting spirit of the three armed forces, so that they can share the same hatred for the enemy and bravely kill the enemy.
Who dared to assassinate the generals in the army of ten thousand horses, if there was no explanation, wouldn't everyone be in danger of the generals Wei Wenchang, Zhao Zheng, and Xue Nashuo Fang were on duty on the city wall, and the high-level people in the army basically came.
The extinguished candles had been rekindled, dancing and swaying in the wind, and the house was filled with candlelight splashing like water, rippled by the churning of the wind.
The lobby was empty and messy, and in the cold candlelight, the corpses divided into two halves, large patches of dark red blood, and a severed arm, looked very dazzling and weird.
Tonight's assassination caused great casualties to the general's personal guards, killing twenty-nine people on the spot, and almost all of the rest were wounded.
Among them, two people who are missing arms and legs, and three people who have suffered heavy injuries to their chests and abdomen, don't know if they can survive tonight.
The general's walk was gloomy and bleak, and the wailing was endless.
In an assassination, a general's personal guards were almost abolished, and if he could still run all over the ground steadily, Qin Dashan would be killed.
Xue Na had already sent someone to the wounded barracks, picked up the Lang Zhong from the bed, and then slipped them over like a sheep, so that many Lang Zhong were disheveled and embarrassed.
Moreover, most of them are bare-handed, what to take to treat the wound Wei Wenchang scolded Xue Na, leaving only ten Langzhong, and the others returned to the wounded barracks, after all, the wounded soldiers in the battalion could not be left unattended.
As for the equipment, medicines, etc., which were needed by Langzhong, Langzhong, who had returned to the wounded barracks, prepared them properly, and then brought them back by Xue Na's own soldiers.
Outside, it was freezing cold, the cold wind was biting, and there were too many wounded soldiers, and the people who lost blood were already afraid of the cold, and if they had to delay any longer, they would die without bleeding and would be frozen to death.
Therefore, all of them, including Qin Gang, were carried back to the barracks to treat their wounds.
Xue Na was directing the cleanup of the battlefield, and the remains of the man in black in the lobby were also dragged out, and as for the bloodstains, he had to shovel off a layer of loess on the ground.
The door was broken, and the third watch didn't have time to repair it in the middle of the night, and a gust of north wind poured in from the doorway, making people shiver with cold.
Zhao Zheng asked people to add two braziers, burned the charcoal fire red, and asked people to find a screen from the warehouse to block the door, and after a while, there was a trace of warmth in the room.
Qin Huaiyu was injured on his left arm, and was swept by the blade of the man in black, and was cut with a wound seven or eight inches long, which looked very scary, but in fact, it was only a skin injury, and it did not hurt the muscles and bones.
Such wounds are just commonplace for people in the army, and they are really nothing.
If a general does not have one or two such wounds on his body, he is embarrassed to tell people that he is a mixed in the army.
Qin Huaiyu's injury, he was cleaned by Langzhong, applied medicinal powder, and then wrapped it with a clean white cloth.
Mo'er came, but the people didn't have time to take care of the general's wound now, and they were wiping their tears there while counting Zhao Wuving.
If it weren't for Lao Liu Tou remembering Zhao Wudi's advice, sitting behind the door, holding his back against the door panel, and not letting her go out, Mo'er would have been running out impatiently.
Zhao Wudi sat on the ground, his head and face were covered with blood, and as for his body, it was even more unbearable, the whole person in blood clothes.
Zhao Wudi explained vigorously that he was really not injured, it was all other people's blood, and he was just a little tired.
However, this set didn't work at all, Mo'er touched his whole body eight times, and kept counting: "Every time I say this, it's not annoying, can't it make people worry":