Yan Junjia's head seemed to be pressed behind a big bell and hit the wall of the bell hard. He seemed to hear the sound of bells and drums ringing in unison, which almost made his head split. He instinctively He wanted to hold his head, but the pain of broken bones coming from his right hand made him wake up suddenly. He understood that his life might be in a blink of an eye. If the enemy attacked again, he might really die. .
The fighting habits of Yan Junjiaqi for many years made him react instinctively. Since he couldn't move his right hand, he could still move his legs. He flew up with a leg and swept straight to the right, although he could no longer see his opponent clearly. , but at least I know that the kick to my head just now came from the right side.
Sure enough, this leg swept over a calf. This calf was firm and powerful, like a stone pillar. This hasty sweep did not break or break the leg, but it could still be felt. The body of the owner of the legs shook violently.
With a "bang" sound, a big foot stepped heavily on the side of Yan Junjiaqi's head. Even if he could no longer see it, he could tell from the sound of the wind that the foot was less than a foot away from his head. And he knew very well that this heavy kick was originally aimed at his head. If it hadn't been for his sweeping leg, his head would have been crushed to pieces. Turned into a crushed watermelon.
Yan Junjia's left leg was swept successfully, and his right leg was not idle. He had just tested the enemy's position. He kicked his right leg upwards violently, and the bright and sharp spurs on the soles of his boots were like a spur. A dagger pierced the enemy's thigh.
The feeling of the spurs piercing into the flesh was exactly the same as the feeling when he used the spurs to pierce the fat under the horse's belly countless times. Even the muscles of the person's thighs were tighter than the soft fat on the horse's belly. The feeling of soft fat makes it stronger.
Yan Junjiaqi could even vaguely hear a scream from the roar in his ears. He was ecstatic in his heart, and his left leg was not idle. He continued to raise it a few inches and kicked it upward. This time, he would definitely be able to He had seen these Jin army crossbowmen, who were all wearing light leather armor, so if they hit the opponent's abdomen, they would definitely break the armor and break the intestines!
However, this thundering leg was only halfway through when he felt something hit him hard on the knee. Immediately afterwards, there was no feeling at all below the calf, and a shock that exceeded the feeling when the right metacarpal bone was shattered. Severe pain, like an electric current, came from his right knee. This time he finally reacted and turned into his miserable scream: "My leg, my leg!"
On the right side of Yan Junjia's cavalry, less than a step away, Lin Guoen's big knife fell hard. On the tip of the knife, blood drops were flowing down the blood groove, clattering down like strings of beads. The calf that had just been cut off fell next to the kneeling Zhang Zhi.
The position of this cut was right between the Yan Jun knight's long riding boots and skirt armor. The gap was less than two inches wide. It was only half a inch away. It was impossible to cut off the leg with one knife. No matter how strong it was, or how lucky it was. , all to the extreme. If the emergency rescuer hadn't exploded with strength far beyond normal, how could he have removed one leg of the armored cavalry that was armed like an iron tower? .
Zhang Zhi shook his head in disbelief, even forgetting the severe pain caused by the spur that penetrated his left leg. He murmured: "How is this possible, how is this possible, Guoen, you kid?" Come…………"
Gu Chan suddenly realized something. He gritted his teeth, hugged the riding boot stuck on his left thigh, and pulled it out fiercely. The boot was ripped off from the leg of the Yan Junjia rider. When he came down, there was a strong smell of athlete's foot, which made Zhang Zhizhi frown. At this moment, he could even see the dense calluses and corns on the feet of this Yan Junjia rider.
But Zhang Zhi didn't care to look at this anymore. Holding the boot, the spikes on the spurs on the soles of the boots were still stained with the flesh and blood of his own legs. He jumped on one foot in front of the unconscious Yan Junjiaqi. Lift this boot and push it down hard.
With this thrust, the spur hit the right eye hole of the Yan Junjia Cavalry. The Yan Junjia Cavalry instinctively raised his head, scratched in the air with his left hand, tilted his head, and finally died.
Zhang Zhi breathed a long sigh of relief. The energy he had just summoned suddenly disappeared without a trace. His whole body almost collapsed and he collapsed to the ground. The stinking riding boots slipped from his hands and were hit by this move. The reverse inertia came out from the face of the Yan Army Cavalry. A bloody eyeball was hanging on the tip of the thorn, and several yellow and red intersecting tendons were still connected to the blood-black eye. Above the hole, blood and white brains flowed out from the hole. Anyone who was new to the battlefield would be frightened to death when they saw such a tragic scene.
Zhang Zhi collapsed to the ground. Since the beginning of the army, he has experienced dozens of large and small battles, killing mountains of corpses and seas of blood. There are forty-seven thieves' heads in the military merit tent. As a crossbowman, he has such a high level. The gains he made were already first-class elite soldiers.
But facing the terrifying armored cavalry in this way, close combat without any protection, two experiences of life and death on the thin line, this was the first time he encountered it, and finally killed this enemy cavalry, which made his whole body He became exhausted, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth worthy of his nostalgia, and he just wanted to lie on the ground like this until the end of the world.
Lin Guoen took a big knife and ran to Zhang Zhi's side. He slashed it down hard and chopped it on the neck of the Yan Army Cavalry. This guy's head was like a ball, separated from his shoulders. Lin Guoen laughed loudly. Laughing, he bent down to pick up the head on the ground: "It depends on whether you die this time, brother Afu, this beheading is yours..."
The smile was still on his face. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and an arrow appeared on Lin Guoen's neck. It penetrated his neck directly, and blood flowed down the arrow shaft. The enemy head that Lin Guoen had just mentioned also fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, his knees softened and the body fell down, falling on the decapitated Yan Junjia Cavalry, less than two steps in front of Zhang Zhi. At this point, his eyes were still wide open, but what came out of his mouth was only blood and no more breath!
Zhang Zhi wanted to struggle to get up, and even started to find the location of the previous horse stick, but the severe pain in his left leg made him fall back to the ground in pain as soon as he moved, and the light in front of him suddenly Turning black, a huge black shadow blocked the sun. On top of the tall armored horse, a knight of the Yan Army holding a horse spear, wearing an evil ghost mask, held the spear in both hands, raised high, with a sharp spear blade. It has become the brightest reflective object, and he is clearly saying: "Go to hell, Wu'er!"
