Wang Ming ran rampant among the Mongolian army, and soon he could see Temujin's golden tent.
Of course, the Mongolian soldiers are not just wood. There are enemies who are trying to break into their tent. How can I bear this?
One by one, they desperately fought back and rushed towards Wang Ming crazily, trying to stop him.
What is the Golden Account?
That was Temujin's camp.
Who is Temujin?
That's their sweat!
That's their pride!
That's their belief!
That's their god!
How could they allow God to be disturbed?
One by one, the soldiers rushed to Wang Ming's front, knowing that they were going to die, but still hesitating to do so.
Use your body,
With flesh and blood,
With fresh life.
Human flesh walls were formed to block Wang Ming's charge.
The martial arts never dared to compete with the imperial court. The reason was that the imperial army had a large number of people, and the martial arts people could not withstand the terrifying human sea tactics and wheel battles.
The most important thing is their armor, which can weaken the attacks of martial arts masters to a minimum.
The swords of martial arts people can't break the defense of armor at all. Don't think that ordinary soldiers don't have armor. They also have it, but the level of armor is different from that of generals.
The problem is that internal strength is like breaking through armor. It's not that it's impossible, but there are too few people who can do it. Today, there are at most ten people who can penetrate armor with internal strength.
Moreover, this consumes a lot of energy, and there is a limit to the amount of infuriating energy stored. In the end, 11 usually runs out of internal energy and is stabbed to death by random spears.
In fact, many times, people are not stabbed to death by random guns but shot by random arrows.
"Mr. Wang's martial arts skills are serious. He came and went among the Mongolian army so unscrupulously and still remained unscathed." Lu Wende was very precious that there were many lives behind a soldier, and only one head was exposed to watch the fighting outside the city. When he saw Wang Ming's amazing force could not help but be admired.
"Mr. Wang was able to kill everyone in the Mongolian army thanks to the strong armor and the speed of the little red horse." Guo Jing looked outside the city and said without looking back.
"Brother Jing is right. Without that armor, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it will be difficult for you to fight with two fists and four hands, and you will inevitably get injured. The fast movement of the little red horse allowed Mr. Wang to avoid being blocked in one place and receiving a targeted blow. Huang Rong continued to explain.
"Mr. Wang went out of the city alone, challenging a million troops with one man and one horse. He was really brave. I'm afraid the overlord of Western Chu could only be like this." Lu Wende continued to contribute his exclamation.
"In fact, Mr. Wang relies on the high mobility of the sweaty BMW. He is not facing an army of millions. The enemy he has to deal with is always only a few people in front, and those behind him cannot catch up with him. At this time, the large number of people becomes a problem. The weakness is that the people in the front will block the attack of the soldiers in the rear and the way forward. He only needs to fight all the way into Temujin's camp and take off his head, and the Mongolian army will naturally collapse." Huang Rong continued to analyze the situation on the field. fighting.
"Rong'er! How about I also lead the army to go out and fight to help relieve some of the pressure on Mr. Guo Jing?" Guo Jing asked.
"That's not necessary. You can't help Mr. Wang if you go out. The Mongolian soldiers you can attract cannot get close to Mr. Wang and cause harm to him. They are blocked by their own people." Huang Rong quickly dismissed Guo Jing's idea.
"Mr. Wang's real crisis is not these soldiers. I am only worried that the little red horse's physical strength and Mr. Wang's internal strength will be exhausted, but when the time comes, we will have no choice but to be slaughtered." Huang Rong said worriedly.
"Are we just going to watch like this?" Guo Jing said unwillingly. Mr. Wang below, even if he succeeded, would still have a narrow escape.
Guo Jing's mood at this time was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was Mr. Wang, who had taught him how to read and write and had been so kind to him many times. On the one hand, Genghis Khan actually had the kindness to know and raise him, otherwise their mother and son would not have lived so well in the grassland.
But at this time, only one of the two could live, and it was more likely that both of them would die. One can imagine the sadness in Guo Jing's heart at this time.
But in the face of national justice, Genghis Khan could only let go of his kindness. At this time, he prayed that Mr. Wang would succeed.
There were also smart people in the Mongolian army. Knowing that this man was incredibly powerful and unstoppable, he began to lay down stumbling ropes.
The heavily armored knight is invulnerable and invincible, but he is only afraid of stumbling on the horse rope and falling into the horse pit.
A heavily armored knight without a horse would find it extremely difficult to move due to the heavy armor on his body. He was basically a target and would not move.
Heavy armored knights usually died miserably. They had no way to deal with them with sharp weapons such as swords. They could only be hit with blunt weapons such as hammers. When they died, you can imagine how miserable they were.
As an innate master, Wang Ming was very good at the tomb. He saw the tripping rope on the ground from a distance. He could only say that it was a beautiful thought.
Tilt the tip of the horse's spur downward in your hand, and the horse quickly rushes to the position where the horse's rope is tripped.
The horse's body is very long and can easily touch the ground.
Wang Ming controlled the horse in his hand and lifted it from bottom to top, and the tripping horse rope on the ground was lifted.
The stumbling rope behind was either blown away or broken.
At this time, Wang Ming was only a few meters away from Temujin's golden tent, and the soldiers guarding him were completely red-eyed and rushed forward frantically.
Wang Ming pierced the armored warrior in front of him with his spear. The horse continued to charge as before, its body began to bend, and he didn't even eject the body of the horse in front of him, so that he could continue to attack another person.
He was rushed in front of him by several majestic soldiers.
The man whose body was pierced by a horse spear volunteered to die because he wanted to use his body to restrict Wang Ming's weapons, so that his brothers could rush to Wang Ming's side and kill this audacious thief who tried to assassinate the Great Khan.
They held maces and rushed towards Wang Ming with fierce expressions. As long as they were one meter closer to Wang Ming, they would be within the attack range of the mace.
The mace is a sharp weapon that can break armor. If the mace is struck down, the person inside the heavy armor will definitely suffer internal injuries from the shock force.
Wang Ming ignored them, and the postures of the several Mongolian men who rushed up did not change at all.
"boom!"
These tall Mongolian warriors were pushed out by the bloody horse under Wang Ming's crotch.
Another soldier was lucky and hit Wang Ming with a mace.
pity! Regarding the damage done by this stick, Wang Ming just wanted to say: "You haven't eaten yet? You are not as strong as my beautiful apprentice who can hammer her back!"
Naturally, they had no chance to hear these words, as they had already fallen to the ground and passed out.
The sweaty BMW was running at an alarming speed, and it was also blessed by Wang Ming's Qi. This collision was almost like being hit by a big truck.
There was a man who was unlucky enough to lie dead on the road to the completion of the sweat-blooded BMW. He was carrying hundreds of kilograms of sweat-blooded BMW on his back and burped when he stepped down with a hoof.
The bloody horse charged Wang Ming into the handsome tent of Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation.
The people in Xiangyang City looked at the position of Temujin's handsome tent with ardent eyes. Everyone was determined to live and die.
I saw a turning point,
I saw hope,
Seeing the possibility of life, how could this not make them excited.
Can!
Suddenly, Wang Ming, who was unstoppable a moment ago, and his bloody horse flew out like a kite with its string broken.
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