Dongzhang walked towards more than a hundred cavalry and Mongolian soldiers, his eyes more serious than ever before.
Go faster and faster, go faster and faster.
Gradually, he started to run with all his strength, and the cavalry on the opposite side, under the command of the leader, had begun to draw the bow and arrow in an orderly manner, drawing the full arc, waiting for Dong Zhang to enter the limited range and start releasing arrows.
In a one-to-many situation, Dongzhang would not distance himself from them, let alone a well-trained army. That would be purely courting death.
The only option is to infiltrate the flock of sheep and engage in close combat with them, leaving their long-range attacks with nowhere to go.
At this time, Dong Zhang was already closing the distance between them like an arrow leaving the string.
"put!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! !
As soon as Dongzhang stepped into the attack range, following the order from the leader of the Mongolian soldiers, a dense rain of arrows covered the sky, suffocating people to see, and the huge pressure made people breathless.
Dongzhang, who was galloping, kicked a Mongolian soldier's corpse beside the road with his toes. When the arrow rain was about to arrive, he flew forward and grabbed the corpse with one hand, bent down to the ground and flew towards the Mongolian soldier.
Swish swish swish swish! ! !
Strong arrows were nailed all around Dongzhang's advance. The body used as a cover in his hands was now like a hedgehog covered with arrows. Some arrows with strong penetrating power even penetrated the body. The tip of the arrow touched Dong Zhang's arm.
After one round of attacks, Dong Zhang was able to increase his speed and close the distance instantly, but at this moment the second round of arrow rain arrived.
Whoosh! Whoosh! !
The rain of arrows that covered the sky came as promised, and the body in Dongzhang's hands had been nailed to a shape that was not human-like. Even Dongzhang's exposed thighs and arms were grazed by the sharp arrows, and pieces of them were brought out. Blood flower.
Even so, such a high-intensity battle did not make Dongzhang, who was charging forward, feel too much in his heart. His face became calmer and calmer, his eyes were terrifyingly cold, and he only kept in mind the distance between them.
After the second round of attacks, Dongzhang had already closed the distance between them to the point where the bow and arrow were useless. He threw away the body covered with arrows without hesitation. Dongzhang held the sword handle behind his waist with his right hand and pointed his toes. Accumulate twelve points of strength.
While running with an arched back, he instantly increased his speed, and all the Mongolian soldiers also drew their scimitars and struck the horse vertically.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!!"
The two soldiers met, and Dong Zhang cut off the legs of the leading war horse with a sliding step, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
The war horse screamed and fell to the ground. Dongzhang quickly chopped off the head of the Mongolian soldier on horseback, and then penetrated into the dense pile of Mongolian soldiers. No matter whether it was a war horse or a Mongolian soldier, as long as it was flesh and blood, all of them were ignored. Take the sword away.
It caused a lot of chaos. People outside couldn't squeeze in, and people inside couldn't catch Dong Zhang, who was like a loach. They wanted to draw their bows and shoot arrows in hand-to-hand combat, but they were afraid of accidentally injuring their teammates.
They could only beat the horses and crowd around, shouting and cursing continuously. Dongzhang in the crowd was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. He never stayed where he was for more than two seconds. After cutting people, he immediately moved to another place.
The numerous Mongolian soldiers were helpless with their combined attack skills. Dongzhang looked at him like a cunning loach and cut down many soldiers with his swords in the east and west.
The leader of the Mongolian soldiers widened his eyes angrily and shouted: "Generals, listen to the order! Dismount!"
After this order, everyone cheered and abandoned their horses to fight on foot.
Without the war horse as an obstacle and bunker, the pressure on Dong Zhang in the crowd instantly doubled.
Countless scimitars were swung at him densely around him. Dongzhang, who was helpless, could only grab a Mongolian soldier nearby to block the sword, and then moved back out of the encirclement. Wherever he passed, the long sword in his hand quickly shot out. Tao afterimage.
No one could withstand Dong Zhang's sword attack. Anyone who was close to him would die without knowing why. The sword was drawn too fast, and before he could react, Dong Zhang's sword had already swept across his throat. , stunned and speechless.
Looking at the teammates who fell one by one, the Mongolian soldiers around them also fought bloody battles. Each one of them, with their eyes reddened, slashed towards Dongzhang with their swords. It is said that two fists are difficult to defeat with four hands.
What's more, Dong Zhang was facing hundreds of elite soldiers at this time, and injuries were definitely inevitable. His body, hands, and legs were all covered with sword wounds, his clothes were cut to tatters, and his hair was already messy and half Zhang's face was covered with hot blood, whether it was his own or the enemy's, which made Dong Zhang's eyes red.
Even though his eyes were swollen with pain, Dongzhang did not dare to blink at all. At this moment, he was in a life-or-death situation, and there was no room for relaxation. The sword light was splashing everywhere, and the long sword filled with true energy was already covered with many gaps.
The Mongolian soldiers surrounding him were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dongzhang in the encirclement was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. The violent rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his violent breathing revealed that the load on Dongzhang's body had reached a certain level. reached the apex.
At this moment, Dong Zhang was strangling a frightened Mongolian soldier in front of him, holding his neck with his left hand, and pointing the sword in his right hand at the people around him. His face covered with bright red blood was like a Shura returning from hell.
There were densely packed corpses of Mongolian soldiers all around his feet. After a moment of breathing, Dongzhang stared at the Mongolian soldiers who were too frightened to come forward and said softly:
"Come on, let's continue."
After he finished speaking, the soldier in front of him had a look of despair on his face, and the gap-filled sword slashed across his throat. The sword scratched his skin, and the harsh sound of grinding his teeth made people feel goosebumps all over his body.
Throwing away the Meng Bing who was covering his neck and kicking his legs, Dongzhang picked up his sword and continued walking towards the surrounding crowd.
There was another sound of clashing swords, shouts of killing, begging for mercy, and angry curses, playing a unique symphony in this plain.
The summer wind blows, and the geese pass by silently.
At this moment, a few lonely war horses on the plain screamed in front of their dead masters and walked away. Broken limbs and remains were everywhere, and scarlet blood stained the brown land. From a distance, it looked like a Shura field.
A body panting violently stood motionless in the sea of blood among the corpses for a long time. Except for this figure, the ground was surrounded by dead and injured Mongolian soldiers.
Due to the serious loss of strength, the right hand holding the long sword was still shaking violently. Dongzhang's long sword, panting like an ox, was inserted straight into the ground. He raised his hand to tie up his messy hair again and put it back on his head.
Then he drew his sword and walked towards the entrance of the forest with empty steps.
The tall Mongolian soldier who was spared his life by Dongzhang looked at the blood-stained young man walking towards him with a sword in his eyes with splitting eyes and panic, and murmured to himself in panic:
"Devil, devil, you are a devil!"
Arriving in front of the tall Mongolian soldier, Dongzhang pointed at the frightened Meng soldier with his trembling sword-holding right hand and said with a smile:
"Look, I won."
"Devil, you are not a human being, you are a devil, you are a devil!"
Ignoring the already mentally disturbed Meng Bing, Dongzhang bent down to pick up the banknotes on the ground and breathed out softly:
"So tired."
"You can die now."
In the tall Mongolian soldier's wide-eyed look of horror, Dongzhang's sword pierced his throat.
In his desperate eyes, he walked into the woods alone...
