"Boss, I can't get away! My tail is bitten too tightly, what should I do?" Huo Ming, whose face was covered in blood, roared hysterically.
"Why don't we leave a group of people to cut off the rear?" Zhang Biao was inevitably bumpy during the march, which caused the wounds to be stretched and even cracked. The pain made the flesh on his face tremble.
"No!" Colonel Zhao Dong, the square-faced captain, looked behind him, anxious, but still trying to keep calm: "Last time, we left two hundred people behind, and we already lost a lot of military morale."
"Who is willing to stay now? They will mutiny!"
"What should we do?" Zhang Biao's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat. He could even feel the wound opening a little bit and blood seeping out little by little.
"Go to Langya Mouth!"
"I have surveyed in advance. There is a gap there. After we pass through, we can barely resist for a while due to the favorable location of the gap." Zhao Dong yelled this sentence with all his strength, so that his own sergeants listened as much as possible. arrive.
When Zhang Biao heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he could still survive for a while despite weighing more than a hundred pounds.
"Mom, I said I was looking for food, but I didn't even go into the granary, and I was beaten like this. How can I do business when I go back?"
"Are you even looking for food? The granary is 80% empty, and they have lined their bags here for us to drill into! You bastard!" Huo Ming laughed angrily and kicked him hard on the butt. On the contrary, it gave him some help.
"Gan, the relationship has been premeditated. Are our deaths in vain?" Zhang Biao was kicked and became even more depressed.
"If you stop saying a few words, you won't die." Zhao Dong was upset by what he said and wanted to go off the field and give this bastard a big mouth in person.
"It's over... it's over, dead!" Zhang Biao at the front suddenly stopped walking and froze in place until Zhao Dong bumped into him.
"Zhang Biao? Are you brainless? We are running for our lives! What did you want to do when you stopped?"
"The Wolf Fang Mouth has arrived."
Zhang Biao's body gradually stiffened, his face turned pale, and he even forgot the pain in his wound for a while.
Pointing to the front, the enemy troops were swarming like locusts, and said tremblingly: "But, they are blocked by the enemy troops!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Dong and Huo Ming looked at each other, and then, like Zhang Biao, they froze in place, motionless.
After a while.
Huo Ming took a deep breath and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Ever since I joined the army, I knew that such a day would come to me, but I didn't expect that it would come so quickly."
He took off his chain mail and wiped his face with the clothes on his chest that were soaked with sweat and blood.
Old Huo's family had a rich ancestor, and he, Huo Ming, had to die with dignity.
Otherwise, how can we meet our ancestors when we go down?
"There are no cowards among the descendants of the Huo family!"
Sonorous!
The sword is unsheathed!
Huo Ming was the first to turn around and charge towards the enemy behind him!
Zhao Dong took a deep breath when he saw this.
When people reach middle age, their temperament should have been worn out by life.
But at this moment, there was a surge of blood in his heart for no reason, and it went straight to his forehead.
Without saying much, he just held the knife, followed Huo Ming, and started to charge.
He soon surpassed Huo Ming and rushed to the front.
He is the captain!
The person with the highest official position among these thousand people!
As it should be, take the lead in the charge!
Zhang Biao looked at the two people leaving one after another and became angry.
He tightened the soft cloth wrapped around the wound on his chest, bared his teeth, and charged with the knife while feeling pain.
"You bastard, are you really afraid of being a grandfather?"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The two armies collided, and for a while, the sound of fighting could not be heard.
Holding a long knife, Huo Ming rushed left and right, killing many people in one time.
He is a descendant of the Huo family!
Yes, it's the Huo family that produced champions!
It's just...just like Huo Yan, the governor of Jiangnan County, it's just a side branch.
In other words, the champion was not flirtatious with women and died young, so in the end, he only had Huo Qiji as his heir.
Therefore, the power of the Huo family and the favor of the court are all concentrated in one person.
As for the children of the Huo family, if they want to stand out, they are similar to the children of ordinary aristocratic families.
Huo Ming is naturally not as wonderful a figure as Champion Hou.
But he can follow the example of King Zhenbei, give up his family status, join the army, and create a future!
It's just..., not everyone belongs to the King of Zhenbei.
Yan Shan couldn't help but smile ferociously as he watched the opponent's army continue to lose strength under his own attack.
He is the commander of these 1,500 people, but after this time, with the 1,000 heads of this Fengzi camp, he will no longer be the commander soon.
Yes!
No more, no less, a thousand!
The order he received was not to accept surrenders or prisoners, but only to kill them all without leaving a single person alive!
However, just as he was excited, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a strong general among the enemy troops, rushing left and right, as if he was in an uninhabited land.
Yan Shan narrowed his eyes slightly, with this person's skill, he was probably the enemy general!
good!
Then this time our captain will capture the thief first and capture the king first!
Uh-huh!
In just an instant, his figure disappeared and he rushed towards Huo Ming, who was fighting at the foot of the hillside and was exhausted.
Suddenly, Huo Ming seemed to notice something and blocked it with his sword.
when!
There was a crisp sound, and Huo Ming was slashed several meters away with his knife.
"You are so weak and vulnerable." Yan Shan smiled and looked sarcastically at Huo Ming, who was struggling to stand up.
Huo Ming was also looking at him. After looking up and down, he grinned with the same sarcastic smile: "In your heyday, I would have killed you like a dog!"
Yan Shan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
He stepped forward again and slashed with his sword!
when!
There was another crisp sound, and this time, Huo Ming flew farther, five or six meters!
"Will irritating me do you any good?" Yan Shan put away his smile and stared at him like a poisonous snake.
Huo Ming, who struggled to get up again, said nothing. The sword parry just now had consumed his last bit of strength.
It's good to be able to stand up now, and he doesn't want to waste time with such a person.
So I just moved my throat and spat out a mouthful of phlegm in the direction of Yan Shan.
When Yan Shan saw this, his expression turned completely gloomy.
Waving the knife in his hand, he walked slowly in the direction of Huo Ming.
The sound of every step was particularly harsh in Huo Ming's ears, like... the death knell before death.
It turns out that in the end, not only can I not become a person like my ancestors, I am not even qualified to imitate the King of Zhenbei!
Huo Ming closed his eyes, feeling a little depressed.
But the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, like a lion glaring angrily!
The Huo family only has good men who die on the charge, not cowards who close their eyes and wait for death!
"Kill!" He tore his hoarse throat and struggled to spit out one word.
"Huo Ming, don't do anything stupid!" Zhao Dong happened to see this scene and rushed over like crazy.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Biao ran towards here regardless of the pain in his wound.
I couldn't help complaining in my heart that this guy named Huo was really tougher than him.
It's normal to encounter someone you can't win on the battlefield. It's important to save your life. Why do you have to fight with someone to the death?
Only Yan Shan, whose eyes were red as if hiding bloodthirsty violence, also roared and charged forward!
"kill!"
Two killing sounds echoed each other, one after another.
The two knives clashed with each other.
when!
After a crisp sound, a knife broke into two pieces and flew away.
boom!
At the same time, a figure flew ten meters away like a broken sack. While the person was still in the air, his body was cut by the sword energy and blood spilled out.
