Countless arrows were shooting at them, and cavalry covered in iron armor rushed to block the road.
After all, Yang Lin is not a god, but a human being, and he will be injured too.
He walked and killed all the way, killing four powerful generals including Ben Jian, Na Ye, Sai Ci, and Taishi. He even rushed forward hundreds of feet, and finally reached Wanyan Zongwang.
He was also hit by three arrows and an axe. His left arm was dripping with blood and was suspected to be broken.
Although he had the body and eye skills to defend himself, he found that he still couldn't rush into the battle without being injured.
At this moment, I suddenly understood why the ancient generals needed BMWs, long soldiers, sharp weapons and strong armor when they charged.
Because no matter how powerful you are, you can't block all attacks.
In particular, when the enemy's attacks are saturated to a certain extent and there is no room for escape, one can only selectively accept less fatal injuries.
Zhao Zilong was able to advance through Changbanpo seven times and come out seven times, not because Cao's army was weaker than the Jin soldiers in front of him.
It's because, in that situation, that person just wanted to escape and save others.
At this time, Yang Lin was bucking the trend and charging, unwilling to escape. He took the initiative to face the trap and charged.
Facing the gun formation, charge.
Facing the rain of arrows, it is also a rush.
He never thought about retreating and wanted to break through between life and death.
He also wanted to kill the opponent's leading general, and his purpose was actually very clear.
The Jin people came all the way south, divided their troops into two groups, and slaughtered countless people at the same time.
Why do they dare to do this?
Just because the Song people were fearless and killed and surrendered all the way, there were not many soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty who could really pose a threat to their lives.
Once this person loses his scruples, he will turn into a beast and show cruelty that he cannot even imagine.
Yang Lin felt that he needed to give the Jin people a warning...
As long as you go too far, you can rise up everywhere in China. I ask you, do the Jin clan and generals have so many heads?
Did he develop immortality?
…
The blood becomes more vigorous and the body is burned with anger.
At that moment, Yang Lin finally felt that a hole had exploded in his lungs. It seemed real, but also like an illusion.
Although his body was covered with scars, his strength was constantly being lost along with his energy and blood. It was an invisible loss of vitality.
However, his strength became stronger and stronger, and his skills became more and more mature, gradually reaching a certain critical point.
Yang Lin knew that his body had not long lived.
In just a moment or three, this body is about to collapse, and life is about to come to an end.
"But in the last days of my life, I finally saw the shadow of the road ahead."
How to describe it?
It's not scary to have a broken body, and it's not scary to have your internal organs cut by a sharp knife. He found that there was a new kind of power appearing in his lungs.
Just like spring water pouring into withered forest trees, at this moment, his body suddenly felt loose and agile under the influence of this inexplicable energy.
The knife-like wind all around suddenly changed and turned into the gentleness of spring.
Those arrows, swords, and spears that pierced his body all slipped away.
Completely unforced.
The lungs were burned by the internal fire, but the aura on his body was stronger.
The two golden generals, with helmets pierced through their armor and horns towering above their heads, looked at the moment when the arrow rain had paused for a moment. They didn't want to let this fearful little Song man rest, so they all attacked together.
One person wielded a sharp-toothed hook blade in his hand, and the other wielded a double-edged battle ax. With the sound of whistling wind, they struck suddenly, but Yang Lin did not move to block this time.
Instead, he leaned forward and rushed forward.
The two long weapons smashed into his body, as if they were smashed into water, without any force.
The weapon wiped the corner of his clothes and picked up a trace of blood, but it was only a minor injury.
Finally, Yang Lin broke through the high-wall-like military formation and cut off blood. Like a rainbow, he passed by the majestic middle-aged man sitting under the commander's flag and on the white horse.
Wanyan Zongwang first looked indifferently at the forest of spears in front of him, at the general Ruyu under his command, and then at the Song man who didn't know how to advance or retreat, and rushed into the battle without thinking, with great disdain in his heart.
I thought that if Song Ting knew how to use these powerful generals and had an army of auxiliaries to restrain him, I might still be afraid of him.
But.
A person who is ignorant enough to attack an army of tens of thousands is beyond the description of arrogance.
Although, his own army could not spread out in the city, and its strength was greatly damaged.
However, there is an advantage. No matter how good the opponent is in fighting, it is impossible to change.
That is, the issue of physical strength.
The other side charged into the formation alone, fighting to the death with every move, but our own side had a steady stream of soldiers and generals, as large as a sea of rivers, holding them back.
Even if it is a pillar supporting the sky, it still needs to be ground into an embroidery needle.
It's just an early death or a late death.
Sure enough, he saw his opponent's exhaustion and the end of his rope.
This is no surprise.
It's just a small episode in the siege of the city.
"Later, we must kill more Song pigs to commemorate the fallen soldiers."
While Wanyan Zongwang was thinking this, he saw that the short Song Dynasty man who had fought hard and fought with blood suddenly transformed into a swimming fish leaping into the sea.
All the weapons hitting his body were like hitting strong and tough cowhide.
The most annoying thing is that the cowhide is also coated with a thick layer of butter.
Slippery or not.
There is also infinite power, which rebounds and penetrates from the contact point of the sword.
In just a few breaths, the man squeezed out a path through the sea of people and stood in front of his horse.
Then, he saw the figure leaping up.
Countless panicked shouts came from all around.
"General."
"careful……"
"kill!"
This voice is familiar to me from the past.
This is how they roared every time they stared at the bloodthirsty eyes and attacked the Song army formations crazily.
At that time, there will be a little more excitement and wildness.
But now, it's like dying.
Wanyan Zongwang was still in the mood to analyze like this when he raised the gold-plated pan in his hand.
He considers himself a Confucian general, and does not admire rushing into battle at the head of the battle, thinking that it is a reckless act.
But now, he wishes he was a fool.
Able to have some ability to fight back.
…
The sword flashed.
Wanyan Zongwang's head flew three feet into the sky, and was caught by Yang Lin. With laughter, he rushed out of the military formation from the opposite side and went out.
There was a cry of sorrow from behind.
The Jin people did not have the etiquette of the Song people, but they did not follow any rules.
Wanyan Zongwang was the second son of Emperor Wanyan Aguda of the Jin Kingdom, and he was also the commander-in-chief of the front army in this attack on the Song Dynasty.
In the past few years, he had made great contributions in the battles to destroy the Liao Dynasty and attack the Song Dynasty, and he saw that his future was about to be bright and prosperous.
Unexpectedly, he died at the last moment of destroying the Song Dynasty, under the protection of his own powerful generals.
If this matter is reported back to the North, people will probably laugh out loud.
At the same time, these generals who have lost their owners and incompetent soldiers may have a very bad end.
"Round, turn, loose, empty..."
Yang Lin stood on the top of the mountain outside the city, hung Wanyan Zongwang's head on the fork of a tree, broke the wood into incense, and set up a sacrifice for the people of Tokyo. After praying carefully, he sat down peacefully and looked at the sky. .
Realizing the power of new breakthroughs.
There is no sadness or joy in my heart.
The vitality of the internal organs has been exhausted. Although he has broken through the level of transformation, this body cannot be saved.
I have put myself into the most dangerous situations countless times before, dancing crazily on the line between life and death.
Finally, I got a generous reward.
He found that his random actions were no longer as deliberate as before.
Whether it is earthquake, collapse, penetration, or fragmentation.
When the force is activated, it becomes a ball of round weights...
Everything is unique, unintentional and intentional.
"This is the state of a master who has reached perfection."
Thinking of the countless swords and spears that struck him at the last moment, it was as if he had countless extra hands at that moment, able to turn the power to his own use and then fight back.
More flexible and smarter.
The body seems to have turned into a whirlpool. No matter what kind of force attacks, it will become a kind of force.
That is, your own power.
This skill is so brilliant and amazing.
…
He stayed on the mountain for a few more days, watching the father and son of an official family in Tokyo being captured, and the two emperors Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng being dragged away like dogs and transported to the north...
The palace concubines and clan members were also led into the wind and snow like animals, and his heart was not shaken at all.
finally.
His desperate fight still scared Jin Bing.
Wanyan Zonghan, who arrived shortly after, did not dare to kill people without any scruples.
But just looting and moving.
At least, it can be regarded as leaving a way for the people to survive.
"Just know how to be afraid."
"I wonder if Zhao Gou has already crossed the river and gone south in panic?"
"I don't need to worry about these anymore. After all, it's not my time."
Yang Lin sighed, his short body lowered his head at the top of the cliff, and fell silent.
No longer breathing.
…
"A good beginning ends well, this tragic life."
"That monkey deserves to be called a great hero."
Yang Lin sat in the bedroom and sat quietly for a long time. For the first time, he did not get up immediately to test his strength-level boxing power.
He just silently recalled some poor person in the fantasy, a respectable person.
Until the lanterns come on.
