Sun Tzu Youyun: The momentum of being good at fighting people is like turning a round stone in the mountain of a thousand people. This means that a man who is good at fighting will make the situation of his own army attack as fierce and unstoppable as rolling a huge boulder down a mountain.

Pan Long's current situation is exactly like what the former sages said.

His body was heavy and strong, much more vicious than a large stone. The hill was also quite high and steep, and the slope of the section closest to their defensive position could be more than sixty degrees, which could be called a "cliff".

Pan Long's collision was even more violent than rolling down a boulder from the top of the mountain.

With a bang, he crashed into a Slavic soldier with a shield in his hand.

The soldier was dressed differently than a normal soldier, probably a captain. He was extremely mustonous, and his arms were probably thicker than the average person's legs. The shield in his hand was also thick and heavy, almost like a door panel. His skills are also quite good, just now Zion's sniper operators shot arrows in this direction more than once, but he blocked them with shields, and none of them were injured.

Under his protection, the Slavic soldiers had occupied a small area, and they were about to set up formations, cast spells, and bombard the positions of the Zion operators.

Therefore, when Pan Long attacked, he directly chose him as the target.

When the two sides collided with each other, there was a loud bang, which shook the surrounding Slavic soldiers dizzy.

I saw that the well-equipped Slavic heavy captain flew out as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy truck, drawing a bright red trajectory in the air - but he couldn't withstand the force of the collision, and spurted out an unknown amount of blood.

A second or two later, he slammed down on a distant rock, lying motionless in an eerie position that a living man would never do.

The heavy, thick shield had twisted and distorted, and it landed not far away.

This collision killed the heavy captain!

Seeing this scene, the Zion operators in the high places were stunned.

The heavy captain was very capable, and they tried to find a way three times and twice, but they couldn't help each other, but unexpectedly, "Mentor Xia" killed him with just one blow.

"Mentor Xia is so powerful?!"

"I don't know......"

They were surprised and delighted, and the Slavic soldiers were shocked and angry.

The person in front of him didn't look very old, but his skills were surprisingly powerful. jumped off the steep cliff, not only did he not fall to his death and be injured, but took advantage of the situation to kill one of his own masters.

Such a skill, it is really terrifying!

But they just came back to their senses after a moment's stunned, and several soldiers shouted "avenge the captain", and rushed towards Pan Long with their weapons in a roar.

In the face of several swords, Pan Long didn't dodge, let them slash on himself, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, taking advantage of the gap between the two soldiers swinging their knives to cut themselves, he stretched out his hands and grabbed their hands holding the knives.

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and the hands of the two soldiers suddenly became unshapely, and they screamed in pain.

But their screams stopped abruptly just as they sounded, but it was Pan Long who quickly got up and hit them twice in succession, and put them in their hearts.

Pan Long's strength was so amazing, in these two kicks, the two people immediately flew out with blood, fell into the crowd of Slavic troops behind, knocked down several people one after another, and finally collapsed on the ground like mud, his chest was deeply sunken, and a trace of breath was gone.

Pan Long snatched the two knives in his hands and immediately slashed at the nearby Slavic soldiers.

He didn't know how to use the double knife, but with his strength, it didn't matter what the knife technique was.

With a knife past, the enemy can dodge it if he moves quickly, and if he moves slowly, he will directly cut it in two. As for those who think they have good skills and want to block with weapons, they naturally cut down their weapons with people.

In his hands, the two standard sabers were like divine weapons like the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slayer, and they were irresistible everywhere they went, and their hands were broken, their feet were broken, their weapons were broken, and even a heavily armed soldier wanted to use a shield to resist, but they were cut in half by even people with shields.

If this is a master, the masters of the Slavic army can still dodge it. But this is a battlefield, and there is very little room for maneuver.

In other words, in a few words, there were already more than a dozen Slavic soldiers lying around Pan Long. Almost all of them are cut in two, and if you are lucky, you will die simply, and if you are unlucky, you will not be able to cut the vital point, but the blood will spurt wildly, and you will not survive, and you will have to struggle in pain when you die.

Seeing that Pan Long was so fierce, even though the Slavs had always been fierce, they couldn't help but be shocked by him, and took a few steps back.

But where is there any room to retreat on the battlefield? The soldiers behind are already rushing over.

Pan Long laughed, brandished his twin swords, and rushed towards the large group of Slavic soldiers.

"One to fight a group, I have tried a long time ago, but one person to cut 100,000 people...... I didn't even think about it. ”

"Today, let Lao Tzu experience it and see what it's like to be a live-action version of Three Kingdoms Warriors!"

As he spoke, he had already rushed into the crowd of Slavic troops.

The sword swayed, and blood gushed out. Roars, screams, exclamations, and fears all rolled together.

From above, he looked like a harvester, and everywhere he went, the Slavic soldiers fell in pieces like harvested rice.

"It doesn't look like the Slavs are strong...... "Someone watching the battle whispered.

"Let you fart! Replace you, believe it or not, and let it be divided in a second!" Someone immediately scolded angrily, "It's okay to use some brains!"

"We should help, right?" said someone.

"How to get there?"

"Rope down?"

More than one chuckled under his breath.

The operator who made the suggestion laughed himself - did he think he was not high enough to be used as a live target for the Slavic shooters?

"Let's provide fire support to Mentor Xia. An operator with a recurve bow flicked his horse's tail behind him and said, "At least help him keep his back!"

The operators nodded their heads and each took up his weapon, and arrows and crossbows rained down on the Slavic army.

To be honest, in fact, Pan Long really didn't care if there was anyone to guard his back.

He had been tempered four times, and the strength of his body could be described as steel-cast iron - no, ordinary steel, maybe not even as strong as his body.

With his physique, unless it is an acupuncture point such as eyes or ear holes, there is no "vital point" in the whole body at all.

Stabbing him in the back?

Why bother so much, stabbing in the heart is that the knife is constant, and it is considered to be of good quality.

The Slavic soldiers were indeed very brave, and at this moment several soldiers were already trying to hold his hands and feet with their hands to restrain his movements.

It's just a pity that their weight is a little too light.

If you want to restrict Pan Long's movements, the average hand is at least a thousand catties, but even if a Slavic soldier is fully armed, it will not add up to more than three hundred catties.

Far from it!

Pan Long only exerted a little force, and the Slavic soldiers, who wanted to sacrifice themselves to restrain his movements, flew out.

Not only were they unable to restrain him in the slightest, but they were used as a throwing weapon by him and threw them into the crowd, and they didn't know how many people were killed and injured.

A moment later, Pan Long had already rushed out of the dozens of meters.

Behind him, corpses were strewn all over the field, and blood flowed like a bright red mountain spring. And in front of him, even the bravest Slavic soldiers showed a look of horror and did not dare to rush forward again.

After all, there is a limit to bravery, and in the face of an opponent who not only can't be beaten, but can't even be injured, no amount of courage will be consumed.

After another moment, Pan Long had already killed more than a hundred meters.

Everywhere he passed, there was blood and corpses, and the corpses of the Slavic soldiers were stacked on top of each other, and they couldn't count how many.

The only thing that could be counted was the twin knives in his hands.

So far in the fight, he has changed his knife fourteen times, six times in his left hand and eight times in his right hand.

The quality of the standard saber is not bad, but no matter how good the knife is, he can't help but slash so brutally. So it often doesn't take long for his knife to break or even shatter.

Fortunately, there are corpses all around, and you can use it with a random knife, but it is not in the way.

Pan Long swung his double knives like a wind, and there were bloody rains everywhere he went.

More and more Slavic soldiers died under his hands, and the top brass of the Slavic army finally noticed this.

"An extremely powerful master has appeared on the Zion side, and he is rushing all the way to kill, and our army can't resist it!"

Listening to the angry voice of the front-line commander coming from the loudspeaker, the old general in the command center sank like water.

"I really can't imagine that there are such ruthless characters among those sinners. "It reminds me of the time when the Camille Knights charged." ”

"Although the knights of Perrant are stupid, their power when they charge is indeed powerful. Another gray-haired general said, "I remember when I was a front-line officer, I almost thought I was going to die." ”

"I'm worse than you, I was knocked unconscious, and I woke up in the pile of dead people afterwards. Another general said.

They looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and they both saw fear in each other's eyes.

Although the loyal and courageous Camille Knights have gradually degenerated due to various political and economic reasons, and have lost their former prestige, these old generals have personally faced the last glory of the Camille Knights.

That kind of brilliance, as long as you face it once, you will never forget it for the rest of your life.

"Fortunately, there is only one opponent. A general said.

"yes, alone...... No matter how powerful it is, it is limited. ”

The veteran general, who was the commander-in-chief of this battle, turned on the communicator and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to hear you explain what difficulties there are! We have 100,000 people, and there is only one person on the other side! Rush up to me! If there are not enough 100 people, there will be 1,000 people, if the captain is not enough, you will be the captain, and if you are hacked to death by him, I will personally meet the old man!"

"I have only one word...... The Slavic Empire, not accepting defeat!"

With that, he turned off the communicator.

A moment later, another large group of Slavic soldiers was brought in and rushed towards Pan Long.

Looking at these menacing enemies, Pan Long smiled.

"I'd like to see how many people need to die before you can be afraid!"

As he spoke, he hooked his foot, picked up the two long-handled knives next to him, which were about the captains, and landed them in his hands.

With a long-handled knife in each hand, his eyes were more murderous, and he walked towards the Slavic army.

"If you are in a hurry to be reincarnated, just come!"