On the hill, Su Molun towel feather fan, green shirt and big sleeves, the mountain wind blows, the clothes are fluttering, and there is a peerless handsome guy. Of course, the so-called "peerless handsome guys" are self-appointed.

What, you ask, where did the feather fan come from? Well, it's not actually a feather fan, it's just a folding fan. Temporarily, I have to be found by someone Mengtong.

In other words, the mountain wind here is so strong...... At that time, Meng Tong's face was so strange that the fat man was embarrassed to raise his head when he followed him.

"The brothers of the Meng family really live up to the name of the generals in the past, and this way of using soldiers is wonderfully tight. The peerless handsome guy enjoyed the pleasure of pretending to be forced, staring at the battlefield below, and commenting indifferently.

The two fat men and Zhuang Hu Tang Meng couldn't help nodding, but after someone's next sentence, they suddenly froze again, and they were speechless and choked.

“…… It's quite like my old style, haha, haha!"

This laughter...... It's cheap, and people want to go up and kick it to get rid of their hatred. Everyone secretly vomited, and they really didn't want to say anything.

The war is over, the overall situation is decided, and the young master's pretending attribute is out of control. Starting from the sentence "The children have broken the enemy", and then they swayed to the mountain peaks closer to this side, and the beautiful name said: watch the enemy's array, in order to strengthen our military might.

The fat man and others are disgusted, don't want it, but no one dares to disturb the prosperity of this master, otherwise, with the virtue of this master, it will inevitably be worn in small shoes.

In fact, they don't know that this master is a sassy person, and he is shameless, but this time he moved closer to the battlefield, and it was really not just to show off or something. Observing the military literacy of the Russians at the moment, as well as the level of armaments of the Western powers at this time, is what Su Mo really pays attention to.

At the beginning of the war, the battle between the two sides had not yet reached the point of white heat, and it could be seen from a distance. But with the fierceness of the battle, by this time, the entire battlefield has already been shrouded in thick smoke and flames, if you don't get closer, how can you see any details?

The quality of an army is not only reflected in the arrangement of troops at the beginning, but also when it is near the end, or when it is defeated and retreated, it will be more revealed.

Su Mo had a serious sense of crisis in his heart, and naturally he would never let go of any opportunity to observe, but he didn't expect that he would be too sassy and shameless, so that he was infinitely complained about behind his back.

Standing on the small earthen hill, he was proudly watching and boasting about it, and suddenly he couldn't help but be stunned, and his eyes were attracted by the battle in a corner of the battlefield.

There, the headless corpse of an apparently Russian officer was slowly falling, and a few steps away, a roar like a wounded beast rang out, and then a figure rushed out like a whirlwind of fireworks.

After only a brief look, he stepped over in two steps, first with a loud shout, and in an instant, the tomahawk in his hand sparkled like a round of tomorrow out of thin air, and slashed a Threth warrior diagonally in half. Then, without looking at it, he threw the tomahawk in his hand, reached out and hugged the headless corpse that had not completely fallen to the ground, and cried loudly.

Su Mo saw it clearly, couldn't help but gasp, and muttered: "I'm a good girl, this guy is flying violently." ”

After sighing, he suddenly came to his senses again, and said angrily: "Alas, I'll go, this bastard, actually hacked me to death a warrior." He's meowing, come on, go down and catch him for me, I'm going to chop him alive!"

He jumped to his feet and scolded, his heart was really painful. Your sister, now this Thrèse warrior is a real treasure, if you die one, there will be one less, where will he replenish it in the future? This saw that one was killed, and it suddenly stimulated the Grandet attribute, and he couldn't help but go crazy.

The fat man and others around him looked at each other, and they were a little apprehensive. The young master also attaches too much importance to these ghosts, how can there be immortals in this war? It's just that he is so angry when he sees one injured, as for it?

As for!

Su Mo remembers that he had seen a movie called "The Last Morgan Warrior" in his later life. In that film, it is about a race that is extremely brave and good at fighting, and finally becomes a masterpiece.

When watching the film at that time, it was originally just to watch the excitement, but when the last one-on-one gladiatorial fight was over, the old man Morgan announced the demise of his race in a mournful voice, Su Mo burst into tears on the spot.

What kind of pathos is that, and what kind of despair. He didn't want to, not at all the Thress people to have such a day. At least, not in front of your own eyes, maybe not in your own time. If nothing else, even to commemorate his favorite "Spartacus" film.

In this regard, the fat man and others could only helplessly persuade. No one noticed that on the battlefield below, the fierce man who was originally stroking the corpse and crying bitterly had already stopped crying at this moment. Looking up at the dirt mountain.

Then, with a hideous look on his blood-stained face, he gently lowered the headless corpse in his arms, knelt on one leg, and bowed his head and muttered a few words. Then, with his hand, he took up the great axe, looked left and right, and took off the great shield from the hand of the dead Thresian warrior, and then he got up sharply and rushed up the mountain.

Avenge your master!

And the target on the mountain seemed to be very extraordinary, presumably their nobleman. Kill him and let him be buried with his master.

Moose thought so as he galloped up.

On the mountain, the first person to notice was not Su Mo, nor the fat man, but another fat man, the apostle of the demon god, Francisco.

Because of the initial cowardice, everyone consciously or unconsciously despised this shameless Jew. Therefore, although he was angry and sad to see Su Mo, Francisco also wanted to come up to express his comfort, but he couldn't squeeze in, so he could only rub his hands on the periphery and be anxious.

And just as he was turning to the third lap in place, he accidentally glanced at it and happened to see Moose rushing up.

"Bold! heretic, are you delusional to blaspheme!" Francisco was not surprised, but did not think about it, he shouted, drew the noble sword, and met it.

This stupid heretic dared to rush up alone, didn't he fulfill the great Apostle Francisco? At this time, only the Apostle Francisco bravely took the enemy for the Demon God, and looked back at what those guys who looked down on people had to say.

The Apostle Francisco thought so, thinking of the scene when he was affectionately praised by the Demon God in the future, while the others could only envy and hate, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but reach the root of their ears.

It's a pity that he only cares about YY, but forgets the gap between the two sides.

The two figures ran opposite each other at the same time, and when everyone turned back in amazement and tried to stop it, was it too late?

"Don't, come back!"

"Little Buddha, danger!"

"Oh, I'll go, beware!"

In a series of shouts, Francisco not only did not slow down, but scored three points faster. The moment the general collided, he screamed and shook his hand to put the rapier in his hand with a standard thrust.

Boom!

There was a crisp sound, and Moose, who was facing him, just waved the blade shield in his left hand with contempt and contempt, and then made the thin sword emit a painful *, and then bent sharply, and the next moment it snapped into two.

Francisco shook like thunder, and the smile on his face and the whole person froze violently.

The broken sword flew back upside down, wiping its forehead and flying somewhere. Then a few strands of hair cut by the sword qi fell slowly......

Francisco's eyes followed the fluttering hair, and finally gradually became a pair of fighting eyes.

"Even-drop God......" the Jew muttered* and then, with a thud, poof, fainted neatly.

Everyone above fell in unison, but it was too late to laugh at this time, Zhuang Hu and Tang Meng glanced at each other, shouted and pulled out their sabers in unison, and took a step forward to meet Moos.

The sword light shines like a criticism, and Zhuang Hu cuts off his head, but it is a force to split Huashan. The knife is tragic and indomitable, which is the authentic battlefield killing move in the Ming army;

Tang Meng handed the knife to his left hand, running out in an arc, when Zhuang Hu's knife was cut down, he also exhaled and opened his voice, and his body suddenly threw it to the right, and with the help of the power of the cross-waist, he struck out diagonally with a knife.

This one up and down, the cooperation is seamless, showing the demeanor of the elite soldiers of the Ming Army, which makes people look like flowing clouds and water, and they are happy.

"Good!"

Su Mo and the fat man, who had already reacted behind them, couldn't help but praise in unison when they saw this.

However, before the voice fell, a few loud noises rang out in succession, making the two of them exclaim in unison.

In the light of the knife, Mu Si saw that he couldn't stop it, so he suddenly became angry, and first raised his hand to throw the shield on the left at Zhuang Hu, but he didn't pay attention to the sharp blade that slashed down.

At the same time, he held the double-edged battle axe in his right hand, roared, and spun on the spot, first going down to meet the knife momentum of Tang Meng's oblique upward, and dancing the whole person and the tomahawk like a windmill.

Lose-lose, a complete lose-lose style of play. If Zhuang Hu doesn't change his move, he can certainly slash Moose with one sword, but he will also be hit by the blade shield that Moose desperately throws first in the chest and abdomen. Even, with the strange power of Moos, if the blade shield hits Zhuang Hu before the knife falls, then Zhuang Hu's fatal blow will not hit the target, and he will be stillborn.

And Tang Meng's perfect coordination of slanting upwards will also disintegrate under the wheel axe that turned to deal with him with all his might, and then the big axe wheel turned away, and in an instant, the offense and defense were reversed, and the safety was reversed.

"Not good!" the fat man has the highest martial arts, and he is the first to see the mystery. In the midst of yelling badly, I admired the wonderful response of this ghost and fierce man in my heart. Being able to respond so accordingly at such a life-and-death juncture shows how rich his combat experience is.

Foot! Foot——!

Puff ~ puff ~

Wow –

Between the burst of fire and the exchange of gold and iron, in the huge sound of tremors, Zhuang Hu and Tang Meng trembled in unison, and then their bodies flew upside down one after the other, falling outward. In mid-air, Qi Qi spurted a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly languished.

This blow, one against two, turned out to be such an ending, and the courage of Moose can be seen.

But it was precisely this blow that Moos's forward momentum was finally completely blocked. The whirling chakra was only halfway through the dance, and then it came to an abrupt end. A majestic body also trembled one after another, and the uncontrollable step under his feet stepped back a few steps, which was easy to stabilize.

"Hold him back, I'll save people!" Su Mo's face changed greatly, and he yelled at the fat man, and he rushed out first.

The fat man moved in response, and when Moos's body was just stable, he was already floating like a ghost, and with a soft click, a chubby palm was in a trance.

This palm was silent and seemed to be fluttering, but when it fell into Moose's eyes, he couldn't help but be shocked, and he didn't want to hide backwards.

The fat man didn't allow him to escape, sneered, followed the heel under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he stuck it again, and in an instant, the two sides handed over four or five moves, and then they were entangled together.

On this side, Su Mo ran to Zhuang Hu and Tang Meng's side, but when he saw that the corners of their mouths were bleeding and their faces were like gold paper, they were already unconscious.

At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and with a slight thought, he waved his hands together, and the "life endowment" was activated, and suddenly two abundant life vitality were sent into the bodies of the two.

And with the replenishment of these two groups of life vitality, Zhuang and Tang's faces immediately improved, although they were still awake, their breathing had stabilized.

Su Mo stared tightly, sensing carefully, and when he sensed that the vital signs of the two of them were gradually normal, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But just when he relaxed, his expression suddenly changed again, and Huo Ran turned around and looked back. Everywhere he looked, an old monk with a faint smile suddenly appeared five steps away, saw him look over, pronounced a Buddha name, and said with a smile: "Master Su, don't come to harm? ”