More than 10,000 soldiers shouted and fought, and the Hedong army guards brandished swords beside him, throwing the blood and heads of the enemy. made Fu Yu, who stepped on the battlefield for the first time, at a loss. He watched his robe roar with disgust, fighting with the warriors of the Xuanwu Army who had dismounted from the saddle. But how to rush up and bite the enemy like a beast.

"Get out of the way."

Fu Yu stood with a knife. looked at the front in amazement, this is by no means romantic, never tragic. It's completely full of gore and ugliness. Suddenly, he was kicked in the hip. This kick made the force great. kicked Yang Hao and knocked him out. His figure fell out at the same time. Then I saw a flash of cold light. It was a good place for him to stand.

kicked him to Li Cunxiao's personal guard Hu Bugui. Hu Bugui is not a few years older than him. His face was full of flesh, but he looked like a bandit in his forties. He usually doesn't say much. Therefore, although Fu Yu is the same guard as him, he has never been close to him. Unexpectedly, it was he who saved his life at the critical moment.

Hu Bugui saw him standing there with a knife and looking around, looking like he was advancing and retreating, but he didn't feel angry. He understands this truth in his heart, and there are many ** who have just entered the battlefield, but he only needs to crawl out of the pile of dead people once. Next time I go to the battlefield. He'll go from a watchdog to a steppenwolf.

He was fighting the enemy. I saw a sergeant of the Xuanwu Army who had fallen off the horse swinging his knife and slashing towards Fu Yu. Hu Bugui hurriedly took a step forward and kicked Fu Yu away, saving the recruit's life. But his kick was too late to retract and was slashed by the steel knife of the Xuanwu Army soldier. He screamed in pain. The figure fell forward.

These Xuanwu knights attacked the camp. They rode horses, and carried armoured bows and arrows. Hanging a knife under his ribs, holding a spear. Mounted on the horse with a spear, dismounted with a sword, far shè bow and arrow, wearing armor. In order to preserve the power of this jīng sharp as much as possible. Kang Huaizhen can be regarded as painstaking.

In the current situation that the armed forces in Bianliang City are overstretched. He has done his best to get such equipment to arm them, and the Xuanwu Army has seventy or eighty thousand sergeants, but the cavalry is only so little.

However, he really misestimated Li Cunxiao's reaction ability, and he didn't expect Li Cunxiao's army to be so strict. After a successful attack on the camp, it is not possible to fail to bomb the camp. And with Li Cunxiao's own prestige, he stopped the chaos with just a shout. Now the chances of these 600 heroes surviving are very small.

But these tiger warriors brought out by Kang Huaizhen were all brave soldiers, although they knew that they were trapped in the enemy camp and the main general had left, they still did not surrender. The samurai stabbed Hu in the leg of the non-return, and took advantage of the opportunity of his body to fall forward and take a step. The knife in his hand was raised. With a "poof", his neck was severed.

I never thanked him, I never gave him a friendly smile. The comrade-in-arms who saved his life was divided into two without even saying a word, and Fu Yu couldn't help but be demented: this is the cruelty and ugliness of the battlefield. However, who says it doesn't have tragedy and romance? Behind the blood. In the cruelty to the enemy, is there no strong love for the robe and brotherly righteousness?

His eyes slowly turned red, just like the warriors who were now fighting for their lives by all means, revealing a blood-devouring madness. He yelled. Swinging his sword, he slashed at the Xuanwu Army warrior.

In the rage, his blood boiled. The death of Hu Bugui. It seems to give him infinite strength, courage and murderous aura. He poured blood into his pupils, and roared with every slash, like madness.

But there is still a glimmer of clarity in his spiritual platform. I still firmly remember the sentence that Li Cunxiaoping told him: "The momentum cannot be exhausted, the blessings cannot be exhausted, and the advantages cannot be taken advantage of." Everything is the same thing, and so is the case with the knife to kill. You have to concentrate on every knife. But each knife must be left with three points. Only in this way can the knife be retracted. The knife is like a raging storm. So that the opponent can't even leave a breather. ”

Fu Yuxin only remembered Li Cunxiao's instructions, and now he doesn't understand any clever knife techniques. His own qi is not very good. But with the courage of flesh in the midst of indignation. Keep in mind Li Cunxiao's guidance on the use of knives. A knife slashes down. It's murderous. Sharp knife skills. It's like killing a god possessed by a body.

The Northern Han warrior was preempted by him, and he was wearing armor, and his movements were far less flexible than Fu Yu, who rushed to the battlefield and didn't even wear light armor. He was stabbed one up, one down, one left, one right. Continuous chopping down. With a miss, Fu Yu had already slashed down like a whirlwind, slashing and dragging on his neck, and with a "poof" sound, his head was raised, and a cavity of blood spurted out two feet high.

The hot blood splashed Fu Yu's face, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, and screamed. Raising a slightly curled steel knife, he rushed behind the Xuanwu Army soldier who was pressing down on a Hedong Army's fist. It was like splitting a stake. With a "snort", a knife was slashed from the backbone between the two Xuanwu soldiers to the tail vertebrae. The tip of the knife is deep. The man came out in small shares, only three inches away from the Xuanwu Army officer's lower body.

The Hedong army was also frightened by his ferocious knife in this moment of lightning, and in the flames, he saw Fu Yu's face full of blood and hideous face, and before the Hedong army could thank him, Fu Yu had already decisively retracted his knife and pounced on the next opponent like a whirlwind.

Li Cunxiao's camp was a mess, but Li Cunxiao followed Kang Huaizhen out of the camp. At first, there were a few pro-soldiers who wanted to keep up in a hurry. As a result, the enemy and the enemy who were in the scuffle rushed and lost the figure of the main general. Li Cunxiao was sure that the enemy would not repeat his old tricks, and after another sneak attack, he was relieved to sit back.

turned out to wait for Kang Huaizhen's sneak attack, which was simply a resounding slap in the face in front of his subordinates. Li Cunxiao was ashamed and annoyed, and his anger had soared to one hundred and two percent. He chased after Kang Huaizhen's horse, and just wanted to kill this blindless general of the Xuanwu Army to vent his evil anger.

Kang Huaizhen looked back halfway through, but not a single soldier was brought back by him. I can't help but feel sad. But the big man in the cloth robe and holding the double hammer was still chasing after him, and he was screaming nonsense. Suddenly, my heart was on fire. He turned his horse and turned around to fight Li Cunxiao again. After more than ten hands, Li Cunxiao picked up a knife and opened a hole in his left shoulder.

Kang Huaizhen only turned his horse and fled again, and fled under a city wall in a hurry. Ahead was a wide and deep trench against horses. Kang Huaizhen turned over and dismounted, threw off his horse and jumped off the trench. Li Cunxiao did not give up, while shouting, "Straight mother, thief, thief." Don't run away, you and I will fight to the death. Scolding. One side also jumped into the trench.