When the sea of people poured up, it was as if the mountains were shaking.

The actions of the Xia Village defenders were a little caught off guard by the Chang Shengjun. The back and forth game on the battle array has been going on for eight or nine days, and the offensive and defensive momentum has basically been fixed, and the number of defenders in Xia Village is not as good as that of the Chang Shengjun, and it is basically impossible to leave the bunker. No matter how fierce the fight is in the past few days, it's just that you and I are tearing each other apart. Yesterday, I turned around and defeated Long Wei's troops and captured these prisoners, which was really a ruthless move, and it could be regarded as an unsolvable conspiracy, but ...... There will always be some exceptions.

When the first few captives began to refuse to move forward, Guo Yaoshi and the others felt a little troublesome in their hearts, but no one could have imagined that it would be such trouble. Originally, he was going to make a ruthless move, but the opposite side suddenly lifted the chessboard.

At that moment, what appeared on the other side was almost a sensitivity that should not belong to a general. When the captives began to go backwards, the movement in the summer village gathered and came in a moment, and then it had become fanatical, dangerous, and full of mountains. Pharmacist Guo's heart almost sank suddenly, and he couldn't think about the meaning of this mood in his heart. And a little ahead, riding on a horse, Liu Shunren, who was ordering his subordinates to kill the prisoners, suddenly grabbed the reins, his scalp was numb and tightened, and he cursed in his mouth: "I--"

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the aura in it gathered, almost solidifying. On the battle array, fierce shouts can often be heard, and it is not surprising that all the elite soldiers are fierce and resolute against the enemy, but only in some special circumstances can this kind of palpitating shouts be heard. Sometimes, people understand it as soon as they hear it, and that means real immortality. It is not the cruel words of ordinary gangsters, nor is it a means used by ordinary armies to scare and boost the morale of the army. It was already resentment and determination from the bottom of his heart, and the enemy who could make such a sound, every tooth and every hair of his body, was dangerous.

The entire team of the victorious army was also stunned for a moment.

But they were elite soldiers after all, although they didn't expect the sudden explosion of the hornet's nest early in the morning. When the other party slammed the chessboard, under the orders of Guo Yaoshi, Zhang Linghui and others, the entire army also opened up in a blink of an eye and rushed straight up.

The crowd of people spread all over the mountains, and the iron horses spread like a long dragon, and the distance quickly narrowed, and then, the collision -

"Whoaa

With a long knife in hand, Mao Yishan had already rushed to the first column. With a shout in his mouth and red eyes, he slammed into the vicious crowd in front of him. In front of him was a resentful man wearing heavy clothes and even a head taller than him, the two long knives slashed down, countless knife lights and blood splashed on their sides, they fought this knife, Mao Yishan's footsteps did not stop, bumped into each other, and some numb wrists grabbed the long knife and swung it up. The bloody breath splashed his face, and the tall man was knocked aside. The blade of his companion fell towards his shoulder, slashing to his waist.

In the midst of the shouting, Mao Yishan had already taken two steps, and another resentful soldier appeared in front of him and slashed it with a knife. He lunged forward and slashed hard. Swung up from the man's armpit, the man's arm was broken, blood gushed wildly, Mao Yishan rushed all the way forward, and slashed three times in a row in the man's chest. The hilt of the knife slammed into the top of the man's head, and the man fell. The companion on his side had already rushed forward, and Mao Yishan also pounced to follow, slashing through the stomach of an enemy with a long knife.

In the pervasive bloody aura, there were countless sword lights and hideous faces in front of him. The will is fanatical, but the thinking in his mind is surprisingly cold, an enemy next to him slashed at him, and he raised his hand to hold his arm, the Liaodong man kicked over, he also raised the long knife, and stabbed the other leg of the other party, this knife directly pierced the man's thigh, the man has not fallen, Mao Yishan's companion next to him slashed the man's waist ribs, Mao Yishan grabbed the man's arm, pulled back the blade, and then stabbed the man's stomach again, and the brush was torn!

“…… Eat them! ”

He remembered the shout, and his mouth followed it, and as he ran, knocking an enemy to the ground. The two were entangled and torn in the snow, and when the long knife was pressed under them, the Liaodong man punched Mao Yishan's body twice, and Mao Yishan also returned a punch, and when he hugged the man, he saw the man's face shaking in the field of vision, and he opened his mouth and bit directly on the other party's head.

This bite hit the man's cheek, the other party struggled frantically, and punched Mao Yishan twice in the stomach, and Mao Yishan's mouth was already full of blood, and he used force violently, tearing off half of the person's face directly, the man screamed fiercely, struggled, and hit Mao Yishan's mouth, and the next moment, Mao Yishan was still biting half of the other party's face in the mouth, and he also raised his head and hit it hard, and a head hammer smashed between the opponent's eyebrows without reservation, he raised his head and slammed it twice. Then he got up, grabbed the long knife and wiped it on the opponent's stomach, and then stabbed the opponent in the neck.

When he looked up, a resentful soldier was rushing at him, swinging his knife at the top of his head, and he knelt at his feet, slashing horizontally, and the soldier's entire right leg was cut off by the knife as he ran, and he fell forward with blood. Blood poured on Mao Yishan's body.

In an instant, his body was bloody and hideous, like a demon.

What is there to fear from death!

When he raised his knife and rushed forward again, the resentful soldier on the opposite side saw his appearance, and couldn't help but take half a step back, and then raised his knife to slash at him, but Mao Yishan had already slashed through the opponent's chest with a knife!

When people are fighting for life and death, their senses are often extremely subtle, and when the tension comes up, ordinary people often get hot, their vision narrows, and their body coordination becomes dull. Mao Yishan has gradually gotten rid of those negative states after killing people, but it is still impossible to say that in the face of life and death, he can be as comfortable as usual training, and every time after killing someone, the idea of being glad that he is still alive will slip through his mind. The great fear between life and death, after all, still exists.

Only this time, what dominated him were thoughts and feelings that even he could not describe, and he was extremely depressed after witnessing the death of so many people and the tragic condition of those captives for several days. Hearing the order to attack from above, in his heart, there was only bloodlust left who wanted to let go and kill. The resentful soldier in front of him, in his eyes, was almost no longer human.

If they were still human, they wielded knives and guns. He would be afraid, and he would feel scared or disgusted when their hands and feet were broken, blood gushed out, and internal organs flowed out. But surprisingly, this time, there was no such feeling in the slightest.

The consciousness in the mind has never been clearer, the control of the body has never been more sensitive, and the vision in front of the body is amazingly broad. The swords and guns on the opposite side are just things that need to be dodged, and the enemy in front of them. So much, but nothing but pleasure him. Especially as he wreaks havoc on the bodies of these enemies, sticky blood spurts out and they fall, struggle, suffer, lose their lives. In Mao Yishan's mind, he would only flash the appearance of those captives when they were tortured and killed, and then he would have more pleasure.

The blood poured on the body was no longer sticky to the touch. He even longed for the breath of blood spurting up. Only the fact that the blood spurted from the body of the enemy in front of him could quench the hunger and thirst in his heart a little.

He followed his companions towards the wall of people in front of him!

Something like that. This is happening in many parts of the battlefield.

In the foothills on the east side, near the bank of the Yellow River, due to the slightly weak defense of the resentful army here, more than 1,000 people led by the general Sun Ye are attacking in the direction of the woods on this side, and a large number of swords, shields, and pikemen are like sharp knives stabbing towards the weak places, in the blink of an eye. The bloodpath had stretched for a long distance, but by this time, the speed had slowed down.

The section from the southeast of the camp to the main gate was originally an important position for the resentful army to attack the fortifications, at this time. The surging tide of hedging has been slaughtered into a sea of blood. The thousands of people led by Ho Zhicheng had suffered huge losses in the previous battle, but the fierce battle also made their quenching the most outstanding, with this wave of climax coming out, everyone was pushing the enemy twice as large as themselves back in the surging shouts, and the battlefield of thousands of hedged people was like a huge meat grinder.

On the side, the cavalry led by Yue Fei had already entered the crowd of resentful troops. On the side of the main gate, the general named Li Yi led his subordinates to lean towards this side in the fighting, the surviving captives rushed to this side, and the elite cavalry of the resentful army had also crossed the foothills, like a huge torrent, slanting towards this side, before the black armor heavy cavalry arrived, Li Yi organized a spear array to meet one after another, and for a while the blood was boiling, and a large number of cavalry were blocked by their companions in this square inch of land, and they could not launch the momentum, and they then pushed in other directions.

"Kill—"

Liu Shunren brandished his sword, and similarly hysterically drove his men to lunge in front of him.

The moment the whole army of Xia Village's defenders attacked, he realized that even if he could win today, he would fight very miserably. At that moment, he didn't think about retreating, but after just looking back, he knew that there was no possibility of this idea—Medicine Master Guo was looking at him coldly from above.

This battle-hardened general will not let people stab him in the back for the second time.

At this moment, the troops of Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were all blocked in the middle of the battle line, especially Liu Shunren's situation was the most dangerous. At this time, his west was the surging resentful cavalry, and the rear was Guo Yaoshi's descendants, and the Xia Village cavalry opened the way with black armor heavy cavalry, and was coming diagonally from the northeast, wanting to cross his military formation and hedge against the resentful cavalry. And in the front, only through a layer of chaotic escape of the captives, rushed over the main gate of Xia Village, the southeast two army clusters, at least in this early morning, these troops in the extreme depression after the sudden outbreak of the unending battle will in a moment has been astonishing to the extreme, the spear array on the side of the main gate even after the crazy fight to block the advance of the resentful cavalry, even because of the terrain, the charge of the cavalry can not be launched, but in the process of this southern expedition, it is already the first time in the world.

In any case, at this time, Liu Shunren could only drive his soldiers forward, and they rushed through the side of the captive, hoping to rush into the trenches and horse rejection formations in front of the main gate of Xia Village. At this time, the cavalry that opened the way with black armor heavy cavalry was still tearing apart the troops under the command of Guo Yaoshi on the flank, and once they killed them, the area in front of me was probably going to become the main area for the two cavalry to clash.

In the diffuse morning mist, the fighting, shouting and bloody atmosphere all over the mountains, the soldiers were staggered between the huge battlefields, the foothills, and the valleys, because the number of resentful troops was twice that of the Xia Village army after all, at this time the battlefield still seemed to be in a state of stalemate at first glance.

Mao Yishan didn't know how long he had been killed since he rushed over, he was covered in blood. I still feel that I can't understand the hunger and thirst in my heart, but the enemy army in front of me is finally reduced, and there are boiling shouts of killing around, but except for my companions, most of the people lying on the ground are corpses. As he slashed an enemy to the ground, he made up for it. When he looked up again, within the range of Zhangyu in front of him, there was only one resentful soldier holding a steel knife and retreating slightly, Mao Yishan and the rest of the others next to him stared at him, and walked forward with a knife, and the resentful soldier finally shouted and rushed up, waved the knife, was framed, and Mao Yishan slashed at his head. The rest of them also slashed at his chest, abdomen, and limbs, and some of them stabbed the blade of their spears directly through the opponent's chest and behind him.

"Chop! Come on—"

Mao Yishan carried a long knife and shouted there, looking around, there was still a fierce battle in the distance, and in the near distance, only eight or nine zhang away, the cavalry was surging by. Not far away. Pang Ling raised his sword on the side of the Ming Dynasty, and this tower-like man was also covered in blood. The eyes were fierce and hideous: "You saw it! ”

Someone shouted, "See! ”

"Hack them to death—"

With such a shout, there were also leaders among the resentful elite cavalry over there who paid attention to this side, Mao Yishan shook his long knife and roared angrily: "Come on-"

Pang Lingming was also shouting: "Old Wu! Guns--" he roared, "the front is back!" We forked him—"

This shout also reminded Mao Yishan, and he looked left and right. Then he put the knife into the sheath and leaned down to grab a spear on the ground. There was flesh and blood standing on the spear, and it was firmly grasped by a resentful soldier, and Mao Yishan stepped on it twice. The gun forest in the rear also pushed up, and someone pulled him: "Come here!" Mao Yishan said: "Rush!" "In the cavalry formation on the opposite side. One of the small leaders also swung his steel knife in this direction.

The crowd rushed, and the guns pushed over like a tidal wave, and the horses on the opposite side rushed at once, and the two sides were not separated by a long distance, so that only a moment later, they collided together. As soon as the tip of the gun touched the body of the war horse, a huge thrust was already surging, Mao Yishan shouted and pressed the end of the handle of the gun to the ground, the gun was bent, and blood flew, and then he felt that his body was hit by something and flew out.

Pain and discomfort came up, and in his confused consciousness, it seemed that there was the sound of horses' hooves stepping by his side, and he just subconsciously curled up and rolled slightly. When the consciousness returned a little, the cavalry's momentum was disintegrated, and there was already a battle around them. Mao Yishan staggered to his feet, and after making sure that his hands and feet could still move, he reached out and pulled out the long knife.

Not far from the opposite side, at this time, someone also stood up, in the blurred vision, it seemed to be the small leader of the resentful army who waved the war knife and let the cavalry rush in, he looked at the war horse that had been stabbed to death, and turned around and saw Mao Yishan here, carrying a long knife and striding over, Mao Yishan also staggered to meet it, and the opposite side of the brush slashed down.

The little leader is also a martial arts powerhouse in the resentful army, seeing that the soldiers of Xia Village are covered in blood and staggering when they walk, they think that they have suffered a lot of injuries, and they want to kill him with a knife. However, this knife was split, Mao Yishan also swung the knife up sharply, and after slashing a big circle in the air, he pressed down suddenly, and actually pressed the opponent's long knife to his side, and the two of them each used their own strength, and their bodies almost collided together. Mao Yishan's head and face were full of blood, his hideous eyes were full of blood, and his mouth was full of blood, he stared at the eyes of the leader of the resentful army, suddenly exerted force, and shouted: "Wow-" The plasma in his mouth spurted out, and the shout was like a tiger's roar. The little leader was shocked by this hideous and ferocious momentum, and then, there was a pain in his abdomen.

Mao Yishan yelled, pushing him backwards while grinding his intestines hard.

In the early morning, the stalemate on this huge battlefield was actually at the cost of the resentful army suddenly suffering huge casualties. On the hillside, witnessing this qiē, Guo Yaoshi gave an order while holding the reins in anxiety, but the war horse under his crotch unconsciously turned a few times because of the owner's anxiety.

Guo Yaoshi saw that the large amount of investment could not even block the advance of the Xia Village soldiers in the eastern foothills, and he saw that the horse team in the middle of the foothills even began to be intercepted by the opponent's gun array, and in the other side's desperate fighting, a part of the new force had begun to waver and be frightened, and Zhang Linghui's thousands of soldiers were forced to the front, and even began to collapse, and wanted to turn around and evacuate - he naturally would not allow this to happen.

Directly ahead, Liu Shunren's troops have achieved some results, perhaps because the large number of running prisoners slightly weakened the killing intent of the Xia Village soldiers, and also because the rushing cavalry caused huge pressure on the defenders near the main gate, some of the soldiers led by Liu Shunren have rushed into the trenches and horse rejection areas in front, and his rear formation is still pouring in, trying to avoid the slaughter of the Xia Village Iron Armor Elite Cavalry, but ......

Guo Yaoshi looked at the trench area from afar, and suddenly thought of something, he shouted to the side: "Give Liu Shunren an order and let him ......" At this point, he stopped again.

The war horse under the crotch turned around, and he said, "Forget it." Look again, look at ......"

More soldiers poured into the trench.

"Onward! Onward--Rush! Kill them all—"

Rushing through the trenches, Liu Shunren shouted. The camp gate of Xia Village in front was wide open, and because of the clever separation of the battle line with the running prisoners, and the cavalry team on the other side attracted the main force of Xia Village's army, Liu Shunren found a slight gap and launched a fierce attack in this direction. Xia Village's Shuai Qi Honjin was rushing out of the camp, but in any case, this was perhaps the best opportunity he could find. When the morale of the whole army was bursting here, it seemed normal to make some mistakes, and even forget the safety of the rear position.

- He expected in his heart that this was normal.

Then he paused above a trench.

Explosions rang out.

A violent explosion suddenly rose in front of the field of vision, and flames, smoke, and earth and rock tumbled. Then one by one, the mountains and seas flooded over, his body froze, and his own soldiers pounced from around, and then, a huge momentum lifted him away.

Guo Yaoshi watched from afar at the sudden explosion in the trench area, in this early morning, the thick smoke and flying dust almost drowned out that field of vision for a while, he opened his mouth, trembled slightly, and finally did not make a sound. The core area of Liu Shunren's soldiers was shrouded in explosions, and on the periphery, the soldiers of Xia Village finally crushed over to this side, they were facing the soldiers of the resentful army who had lost their morale, and there was a huge massacre near the entire trench area.

Liu Shunren staggered up from the smoke and dust, most of the surroundings were charred black, and the soil and stones were turned up, loose and soft, making people a little unstable. Similarly, there were some people who got up in such black, red and black, and some of them came to Liu Shunren's side.

The slaughter is spreading from the periphery to this side.

Liu Shunren's ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear too much, but he already felt the violent breath of blood and death, the surrounding guns, knife arrays, and the tide of the sea, when he could finally see the crowd spreading from the black edge, someone was on the side of the dust and smoke column, it seemed to be squatting down, pointing to this side, I don't know why, Liu Shunren seemed to hear the man's words.

"Look, Liu Shunren, ......"

The soldier spread in this direction, the spear stabbed into the body of the soldier next to him, then into his body, he held the first, then the second, the spear stabbed him, stabbed him backwards, he looked up, and saw a little sky in the black smoke and white mist, this was his last consciousness.

Not far away, Ning Yi waved his hand and asked the soldiers to harvest the entire trench area: "Kill them all, not one will be left!" ”

The front of the army spreads through.

On the battlefield, the black cavalry had rushed to the cavalry formation of the resentful army, and the foothills and valleys became a sea of death and revenge, and people vented their anger and feasted on blood, this qiē lasted for a while, and when Mao Yishan felt that he was close to prostration, he found that he and his companions around him had rushed out of the range of the Xia Village Valley...... (To be continued......)

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