Chapter 3 Yangguan (Seven Upper)

Crazy, this man is crazy!

Hearing Wang Xun's incoherent shouts, not only Ah Yuhui, but almost all the nearby Hexi soldiers froze.

They can't believe their ears.

Although this group of soldiers were mainly Turkic, they had been fighting under the banner of the Tang Dynasty for a long time, and many of them had already learned the Tang dialect. Although it is still a bit difficult to understand the words "picking up ashes" and "incest", everyone clearly knows what "green hat" and "murder and extermination" mean.

The wife of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty hooked up with his son? Immortal God, what did I hear? Changshengtian testified, I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything.

With these few words alone, the young man with a chain hammer in his hand should be torn to pieces. The purpose of running into the desert to pretend to be a ghost has finally been revealed. It's not for the baggage that was originally allocated to the Anxi Army. It's for the sake of killing!

Only the dead keep secrets. Only when all those who know the secret die can the royal dignity be maintained.

In order to save the royal face, General Geshuhan did not hesitate to send his henchmen to follow him all the way, and finally suddenly made a move in a deserted place. Now that everyone knows the same secret, what will be waiting for everyone in the future?

No one dares to say the answer!

When the two armies fight, how can there be kung fu to make people in a daze? At this moment of stunnedness, the madman-like Wang Xun swept down two more roadblockers, and pounced directly in front of Ah Yuhui, smashing the hammer, "Take your life in exchange." If you want to kill me, you will trade your life for it! ”

"Ahh Hey" Ah Yu will wake up like a dream, and quickly raise the horizontal knife to block. How could the thin horizontal knife withstand such a heavy blow, "Dangchang!" With a bang, several pieces flew out, leaving him with only half a hilt. Trade your life for it! Wang Xun used a hammer, followed by another hammer. Ah Yuhui also reacted quickly, immediately threw away the hilt of the knife and raised the shield with both hands. Just listen to "Knock! With a loud bang, the shield cracked from the center and sank. Behind the shield, Ah Yu will spit blood from his mouth and fly backwards.

"Trade your life for it!" Wang Xun danced the chain hammer and chased after him. One of Ah Yuhui's personal soldiers rushed over to savior and aimed at Wang Xun's back with a horizontal knife. Before he could catch up with Wang Xun's footsteps, Fang Ziling hurried to the scene, hugged his shoulders and back, and slashed the upper half of his personal soldier's body, and the lower half of his body rushed forward a few steps, spurting blood and falling into the desert.

Wang Xun turned a deaf ear to the screams from behind. His eyes stared straight at Ah Yuhui, who had fallen in the desert, and strode closer. One hammer misses, another hammer. Poor Ah Yuhui couldn't even cry at this time. He didn't know if he was disrespectful to the wolf god a few days ago, so he actually met Wang Xun, a madman, today. Normal people don't want to fight with a madman anyway, so he rolls on the sand, and he runs backwards with his hands and feet. While fleeing, he shouted, "Help, help me, come here—ah!" ”

Red blood spurted from his mouth with dark fragments of internal organs. With this hammer, Wang Xun finally smashed it. The iron cone on the hammer failed to pierce Ah Yuhui's back shield, and the huge impact directly smashed Ah Yuhui's spine and internal organs to pieces.

No one can continue to survive in this situation, poor Ah Yu will be pushed forward by the impact of the hammer head and continue to rush forward a few steps, bleeding from the seven orifices, and slowly falling. Seeing this scene, several Hexi veterans who were rushing over to protect the main general were stunned, and everyone's faces were full of disbelief. You must know that Ayuhui can become Ge Shuhan's henchman, not entirely because he is of the same clan as Ge Shuhan. This person's body immediately stepped down to the top, and he was also among the best among the Turkic soldiers. Who would have thought that such a warrior would be killed on the spot by a young man with no name, and he would still chase after him from his back in shame and take his life.

"Trade your life for it!" The big foot stepped on Ah Yuhui's corpse, and Wang Xun quickly rushed to the next target. It was a strong man in Hexi who was about the same height as him, and he used a temporary Mo knife to resist the joint attack of Lao Zhou and Lao Zheng, and he did not fall behind at all. Seeing that Wang Xun also rushed over to help, the strong man immediately used his knife to smash Lao Zhou and Lao Zheng's weapons to the side, and then slashed at Wang Xun with a knife.

The six-foot-long blade brought a cold wind that sent goosebumps on the top of the head. The weapon in Wang Xun's hand was not as long as the weapon in the opponent's hand, but he refused to dodge, accelerated and rushed forward a few steps, and the chain hammer suddenly took off.

"Woo-" The big hammer head of the fence unceremoniously smashed into the strong man's face, smashed it so much that he didn't even hum, spread his weapon, and flew directly backwards. Before the Mo knife landed on top of his head, Wang Xun held the handle of the knife with his free hands. The huge inertia caused the blade to continue to descend, cutting off the leather helmet on Wang Xun's head and bringing up a string of blood beads. In the next moment, he ripped off the cracked helmet with one hand, dragged the hilt of the knife with the other, and strode towards the other Hexi soldier.

I don't know how big the wound is, but the blood is rolling down Wang Xun's forehead. He didn't have time to wipe it, and he didn't want to wipe it, his hair was scattered, his face was covered with blood, and he waved the Mo knife with both hands to send out a piece of cold electricity.

The Hexi soldier who was targeted by him was obviously stupid, holding a horizontal knife with one hand, but he couldn't make a single move. Wang Xun, who had already killed the red-eyed man, still had a little pity in his heart at this moment, and his hand raised and fell, splitting the opponent's body into two pieces.

"Maniac!"

"This man is crazy!"

The morale of the Hexi soldiers was already very low, and they couldn't see their own future, and they were hit by the death of Ayuhui and the death of their own warriors one after another, and they lost the courage to continue to hold on. A few timid guys saw Wang Xun rushing towards him, screamed, dropped his shield, and ran away. The rest were immediately like the wind blowing and defeated, and in an instant, they all turned backwards and collapsed.

"Trade your life for it!" Wang Xun shouted vaguely in his mouth, holding a Mo knife in his hand, and chased after him. Lao Zhou, Lao Zheng and others couldn't stop him, so they had to chase after him with a Mo knife. Seeing this, Fang Ziling, the team leader, had no choice but to turn around and give an order to all the surviving Flying Dragon Guards, "Chase, paste it, and fight with them!" ”

"Fight!" The Praetorian guards didn't know what it meant to grasp the rhythm of the battlefield, but when they saw that their side had the upper hand, their morale soared. Closely following Fang Ziling, he ran out of a sharp arrow behind Wang Xun.

As early as when the infantry of the two sides were in close contact with each other, the Eagle Yang Lang general Gu Litu had already led the cavalry to attack. However, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the soft sand seriously retards the speed of the war horse. Before he and his heavy cavalry could rush into the battle group, the shieldmen in front of them had already been defeated like a tide.

This time, the way of the war horse was blocked. The few heavy armored cavalrymen wearing bright light armor who rushed to the front didn't have time to take their mounts, and directly stepped into the rout team, trampling over more than a dozen of their own robes. And the follow-up heavy cavalry collided forward one after another, or knocked down their own retreating foot soldiers, or hit the butt of the mount in front, and in an instant, the man turned on his back.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Gu Litu's eyes were on fire with anger. Without the elbow of the chariot wall, he and the heavy cavalry under his command could easily trample the enemy into a meatloaf just by stepping on it. But it is another thing to trample on one's own brothers. Not to mention whether the soldiers will be put cold arrows in the back of the soldiers on the battlefield in the future, even if they can make a bloody way, when they rush to the madman surnamed Wang, the war horse will not have any speed. Let the heavy cavalry wearing Mingguang armor deal with the Mo swordsman on the spot, who wins and who loses, don't even think about it.

"Kill, kill them all!" On the other side of the rout, Wang Xunwu shouted at the top of his voice. He had just stepped onto the battlefield, and he didn't know what it meant to "drive away the enemy" at all, let alone "roll up the bead curtain". At this moment, his mind is actually very blurred. I don't know what it's like to be afraid, I don't know death, I don't know what it's like to be alive. The only thing that is clear, is hatred, boundless hatred, like fire, burning his soul, burning his heart and eyes.

He hated, hated Yang Guozhong for taking power and misleading the country, and for the sake of his own wealth, he was actually ready to wipe out more than 400 guards and people like ants. He hated his brother Shu Hanli very much, and in order to curry favor with Yang Guozhong, he did not hesitate to use his henchmen to raise a steel knife in the desert to the Flying Dragon Guard, who was also a soldier of the Tang Dynasty. He hated, hated Chen Xuanli and Gao Lishi for being ruthless and unrighteous, and he didn't even think about his hard work before and after the saddle for more than half a year, and pushed himself out without hesitation in order to protect the royal privacy. He hated, hated that Chang'an City, which was thousands of miles away, actually flowing under the surface of glitz and decadence, such a dirty and cold reality.

It's no wonder that he was driven almost crazy by reality. As a gentleman who has not suffered any setbacks, in his memory, there is almost nothing to do in the world. In Chang'an City, no one except the emperor Lao Tzu is angry. Unexpectedly, when he suddenly opened his eyes, he found that his life was as cheap as sand. It's a guy in an official robe, so you can step on it casually. Just like he once bullied those ordinary people in the east and west cities, he didn't care about the feelings of the other party at all.

This kick was so painful that it stepped directly into the depths of his soul. It turns out that I am nothing in the eyes of others. It turns out that I am as humble as everyone else. The huge gap between the clouds and the dust made him instinctively choose to escape. Don't think about why this is the case, don't think about whether it's fair. I just want to find a chance to vent, cut down everyone who tries to hurt me, and then die in despair.

In this world, perhaps only death is the fairest, everyone is the same, sooner or later. Wielding a Mo knife in his hand, the young man Wang Xun laughed, and in the laughter, the entire desert trembled in front of him.

Lives for lives. Killing one is enough, killing two, earning one.