He struggled to pull his jaw back so that his throat tightened, as the churning of blood brought him closer to suffocation.

The last thing he wanted to do in his life was to look back and see the face of the person who killed him, but he didn't do it......

Because of the bamboo spear inserted in his body, the young cowardly Xue Xue could not completely paralyze to the ground after his death, and was supported by the bamboo spear in a strange posture and remained in the center of this Shura field.

It was only then that several volunteers came out from behind him, trying to inspect the injuries of the young man in the red scarf, but the young man suddenly jumped up from the ground and ran away with a scream.

"That's it, it looks like this kid is crazy." A soldier of the Red Turban Army sighed.

The person who led the group was the commander of the ten commanders of this righteous army, and he was also the one who had just shot to kill the cowardly Xue Gang, and after seeing the crazy appearance of this young man, he said bitterly: "This child's life is bitter, his mother died of illness early, and his father was killed by the defenders with bows and arrows when we fought Luo Tian, I saw that he was pitiful and took it with me, but I didn't expect to hurt him." ”

"In these years and months, how can there be people who don't suffer hard?" An older soldier lamented.

The ten-captain turned his head to look at the cowardly Xue who had just died, and wanted to use him to refute the veteran, but after seeing his more miserable death, he fell silent.

Even if there is any deep hatred and hatred, it is time to let go of it at the cost of one life.

The ten-captain picked up the spear left by the mad boy and was about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he swept to the old soldier who wanted to cut off the cowardly Xue's ear, and for some reason, he still stopped him in a deep voice.

"Leave him a whole corpse."

The veteran hesitated for a moment and didn't make a move, thinking that anyway, there are so many ears that can be cut off to earn military merits in this battlefield, and there is no need to choke with his comrades for this time.

When the people were sleepy and the sky was low, the pursuit of the Yuan army by the Red Turban Army also came to an end......

Ni Wenjun, who was almost exhausted of physical strength, only felt that the air was extremely stuffy, and the blood stains on his body had dried up, sticking to his skin and blocking pores, but the sweat was unwilling to leave his body no matter what, and stubbornly adhered to his skin.

So he threw away the iron spear he had picked up, and pulled the reins with his free hand, in case he suddenly fell off his horse and lost face.

Although Ni Wenjun is majestic on the surface and always maintains a cold and majestic posture, he knows very well in his heart how lucky he is to win.

For example, now, where did the soldiers of the Red Turban Army who pursued the enemy for the first time know the truth of maintaining physical strength?

The frontal battlefield was only fought for more than an hour, and it was a full two hours to chase after the Yuan army's buttocks, and at this time, if the Yuan army took advantage of the fatigue of its own soldiers and suddenly sent a team of cavalry...... Ni Wenjun suddenly didn't dare to imagine such a scene, after all, the Yuan army that lost his armor was a lesson for him.

"Order, collect the troops!" Ni Wenjun glanced around and found that there was only one guard he still knew, so he shouted at him.

This victory was hearty, and his own general always rushed to the front, taking the lead, and even single-handedly entered the enemy formation and captured the commander of the Yuan army, and he was a good man!

The Red Turban Army who saw Ni Wenjun fighting bravely to kill the enemy all had this feeling, and this guard was naturally no exception, and he had already worshiped Ni Wenjun as a god in his heart.

The guards were stunned for a moment before they realized that the general was calling themselves, and hurriedly ran over on the grass shoes, "General, you called me?" ”

Ni Wenjun glanced at him and found that his outfit was really ridiculous: he stepped on a pair of straw sandals made by himself; He was dressed in a shabby short coat that was "full of loopholes", and the four characters of "Amitabha" were depicted with wooden charcoal on the front and back of the short clothes, and two of the words were written one stroke less; A red scarf was tightly tied on his head, and the red scarf was covered with mud, and I don't know if it was picked up from somewhere; Holding a flag in both hands, but the flag has been cut off by the sword, and it is vaguely visible that it is a "Ni".

Ni Wenjun couldn't help but look at him differently.

He was indeed riding a horse and running with all his strength, and more than 100 guards with him had already run away, but this soldier was only wearing a pair of straw sandals that were about to wear out and could follow him until now, and the most important thing was that he had no blades and armor on his body, just holding this poorly made "handsome flag".

How could his determination and perseverance, including his ability to survive on the battlefield, not attract Ni Wenjun's attention?

Ni Wenjun paused the conversation with him, turned left and right, and found that there happened to be a discarded armor on the ground, so he leaned over and picked it up with his nine-ring knife, handed it to the soldier and said, "Put it on." Then he turned to a soldier who had snatched a horse, and ordered, "Give him your horse." ”

The soldier carrying the flag was extremely moved after taking the armor, and choked up: "General Xie." ”

Ni Wenjun put the Nine Ring Knife on hold, only to find something strange.

The soldiers next to him have already taken swords and armor, and it stands to reason that the soldiers carrying the flag should be more alert, how can they still be dressed like this?

So he frowned and said suspiciously; "The Yuan army was beaten by me and lost its armor, after a battle, who in our Red Turban Army didn't change into sophisticated armor and weapons, why are you so insightful, and you still have to wear this useless rags?"

The flag-carrying soldier held the armor and flagpole with one hand, wiped his forehead with the other, and said helplessly: "The general is invincible, even the mount is a horse, and no one can stop him all the way, I am afraid that I will lose the general if I am not careful." ”

Ni Wenjun immediately showed a sudden expression, and looked up to him a little more in his heart, but he still pretended to question and tentatively said: "If you lose it, you will lose it, how can it matter if you live?" ”

Who would have thought that the soldier immediately frowned and retorted: "I am the only one in our team who carries this handsome flag, everyone sees the flag as if they see the general, and they will have a twelve-point spirit in their hearts to kill the enemy, but if this flag is out of proportion, others will know that the general is in danger, so that even if the battle can be won, the soldier will inevitably be cowardly and cannot fight with his heart." So even if I break my leg, this flag can't be lost with the general, let alone broken easily! ”

"Good boy!" After listening to his answer, Ni Wenjun praised him in his heart, his eyes showed a compelling essence, and he asked slowly, "What's your name?" ”

The soldier and the general already had the confidence to answer, and replied in a loud voice: "Ming Yuzhen! ”

"Ming Yuzhen? You're the one who led the villagers to settle themselves? Ni Wenjun's eyes lit up, this soldier did give him a lot of surprises today.

The soldier named Ming Yuzhen was a little embarrassed, and said stupidly: "What the general said is exactly below." ”