Chapter 737: Ice and Snow (Subscription Requested) (Page 1/1)

Mu Bari leaned weakly on the corpse of the war horse, recalling little by little the fight when he had just hedged. He remembered that he had just chopped off the enemy's head when the North Koreans shot him in the chest.

He vividly remembered that his breastplate had been pierced, and then he passed out in the dark. It seems that he was lucky not to be killed by a single shot, nor was he trampled to death by a war horse on the chaotic battlefield.

Looking at the somewhat broken corpses of the war horses, he understood something. It may be that the war horse blocked many hooves for him, but it was the corpse of one of the war horses that saved him that pressed him and made him unable to move.

There was still some pain in his chest, and he quickly reached out to touch his chest. There was a hole the thickness of a finger, and it stands to reason that he was hedging very fast, and the spear should have pierced him.

He reached out and touched the hole, and suddenly his face turned pale. Then a wry smile came, and he didn't know if he should laugh out loud or not.

Since heading south, Mubari has gained a lot along the way. He exchanged all his loot for easy-to-carry gold yuan coupons, and he had no one else at home, so he could only carry them with him.

He didn't feel at ease when the thick dozen gold yuan coupons were placed somewhere else, so he had to keep them close to his chest. Just now, the enemy's shot happened to pierce the golden yuan coupons, and the spear pierced through the breastplate, and penetrated the thick stack of golden yuan coupons, which no longer had much strength, leaving only a shallow scar on his chest.

This is exactly what made Mu Bari smile bitterly, and it is better to say that the golden yuan coupon was pierced by a spear. Pieced together, it could still be used, but the shot in the chest was not fatal, but it shed a lot of blood.

He could think that the Golden Yuan Coupon must be covered with black-brown blood, and the Golden Yuan Coupon dyed like this must be unrecognizable, this is Mubari's entire net worth, even if he survives the Great War, he will not be happy.

Mubari lifted his visor, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and was pondering how to get himself out from under the horse's carcass when another figure stood on the ground not far away. Just as Mubari wanted to say hello, his pupils suddenly widened.

The leather armor of this man was obviously a North Korean, and Mu Bari glanced left and right. Pulling out the sharp knife from his waist, the corpse of the war horse remained motionless, he put his mouth under the war horse, and the white breath exhaled from the province exposed himself.

At the same time, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the man's movements. The man didn't seem to be in a very good state, and sat there and gasped violently.

After a while, the man seemed to be looking for something, and when he found it, he began to kick it back and forth with his foot. After a while, Mubari heard the sound of metal entering the flesh, and the sound of moaning from time to time.

Mubari's whole body was trembling, and he knew what this North Korean was doing. This person searched for the corpse on the ground, and found that there was a Changxing army with a breath left, so he made up for it. Two voices have already been heard, indicating that two people have died at the hands of this North Korean

Could it be that the night is not closed and the battle is defeated? Wiped out on your own side? Otherwise, the Changxing Army would not let go of the opportunity to clean up the battlefield, and such a thing should be done by the Changxing Army.

Maybe Captain Kugli is in a hurry to pursue the Korean lord Yi Kun! He hurried away without carefully inspecting the battlefield, anyway, the North Korean had already woken up, and he had to do something.

But his legs were pressed by the war horse and he couldn't move at all, even if he could attract this North Korean, it was just another corpse on the ground.

At that moment, there was another sound of a blade entering the flesh, and although there was no groan, Mubari decided to give it a try.

He pushed his hands on the carcass of the war horse, and pulled his legs out with all his might. He felt as if his legs might loosen, and he pushed his legs out with all his might.

It was this slight movement that made a slight sound on the land, and the North Korean not far away seemed to hear something. He stopped what he was doing and walked this way.

Mubari didn't dare to move, he held his breath and tried to breathe as gently as possible, so that people could not see from the ups and downs of his body that he was still a living person.

The footsteps came nearer, and Mubari's heart rose to his throat. He knew that maybe the next moment he would be shot to death by the other party, and he couldn't do anything at the moment, and the torment of waiting almost tortured him crazy.

The North Korean approached Mubari with a spear in his hand. In the vicinity of Mubari, he was engrossed in watching the body underground, kicking it with his foot or beating it with a spear in his hand every time he passed the corpse of the Changxing Army.

This man is very cautious, does not walk fast, and tries not to let go of any suspicious target. As he approached, he saw the "corpse" that had been crushed under him by the war horse.

He cautiously walked over and raised his foot to kick at Mubari. At this moment, Mu Bari unconsciously tensed his body, and the sharp knife in his hand was even more prepared.

The North Korean who raised his foot hesitated a little, and Mu Ba was fighting with his horse, even if he kicked it, he couldn't see Mu Bali's reaction.

He had the heart to leave like this and go elsewhere to find the source of the voice just now, and he didn't want to let go of any possibility. The North Korean lowered his feet and stretched out the spear in his hand, the tip of which approached Mubari's back little by little.

Mubari felt something close to him, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat. The sharp knife in his hand was clenched tighter, the joints of his fingers were a little white, and his breathing almost stopped for fear that his heart would jump out of his mouth.

Are you going to die? The good life he was about to live was about to leave him, and he was very unwilling, but at this moment he had no choice but to wait for the last moment to come.

Suddenly, the cold tip of the spear was on his shoulder, and just when Mu Bari was puzzled, he felt that the tip of the spear on his shoulder seemed to be exerting force, and he also turned over with the force of the tip of the gun.

Mubari closed his eyes and held his breath for nothing. He knew that if he made the slightest move, the North Korean in front of him would not hesitate to plunge his spear into his throat.

The tip of the gun was only three inches away from Mubari's face, and he could already smell the smell of blood on the tip of the gun. A drop of cold liquid dripped on his face, but Mu Bari felt hot and hot, this was the hot blood of the robe.

The North Korean with the spear didn't notice anything unusual, and he stepped over Mubari's body and was about to walk forward. When he took a step, he always felt that something was wrong.

But this kind of wrongness made his heart throb inexplicably, could it be that he killed too many people? There are no ghosts and gods in the ice and snow!

Wrong! Frozen! The corpse should not be so soft in the ice and snow, it should be stiff!

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