"In the future, the Great Song Dynasty will be proud of this battle. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Lin Zaixing felt that he had never been calm in his heart, so calm that Lin Feng around him felt strange.

"May adults live and die together." Lin Feng shouted loudly.

"I want adults to live and die together." The guards around him shouted in unison.

"Okay," Lin Zaixing coldly waved the big knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Raise the flag bearer, forward, forward." ”

"Attack in front, retreat in the rear." This is not only his own oath, but also his own destiny, he is destined to go down in history, this is the most affirmative sentence that Li Xiang said, and Lin Zaixing also believes it.

With a bang, the huge force shook the solid crossbow, and a sharp spear-like crossbow arrow quickly flew towards the dark night in the distance.

"Damn, hit." Yang Wushu looked at the slowly falling Mongolian Han soldiers unwillingly, as if he could see a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Sheep's head, how many?" Guo Xixia rubbed his eyes weakly, the dark night was also a great challenge for him, he could only see the location of the Mongolian soldiers with the help of the fire of the Mongolian sailors when they fired the stone cannons, and then reacted in an instant and shot the crossbow arrows on the crossbow.

"Grandma's, it's only three, what are you proud of?" Yang Wushu was not convinced, he swore that after this battle, he must practice his bow and arrow diligently, and strive to upgrade the accuracy to fifty percent.

"Isn't it?" Guo Xixia shook his head: "You can see it more clearly." ”

Yang Wushu glared at Guo Xixia fiercely, but he still looked at it very carefully, and with the faint light, he saw that this time there was a skewer, stringing the two people together.

At this time, Yang Wuving's face became illusory: "I can't think of it, I can't think of it." ”

If you can't think of anything, only you know.

"Sheep's head, sheep's head." Guo Gelu suddenly shouted loudly: "That's not an adult's warship? ”

Yang Wushu turned his eyes and saw a huge boat moving forward quickly, a tall battle flag flying in the wind, and then the hazy moonlight, he could even see the word "Lin" shining with golden light.

A neat shout rang out from the boat.

"Forward, forward."

"Good, good, good." Yang Wudi's eyes suddenly became hazy: "Lao Tzu has never admired a person so much, good you are a little Lin Lord." ”

"Brothers, don't be left behind." Yang Wushu shouted loudly: "Forward, forward." ”

"Forward, forward."

The barely formed formation of the six spearmen was instantly shattered like paper under the accelerated impact of the cavalry, and every man in black was covered with blood, as if he had just come out of the big dye vat.

Hu Ba, the man in black, was full of coldness in his eyes, but his heart was dripping blood. Ten days ago, he was just a gangster fighting on the street, Xiaolangjun Du Deming, Shaoxi Mansion Tanhualang Li Xiang, Pingsu What a rare hero, found himself and asked himself if he dared to kill.

Holy shit, hell.

Hu Ba turned his face at that time, although you two are heroes, but Lao Tzu is not a bear, the ghost knows how many people he killed, ten years ago, he was exiled to Luzhou because he stabbed the damn corrupt official to death with a pig-killing knife, after arriving in Luzhou, killing people and setting fire are even more indispensable, in this world of the jungle, if you don't kill people, others will kill you, it's very simple.

Killing, this is your own fate.

Although Hu Ba is just a gangster, he also has his own persistence and his own bottom line, if it is not for the guilty and reckless people, he will resolutely not kill the women, children, widows and children, and will not kill them all, this bottom line, this kind of persistence has also brought him a certain reputation. Today, however, he has killed many, many strangers, innocent people.

The childish little soldier, the old man with pale beard, the general in armor, the wounded soldier with his right hand cut off, the archer who couldn't tell the direction in a panic, and the spearman who babbled gibberish with empty hands.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Hu Ba didn't know how many people he had killed, he felt very tired, he never thought that he would be tired when he killed someone, and he would feel tired when he killed someone.

In the past, he had clear grievances, he would repay his kindness and revenge, he would never feel ashamed of killing people, and he felt ashamed, but now, he feels that he is a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats.

He felt that he was a lifeline, and the people who crossed his line all died under his own knife, and he didn't know what the identities of the other men in black were, and he didn't want to know.

He wrapped his face tightly in a black cloth, he didn't want the dead soldier to see his caracal's face before he died.

"Woo, woo, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Hu Ba seemed to hear the childish cry, this was the first head he cut off, and he felt that his heart was very ruthless, very ruthless. He still remembers that when he stabbed to death the corrupt official who ruined his family with a pig-killing knife, he was not so ruthless.

At that time, I still hesitated, hesitated, and timid. But now? Hu Ba hated himself, ruthless himself for why he could get the knife, if his son hadn't died, maybe it would have been so big, he should have given him a chance.

He should have been given a chance, but he didn't. Hand up and knife down. The specially processed sharp broadsword easily slashed through the creep's head, and he looked at himself at a loss with panicked eyes, and blood flew in the air. But the body fell limply towards himself.

Hu Ba kicked at the headless corpse and shouted: "Those who retreat from the battle, kill." ”

"After everyone dies, your name will be engraved on the Memorial Hall of the Anti-Mongolian Righteous Men in Shaoxi Mansion."

"Leave your name in history."

A tear oozed from Hu Ba's red eyes, very salty, very salty, just like the hot blood.

"Those who retreat from the battle, kill." Lin Hongsheng stood in front of the rejection of the horse, looked at those familiar faces and said coldly, he couldn't even remember that this cold voice came out of his mouth, a neat row of black-clothed teams stood behind him, and all the black-clothed people in the forward had died in front of them.

"My lord, leave a way for the brethren to live, leave a way for the brethren to live, shall you leave a way for the brethren to live?" The forward commander made Lin Feng plead bitterly, his armor was in tatters, and his body was covered with blood.

"Those who are cowardly, kill." On the side of the rejection of the horse, Lin Hongsheng slowly raised his right hand.

"My lord, the Tartars have retreated, the Tartars have retreated." The commander Lin Feng shouted loudly: "Don't you never pity your lords in your hearts? ”

"Those who retreat from the battle, kill, those who are cowardly, kill, those who abandon their weapons and surrender, kill." Lin Hongsheng's nails had already sunk into the palm of his hand, but his voice was still so calm, and the Mongolian cavalry not far away would rush in with death the moment he opened the rejection horse.

"Your Excellency." Lin Feng suddenly knelt down and kowtowed a few times to the south: "Brother, you must survive and take good care of your mother." ”

"Tell your mother, please forgive your child for being unfilial." Lin Feng tore off the tattered armor on his body with his backhand, revealing countless scars, and Ang Tian shouted: "Brothers, there is death and no life, rush with me." (To be continued.) )