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Chapter 31 Walking with the Son

The slaughter continues, and unless a miracle strikes, the outcome of this battle cannot be changed.

Except for Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and Mao Gui, who each took hundreds of cronies and fought and retreated, the rest of the battalions had been completely broken up. If the soldiers can't find the generals, they won't be able to take care of the soldiers. Those who can squeeze onto the drawbridge will squeeze along the drawbridge to the city gate hole, and those who can't squeeze into the drawbridge will jump directly into the icy moat. Those who can't even jump into the river will flee along the river bank in the east and west directions, Xuzhou City has four gates, as long as they escape to the east and west gates, they will still have the opportunity to go home and clean up.

The officers and soldiers of Meng Yuan under the command of Wu Rabuhua caught up with the officers and soldiers of the Red Turban Army who were at least five times their size from behind, and stabbed them to death on the ground one by one, as simple as mowing grass.

A team of ten can hunt down a hundred Red Turbans. A hundred-man squad can sweep a thousand armies on the battlefield. Even if there are only two or three Rakshasa soldiers, they can still chase and slash after dozens of Red Turban Soldiers, and there is no need to worry about the latter daring to turn back and fight back.

Even the Goryeo sticks with armor and weapons of the same grade as the Red Turban Army were like drinking mandala juice, excitedly chasing the back of the Red Turban Army, all of them were complacent and murderous.

An overexcited Goryeo servant pounced on Zhu Eighty-one with a blood-dripping Pu knife. He already had three unobtrusive heads hanging from his waist, and he was about to harvest a fourth. However, the fourth head refused to lower its neck and let him cut it, but suddenly took a sideways step, and then swept it sideways with its arm horizontal.

"Poof!" The Goryeo servant heard a familiar sound, then covered his throat with both hands, and opened his eyes in surprise, until he died, he couldn't believe that this guy in front of him, who looked lost and depressed, would actually resist, and still have such neat skills.

Zhu Eighty-one raised the back of his hand and wiped it on his face, and continued to run forward. There were still at least five or six hundred meters away from the Vuldon's command platform, and he had to speed up before anyone noticed him.

Several Mongol cavalrymen on tall horses galloped past him only ten meters away, but did not stop to pursue his interest. There are too many red turban sergeants who have lost their way on the battlefield, and this guy who only wears a piece of leather armor is not a big official at first glance, and it is not worth wasting the cavalry's time.

Another group of Goryeo servants rushed towards him, and Zhu Bayi circled sideways to avoid colliding head-on with the other party. These Korean soldiers, like the Mongol soldiers before them, were equally illiterate, and turned a blind eye to the "big fish" that was close at hand but ran quite fast.

Zhu Eighty-one continued to move against the flow of people on the chaotic battlefield, like a lonely flying eagle.

Two more waves of officers and soldiers were avoided by him, and they were less than 400 meters away from the handsome platform. He felt his heart pounding, and his breathing was heavy as if he were pulling bellows.

There are fewer and fewer routs in front of you, and there are fewer and fewer enemy troops, and your vision is getting clearer and clearer.

When the two bloodied Rakshasa soldiers saw him, they were stunned and pounced on him with a sly smile. These two men had just dealt with a small group of Red Turban Army who were fighting to the death, and they were so tired that they were sweating profusely, and their footsteps were far behind their accomplices. I was worried that it was too tiring to chase after the defeated soldiers, and now there are fools who send their heads to the door and teach them how not to be overjoyed?!

Zhu Bayi couldn't get rid of it after a few rounds, and was finally blocked by the two. With his left hand, he pulled a bamboo tube from his waist and tried to fight. Then after lifting the bamboo tube, it suddenly appeared that he had forgotten to light the moxa wool used to light the fire in advance.

It's definitely too late to dig out the fire fold to point the lead. Zhu Bayi didn't even think about it, and smashed the bamboo tube at the Rakshasa soldier who was already close at hand. Then he raised his right hand and stabbed the man in the heart.

"Smack!" The bamboo tube was cut into two pieces by the Rakshasa soldiers with a short knife, and the black powder lost its restraint and fell from the air one after another, sprinkling the person all over his head. Before he could wipe it with his hand, the pig-killing knife had already stabbed him in the chest. "Dang!" There was a thud on the ground, and a series of sparks were splashed.

"Hmm!" The Rakshasa soldiers were pushed back one after another by the huge force coming from their chests, and then waved their iron shields and slapped Zhu Eighty-one's head. Zhu Eighty-one couldn't dodge, so he had to rush forward, and even brought a knife and threw himself into the arms of the Rakshasa soldiers.

The iron shield smashed into the air, and the Rakshasa soldier's right hand blade was raised, stabbing at Zhu Eighty-one's lower abdomen from diagonally below. Zhu Eighty-one pressed down with his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The pig-killing knife in his right hand was raised again, piercing the throat of the Rakshasa soldier.

The Rakshasa soldiers were well-trained, and immediately lost their shields and used their left arm to support Zhu Bayi's right arm. The pig-killing knife can't be pierced, and the short blade can't be picked up. The two were entangled, their eyes staring, and the white smoke between their nostrils was clearly visible.

Another Rakshasa soldier saw that there was a advantage to be taken advantage of, and immediately walked around behind Zhu Bayi, ready to give him a fatal blow. In the midst of lightning, Zhu Bayi sensed that danger was approaching, his mouth roared, and his arms, legs, waist and limbs were forced at the same time. Like pushing an animal, he pushed the opposite Rakshasa soldier more than five meters away and lay on the ground on his back facing the sky.

The Rakshasa soldier behind him stabbed into the air, stepped forward and stabbed again. Suddenly, a pair of arms in ornate armor reached out from the side and hugged his waist stiffly.

Both attacks failed, and the Rakshasa soldiers were extremely angry. The tip of the knife immediately reversed direction and slashed at the Red Turban Army general who was holding him. One knife, then another knife.

"Ahh

Zhu Eighty-one happened to turn around and saw Sun Thirty-One, who had just been kicked by himself, hanging like a vine on the waist of the Rakshasa soldier, blood spurting out like a fountain from the wound on his back.

"Ahh He opened his mouth and let out a loud scream, no longer caring about the other Rakshasa soldier who had been knocked to the ground by himself, he jumped up and threw his legs in the air towards the one who was being held by Sun Thirty-one. The whole person smashed into the man's chest like a cannonball.

"Bang!" The size of the pig killer is far greater than that of Sun Thirty-one, who is usually reluctant to even eat meat. The force of the impact caused the Rakshasa to fall backwards and fall heavily in a pool of blood.

Zhu Eighty-one was also unsteady on his feet, his body staggered a few steps, his knees bent, and he happened to kneel on the chest of the Rakshasa soldier. This is the most basic action of killing pigs in his ordinary life, from the age of twelve when he was forced to hold a knife by the drunkard master, until the drunkard master died. I don't know how many lives of livestock have been lost during this period, and every action has already evolved into instinct.

I saw him staring at his red eyes, and his knees pressed against the chest of the Rakshasa soldiers. The tip of the knife stabbed against the collarbone to the neck socket, "poof", through the skin and muscles, it went straight to the heart without hindrance, and then pulled out like a cloud, bringing out a half-zhang high blood spring.

Zhu Eighty-one, who was drenched in blood, immediately jumped up and pounced on the other Rakshasa soldier who had just gotten up with a pig-killing knife. The Rakshasa soldier was so frightened by the murderous aura that came out of his body that his legs weakened, and he swung his steel knife and iron shield wildly, protecting the exposed parts of his body.

A simple spear swept against the ground, stumbling over it, and kneeling in front of Zhu Bayi. Zhu Bayi didn't even think about it, and with the instinct he had cultivated over the years, he was another knife. "Poof", the pig-killing knife pierced the heart along the neck socket, which was exactly the same as the previous knife.

"Thirty-one, thirty-one!" Mr. Su dropped his spear and picked up the dying thousand-legged grandson Thirty-one from the pool of blood.

Sun Thirty-one's pupils had dilated, and he looked at Zhu Eighty-one, squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and passed away with hatred.

"Long History--, Long History-!!" Xu Hongsan led more than 100 men to the chaotic battlefield, half of them were personal soldiers, and the other half were from the first batch of officers who received training, all covered in blood. Seeing Sun Thirty-one in Mr. Su's arms, he was stunned and lowered his head silently.

"Y-?!" Zhu Bayi didn't expect that so many people would really die with him, and including Mr. Su, who was as timid as a mouse, was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes.

Mr. Su grinned, didn't say a word, put down Sun Thirty-one's body, untied a smoking moxa wool from his waist, and held it to Zhu Eighty-one with both hands.

Zhu Bayi immediately understood what the other party meant, and stretched out his left hand to take the moxa. Then Xun pinned the pig-killing knife in his right hand to his waist, and tore off the second bamboo tube, "Follow me, let's go fry the tartar!" ”

"Fried Tartars, fried Tartars!" Mr. Su and Xu Hongsan, Niu Da, Wang Fatzi and others, either with flat-ended spears or holding a bamboo tube, did not fall an inch.

But everyone at least lived, like a human being!

This small group of people walking upright immediately attracted countless eyes from the surrounding area. A dozen or so Goryeo servants hurriedly ran forward to stop them, and they were stabbed by the people who stretched out their spears, and all of them were stabbed into a sieve.

One of the Rakshasa Soldiers and two other Rakshasa soldiers also rushed over, brandishing short knives to block the group's path. Mr. Su waved his hand, and Niu Da immediately entangled them with five brothers. The other brothers continued to follow Zhu Eighty-one, no matter how terrible the screams from behind them were, they didn't stop at all.

They don't have time to stay, and they don't dare to dwell too much on anyone who gets in their way. A team of more than 100 people, just a small blister in the torrent, if a big wave hits it, it will make them disappear without a trace.

Several more Rakshasa soldiers rushed forward to block the way, and Wang Fatzi took the lead in rushing out.

Another small group of Korean soldiers rushed over from the oblique thorns, and the scholar Liu Ziyun led several brothers to meet them, holding steel knives, like a group of unyielding torturers!

The head is broken, and the hand is an eye. The hand is broken, and the heart is not dead, and the will is not lost. Even if the body was chopped to pieces by a steel knife, and every bone was burned to ashes by the wildfire, there were still souls dancing in a fight.

Born, for a man.

Death is also a ghost male.