The Black-Armored Sergeant finally began a massive retreat, or rather a rout. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The battlefield was full of black-armored sergeants lying in the snow, some of their bodies were covered with snowflakes, and many more were prostrate on the ground, motionless and without the slightest sound.

The white-robed cavalry had already advanced forward on a large scale, and their numbers were not very large, and the murderous aura they displayed was terrifying.

It was at this time that a surprising scene appeared.

The boy lying on the ground, holding a spear in his hand, slowly stood up, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and opened his eyes.

When the boy opened his eyes, a bone-chilling cold instantly spread around him.

The young man's eyes showed confusion and coldness, he looked around coldly, looked at the body of the uncle on the ground that had not been completely covered by snow, and seemed to be a little unable to believe what he saw in front of him.

There were too many corpses around, as well as the white-robed cavalry that had just passed, and the black-armored sergeants who had fled, indicating that this was a battlefield of killing.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

Things are not people, and this teenager is not another teenager.

Wu Shaogang, who crossed into the body of a young man with the same name and surname, stood up tiredly, his mind was still filled with remorse and guilt, his body was full of raging anger, the moment the soldier fell and the log was smashed, it was fixed in his mind, such a low-level mistake would actually appear in him, an excellent special forces instructor.

The corpse of the uncle next to him has been mostly covered by the snow, but in Wu Shaogang's mind, the scene of the uncle sacrificing his life to protect him appeared, and the tragic scene overlapped with the log slipping, which made Wu Shaogang's anger explode instantly.

The four white-robed cavalrymen who fell behind the team saw Wu Shaogang who was slowly standing up, and one of them clamped his horse's belly with his legs and held a spear in his hand, and rushed towards Wu Shaogang.

Wu Shaogang, whose anger had already erupted, needed to vent, and he saw the white-robed cavalry charging over.

All this in front of him told him that this was not a dream, let alone a drill, but a real fight for his life.

Why is this happening, what is going on, there are still people who use knives and guns to fight on the battlefield.

There is no time to ponder, too late to regret, and the moment to save your life comes in an instant.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wu Shaogang's eyes, and the domineering spirit of the special forces instantly recovered.

When the white-robed cavalry came back, Wu Shaogang's body instinctively moved, drifting in the direction of the left, dodging the galloping war horse, and at this moment, he saw the murderous aura in the eyes of the white-robed sergeant on the horse.

There is no time to think, there is no time to hesitate, everything is an instinctive reaction.

Wu Shaogang's hands skillfully brandished the spear, and a series of dazzling spear flowers appeared instantly.

The white-robed sergeant on horseback never dreamed of such a scene, he thought that when the prancing horse rushed over, the black-armored sergeant was already a dead man.

With a missed blow, the white-robed sergeant turned his horse's head and prepared to charge again.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a chance anymore.

Once the murderous aura of the special forces is activated, the power is amazing.

Wu Shaogang's body was already close to the horse's buttocks, and just as the white-robed sergeant turned the horse's head, the spear in his hand swung out again, and the spear head went from low to high in the direction of the throat of the white-robed sergeant on horseback.

An inch long and an inch strong.

The movement was too fast, and the white-robed sergeant didn't react at all.

Where the spear passed, the white-robed sergeant with a somewhat blank expression fell to the ground screaming, and blood spurted out of his throat instantly.

Wu Shaogang didn't look at the struggling sergeant on the ground, he held the gun in his left hand, grabbed the reins with his right hand, and jumped onto the war horse.

The pain in the body is nothing compared to the possibility of losing one's life again at any time.

The scene was so shocking that the other three sergeants looked at each other, and one of them rubbed his eyes.

They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, but their movements were still very fast, and after a little hesitation, they waved the spears in their hands and charged towards Wu Shaogang together.

Wu Shaogang didn't dodge in the slightest, and took the initiative to meet him.

A series of spear sparks reappeared, and the spear in the hand of the white-robed sergeant charging in front was still waving, but his body could no longer maintain balance.

The screams were short, and a hole of blood the size of a copper coin appeared in the sergeant's throat, and blood gushed out from here.

The sergeant threw away the spear in his hand, instinctively covering his throat with both hands, and fell to the ground.

The remaining two white-robed sergeants, with a look of fear in their eyes, reined in their horses' heads, exchanged glances with each other, and changed the direction of their charge, rushing towards Wu Shaogang from left to right.

Just when the two of them were forming a flanking attack and the spears were attacking at the same time, Wu Shaogang's body suddenly lay flat and leaned on the back of the horse.

The spear was still waving, and it headed towards the white-robed sergeant on the left.

The screams returned, and the sergeant on the left repeated the action he had just made, his hand on his bloody throat, and he fell from his horse.

The white-robed sergeant on the right was already stunned, could it be that this person was the god of war, he didn't dare to continue the attack, turned his horse's head and galloped forward, he wanted to catch up with the large army, find helpers, and strangle the terrifying black-robed sergeant in front of him.

A spear whistled as it headed for the white-robed sergeant who was running wildly.

The white-robed sergeant had already opened his mouth wide and was about to shout loudly, but unfortunately his shout had not yet been heard, and the whistling spear was inserted from his back and pierced through his body.

At the same time that the white-robed sergeant's body fell to the ground, Wu Shaogang had already caught up on horseback, and his right hand instantly pinched the handle of the spear, turned it quickly, and tried to pull out the spear with all his might.

The head of the spear passed through the body of the white-robed sergeant again, and the spear was already in Wu Shaogang's hand.

The head of the gun was still dripping blood, and the handle of the gun was turning red, which was chilling.

No one dared to believe that Wu Shaogang on horseback had a shocking wound on his chest and back, which was deeply visible, the black black lacquer fish scale armor had turned dark red, and the lined cotton clothes had also turned dark red.

Supposedly, he suffered such a severe injury that he could not move even if he did not die.

Wu Shaogang held the reins in his hand, looked around coldly, and looked at the white-robed sergeant who was charging in front of him, he did not hesitate, clamped the horse's belly hard, and quickly rushed into the battle group.

The generals and famous teachers are not imprisoned, and thousands of troops avoid black robes.

Wu Shaogang rushed into the cavalry camp, like a sharp sword, tearing a hole in an instant.

Silver spear flowers kept appearing, Wu Shaogang had become a killing god, people blocked killing, Buddha blocked killing Buddha, many sergeants wearing gray and white robes around him, screaming and falling, more sergeants avoided one after another, not daring to confront him.

The white-robed sergeant who charged, because of a black-armored young man, the entire team fluctuated.

An officer who was desperately trying to stop the rout of the black-armored sergeant saw this scene, and when he let out an angry roar from his mouth, he ordered the sergeant next to him to charge, and rushed towards the white-robed sergeant first.

Many sergeants in black armor also saw this scene, and their eyes also revealed a look of surprise, they really didn't understand when such a powerful brother appeared around them, bursting out with such a terrifying murderous aura all over their bodies, one dared to rush into the enemy's army, disturbing the opponent's peace.

Wu Shaogang's bravery, like a burst of strengthening, made many sergeants in black armor burst out again, they followed behind the officer, roaring and rushing towards the opponent...

The fighting and killing on the battlefield continued, and a strong murderous aura spread in the sky.

More and more people fell, but the charge of the white-robed sergeant was temporarily stopped.

This is a tragic battle, and as long as there is the slightest opportunity, neither side will back down.

Perhaps the commanders of both sides are holding back their strength, hoping to win the battle.

The sky was getting darker, the snowflakes were still falling, the dark red blood stains on the ground were gradually covered by the snowflakes, and most of the corpses were also covered by the falling snowflakes, but the smell of blood in the air was still spreading around.

In such a cold climate, it is impossible for the fight to last for a long time.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, the two sides could only withdraw their troops for a temporary truce and gather their respective armies.

The situation of the rout, because of the courage of a seriously wounded young brother, was temporarily contained, which was probably not expected by all the black-armored sergeants.

When the next battle will begin, ordinary sergeants cannot know, they can only pray for God's blessing, pray that this tragic battle will end as soon as possible, pray that they can survive, and pray that they can save their lives.

If the battle is lost, they may scatter and flee to avoid being killed, but more sergeants will die on the battlefield and have no chance to continue to live, so they can only fight desperately to have more chances to save their lives.

The fight is over temporarily, the sergeants on both sides are cleaning the battlefield, the opponent who was fighting to the death just now, at this moment are the corpses of unknown comrades-in-arms, the well water between each other does not interfere with the river water, there is no expression on everyone's faces, and there is no murderous aura, the rest is numbness.

No one likes to kill, everyone wants to live a peaceful life.

In the process of cleaning up the battlefield and collecting the corpses, an aura of despair permeated the surroundings and enveloped everything.

The corpses that were collected were concentrated in one place, and countless sergeants looked at these corpses silently, not long ago they were still living brothers, and in the blink of an eye, they were separated by yin and yang.

Some of the sergeants were digging holes with shovels, and it was difficult to dig through the frozen hard ground, but they had to use all their strength to dig through the hard ground and bury the brothers who died in battle.

Otherwise, the soul will have nowhere to rest, and it will not be able to enter the underworld, and it will not be able to continue to be reincarnated as a human in the next life.

That's what many sergeants were able to do for their fallen brothers.

The medical officer accompanying the army symbolically examined the corpse to see if there were any living people in it, in fact, everyone understood that in such a cold climate, once the injured fell to the ground, the chance of survival was zero.

Five miles away from the battlefield.

The heavy, dark walls, hidden under large snowflakes, almost blended with the white between heaven and earth.

Many of the officers on the city wall were gone, and those who were left were wide-eyed and vigilant.

The gates were kept closed at all times, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will, except for the heralds who came to report the battle.

Two heralds, led by a small group of sergeants, appeared outside the city walls, and one of them shouted loudly and demanded that the sergeants guarding the city open the gates.

The sergeant on the city wall was very vigilant, and pointed his bow and arrow, aiming at the herald and the sergeant of this small group.

The two sergeants on guard descended the wall and hurried towards the barracks.

Half an hour later, the drawbridge was lowered and the gates finally opened.

It turned out that the sergeant of this small group was carrying a seriously wounded young man, and without the slightest delay, they hurried across the moat and headed in the direction of the city gate.

As soon as they entered the corridor, these people stopped and stood respectfully, and under the dazzling torches, they saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the corridor.

The middle-aged man walked over and looked carefully at the young man lying on the stretcher, and a glimmer of light shot in his eyes.

After a few words of inquiry, a herald stayed behind and stood beside the middle-aged man, while the rest of the sergeants carried the young man and continued to walk towards the city...