Zhang Xin stared at the trajectory of the mace, although the front and back had been sealed at this time, Zhang Xin had not given up hope of survival, and was frantically calculating even the slightest possible way to survive in his heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHowever, no matter how much he calculated, this stick could not be avoided. Zhang Xin could only lift the bladed horizontal knife as hard as he could, and tried his best to block him in front of his chest - although he knew that a thin horizontal knife was no different from a piece of paper under Dorjee's black iron mace. Looking at the mace that was getting closer and closer, Zhang Xin shouted in despair in his heart, "Am I going to die like this....... ...... Lao Tzu actually became a trick of playing soy sauce in three chapters of the novel......"

At the moment when the mace was about to reach his body, Zhang Xin suddenly felt a hard kick in his waist. This hard kick just kicked Zhang Xin out of the battle circle. Zhang Xin rolled on the ground with the power of this kick, and when he got up to look again, he happened to see Hu Laosan standing in the position he had just now, and was beaten in two by the mace that Duoji swung down with all his might.

"No-" Zhang Xin shouted frantically, and Zhang Xin instantly realized that it was Hu Laosan who suffered this for him, if it weren't for Hu Laosan, he would have become Zhang Xin who was now beaten into two pieces. Zhang Xin threw away his curled horizontal knife, pulled out a horizontal knife from the ground that he didn't know was used by that unlucky guy, and it was almost brand new, and rushed forward like crazy.

Ashin...... Let's go....... "Hu Laosan was hit by Dorjee, and his lower abdomen was all gone. The intestines flowed out along the broken wound. But Hu Laosan relied on his tenacious vitality to not die for a while, but grabbed Dorjee's mace with both hands, saw Zhang Xin's eyes rushing up with blood, and used his last bit of strength, tilting his head and shouting at Zhang Xin, "Ashin...... As soon as he finished ......saying this, a large stream of blood spurted out from Hu Laosan's mouth and nose along with fragments of internal organs.

"No......" Zhang Xin saw this scene, tears and snot flowed down involuntarily, washing his already dusty face one by one. Don't ......" Zhang Xin howled weakly, guilt and remorse gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, he couldn't accept the shadow of that brother at all, and the third brother Hu, who usually didn't say a word for a day, died in front of him in order to save him.

"It's ...... Military Order...... I am...... Sir...... Let's go......" Hu Laosan's face was already bruised and difficult to look at, and his arms were scraped by the hook thorns on Dorjee's mace, but no matter how Dorjee waved the mace in his hand, Hu Laosan's half of his body was still hanging on Dorjee's mace, and he refused to come down.

Maybe it was because he saw Zhang Xin, who was about to die after such a big effort, ran away, Dorjee was obviously irritable, and a wave of resentment was all vented on Hu Laosan, who ruined his good deeds, and saw that Hu Laosan still hung on his mace and couldn't come down, so he immediately raised his mace and pounded it on the ground, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhang Xin only saw a pool of bright red flesh mixed with fragments of earthy yellow cloth, and he was still clutching the two arms of the mace.

"Ahh......h Gotta kill him......."

Fortunately, at this time, Zhang Yi had barely organized the previous wave of deserters, but it was impossible to expect this group of deserters to withstand the attack of the Black Shirts, and now Zhang Yi's only hope was to let this group of deserters rout a little slower.

However, this group of deserters came at the right time, just in time for Zhang Xin not to be hacked to death by the blackshirts around him when he rushed up to fight Dorjee.

Zhang Xin continued to attack around Dorjee, and a horizontal knife "clanked" and kept slashing at Dorjee's body. But Dorjee's vital point is always covered by a thick armor, and no matter how hard Zhang Messenger exerts, he can't cut it, and the knife that occasionally passes in through the gap only leaves a small wound on Dorjee's body that doesn't itch, not only did it not make Dorjee reduce the slightest combat effectiveness, but it stimulated his ferocity, and a mace made it even more vigorous.

After a long battle, Zhang Xinli was obviously anxious. After exploding with all his strength for too long, Zhang Xin could already clearly feel that his movements had become a little slow. Suddenly, Zhang Xin snorted, and a Tubo scimitar left a wound about a foot long on Zhang Xin's left arm, and Zhang Xin swung his right hand horizontally, and immediately cut the head of the blackshirt soldier who attacked him all over the ground. But it was just such a distraction, and Dorjee's mace smashed down on his head again. Zhang Xin curled up and rolled back, landing out of the scope of Dorjee's mace. However, Zhang Xin stabilized his body again and found that when he was fighting with Dorjee, more than half of the deserters who had been organized with great difficulty had already been killed and wounded.

Just as Zhang Xin gritted his teeth and was about to join the battle group, he suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Zhang Xin looked back suspiciously, and found that it was his brother with a full face and beard, staring at the battlefield in front of him seriously.

Zhang Yi held the horizontal knife out of the scabbard in his right hand, the blade of the snow bright knife was against the ground, and with his left hand, he took out a scroll from his arms and stretched it out in front of Zhang Xin: "Go and send this to the Assassin's Mansion." ”

Zhang Xin instantly understood that Zhang Yi knew that he would die, and wanted to use the excuse of sending a letter to break him away so that he could live.

"Nope." Zhang Xin shook his head and said, "Brother, if I don't leave, if I want to die, I will die together." ”

Zhang Yi stuffed the scroll in his hand into Zhang Xin's arms, and then with a "snap", he slapped Zhang Xin with his backhand, "First, call Junhou." Second, disobey orders and follow the law. Third, what are you, you deserve to die with Lao Tzu. ”

Zhang Xin was a little stunned by Zhang Yi's slap, and then heard Zhang Yi's three reasons, and couldn't help but be excited again: "Brother......"

It's a pity that before Zhang Xin could say anything, Zhang Yi slapped him again, "Get out!" ”

Zhang Xin bit his lip hatefully, looking at his brother's cold face, wanting to keep it in his heart forever. However, he silently gave a military salute, and without looking back, he ran west along the road.

Running and running, tears involuntarily flowed down his cheeks - Zhang Xin didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't control his desire to cry......