Dorjee pushed the golden mountain and fell to the ground like a jade pillar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Originally, Dorjee was quite noticeable as soon as he took the lead, and Dorjee was far taller than ordinary people by several feet, and he stood out from the crowd, so it was difficult not to attract attention. Now that Dorjee fell, the blackshirts immediately felt that something was wrong, as if the handsome flag had fallen, and the blackshirts fell into a short-term panic. What's more, dozens of blackshirts closest to Dorjee saw Dorjee being killed by Zhang Xin's punch with their own eyes, Dorjee's Xuantie armor is well known in Tubo, it is a peerless armor that can't hurt even a single bit with a hook halberd, but now it's ...... Broken with his fist, the blackshirts froze in place, wondering if they were hallucinating.

The Black Shirts are like this, and the Tang Army is not much better. Dorjee is not a nameless junior, as early as the Gaozong period, the reputation of the first fierce general of the six yaks in Tubo, the black King Kong Dorjee, spread throughout Longyou, that is a peerless fierce general who can fight with the famous general Xue Rengui without distinguishing between victory and defeat, since Xue Shuai's death, Dorjee has long been recognized as the first fierce general in the two countries, carefully calculated, from Dorjee to the present, almost 20 years. In these 20 years, I don't know how many Tang people and Tubo people grew up listening to the story of Dorjee, in these 20 years, whether it is the Tang army or the Tubo army, they all default to Dorjee's Xuantie armor and Xuantie mace's Dorjee is a symbol of invincibility, that is, the living god of war! However, such a fierce general, who is rare in a century, died under the fist of a soldier who couldn't even see his face clearly.

As if it was a plague, the silence of the Tang army and the black-shirted army at the front slowly spread throughout the battlefield, and the originally noisy shouting and killing gradually stopped, and the Tang army and the Tubo army who were close to each other looked at Zhang Xin, who was staggering with half a spear, although they couldn't see it from a distance, but the unusual silence around them still made the sword in their hands stop waving. Soon, this shocking news spread throughout the battlefield - the peerless fierce general wearing the Xuantie armor, the Black King Kong Dorjee of the Six Yak Division, was killed by a nobody of the Tang Army with a punch!

Everyone's first reaction when they heard the news was - why are you kidding me, telling me false news at this time? But then, countless people told them that this was true, and just now, the first fierce man of the six Tibetan yaks was beaten to death by a nobody—yes, a pawn, not even a military commander.

When the authenticity of the news was confirmed, the morale of the Tibetan people immediately collapsed. In this era when communications are basically based on roaring, the command of the battlefield depends entirely on the leading general. Once the leading general dies, no matter how elite the army is, it will be a plate of scattered sand in an instant. And Dorjee, in addition to being the first fierce general of the six yaks in Tubo, he was also the only commander of the Tubo in Liangzhou City at this time, although he did not erect a banner - his tall figure was a banner itself - but he was indeed the supreme commander of the Blackshirt Army at this time. Now as soon as Dorjee died, the small square of Tubo immediately fell into a commotion.

The Tibetans fell into a commotion, and the Tang army was not much better. Although many Tang soldiers grew up listening to Dorjee's stories, and they have not less fantasized that one day there will be a Tang army general who will kill Dorjee in front of the battle, but in their hearts, if they can kill Dorjee, not to mention a general, at least a captain or something, and even if Dorjee dies in the hands of a military marquis, most of everyone's after-dinner conversation is also "Ah, I think that the Black King Kong Dorjee of the Tubo Kingdom back then was also a peerless general who was rare in a century, but he failed to succeed in the division and died in the hands of a nobody...... "Yunyun. However, reality is often more cruel than fantasy, and the peerless fierce general who crisscrossed the border of Tang and Tibet died at the hands of a small soldier - he was not even a military commander - and what was even more outrageous was that he still killed with his fists!

Zhang Xin didn't care how shocked Tubo and the Tang army were, but moved towards the black-shirted army step by step with a broken spear. Although Zhang Xin is extremely embarrassed now, there is hardly a piece of good meat on his body, and a cup-sized blood hole in his lower abdomen is still oozing blood, and no one can even say whether it will fall to the ground in the next moment. But it was such a young man who fell down at the touch of a punch and killed Dorjee! The blackshirts who had experienced many winds and waves, and in the face of this young man who almost fell down at the slightest touch, he couldn't raise the slightest desire to resist, and a thought flashed in everyone's hearts: "He killed Dorjee with his fists, he is not a human at all, he is either a Buddha or a devil." But isn't Dorjee Vajra, the Buddha wouldn't have killed Vajra, then he must be a devil - yes, he's a devil! ”

Just thinking about it, hundreds of blackshirts were so frightened by Zhang Xin that they lost their morale - yes, how could mortals compete with the devil? So every time Zhang Xin took a step forward, all the blackshirts invariably took a step back, and every time they took a step forward, the blackshirts took a step back...... After advancing and retreating for more than a dozen steps in a row, the blackshirts suddenly shouted, and they all turned their heads and ran wildly, they didn't even think that in fact, as long as they pushed him lightly, they could push the young man to the ground, and then they could cut him into pieces. However, the blackshirts felt that Zhang Xin, who could kill Dorjee with one punch, was possessed by the devil - that was a devil that only a Buddha could deal with! Let's fight the devil as mortals? Are you kidding...... The devil only needs one look, and he can't kill us cleanly......

Zhang Xin was originally holding on to his last breath, but seeing the blackshirts retreating without a fight, Zhang Xinxin was relieved, and the broken spear in his hand immediately fell to the ground "as a long one", his legs were weak, and he lay to the ground with a "bang".

Ashin....... Ashin ...... "Although Zhang Yi's injury is not light, but when he saw Zhang Xin fall to the ground, he immediately panicked, and even rolled and crawled on Zhang Xin's body. What frightened Zhang Yi even more was the big hole in Zhang Xin's stomach, the blood kept flowing out of the hole, and there was even a purple-black intestine flowing out of the body along the blood.

Ashin...... Ashin ...... "Zhang Yi saw Zhang Xin so miserable that he couldn't cry. Fortunately, Zhang Yi has been fighting for many years, and finally he didn't panic, first hurriedly stuffed Zhang Xin's intestines flowing out of the body back into his stomach, and then pressed the wound on Zhang Xin's stomach with his hand. But the wound on Zhang Xin's stomach was too big, and no matter how hard Zhang Yi pressed it, blood still kept oozing out.

Zhang Yi was already desperate in his heart, Zhang Yi was crawling in the sea of corpses and blood, and had seen too many dead people, and he already knew that injuries like Zhang Xin's were probably hopeless. However, Zhang Xin was his only younger brother after all, so even if he knew this, he still pressed Zhang Xin's wound hard, even ignoring the wound on his body that was bleeding out.

Maybe Zhang Yi used too much force and crushed Zhang Xin. Zhang Xin snorted in a haze. Zhang Yi saw Zhang Xin "hum", and couldn't help but be surprised: "Ashin...... Wake up...... Wake up......"

Zhang Xin heard Zhang Yi's anxious shout, and finally regained his consciousness for a moment. Zhang Xin knew how terrible the wound on his stomach was, if he didn't deal with it as soon as possible, he would probably accompany Dorjee to go with him, so he concentrated a little, slowly raised his right hand and pressed it around the wound, which was the authentic blood interception method of Bajiquan, and the bleeding in the lower abdomen was significantly weakened when he pressed it, but this time he completely squeezed the last bit of strength out of Zhang Xin's body, and Zhang Xin felt that his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything.