Volume 2 Hundred Huā Kill] Chapter 75 Into the Devil

Chapter Seventy-Five: Into the Devil

Before rushing into the enemy formation, King Baiyin put something into his mouth, and at that time, Song Yang asked him 'what to eat', not what to eat, but a wooden whistle the thickness of a doll's little finger and no more than half an inch long.

The whistle is very small, and it doesn't affect his speech when he holds it in his mouth, but just now the sand king's mood moved slightly, and he accidentally spit out the whistle when he yelled at the whole clan......

At about the same time that Song Yang was laughing happily at the murder, the Baiyin Sand King also went to the whistle from the ground, and finally rushed it back into his mouth with the rain, and after getting up, he didn't forget to frown and ask Song Yang: "Why are you smiling so evilly?" ”

At this moment, the Baiyin warriors advanced layer by layer, and they had already protected Sha Wang and Song Yang, and the two of them were temporarily out of danger, so they could say a few words.

Song Yang was also taken aback by his laughter, and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know... What exactly are you eating? ”

The sand king bit the end of the whistle with his teeth, grinned at Song Yang, and when he showed the whistle to him, Song Yang was even more curious: "Whistle? Is such a small thing blowing loudly? ”

With a roll of his tongue, the sand king pressed the whistle into his mouth: "It's so loud that even the thunder can't suppress its sound... But you can't hear it! didn't explain anything, and turned the topic to Song Yang: "After killing someone, you smile very quickly, do you still kill or not?" ”

Battlefield fighting is only you to the death, how can there be any justice and evil? There is no need to be pretentious, Song Yang only asks about his heart, and he smiles when he hears the words. Seeing this, the sand king laughed: "Follow my side and kill together!" By the way, compare with each other. ”

After speaking, the sand king turned his head and gave a few orders to the soldiers around him, and Bai Yin, who was gathered nearby, immediately got up as a team, and continued to rush towards the enemy formation with the momentum that had been raised before, and it was the sand king and Song Yang who were at the forefront of the team......

The gods must rush to the front, as the king of Baiyin Sand himself said, if he dares to rush, the sons will dare to go crazy!

Not long ago, there was a thunderstorm, and the lightning angrily slashed the king's banner, which made the morale of the two armies like mud, and thus the first hedge, the sand lord's army was immediately defeated, but it was crushed by Bai Yin, at best, it was just the vanguard of the people, and the real army was still behind. Decisive victory on the battlefield, morale is important, but it is far from the only element, the sand lord came prepared this time, the number of the army is far superior to Bai Yin, and the people are also fierce sand people, this battle is far from over.

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The sand people are enthusiastic, but they have lived in the wilderness for generations and have never gone out, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter, so for thousands of years, they have lived a life of almost isolation from the world, with little contact with the outside world. It's very simple, no matter how hospitable the host's family is, it will be useless if there are no guests to visit.

They have no trade with foreign countries, everything depends on self-sufficiency, and they use whatever is in the wasteland; The reverse is also true, what is not in the wasteland, the sandfolk cannot develop... When it comes to military affairs, the most important thing is that the sandfolk do not have an arrow array, because the trees in the wasteland cannot make a strong bow.

Although the tendons of the yellow sheep and the wild wolf were the raw material for the best bowstrings, they did not have the right wood to make the bowbacks. The bows in the hands of the sandmen are very soft, difficult and far more powerful, and they are okay against some small prey in peacetime, but they are almost useless on the battlefield.

For so many years, the sand people have been pressed by the herdsmen, a very important reason is that they have no bow in their hands, and the sand can cover themselves but cannot kill the enemy.

In the current civil war of the Sand people, neither side has bows and arrows, and neither is good at cavalry warfare, so there is only the most primitive, barbaric and direct infantry battle. And the more this happens, the more prominent the importance of the tactics of the military formation. The army of the Sand Lord also has some simple tactics, but how can the little truth of fighting that the Sha Min himself summed up be compared with the military strategy of Middle-earth that has been precipitated by the painstaking efforts of countless famous generals?

Compared with the two armies, the method of the main army of the sand is nothing more than to gather warriors to launch a surprise attack, or rely on superiority to encircle; Baiyin, on the other hand, used a group of 8,000 jīng soldiers as the main team, and the rest turned into multiple squads of 2,000, 1,000 or even hundreds of people, each led by a jīng war elder, cooperating with each other and covering each other, constantly piercing through the enemy's army. Whenever there is a sand master's jīng soldiers rushing into battle, they will always unknowingly fall into the local superiority of Baiyin's military formation and cannot get out...... Even so, the Baiyin Sand King was still dissatisfied, and his face was full of anxious expressions, annoyed that his son-in-law usually practiced better than now.

After all, Bai Yin is not capable of supporting the army, and their warriors are just ordinary young Zhuang people, but they used to practice battle formations often, and the first time they were used in actual combat, it was inevitable that there would be shortcomings, but it was almost enough to fight against the strong enemy in front of them.

The high morale and the clever tactics of Jīng made up for the numerical disadvantage, and Bai Yin was able to block the enemy who was nearly three times his size...... If the army of the sand lord swooped down like a flood, the Baiyin warrior was a fierce beast standing in the turbidity. The fierce battle between the flood and the beast came from two armies of the same race, who had been brothers and sisters for generations, and who had shared weal and woe, in the wasteland and in the torrential rain.

Sure enough, as the Baiyin Sand King had expected, the dark clouds in the sky were too low to be a prolonged heavy rain, and this rain was fierce and incomparable, accompanied by thunderstorms and hail, but it lasted less than half an hour before it ended.

The rain stopped, and the sky did not open. When the dark clouds overhead dispersed, everyone suddenly found that there were still clouds on the clouds, still dense with haze, and the sky was not the same as before, leaving only a piece of gray méngméng, although it was far away, but after a long time, a heavy depression would be directly pressed into people's hearts;

The rain stopped, and the battle continued. The fierce battle of 100,000 people has fallen into a stalemate, whether it is Bai Yin or the big clan sand people, they have already killed their red eyes, who will care about the rain and stop the rain. Song Yang was the same, ignoring the weather.

However, unlike the others, the sandmen knew that the heavy rain had stopped, so they just ignored it and continued to fight; Song Yang didn't know that the rain had stopped. Not only the weather, but also the situation on the battlefield he did not see or care, he only focused on one thing: killing people.

After killing the first person, Song Yang smiled happily, when he killed the second person, he was so excited that his scalp was numb, and he only felt comfortable when he killed the third, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth ...... By now, he couldn't count how many people he had killed, and the happy feeling of killing people before was gone, and he devoted himself to killing with all his heart.

He killed very seriously.

Strictly speaking, killing people is also a craft, and there are really people in this world who are immersed in this way.

For example, the most powerful 'leather craftsman' under the Great Living Buddha pursues the 'realm' of letting others survive and not die. His favorite thing to do is to skin people alive and completely, and then put the skin in front of the person who has not yet died and has been skinned alive, and ask, "Do you think it is okay?"

Another example is that there is an executioner surnamed Lu under Master Du of the Nanli Criminal Department, who uses a ghost head knife to cut people's heads every day, but he is a devout Buddhist, and the killing skills he pursues are the words 'fast and complete'. When he was executed, he would cut through the gap between the second and third segments of the cervical vertebra with a knife, and cut off the spinal cord, meridians, and nerves before cutting his throat, and the prisoner would never feel pain, nor would he have a situation where he was not hacked to death, and the prisoner would at best feel that his neck was cold and he would return to the west, which was his 'fast'; and 'whole' refers to the whole corpse, whether the prisoner is a strong man like a bear or an old and weak man who is as thin as a reed, no one's head will fall to the ground under his knife, and his knife will only cut into 'half' of the neck, and will never score a single point.

The neck is in the shape of a 'cylinder', cut in only half from the back, and the prisoner is dead, but when he is buried in the coffin, there is not a single wound visible from the front, at least a complete body has fallen. Therefore, although this Lu Ye is doing the business of cutting off people's heads, he has been enshrined in the ancestral hall in Nanli and has been blessed by the families of countless sinners.

However, Song Yang's current focus is different from that of a cobbler or an executioner, his knife is straight and horizontal, there is no regularity at all, not to mention any rhythm and memory, the enemies he killed have hideous wounds on their bodies, and they all die miserably, this is by no means a craft or attainment, it is more like the venting of a madman...... What really preoccupied him was not how to kill, but 'killing' itself.

Kill the one in front of you, and then kill the next one.

He doesn't care how the other party died, 'killing' is not a skill, a skill, but an attitude.

Single-mindedly thinking about killing, Song Yang is completely indulged in the domineering of the dragon sparrow, the rain and clouds have nothing to do with him, the victory or defeat of the two armies has nothing to do with him, and even the whole world has nothing to do with him, in his eyes, there is only the enemy, where the enemy is dense, he will rush to wherever he is, and all his actions are determined by the murderous intent!

Since the tragic death of Imperial Physician You and Song Yang walking out of the town with a knife, he has experienced a lot of hard battles before and after, but there have only been two experiences of the real heart becoming demonic, the first time was when he first met Chen Hui and was attacked by the other party

ī into a desperate situation to go mad and break through the three levels; The second time is now.

With a sudden roar, Song Yang, who had always been killing people in silence, burst into tears: "Death is coming!" The voice fell and the sword slanted upward, slashing an enemy in front of him from the bottom up.

The blade was upside down, first entering the enemy's left crotch and then diagonally upward, and finally slashing out from under the armpit, splattering with blood, screaming half-loudly, and another corpse with two parts.

When the first roar passed, Song Yang's fight was no longer silent, but there were no other words, just these sonorous four words over and over again, every time he dropped a knife and every time he took a life, the battlefield would remember the sound of 'death is coming'.

The power of the dragon sparrow, every blow is a desperate bet, every battle is your life and death, and every swing of the knife is death! Since we meet on a narrow road, there will always be one person who will fall, and offer a shout of 'death to the end', both for you and for myself.

In this world, there are no words more accurately to describe the dragon bird than these four-character proverbs.

Death is coming, only between you and me!

Song Yang didn't know that he was returned by Chen for the first time

These are also the four words that come out of your mouth when you enter the devil's path and fight hard. Song Yang only knew that now that this loud roar, every exit could make breathing smoother, make the strength stronger, and make the domineering obsession in his heart firmer, which was enough.

At this moment, the past is really not important, on the contrary, it is precisely because of the lack of memories and the lingering of many grievances and hatreds that his heart has become more pure, and it is easier to ask his heart;

On the other hand, people who have lost their memory, no matter how optimistic they are, will inevitably be confused. I can't find the way I came, and I can't see the direction of the way to go, so it's like being in a fog, and even I seem to have become light and fluttering after a long time, and I have no goal in front of me, no center of gravity in my life, and I will easily be blown away by the wind. But the memory is gone, the dragon sparrow is still there, and when it encounters a bloody storm, it blooms with shimmering brilliance....Now Song Yang, like a traveler lost in the dark night forest, suddenly saw a bright light flashing in front of him, and naturally chased it quickly.

Song Yang fell into the demon again, even more completely and selfless than the first time, pulling himself out of heaven and earth, guided by murderous intentions, chasing the original intention of the dragon bird.

As early as when the heavy rain did not stop, Song Yang broke away from the brigade, no longer in the company of the Baiyin Sand King, swimming alone in the battlefield, walking as he pleased, killing every enemy that appeared in his eyes......

The Baiyin Sha King led the team to fight against the enemy to cooperate with the friendly army to launch a military formation, naturally he couldn't run blindly with him, the battlefield was noisy, everyone put one foot into the ghost mén pass, who could take care of whom? The sand king was powerless, no longer paid attention to Song Yang, and concentrated on directing the Baiyin soldiers to rush into battle to kill the enemy. Time passed slowly, the fierce battle was still stalemate, and the sand king sighed in his heart, he hadn't seen Song Yang again for a long time, I was afraid that he would not be lucky.

For Song Yang's skills, the sand king still understands, and knows that his sword skills are amazing, but his endurance is limited and difficult to last, and he should have lost his strength at this time. But what the sand king never expected, when he led the home team of jīng soldiers to intercept a team of warriors under the command of the sand lord head-on, and was gritting his teeth and fighting viciously, suddenly a series of 'death to the end' roar came from his ears, Song Yang stabbed out of nowhere, and fought side by side with Bai Yin, killing the enemy like a mad demon! Soon after, several other Baiyin teams came around and completely defeated the enemy army, and the Sand King smiled at Song Yang and said, "Where did you go?"

Unexpectedly, Song Yang only glanced at him lightly, as if he didn't know him, flicked the blood stains on the knife, turned around and ran away and rushed away to kill the enemy.

In the following period of time, Sha Wang saw Song Yang twice, just like before, he was still concentrating on killing, not losing his strength, but more like he had too much strength to use up, otherwise why would he have to cut every knife so fiercely, otherwise why would he use enough power to kill a yak to kill a person?

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Even heaven and earth were thrown away by Song Yang, and time naturally disappeared, Song Yang didn't know how long he had been fighting, he didn't think about it at all. But not all external objects could not interfere with his state of mind, at least he heard a voice: a series of shrill chirps, like the occasional strange cry of bats flying in the summer night, very harsh, and would make his heart uncomfortable to listen to; But there are also very familiar, Song Yang can't remember where he heard it before, but this voice gave him a feeling: trapped in a dead place, there is no way to escape, and the only hope for survival is to kill them!

It was the whistle of the sand people, and the sand king shouted such a whistle in his mouth.

Shamin is a foreign race, and it seems that they also carry a mouth on their shoulders, which is not much different from the Han people and dog Rong, but they are born with special ear power, according to Song Yang's previous life, the range of human hearing is limited, and the voice

If the Ō Chang is beyond this range, the hearing range of the Sha people is slightly wider than that of the Han people. Therefore, the whistle of the sand people cannot be heard by the Han people, but it is very clear in the ears of the sand people, and even thunderstorms and heavy rain cannot cover it.

There is no time to open his mouth in the fierce battle, and even if he can shout, the sound will be annihilated in the húnluàn battlefield, but the sound of the whistle can be heard clearly by every sand people, and it is because the sand people will use a wooden whistle in their mouths to communicate when they fight.

Thanks to Imperial Physician You's blood refining technique, Song Yang's ears and eyes were clear, and he could barely hear the whistle of the sand people, and the last time he heard this voice was in the black sandstorm of Huā Sea. The experience has been forgotten, but the feeling is still in consciousness, when the ears were filled with whistles, Song Yang and his party were trapped in a desperate situation, first Luo Guan protected everyone, and then Song Yang fought to the death...... At this moment, the whistle sounded again, bringing Song Yang back to the past.

And the feeling of huā sea death battle, not only did it not affect his current demonization, but it was more in line with the state of mind of 'death is imminent', which is simply a double promotion.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, it was already dusk, the battle between the two armies had not yet been decided, at this time in the rear camp of the sand lord's army, there were bursts of long horns, including Bai Yin, all the sand people could understand the order, the sand lord was asking Bai Yin: It is dark to fight, how about fighting again tomorrow morning.

In fact, there is no need to consult, although it is a two-fold hedge, Bai Yin is on the defensive after all, they can not let the enemy get close to the camp, but they are also unable to completely crush the other party. Soon, Bai Yin also responded to the horn, and after another moment, the large camps on both sides sounded a crisp gong sound at the same time, and the soldiers who were still fighting to the death a moment ago heard the order to collect the troops, and at the same time stopped the fight in their hands, turned around and returned to their own camp.

The dragon bird has killed xìng, but its domineering comes from vicious warfare, not indiscriminate killing of innocents. When the sword soldier fights, it will send its fierce xìng, but when everyone is tired and stops, the power of the dragon sparrow will also be reined.

Song Yang looked at the war knife that had already been curled in his hand, and after taking a long breath, his eyes returned to clarity, he discerned the next direction, and trotted all the way home to eat......

The warriors went down to rest, and each side sent people to clean up the battlefield and collect the corpses killed in the battle, and there were strange movements on the side of the sand master, a group of craftsmen-like sand people ran forward, and on the battlefield full of blood and mud, they were busy choosing the central position from the two camps, and they were actually building a gorgeous tent, and at the same time, the sand lord sent a messenger to send a message to the sand king:

Please have a good rest today, the sand lord swears in the name of the gods that he will never sneak attack at night;

In addition, at dawn tomorrow, the king of Baiyin Sha will be invited to the big tent under construction, and the sand lord will wait for the wine.

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