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Chapter 509 smashed into mud

Qiu Sheng had always had a headache before joining the army, and he really couldn't think of who he should say about his descendants. Although he is just a thorough poor child, he has not even studied in the countryside, and by the age of nineteen he can only write his own name and write crookedly, but he still feels that he should think of a good ancestor for himself, otherwise he will be ridiculed by others. For example, most of the people surnamed Li in the world say that they are the descendants of the flying general Li Guang. The surname Liu in the world is nine times out of ten that he is the remnant of the Han royal family.

But he was just a poor boy herding sheep in a mountain village, and no one in their family had ever read for three generations, and few people had even walked out of the small mountain village, so he racked his brains and didn't know who he should invite to be his ancestor. When he signed up with some trepidation and was taken by the conscription lieutenant, he knew something that excited him.

The lord is also from a poor family, so it turns out that he is not an official eunuch.

When he was selected by Fuhu Nu to join the Yanwang personal guard camp because of his meritorious service in killing the enemy, he knew that many famous generals in Yanyun Village were from poor families, such as iron fangs, such as Xiongkuohai, such as Hou Junji, such as Niu Jinda, such as ...... Fuhu Nu.

So he knew that as long as he was willing to work hard, sooner or later he would become a general, because he saw that many people from humble backgrounds like himself had been reused by His Royal Highness King Yan in Yanyun Village. He was convinced of this phrase, and his idol was Fu Hunu, the general of the guard battalion.

He practiced martial arts desperately, just hoping that one day he could become a strong, burly and martial arts person like General Fuhunu. Only by being strong and skilled in martial arts can he be guaranteed to kill every enemy on the battlefield and then proudly survive. He firmly believed that he would never die on the battlefield easily, just as he firmly believed that General Fuhunu would not die easily on the battlefield.

At this time, the head of General Fuhunu was held in his arms.

He lowered his head, tears falling down General Fuhunu's face. The head he held in both hands seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. The blood on the man's head mixed with the dirt looked dirty, and his tears fell on the skull, washing away a small stain.

Qiu Sheng wanted to wipe the blood and sludge off General Fuhunu's face with his sleeve, but he was afraid of touching the general's still open eyes.

He held the general's head tightly in his arms, and with one free hand wiped the foam on the general's face that had been spit on by the Turks. Because of the rolling dirt, he couldn't tell where the spat was, but he still carefully wiped his hand on the general's face, and he didn't allow anyone to stain the general's face. Qiu Sheng was transferred to the guard battalion one year after enlisting in the army, and was promoted to brigade leader in another year, because he was brave enough to fight, because his martial arts were exquisite, and because Fu Hunu saw his bravery and loyalty.

In his eyes, Fuhu Nu is a piece of heaven above his head.

Under this sky, he got justice.

He tore off his sleeve to wipe it for the general, then looked up at the front.

The Turkic man who cut off the head of General Fuhunu had no war horse, and his horse was directly kicked to death by the big black horse of His Royal Highness King Yan, and his stomach was almost kicked out of the hole by the big black horse, and he fell to the ground and died after a few wails. And His Royal Highness King Yan also jumped down from the big black horse, and slowly walked towards the Turkic man with the long black knife that looked palpitating.

Kill him!

Qiu Sheng roared in his heart.

King Yan, please kill him!

As if hearing the begging in his heart, Li Xian looked back at this side. Qiu Sheng knew that King Yan was not looking at himself, but at the head he was holding tightly in his arms. Although he was far away, although he couldn't see King Yan's face clearly, he really felt that King Yan's eyes were full of sadness.

Li Xian turned around and glanced at Fu Hunu's head, and then slowly closed his gaze.

"The knife in your hand is made of meteoric iron?"

He asked as he strode forward.

His steps were big, and his gaze looked directly into Ashina Huchen's eyes.

Ashina Huchen had never been so frightened as he was today, and he subconsciously looked down at the scimitar in his hand, and immediately felt a cramp in his heart. Several gaps had already broken out of the blade of the scimitar, which looked like jagged teeth, and like the gums of the old man's lost teeth, revealing a sad vicissitudes.

"Your sword is also made of meteoric iron!"

He raised his head and looked at Li Xian and said.

Ashina Huchen subconsciously took a step back, and Li Xian strode forward to give him too much pressure. It never occurred to him that someone would use a knife to the point where he was afraid of himself. He had once heard that the best sword among the Great Sui generals was Luo Yi, the general of Youzhou Huben. But the person in front of him is too young, and obviously it will not be Luo Manzi, who has already become the governor of Youzhou.

But this man's knife is terrible.

……

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"My scimitar is made of meteorite, and your straight knife is made of meteorite. I am a Turkic and you are Han. ”

Ashina Huchen said a few words that were a little inconsequential, and then he slowly took a breath and walked over to Li Xian, the iron armor on his body was full of dust, which was contaminated when his horse fell and rolled to the ground when his war horse was kicked to death by the big black horse. He glanced at his silent war horse, and the killing intent in his eyes that had been dispersed by Li Xian slowly condensed.

"We don't have iron on our steppes, but there is no doubt that the best thing to forge weapons is the meteorite iron of our steppes. You are the best person I have ever seen in the Central Plains who use a knife, but unfortunately, you also use a knife made of meteorite iron on our grassland. It's not a scimitar, but you're relying on something from our steppe after all. Immortal Heaven is favored by us steppe people, and has given us the best materials for forging scimitars. You don't lack iron weapons in the Central Plains, but you can't find a better weapon than the Meteoric Iron Knife. ”

Li Xian said as he walked: "You say this just to make me give up the knife in my hand and not use it, because you are afraid." Don't you feel naïve to say that? Where was your arrogance? ”

Li Xian paused, and poked the black knife into the ground with a bang.

"But I'm giving you this opportunity, I don't use a knife because of the nonsense you said, what meteorite iron only has in the grassland, and the grassland will be mine in the future! But I want to tell you that you steppe people have always thought that the scimitar is the sharpest and hardest weapon, and wrong, the hardest and sharpest is never a weapon! ”

He rushed forward violently, and Ashina Huchen sneered and slashed at Li Xian's face with a knife. Li Xian turned sideways slightly, and punched the scimitar knife, and with a bang, the punch swung the scimitar to the side. Swinging out to the side along with the scimitar, there was also the arm holding the knife.

Ashina Huchen was startled, immediately turned sideways, and slashed at Li Xian's throat again with a twist of the scimitar, Li Xian's feet kicked violently, and his two legs burst out with huge strength, and with a puff of dust and smoke flying, Li Xian's body rushed out like a cannonball. Before the scimitar was about to slash at his throat, a punch slammed into Ashina's forehead. This punch directly smashed Ashina Huchen's iron helmet and collapsed a piece, and Ashina Huchen's head fell back violently and fell backwards.

"It's not just knives that can kill!"

Li Xian suddenly shouted violently and kicked on Ashina Huchen's chest!

There was a click, and I didn't know how many ribs Ashina Huchen had been broken by this kick. The punch that had been thrown on his forehead from before made his mind instantly blank. He didn't even feel the slightest pain in his body when he flew backwards.

With a thud, his scimitar fell from his hand.

Li Xian walked up to Ashina Huchen, who was lying on the ground and couldn't stop convulsing, and stepped on his chest with one foot, just as Ashina Huchen stepped on Fuhunu not long ago.

"Two years ago, when I conquered Ashina and went to the Hu territory, I used to say."

Li Xian looked at Ashina Huchen and said word by word: "Either surrender or die." ”

Ashina Huchen, who had regained some senses, struggled for a moment, but he couldn't break free from Li Xian's foot on his chest. In a trance, he heard Li Xian's words, and said almost without thinking: "I surrender!" ”

There is no far-fetched remark in this statement, and the Turks have never considered surrender unacceptable.

Li Xian slowly shook his head and said coldly: "You are not a herdsman who went to the Hubu by Ashina, so you have no way to surrender, only death." ”

He leaned down and grabbed Ashina Huchen's neck and lifted him up, and he dragged Ashina Huchen's body slowly back. Because of suffocation, Ashina Huchen retched. His brain began to turn blank from the lack of oxygen, and he felt like he had been thrown to the ground before he died.

Ashina Huchen struggled to sit up, and then screamed in fright.

In front of him was a human head.

"Kowtow, I'll consider letting you die a happy death."

Li Xian said coldly.

Ashina Huchen coughed a few times, raised his head and glanced at Li Xian, but was frightened by the coldness in the other party's eyes. He knelt down and shook his head. Qiu Sheng, who was holding Fu Hunu's head, straightened up with tears, so that Fu Hunu's eyes were facing Ashina Huchen.

Li Xian didn't say to stop, and Ashina Huchen didn't dare to stop.

I don't know how many heads he kowtowed, repeating this action mechanically, his forehead was already smashed by Li Xian, and he was already bleeding after knocking countless heads.

Qin Qiong, Xiong Kuohai and others, who were covered in blood, returned to Li Xian's side, dismounted and hugged their fists and said, "My lord, the 10,000-strong team of the Turks has surrendered. ”

Li Xian glanced back at a group of Turks kneeling in the distance, and said in a very flat voice: "Kill it all." ”

Qin Qiong opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.

Xiong Kuohai answered, strode in the direction of the captive, carrying his Mo knife, the tip of which was still dripping with blood.

"Give me a good time!"

Ashina Huchen stopped kowtowing, and there was begging in his tone.

Li Xian looked at Fu Hunu's head, and tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

"Your name is Qiu Sheng?"

He asked.

Qiu Sheng, who was holding the head of the Fuhu slave, nodded vigorously.

"Avenge your general, and if this Turk doesn't turn into a puddle of flesh, don't stop."

Li Xian took Fu Hunu's head over, and his palm slowly brushed over Fu Hunu's open eyes.

"Anzhi!"

A shout suddenly came from the distance, and Li Xian turned his head to look but saw that it was Li Jiancheng who didn't know when he was catching up. Li Jiancheng ran over panting, looked at Li Xian and said: "An Zhi, don't kill the prisoners, if you kill all the prisoners, the resistance of the remaining Turks will become stronger, although Ashina Jishi is defeated, but there are at least 200,000 wolf riders around him!" ”

"Anzhi!"

Li Jiancheng screamed eagerly, and suddenly took a step back in fright. Only then did he see clearly that Li Xian was holding a human head in his arms!

"It's late."

Li Xian looked at Li Jiancheng and said, "Unless you transfer men and horses to surround my Yanyun army, I will never leave a Turkic prisoner in my hands." ”

Li Jiancheng was stunned, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard an extremely tragic shout. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a brigade leader of the Yanyun Army squatting on the ground, holding a stone in his hand and smashing it fiercely on a Turkic man lying on the ground, the stone started from the toes, then the legs, arms, lower abdomen, chest, and then the head.

The brigade slammed into the slam and slammed the flesh on his face.

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