The bloody head, the dripping blood, the braids in the hands, and the provocative eyes are extremely visually impactful and infectious.

"Come on, come on!"

Shi Dayong performed with great exaggeration, biting half of the face of the head like a madman, tearing off a piece of bloody human flesh with a "Huo" bite, gobbling it up, and then struggling to throw the head in his hand forward.

The parabola of the arc is like a rainbow in mid-air, but the difference is that it is a red rainbow reflected in blood.

Bright and eye-catching, it is the most beautiful rainbow in the sky!

We are wolves, we are tigers, we are not docile sheep, we are not animals to be slaughtered!

We have sharp knives, we have sharp edges, and we have sharper fangs!

Don't despise us, don't insult us, we are bloodthirsty Han Chinese!

Terror is not your specialty, and so can we.

Come on, you little dwarfs with rotten yellow teeth!

………

"Shhhh ……”

The moment his head hit the ground, a shushing sound rang out over the battlefield.

Lunatic! Lunatic! It's a man-eating maniac!

Gulbush's face turned green: the Ming general on the opposite side was a madman! He must be a madman! Only a madman would do that!

Bayan's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes were filled with fear, and his lifeless head rolled down to the ground for several feet before it wilted and stopped, half face up and half face down. There was a bloody hole in the upward half of the face, and blood was pouring up the hole.

Rao is the first time that Gulbush, who has cut the necks of countless Ming people and cut off the waist of countless Ming people, felt a chill and felt the horror of death.

He looked ahead in a daze, looking at the Ming general who was nakedly provoking him, and almost subconsciously touched his face.

He was scared, he was really scared.

The mount that stepped down was also pouting its hooves uneasily, and the fear of being too frightening had been transmitted to the warhorse.

………

"Spit!"

Spit out the unpalatable flesh and blood, Shi Dayong stood firmly. He was waiting, he wanted to know if his exaggerated performance would infect his men, his soldiers.

Fang Cai's battle did not make him proud and proud, and he found that his soldiers were far from the courage to dare to fight all enemies, and many of them were still afraid.

And now, he is going to truly transmit his bloody nature of despising everything, fearing everything, and daring to everything, to his subordinates, his Matsuyama army.

He wants to turn the Matsuyama Army into a bloodthirsty army, into an army that treats the enemy as ants!

No matter how strict the training, no matter how good the equipment, no matter how tragic the battle, the soldiers can not really go crazy, not afraid of life and death, only complete contempt can make the invincible take root in the hearts of the people, and will make them fight bravely, until the last enemy is killed, or the last one falls.

………….

Silence and consternation are short-lived, and the actions of the commander are the signs of the army.

Shi Dayong's goal was achieved.

The moment he saw him drink the blood of the Tartars, the soul of the Matsuyama army was shocked. They had never seen such a bloody and horrific image, and it was depicted by the Lord of the garrison who led them.

"Come on, come on!"

That kind of fearless provocation, the heroism of being high above everything and fearless made the soldiers feel a sense of pride, and even the people in the car formation couldn't help but straighten their waists and look at everything in front of them with admiration.

Drinking human blood and eating human flesh is not a great rebellion and violence against heaven and earth in the eyes of these simple soldiers and people. It's a kind of courage.

The world respects the brave, because only the brave can lead them to victory.

The best way to turn a pack of sheep into a pack of wolves is to turn them all into wolves

"Human heads!"

Guo Yi, who has always been brave and brave, was the first to rush out of the crowd, and his goal was very clear - to guard the undead Eight Banners lying next to the adults.

The long knife was held high, and the gaze was sharp.

"Dog, Tartar, suffer death!"

Looking at Guo Yi, whose eyes burst out with cold light, the wailing Mongolian soldiers were almost broken. In his ear, the piece of flesh on the face of the warrior Bayan was chewed to shreds.

"Rao..."

Before he could say his words, the sword light swept past his neck.

Time freezes in motion, everything stops turning, and the scene in front of you freezes instantly.

"Phew!"

The clearest voice came from his ears, and he couldn't hear any sound anymore, but he felt that the sky was turned upside down in front of him, and he was dizzy. When the scene froze, he realized that his body was still standing on his knees.

"Uh..."

The Mongol soldier felt himself make a sound, but he could not hear himself.

Why didn't I feel pain?

The Mongolian soldier's eyes blinked vigorously, and he knew that he was not dead. But why am I still alive?

No one could answer his question, and until his eyelids closed and the world became dark, he didn't know why he would live so long.

"Come on, Tartar!"

In the same way, Guo Yi also held high the head of the Eight Banners that he had cut off and shouted wildly towards the opposite side. Perhaps, feeling that he had not been able to do as well as the guard, he hurriedly raised his head above his head, and opened his mouth greedily to taste the blood of the tartar, but the blood seemed to be poured out of a basin, and sprayed all over his face with a "whoosh".

The eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were full of blood, sticky, stinky, and a strange smell that could not be wiped off.

Guo Yi wanted to vomit, he really wanted to vomit, but after seeing the approving gaze of the guard, his spirit was lifted, and he held his head high, no longer disgusted with the blood on his face, on the contrary, he longed for more blood.

If there is a first, there will be a second, and if there is a second, there will be a third.

The army is a violent organization, and the actions of its leaders are destined to be imitated by their subordinates and soldiers.

One after another, officers and soldiers rushed out of the formation, and they frantically cut down the undead Eight Banners, ignoring their cries, and slashed down one after another.

Soon, the heads that had been cut off their shoulders were lifted above their heads by the officers and thrown forward.

The heads were not enough, and the corpses that were still not ready became the targets of slaughter, and the severed arms were thrown forward like a rain of rain. There is even a beating heart.

In front of the Matsuyama army, a shocking scene of corpse dismemberment was staged.

Straight, the Liaodong soldiers on the head of Dalinghe City looked straight, the Mongolian soldiers with red flags looked straight, and the Manchurian soldiers with yellow flags also looked straight.

After a long time, the Manchurian soldiers heard Niu Lu's furious voice: "Kill, kill all these barbaric Ming people!" ”