There was a cone pain in the soles of his feet in the thirty-seventh section, Wu Ming knew in his heart, just now because he was worried about the situation on the battlefield, his wound was not bandaged and rushed out, and now he has shed so much blood, and after fighting with the enemy for a long time, his body has begun to lose its support.

The swords and guns intersected, and the two Chinese and Western soldiers saw that Wu Ming had sealed their own sacrificial blows, only to say that this time they must be in a catastrophe, but they knew that the other party was suddenly overwhelmed. Immediately overjoyed, the two of them roared at the same time, and slashed at Wu Ming with a round sword.

Before going out of the battle, Zuo Ying had told Wu Ming to be careful, because there was a precedent before that the nine-stage master was not in the battle formation. When he heard this, he was a little unimpressed. But now I feel that it is true and even reasonable. There are too many people on the battlefield, and everywhere is full of dangers, even if it is a warrior, it is impossible to take care of everything. On the perilous battlefield, you can also be injured or even exhausted. Once caught in the midst of a tidal wave of enemies, they can also be consumed alive.

Everyone else around was scuffling with the enemy, and no one was paying attention to it, and no one was noticing. Until now, there is only one way to go. The sword wind was whistling, and the two Chinese and Western soldiers had slashed at Wu Ming one after the other, and the spear in his right hand turned and stabbed at the soldier in front of him, only to hear a miserable scream, Wu Ming only felt that the gun was heavy, and the tip of the gun had already sunk into the opponent's chest, passing through the body. The soldier's eyes widened and he gripped the barrel of his gun with all his might. Wu Ming pulled it with his hand, and he was dizzy again, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he didn't move. By this time, another soldier had already slashed at him in the right hand.

This knife couldn't be dodged no matter what, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, so he only said that his right hand was ironclad and reimbursed. Knowing that the opponent's knife was halfway through, his body suddenly shook, and the big knife in his hand was also crooked, and it slashed softly on the barrel of the gun. Wu Ming relieved himself, gritted his teeth violently, and had already pulled out his spear. A shot pierced the soldier's ribs, and with a "poof" sound, the tip of the spear was like a thorn in rotting wood, and the soldier didn't snort, but his whole body spasmed in pain.

Wu Ming was stunned, and now he realized that the soldier was sticking a feather arrow in his back.

It's Yang Yi's arrow.

He was originally a sharpshooter, and when he saw that the situation was critical, he used a bow and arrow to relieve Wu Ming. Wu Ming was very grateful, and was about to say two words of thanks, when Yang Yi had already given up his left shadow and rushed over with two soldiers. At this time, the surrounding soldiers saw that the main general was in danger, and they also rushed up together, and everyone stabbed in a mess, forcing back the counterattack of the Chinese and Western soldiers.

Yang Yi jumped off the horse, supported the swaying Wu Ming, and said angrily to Zhu Yuhu next to him: "What the hell is going on, how could an adult get hurt?" ”

He was worried about the commander's injury, and his words were even more unkind. Zhu Yuhu's face changed, he really didn't expect that Yang Yi, who was usually extremely gentle, would be so angry this time, he opened his mouth and was about to explain. Wu Ming already whispered: "Don't blame General Zhu, I was attacked by Lu Rong just now, and he stabbed me in the sole of my foot, and I didn't bandage it properly." ”

Hearing Wu Ming say this, Yang Yi hurriedly helped Wu Ming down, tore open the cloth strip and looked at it, and couldn't help but be startled. The entire strip of cloth was almost soaked with blood, and the blood from the wound was still pouring out. He looked at it, couldn't help frowning, and said, "My lord, you don't take your body too seriously." The opponent's weapon must be poisonous, and you don't just bandage it with blood, this blood will continue to flow, and sooner or later it will consume people to death. ”

Is it toxic? However, it is not surprising that many warriors like to smear some material on their weapons. It's just that I didn't expect that this Lu Rong is also a seven-stage master, and he actually did the same. No wonder after being shot, the itching is unbearable, the blood keeps flowing, and the body is very tired, but it is like this.

Yang Yi didn't say more, skillfully took out a packet of gold sore medicine from his arms, opened it, poured out some powder and sprinkled it on the wound. As soon as the medicine powder was dropped, Wu Ming only felt a cool feeling coming from the soles of his feet, and he suddenly became much more energetic. I couldn't help but ask, "Good medicine, what is this, it is so spiritual?" ”

Yang Yi tore off a strip of cloth from his underwear, carefully bandaged Wu Ming, and replied: "This is not a panacea, but the gold sore medicine is mixed with some hemostatic medicine, and some ordinary detoxification powder is added." Probably the right way, that's why it works so well. ”

Wu Ming smiled: "This is a good thing, the battlefield is full of dangers, and everyone may be injured." Wouldn't it be nice to mix this stuff together and have a pack for each person to spare. ”

At this time, the enemy launched another round of charge, but they were all blocked back by Zhu Yuhu on the side. The cavalry behind continued to rush up, and these hundreds of people finally couldn't resist it and began to slowly retreat backwards. Yang Yi looked up at the front and said with a wry smile: "That's so easy, the medicine is mixed, but it will reduce the efficacy, only by using the crane grass as a hemostatic medicine and mixing it with other two flavors can avoid the conflict of efficacy, or even better." ”

Speaking of this, he shook his head and continued: "But this thing is too precious, it is said that it only grows in some small countries in the Western Regions, the transportation is extremely inconvenient, and the cost is too high, how easy is it to promote it on a large scale?" ”

"That's it!" Wu Ming sighed regretfully and got up from the ground. Yang Yi bandaged it very carefully, at least it was much better than Wu Ming tearing a strip of cloth indiscriminately just now. Wu Ming stood up, took two steps and tried. This medicine is really good, except for the dizziness of the brain caused by excessive bleeding, there is no other discomfort. Now not only is the feeling of fatigue gone, but also the spirit is much better. He got on his horse, raised his gun and shouted: "Brothers, there is the enemy's army in front, rush over with me and capture Liao Sheng alive!" ”

Now that the enemy has retreated, there is a group of people on the left shadow side to protect him, and Yang Yi has not gone over. He and Zhu Yuhu protected Wu Ming on the left and right, and rushed to the front row of the team. The enemy couldn't stand it, and after a dozen of them, it suddenly became even more unbearable. Wu Ming is now protected by them like a zongzi, and he can't even see the battle situation in front of him clearly, let alone kill the enemy. Just a little annoyed, the shouting of killing on the left suddenly became clear. When I looked up, I saw that the enemy on the left side of the line was running in all directions like headless flies, and was already in a crush. Jian Feiyang led a large group of cavalry on a rampage, tore through the opponent's obstruction, and converged towards the middle road.

Zhu Yuhu was overjoyed and shouted, "General Jian, here, here!" ”

Although his face was not shocked, in fact, he was very worried in his heart. As the commander-in-chief of the whole army, the news of Wu Ming's injury must not be discovered by others, otherwise it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the army. Now there are shouts of killing on all sides, and the middle lane has obviously changed from a night attack to a grappling battle. If the other lanes also come to a standstill like an attack in the middle, it will be a shame. But now Jian Feiyang also rushed here, proving that the enemy on the left has been broken and the enemy army has been defeated.

Jian Feiyang rushed forward with a large group of cavalry shouting from the side, and he was not polite, and he trampled on the horse with a burst of guns. The enemy was already barely supported by the attack of the Southern Han Iron Cavalry, but finally could not resist it, and the whole line was defeated.

Rushing away the hundreds of people, Jian Feiyang patted his horse and ran over, laughing and said: "My lord, you also said that you are afraid that I will not rest well and drag the team back, now it seems that you are not as good as my old Jane ......" He chattered endlessly and was about to get a few more words, when he saw Wu Ming's face, he was suddenly startled: "My lord, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wu Ming glanced at Tian's somewhat dry lips and said, "It's nothing." ”

Yang Yi whispered beside him: "The adult is injured." ”

Jian Feiyang was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

As soon as the words were asked, the team rushing ahead suddenly paused, stopped, and the screams suddenly increased. Everyone was taken aback and rushed forward one after another, and Jian Feiyang shouted, "What's the matter? ”

Now it is the left shadow that rushes to the front. As Wu Ming expected, he drove and charged, which was too conspicuous. Despite the desperate protection of the soldiers around him, he was still covered in blood. Hearing Jian Feiyang's question, he turned his head and said angrily, "What's the matter?" The enemy in front of him blocked the road with heavy troops. ”

He still didn't know about Wu Ming's injury, and he was a little annoyed that everyone cowered. Between the words, it is even more unkind. Although Jian Feiyang lacks virtue in his mouth, he is very respectful of real men. This time, he didn't talk back, but shouted, "Everyone disperse." ”

Hearing his order, the soldiers in front of them abruptly parted and retreated. Now that the camp was surrounded by shouts and killings, the area was eerily quiet. Ten zhang away in front, dozens of monks surrounded a tent, they held the eyebrow sticks in their hands, and all of them held long sticks, all of them were outside.

What's going on?

Wu Ming was puzzled. According to the process, this should be the position of the enemy's central army, but how can there be monks? And it seems that these monks should also be warrior monks of the Persian Temple. What are they doing here? Jian Feiyang stepped forward and said loudly: "Everyone listen to the order, form a submachine gun formation, and rush over for me." ”

Hearing his order, the group of soldiers he brought with him shouted, "Order." "Everyone retreated to a hundred paces away, which was already the least distance the cavalry charge could accelerate.

"Ready!"

With Jian Feiyang's shout, everyone raised the spears in their hands, like a torrent of steel ready to attack, and a solemn atmosphere permeated.

The more than 15,000 cavalry of the outer battalion of the Guards Battalion, although nominally a whole, were still different internally. Zuo Wei's more than 2,000 descendants are adapted from the original Black Armor Army, they are not only good at riding battles, but also good at water warfare, and even the use of thunderbolts is also very skilled, which can be called the elite of the elite. On the other hand, it was Jian Feiyang's 2,000 elite cavalry, and these 2,000 cavalry were originally just Chen Jianfei's personal guards. They are excellent knights when they get on the horse, and the spear defense of the dismount is also a must. However, charging with a spear array on the horse, Wu Ming was also the first time to see it.

All knights raise their spears diagonally, just as they are about to raise their spears and charge. A woman's coquettish voice suddenly came from the camp tent opposite: "Slow." With this shout, Esther and Bibi came out of the tent.