The soldiers guarding the gate of the post house, only having time to make this sound was their most natural reaction. He Jin has an army in his hands, and it turns out that they exist as guards in He Jin's Great General's Mansion, but they are also extremely elite.

However, there is only one thing that they have not experienced. It was a bloody battle, and although these soldiers were elite, they had never experienced battlefield battles at all, so when the cavalry rushed out, they were frightened by this sudden scene.

By the time they realized they should have defended themselves and met the enemy, it was too late.

On the battlefield, life and death only take a moment. What's more, street fights that are not battlefields can sometimes be divided into winners and losers in an instant. Not to mention, the enemy they faced was the two hundred elite Liangzhou cavalry led by Hua Xiong.

As soon as the soldiers guarding the gate of the post house raised their feet and turned around, they were ready to run into the post house, and everything had already frozen.

The sound of the sky cracking exploded in their ears, and they heard the sound of the heart breaking clearly in their hearts. From a sound, to a porcelain crumble, it shattered, covered with dense cracks.

A soldier felt like he was flying, ran as fast as he could, and his whole body flew. It's just strange that in the process of flying, the things around him become extremely clear and slow to him.

Even in such a fast flight, he could clearly see everything around him and take them into his eyes. From the trees in the courtyard to the branches and leaves on the trees, he seemed to be able to see the veins very clearly.

Immediately after a great pain, the pain of his body being torn apart transmitted over and occupied every nerve in him. He couldn't even think at the moment, his body's instinct allowed his hand to touch the place where the sharp pain had come, and the warm liquid instantly occupied his palm, the warm and viscous liquid indicated what it was.

He looked down with great difficulty, and saw that his chest had been pierced by a spear, and the reason why he was flying now was actually because the cavalry on the horse rushed over, and the spear pierced into his body, and was taken to fly. The strong impact force made his whole person fly, and his body did not break free and fell to the ground, and he was still hanging on the spear, because he was indeed pierced.

Whether it's the chest, or the back, it's the same severe pain,

"I'm going to die?" This sentence came to the soldier's mind, and when they were still talking and laughing and being lazy just now, he never thought that this scene would happen.

Including before departure, after taking over the task of escorting the Empress Dowager Dong, everyone was very optimistic about this escort. The road to the river was not so difficult, and no matter how bold the thieves along the way were, they did not dare to hit their group with their ideas. If that happens, they're elite and can easily defeat those thieves. If the thief is powerful, it is a big deal to ask for help from the surrounding counties, and it is impossible to have too many accidents anyway.

It was a beautiful thought, but until the accident really came, he couldn't believe it until this moment. Who would have thought that after only one day out of Luoyang City, the car was still walking in the range of Luoyang City, and then encountered the enemy.

He looked over at the black-armored knight who had killed the man, and there was no superfluous expression on his face. Some of them are only cold and indifferent, and there is a faint disdain revealed.

That's right, disdain. This kind of disdain can be felt by him, just like when they usually see the soldiers guarding the city gates, they will also show this kind of disdain and contempt. But in the same situation, it is indeed the other party's disdain that is more convincing, because he is about to die.

The living, of course, can be treated with disdain and contempt for the dead.

The soldier's limbs began to twitch unconsciously, and the blood gushing out of his mouth continued to flow down the corners of his mouth. During the period of time when he was provoked by the spear and flew forward, a path covered with blood flowed from under him.

"Gollum," the soldier opened his mouth, trying to tell him what he had discovered, but all he spat out was blood.

There was more unwillingness in his eyes, but this thick unwillingness did not last long, and his eyes gradually dimmed, losing all their brilliance. The last eyes of the drooping head saw his companions, some of whom had suffered the same fate as him, and some of whom had fallen into the courtyard of the inn, unable to get up again, leaving a pool of blood that gradually spread out to the surroundings.

"Weak soldiers." After Hua Xiong on the horse spit out a sentence lightly, he drew the spear back, and the corpse of the soldier who had been stabbed by the spear was immediately dropped after the spear was withdrawn, and it made a plop, and it made a dull contact with the ground with blood.

It's too weak, so weak that Hua Xiong doesn't feel anything, if all the soldiers are like this, then this time the task is not as difficult as he imagined, it can be said to be simple.

It's just killing, it's just slaughtering, and he does it well. From the Qiang tribe, he had already practiced how to use faster speed and more concise efficiency to clear the enemy. It's okay to put it on these people, anyway, they are all people, exactly the same weak, and there is no difference.

Both the strong and the weak are always enemies. If you are an enemy, you are a good enemy when you die!

Hua Xiong's gaze froze, and he pulled the reins as he galloped into the post house house, and the war horse next to him stopped, and he looked towards a room in the post house, where someone had pushed open the door and looked towards it.

"What's going on? Wang Er, Li Gon? Zhang..."The sleepy-eyed man, who only wore a robe, was very dissatisfied in his words, and felt full of anger when he was awakened from his sweet dream.

So much so that he didn't hear clearly what the soldiers who stayed at the door of the post house were shouting, he was woken up by their voices, and after waking up, when he wanted to listen carefully, there was no sound again.

"Uhhhh

A black shadow flew towards the man quickly, and the air made a concussive sound one after another, and a sudden whistling sound. It interrupted the man's speech, and Hua Xiong threw the spear in his hand, hitting the man in the chest, sending him flying backwards and ending his angry words completely.

From the room where the man came out, there was a series of chaotic sounds, which were the sound of knocking down tables and chairs, and various utensils on the tables. With the last thud, everything had stopped, and the man never had a chance to walk out of the room.

Moving the perspective into the room, you can see that the interior of the room is already in a mess, and the original tables, chairs, and stools have been tilted as if they have been overturned. Looking at the other furnishings, it is the same scene, as long as it is located in the center of the room, it basically can't escape the fate of chaos.

There was a lot of blood in the middle, stretching all the way from the door to the large bed in the innermost part of the room. The futon on the bed, which looks like a red bedding, is actually stained red with blood.

The man, after the spear thrown by Hua Xiong pierced his body, the huge force pushed him to move backwards. In fact, during the period of movement, he was already dead and could no longer die, whether it was the injury from the spear piercing his chest, or the large amount of blood shed along the way, whether it was a soldier or an ordinary person, there was only one death.

He ended up nailed to the wall behind the bed, blood dripping from his body. His man seemed to be alive, and there was still a slight movement, but that movement was only caused by the inertial oscillation of the spear when it was finally nailed to the wall, causing the body to sway with it.

The lieutenant, who had just gotten up to get up, fell into a deep sleep again, this time it was much better, he could no longer be woken up by anyone, and he could spend forever in sleep. The real quiet, the real death had befallen him, and there could be no more reversal.

Hua Xiong clapped his hands as if he had done a small thing, and he didn't have too much joy after the killing. Yes, probably after killing someone, you can vent the breath in your heart, and it is always a lot more comfortable to vent your sullen breath.

The reason why he didn't hesitate to kill the man just now, not anyone else, was because Hua Xiong found out that the man might have a high status among the soldiers in this group of guards in the post house. Otherwise, he was not the only one who had just opened the door, why would he kill this man so decisively?

That's why!

The man was very quick and did not hesitate when he called out the names of the soldiers, and the dissatisfaction in his heart could be heard in his voice. This further deepened Hua Xiong's speculation, and only the superiors in the army could shout the names of other soldiers without scruples, or with such a bad attitude.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and in an army, as long as the leader is killed, it becomes much easier to deal with the others. At the very least, without the intelligent command of a person who can decide things, the rest of the soldiers are prone to being in a situation where they are fighting on their own.

"Hmph." With a sneer, Hua Xiong stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him, "Kill all the men, not a single one!" ”

(End of chapter)