More blood spilled, more corpses appeared, trampled into pulp, and the bones inside were shattered.

In any case, when the infantry and cavalry are facing each other, no matter how powerful the infantry is, it can only become a chaotic blood spot. But there are always some people, even before they become blood spots in chaos, who exchange their lives for the lives of enemy cavalry or war horses.

Is it worth it?

This is the answer that the infantrymen asked themselves in their minds before they died, and it was worth it. For the fighters, death is not so terrible, and dying in the game has a chance to start over, and they rush so resolutely.

For Cao Cao's private soldiers, who were already scattered, there would be some hesitation, and the hesitation existed for a moment and disappeared without a trace. There are many soldiers who have no time to regret it, let alone know whether they regret it or not.

The surviving soldiers were all gasping for breath, gulping in on the air, and the thick smell of blood was pumped into their lungs. Each of them was a provider of the smell, and each of them had a lot of blood on them, and the soldier with a severed arm tore a piece of armor from the armor of the corpse next to him, and bandaged his wounds.

His face turned pale from blood loss, and the hand holding the piece of armor was trembling continuously, trembling, and finally hugged the wound and tied a dead knot. He didn't think he could stop the bleeding completely, but as long as the blood flowed slower, that would be fine.

He's going to fight! Let him fight!

"Kill!" With a roar, he took a step forward and chased after the Liangzhou cavalry who had already run away.

"Mom... Damn..."A cat cursed and spat out a mouthful of blood from its mouth.

Droplets of blood flew up and fell again, landing on his face that was facing the sky. At this time, he no longer had the strength to wipe the spit away.

It's not dirty, anyway, it's your own saliva, your own blood, and any bacteria that come from your own body.

"Hey, a sword is bleeding, remember to help me bring the salted fish back." He barely bothered himself and said to the sword that stood in front of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cat fell down again, and more blood foamed from his mouth. It's easy to get out of the air, but it's hard to get in and out, and the air you breathe through your nostrils feels like it's burning when it falls into your chest.

It hurts, it really hurts. The warm liquid on the face, rolling down, and causing a trace of pain when flowing through the wound, should be tears.

"." scolded again, it really hurts to be tired, but tears are coming.

There was a depression in his chest, and his armor was visibly damaged. He was trampled by a war horse, but fortunately the war horse was injured again after losing its owner, and his speed had become much slower at the end, so he was not trampled to death at once.

There was no answer, and he was a little confused, but he propped up his body again and was about to speak. "Hey, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the sword with the sword on the pillar was bleeding and had already fallen.

"Damn, die faster than me!" The cat scolded angrily and lay down again.

There was a corpse behind him, it was soft, not a solid ground, otherwise he would have to be in pain again. But... Youmao was already feeling that his vision was starting to blur, and he was still insisting on not closing his eyes, still waiting for someone to come, he confessed, and asked people to bring his salted fish back, and by the way, there was a sword with blood flowing, and the armor on their bodies that could be used for cultivation.

After the confession, he died so happily!

"I hope someone is still alive, remember what I told him at the beginning." There are cats muttering, but there are still no people waiting for them.

Although he was reluctant, his body could no longer hold on, so he had to close his eyes.

Zhu Hou sat on the ground paralyzed, her arm had lost her instincts, and the Chongwu sword landed on the ground beside her. It's very close, for a swordsman, when there is no way to hold the sword anymore, it is equivalent to death, but she really can't hold it anymore.

The other hand, the left, is left behind... Zhu Hou also forgot about the place where he was left, but fortunately he hid quickly, but he only had half of his forearm cut off. Barely wrapping the wound with a rag was already the only strength left in Zhu Hou's right hand, and after doing this, she had no extra strength.

Sitting slumped, looking at the battlefield in the distance, she wanted to stand up, but she no longer had the strength to stand up again.

There are still many wounds on Zhu Hou's body, all of which appeared after exchanging injuries with the Liangzhou cavalry. It is a miracle that she can survive until now, and the miracle is only that she dares to fight, is not afraid of death, and has the crucial luck on the other side.

Broken gun, the afterglow in his eyes. The war maniac exhaled softly and looked up at the sky, the sky was red, red clouds, red sky. He knew that this was the color of his eyes, and that his eyes were red, and that they were obscured by red, and everything that he saw naturally was red.

Everything was red, wasn't it?

He looked down again at his chest, where a hole in blood appeared, and blood was pouring down. It flowed down the armor and splattered on the ground, mixed with the original blood.

He did his best. Try your best to say one word, and explain his current state.

fell, and after the breath in his chest was loosened, the war madness couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed.

Yun Ting's eyes lit up with two points of blood, and the blood-colored figure holding the red sword blade behind him was in the transition between virtual and real, waiting for his final condensation. On the Qingyu Sword, it was very clean, so clean that it was weirdly clean, and the blood that was contaminated before disappeared without a trace, and it seemed to be absorbed, in exchange for the blood that permeated the blade.

Run, run after the cavalry. Yun Ting also had a wound on his body, but he couldn't feel the pain, and the blood immediately froze when it just flowed out of the wound.

He knew very well, it wasn't that he wasn't injured, it was just that he couldn't feel the pain. The blood did not return to the body, but was absorbed by the Qingyu Sword.

The Qingyu Sword was leaping with joy, and there was a joyful emotion, which passed along the arm holding the sword into Yun Ting's heart. It is craving more blood, thirsting for a full drink, a satisfying one. Whether it's the blood of an enemy, the blood of a companion, the blood of a warhorse, or the blood of its master, it loves it all.

The sword of killing, the sword of killing the lord. The current Qingyu Sword gathers a powerful force, a power that makes Yunting feel that it is about to be swallowed by it, these are all brought by the thick blood on the battlefield, and the blood of those elite warriors is undoubtedly the best sacrifice of the Qingyu Sword!

He was still in control, controlling not to let the power of the Qingyu Sword spill out. He was still waiting, waiting for the eve of the last moment that he couldn't control, and all his power burst out in an instant!

Chong, rushed to the side of those cavalrymen, the clouds were filled with murderous aura, and the two pupils turned the most vivid red.

Sun Jian was also running, under the ancient ingot knife, I don't know how many enemies he killed, whether it was people or horses, he was cut in two. Only one knife is needed, and there is absolutely no need for a second one.

He knew that there was no chance of a second sword, so he only killed within one sword.

Even if it is as powerful as the Jiangdong Tiger, it looks embarrassed, and there are many pieces of flesh and blood that were stained when they crawled on the ground. There's no time to clean up, there's no need, no matter how much you clean it anyway, it's all the same, and sooner or later it will have to get dirtier.

In the place where he just stayed, the corpses piled up by the Liangzhou cavalry formed a hill, and Sun Jian was standing behind the mountain just now, supporting the present. It was those corpses that caused obstacles to the charging Liangzhou cavalry, and there were obstacles, taking advantage of this opportunity, Sun Jian had been killing people.

Under the ancient ingot knife, there is no living mouth.

Wheezing, Sun Jian's tiger eyes were full of coldness, indifference to the extreme. It would be false to say that he had no affection for the dead soldiers, who were Cao Cao's personal soldiers and also soldiers he had trained.

Then use the ancient ingot knife in my hand to get a little interest back for you!

When Yun Ting and Sun Jian were running, there was a gust of wind, faster than they went. Before, he broke through the infantry front of the Liangzhou army, led the army to turn, and another round of new charges, heading towards the Liangzhou cavalry in the distance.

He saw it, he saw the weakness of the Liangzhou cavalry, he just had to catch it, the moment the two cavalry touched each other, attack!

With the swing of his spear, Xiahoudun stabbed forward and pointed at the horse's eyes whenever the cavalry rushed in. In an instant, the horses were in pain, struggled wildly, and were no longer under the control of the horsemen, threw the cavalry down, and ran in front of the route of the other cavalry's charge, disrupting their charge.

Another hand, holding a shield, the shield was raised from time to time, and the spear that stabbed was taken. At this time, the blood on Xiahoudun's face would become more intense, and his footsteps would retreat backwards and turn around, leaving an obvious footprint on the ground.

Gun attack, shield defense, offensive and defensive exchange, dodge and block. Xiahoudun didn't know how long he could hold on, but when he could, he had to persevere.

Probably, he didn't have much time, and there was already a shout of fighting in the rear and another sound of horses' hooves in his ears.

Front and rear flanking attacks, front and rear flanking attacks from cavalry. Dealing with it alone, he felt a little struggling, and there was an extra group of enemies behind the vacant back. Perhaps, the time he will support will be much shorter than expected.

At the same time, Tai Shici and Xiahou Yuan, the two of them were empty. They threw away the bow of great value, and threw away the empty quiver, and the two of them untied the spears on their backs and held them in their hands.

Piff single-handedly rushed to the battlefield.

Behind them, there were also two figures chasing, the Oneiroi machine who was a step late and the toad that ate the phoenix, when they saw this scene, they did not hesitate, and they used the "Wild Run" skill together to rush towards the battlefield.

They were a step late, far less fast than the cavalry, but the battle was not too late!

(End of chapter)