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As the sun set, in the huge shadow caused by the Tongguan city wall, a lone rider approached as quickly as a ghost, and the Jurchen knights behind Xiao Mu all looked at the front casually, although today's Jurchen iron cavalry is no longer the one who wore animal skins, hung human heads on horses' necks, and even ate human flesh on the battlefield under the leadership of Taizu Wanyan Aguta, but these Jurchen knights who followed Xiao Mu were all Tatars in the northeast and the grassland. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network

Before they arrived at Tongguan, they felt that if they talked about the most warlike peoples in the north and south, they would count the Jurchens and the Tatars, and if they were reluctant, the Khitans could also join them.

However, in the past few days, the Han people in Guanshang have really shown them the courage and fearlessness of the Han men, unlike the domestic Han people they have seen before, who can even serve their wives and children with both hands, these Han people in sturdy armor and wielding strange straight knives are all similar to their most heroic warriors.

This makes them a little uncomfortable, just like sheep suddenly become man-eating tigers, Tatars were killed and scurried, casualties were heavy, and even a few small tribes have been wiped out, the Khitans also shrank their heads, and when they talked about attacking the city, they were afraid, not to mention those Han troops, these guys are only worthy of being vultures hovering over other people's booty, unlike those guys who have been in Xijing for a long time, the warlike bloodline of their ancestors still remains in them, although the generalissimo has strictly ordered them not to fight, But seeing these Han people wreaking havoc in the military formation, Xiao Mu and their more than a thousand cavalry were red-eyed.

I have to say that although the Jurchens have been established for a long time, the military discipline of the law is a formality for these Jurchens, Xiao Mu did not hesitate to lead people to rush up, but he was still a step late, and only picked up some scraps.

And now, it's just a person, just to send him to death. Xiao Mu's bravery is unshakable in the minds of these soldiers who have followed him for several years, there is a fierce general named Zhang Fei in the books of the Han people, a loud roar, let the river be cut off, and the million army retreats, although Xiao Mu does not have such a majesty, but only with twenty-four personal entourage, he rushed into the cavalry formation composed of thousands of Tatars, and poked their little prince through with a shot, so that the Tatars were terrified when they saw the banner of Xiao Zi. Such a martial artist, alone? Jokes, even if a thousand people stand in front of him, they have to bow their heads.

"Uschka." Xiao Mu scolded again. He had seen the iconic machete a little before, and he was excited, and the figure stepped forward again, waiting to see the young face of the other party. A wave of disappointment mixed with annoyance bubbled like a hot soup boiling, "There is no hero among the Han people, and they let a child come to die." ”

didn't wait for him to learn from the fierce generals in the ancient books of the Han people, and shouted that the person who came was famous. The sound of horses' hooves, which suddenly accelerated, made him swallow everything.

Xiao Mu shook his head. Shook out a series of loud bells, the spear was raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he didn't plan to kill this person, the other party was wearing a piece of chain mail, and at a glance, he knew that his identity was unusual, and he should be a general of the Han people. It's a credit to get it back. But the thought was immediately put aside by him, and he liked to listen to the howls of his enemies before they died. Even if the birds chirp pleasantly in the white mountains and black waters, it is not as comfortable as this, and maybe it will attract the Qin army on the gate to come to the rescue, it will be even better, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face, as if he saw the prey of the beast.

Zhao Shi saw the light enemies of these Jurchens, although the murderous intent in his heart was irrepressibly boiling to the top, but for a soldier like him, the vigilance at the time of the battle did not retreat at all, and his eyes swept like nothing, more than 200 people, about three hundred steps away from the Jin soldiers' camp, a few breaths on horseback, a dangerous distance, the Jin soldiers were on the way back to the camp, and a team of soldiers cleaning the battlefield had been separated, and even some fireworks had been lit, perhaps they had long been accustomed to such scenes, and they were all blind to what was happening here.

These Jurchen men all exude a dangerous aura on their bodies, they are fully armored, they have never dealt with them head-on, and they don't know how powerful they are in battle?

If they kill the Jurchen general in front of them, will they rush up? Two hundred people, if it is in the jungle, he is sure that they will let their corpses stay there forever, but this is a cold weapon battlefield, two hundred cavalry rushed up, he has not experienced what kind of scene it is, but it must be very dangerous, at this time he even wants to look back at the close, is His Royal Highness the King of Wei very proud now? Is it so successful to use the law?

But he didn't look back after all, and even threw these senseless thoughts away at once, and the murderous aura in his eyes finally beat like demon fire.

To his surprise, this mighty-looking Jurchen general didn't want his life, and the blood-stained spear was not slow and powerful, but when the two horses intersected, it was his shoulder that was stabbed.

Carelessly underestimating the enemy to such an extent, facing Zhao Shi again, paying the price is just a matter of an eye, in Xiao Mu's eyes, this young Han general just made a slight mistake in his shoulder, and he had already flashed the spear, and his indifferent face like ice and snow reflected a flash of sword light, making him feel chills all over his body.

I didn't have time to regret anything, I desperately withdrew the spear, held it diagonally in front of me, and blocked it with all my strength, and a deafening sound of golden symphony sounded, in Xiao Mu's own ears, it was like a thunderclap, and his ears were full of buzzing, and he couldn't hear any other sound anymore.

In the midst of the whirlwind, there was a sharp pain in his back, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on the ground, his chest was tight, and a mouthful of blood spurted out when he opened his mouth, and his head was chaotic as if he had made a slurry.

In the eyes of the others, it was like a slow motion, Zhao Shi's long knife slashed an arc in the air, and slashed heavily at the spear that Xiao Mu blocked in front of his chest, and after a loud bang, the knife and gun were broken, and Xiao Mu flew out as if he was suddenly pulled by a rope behind him.

Everyone looked at this scene stupidly, and the eyes of Xiao Mu's subordinates seemed to be able to stare out of their sockets, and some were still wondering if it was some new tricks that Lord Meng'an had learned from those Han martial artists.

Zhao Shi's equestrian skills are not good, otherwise he would have turned over and dismounted at the first time, cut off Xiao Mu's head with the broken knife in his hand, and violently took the reins of the horse, and the Hetao Jian horse that sat down as the life of the blind man immediately stood up from the rush, and the horse's head turned sharply, and in addition to the saliva on his mouth, the skin and flesh were also strangled, and a trace of blood flowed.

The last thing Xiao Mu saw was the cold eyes and many openings in the eyes of this terrible Han general, without a trace of emotion, but the flickering sword light that was waved down by the young Han general without hesitation.

In the blood splatter, a big head fell to the ground in an instant, and Zhao Shi grabbed the braided hair behind the head without hesitation and carried the bloody head in his hand.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded chaotically, these pro-soldiers and guards who had followed Xiao Mu for many years urged the war horses to rush up with red eyes, and at the moment when Xiao Mu's head hit the ground, their lives were actually no longer theirs, the rules of the Jurchen ancestors, the Lord will die in front, and those who have nothing to do with him will be beheaded, Xiao Mu is dead, if they don't want to affect their families, the best destination is to die here.

Zhao Shi did not get on the horse, but put the human head in the pocket on the saddle, and slammed the horse's buttocks with the back of the knife.

The eyes of the Jurchen knights seemed to burn one by one, General Xiao died, and his head was cut off, thinking that his wife and children were driven together like cattle and sheep, and the men were killed, and they didn't dare to think about the situation of women, thinking of these is enough for them to show their wildest side.

But then they saw that there were more crazy people in the world than them, and the broken knife effortlessly cut the thick neck of the horse, spraying a large amount of blood, and at the same time, it also threw the scimitar-wielding knight out mercilessly.

A fist struck the chest of a galloping war horse like lightning, but the fracture was not a seemingly weak arm, the war horse seemed to be struck by a sledgehammer, and flew out according to inertia, pressing the knight on his body fiercely under him, and the broken bone stubble pierced out of the horse's chest, and the war horse struggled, crushing the knight under him like mud.

Let a diagonal split, grab the opponent's wrist, drag his whole person down, swing it like a straw, and smash the other knight off the horse, and with a light hand, his arm was torn off by him.

The light of the knife flashed, and a spark was drawn on Zhao Shi's body, Zhao Shi stumbled, and at the same time, the broken knife in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting the entire waist of a knight, and the intestines and blood surged out as if he was dying, and the knight's mournful howl on the ground with the last trace of sunlight disappeared, and the whole world seemed to become a ghost in an instant.

The knights who had lost their goal reined in their horses and shouted hoarsely in Jurchen words, this was another fatal mistake they made tonight, and the screams kept ringing out from the crowd, as if a ghost had appeared in the field with the mission of harvesting people's lives, constantly devouring the lives of the knights.

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