readx;? Chapter 1: Sharpening the Sword (8)

Ci is not in charge of the soldiers!

Whether it was Han Pu, who was commanding the heroes of the green forest at this moment, or Han Youding, who was commanding the black-clothed army, they didn't take the three or two hundred subordinates who had just died in battle to heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They are veterans, accustomed to blood and death. So once you set your goal to win the final victory, you don't care about the price you pay.

Moreover, the first wave of contact between the two sides was far from the elite in their respective hands. In these years, the life of an ordinary person is not much more valuable than a donkey. If a group of soldiers die today, they will go and forcibly recruit another group another day. As long as you sharpen it with a whip for three or two months, you can put it on the battlefield again.

Therefore, after a slight adjustment, the second round of contact between the enemy and the enemy began in an instant. It is no longer about weighing each other's pounds, but trying to find the opponent's flaws and strive for a fatal blow.

In this regard, Han Youding, the head of the black-clothed army, has far more experience than Han Pu. With just a little thought, he focused his attack on the opponent's left flank. Several battalion leaders there had just been involved in the shoot-off, and their physical strength and morale had dropped significantly. What's more critical is that the predecessors of each battalion are all green forest cottages, and the feather and arrow reserves in their hands cannot be compared to the black-clothed army. After the previous consumption, there may not be much left at this moment.

"Woo-woo-woo——! accompanied by the unique horn rhythm of the northern country, more than a thousand black-clothed soldiers, lined up in a narrow blade-shaped array, stabbed diagonally at the left flank of the Wu Ying army.

The blade of the "blade" was slightly bent, and each soldier had a spear in his hand. On the back of the blade, there is a black leather shield. Each leather shield is facing Han Pu's handsome flag.

"Wagang Battalion, Daye Battalion, Caozhou Battalion, Maozhou Battalion, feather arrows intercepted. All battalions on the right flank, advance three hundred steps!" Han Pu, the commander of the Wu Ying Army, was not to be outdone, and immediately made a countermeasure. Use a few battalions close to the center to attack the back of the attacking enemy with a bow and crossbow. The right wing of the entire team pressed to the left side of the opponent's array with the help of the mountain.

The elite of the Chinese army on both sides stood still. It is like two fish eyes in the yin-yang diagram, separated by a distance of about 300 steps, far away from each other. The left and right flanks of both sides quickly broke through the blocking of the feather arrows and collided fiercely. (Note 1)

"Boom!" The sunlight instantly dimmed, countless flesh and blood flew into the sky, and countless lives fell into the dust.

The black-clothed army under Han Youding's command, both in terms of weapons and equipment, and training degree, are far better than the Wuying army that was improvised by heroes from all walks of life. But in terms of numbers, it is less than half of the other party. In terms of morale, it is not necessarily higher than that of the opponent. Therefore, in the time of the small half-pillar incense that collided with each other, there was only a fight. The left flank of the Wu Ying army was crushed by the advance of the black-clothed army. The left flank of the black-clothed army was also squeezed back by the leaders of the green forest battalions sent by the Wu Ying army.

"Choose the front, destroy the two capitals, seize the slope of the upper four hundred steps on the right, and then look for an opportunity to go straight down!" Han Youding was surprised by the tenacity of the heroes of the green forest. Decisively sent the elite cavalry of the two capitals to seize the favorable terrain behind the flank of the Wuying army, in order to take advantage of the mountain situation to launch an attack.

Han Pu was condescending, watched the movements of the black-clothed army correctly, and did not hesitate to send a cavalry to meet him, and on the periphery of the battlefield, he started a fierce struggle with the black-clothed army.

The horses staggered, and dozens of cavalrymen had a huge cut in their bodies, and they fell to the ground screaming. The surviving man quickly turned his mount and launched a second round of hedging head-to-face. The steel knife reflected the rising sun, splashing a dazzling red light.

Compared with the battle of the starters, the cavalry's horses rushed against each other, which was undoubtedly more tragic. In just two rounds, the elite sent by both sides has been reduced by 30%. The remaining survivors still refused to give up, slammed the horse's lower abdomen, and raised their horizontal knives again.

"Rush, rush up!" Han Chongyun, the general of the gate, was shaken hard by the cavalry, and his blood was boiling. With his legs on the saddle, he wielded his sword with all his might.

The warriors who were not killed on both sides really started the third round of hedging. Each other's movements did not have the slightest hesitation. The distance of more than 100 steps is fleeting. "Bang ——!" faintly made another loud noise. The red mist rolled, and the war horses jumped out of the blood waterfall carrying the corpse of their master, screaming loudly!

This round was close to a draw, but the remaining cavalry of both sides near the warbands was less than half of the original, and they could no longer continue to complete each other's tasks. As if there was a tacit understanding between them, the leaders of the team turned their mounts sharply and galloped towards their respective Chinese troops, leaving behind them the corpses of their opponents and their own side.

"Tie, draw!" Han Chongyun became more and more excited, as if he didn't see a mutilated body on the ground. "Xiaofei, you follow me in the future, and we will be riders together. Riding a horse and rushing into battle, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled......"

The last few sentences, he deliberately said to Ning Yanzhang. After being a general, the son inherits his father's business, which has been regarded by him as the highest ideal in life. He was answered by a low clattering of teeth. Hidden by the other shouts and screams of the battlefield, it is almost imperceptible without careful listening.

"Xiaofei, Xiaofei, what's wrong with you, you won't be stupid!" Han Chongyun was taken aback, quickly jumped off the saddle, and hugged Ning Yanzhang with both arms, who was already trembling like chaff. "You, why are you so useless? You are so tall and strong! You, you can't even kill anyone! You are the founding disciple of the second head of the Wagang Ning family!"

"I, I, I ....." Ning Yanzhang held the ground with the wooden spear in his hand to ensure that he would not fall down immediately. Blood, boundless blood, from the beginning of the battle to the present, all he has seen is boundless blood. Whether it is flowing from the black-clothed army or from the Wu Yingjun, it is a rich red. It was so thick that he couldn't open his eyes to see, couldn't hear the sounds around him, and could barely breathe properly.

He knew that he would definitely embarrass Wagangzhai like this. However, he couldn't get rid of the rich red around him, and he couldn't straighten up and face the blood and death calmly.

Han Chongyun's guess was not wrong, he really didn't kill anyone, not even a chicken. Whether it is in the broken memories before waking up or in the memories after waking up, he is well protected by the people around him. The unique skill of playing with an axe with one hand was taught by Yu Siwen, a master of the sixth, and the target for practice was the most common rotten wood stake in the mountains. And the blood stains I saw for the first time in my life were from my own head, not from someone else's body.

"Someone, someone, Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei has been washed away by the blood light!"

Soul Fall Disorder is a kind of laziness he heard from his father. It usually only happens to those who are born with a poor soul, or who are as timid as a mouse. As long as it is collided with the blood and soul of the dead on the battlefield, this kind of waste will lose the ability to move and speak, and may even be frightened into madness, and it will never return to normal in this life.

However, at this moment, few people around were paying attention to the two of them, and no Lang Zhong, who was a skilled doctor, came to help. As a result, Han Chongyun shouted for a long time, but did not get any response. I had no choice but to lift my knees against Ning Yanzhang's waist, and free my left hand to try to move my best friend's head to the most intense part of the battlefield. "Don't be afraid, open your eyes, you open your eyes and look carefully. Evil ghosts are also afraid of wicked people, besides, you must still be a child, the true yang in your body has not been lost, and it is difficult for a hundred ghosts to invade!"

"Open your eyes and look, you're trying to show me. Either turn out to be a fool or get through this on your own. Don't expect others, the gods can't help you!" shouted as he searched for a few masters in Wagangzhai with his eyes, hoping to attract their attention so that he could prescribe the right medicine to Xiaofei.

The figure of the big boss Wu Ruofu appeared in front of the military formation. Riding an iron horse, the spear in his hand flew up and down, picking off a man who rushed over in black and raised troops.

Xu Yuanju, the third master, was commanding more than 100 foot soldiers of the Wagang Army, and he was hard at hand with the black-clothed army who didn't know when to press forward. Half of his body had been stained red with human blood, and he didn't know if the blood came from the enemy or himself.

Several other Wagangzhai family members he knew also brought their own descendants and strangled with the black-clothed army. In the short few breaths that he had just been busy "rescuing" his good friend Xiao Fei, the left wing of Wu Ying's army actually completely collapsed! So much so that his father, Han Pu, had to draw forces from the Chinese army again and again in order to barely stabilize his position. And farther away, the right wing of the Wu Ying Army and the left wing of the Black-clothed Army fell into a state of death match, and in a short period of time, they could not withdraw back to the rescue.

"Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei, you open your eyes, open your eyes!" Han Chongyun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he held Ning Yanzhang's left hand and shook it vigorously, "If you don't wake up again, you will become a fool completely!"

"I, I'm not stupid!" As if an awl had been pierced in the heart, Ning Yanzhang shivered in pain, and shouted at the top of his throat.

Before he had the name Ning Yanzhang, many people in the cottage regarded him as a fool. But he himself was convinced that he was not. I just lost the memories of the past. And Second Uncle Ning said that it doesn't matter who he can't remember.

"It doesn't matter who you are, what your original surname is, it doesn't matter who your father and mother are, the important thing is that you don't forget to live hard and strive to be a hero!"

Suddenly, Ning Caichen's words rang in his ears again. Sight, hearing, smell, and control of the body return at the same time. According to Han Chongyun's request, he tried his best to open his eyes and face the bloody battlefield.

He saw Wu Ruofu, the big boss of Wagangzhai, and rode his horse into the middle of a group of black-clothed cavalry. The spear in his hand stabbed left and right, and he was invincible. More than a dozen Wagang elites tightly guarded the back of the big boss, struggling to resist the sneak attack behind him.

In the next moment, Wu Ruofu continued to ride his horse and rush, and the black-clothed people surrounded them layer by layer like crows, enveloping them and completely submerging their figures.

In the next moment, Wu Ruofu himself broke out of the encirclement, and both men and horses were stained red with blood. But there was not a single brother left behind him. He turned his horse, gun-tucked, turned around and charged into the ranks of the men in black again, before disappearing again.

Another elite group of cavalry rushed over to join him. Then collide with the oncoming black-clothed cavalry, either fall off the horse and die, or stab the opponent off the horse, there is no third result.

Soon, the figure of Xu Yuanju, the third master, also appeared in his field of vision, surrounded by almost all people in black, and very few of them were his own brothers in Wagangzhai. However, the three masters were undaunted, and danced the Iron Spine Snake Spear with both hands, launching attacks again and again in all directions.

The figure of the four masters is not far from the three masters. There were a few black, long, feathered arrows stuck in their backs, and they faltered and did not retreat. The Sixth and Seventh Masters were nowhere to be found, and countless cottage leaders he was once familiar with were killed by the men in black right in front of his eyes. He saw it all, he saw it clearly, and he couldn't fall into it.

There was an awe-inspiring chill that rushed straight to the door of the head from the soles of the feet. He can't stand here and watch, he must rush up and live and die with them! Their life was saved by them, and he was a bandit with them for months, eating, drinking, and Lazar together. He didn't even do anything, and he got a share of the dividends from the sale of Khitan heads. When they died in battle, he could not stand by and watch.

"Brothers——!" raised his spear high, Ning Yanzhang learned the appearance of an imaginary hero, and shouted loudly, "Follow me!"

"Fart!" Suddenly, a blood-stained slap hit him in the face, knocking all his passion to the ground. The figure of Li Tiegui, the fifth master, appeared on his side like a ghost. The cloak was scattered, and he was angry, "Follow me and save the big boss." Everyone else is desperate, what qualifications do you kid have to be lazy?!"

Anyway, he didn't pay attention to the attitudes of the other people around him. Pulling up Ning Yanzhang, taking advantage of the mountain situation, he quickly rushed to the center of the battlefield.

"My grandfather said it before......" Han Chongyun's anxious voice sounded from behind, but it was quickly swallowed up by the shouts and killings around him.

Li Tie grabbed Ning Yanzhang's wrist and stumbled. Anyone who tried to get close to the two of them, no matter where they came from, was swatted away like a fly with his cane.

Rushing past a pile of corpses, another warband, and suddenly, he quickly stopped. Bent down and picked up a blood-stained battle flag from the ground, and draped it on Xiao Fei's body with force, covering the shining bright light armor, "Run, run as far as you can! Leave us alone, and don't trust anyone anymore! Quick, run! You fool, do you hear it, run!"

Note 1: The standard Taiji diagram was created by Chen Tuan. But before the Taiji diagram, there were already yin and yang diagrams, natural diagrams, double dragon diagrams and other similar patterns, which were widely circulated. Including ancient Rome, there was also a blue and yellow "Pisces" pattern as the battle flag of a certain legion.

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