Ghost Fan lay on the corpse of a war horse, looking at the pursuers in front of him, without much expression on his face, but there was a trace of bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes!

The Vikings didn't scream, and the Mamluk mercenaries were silent, and the more their lives hung by a thread, the quieter they became, for they wanted to use all the strength of their breath to kill the enemy!

Leviathan was dealing with a wounded man, the Viking was unlucky, one leg had been crushed by the horse, and half of the calf was blurred, and Leviathan even tied the upper part with a belt and cut off the calf.

He had no other way to stop the bleeding, but used horse blood and human blood to reconcile some of the rotten paste, seal the wound, and if he could burn the fire, he would use a red-hot blade to burn the paste together with the skin and flesh of the wound, so that the wound would quickly scab over, so as to achieve the purpose of stopping the bleeding.

But now I can't make a fire, and I can't make a fire, so I can only use dirty binding cloth to tie it up layer by layer.

In order to make it easier for the wounded to walk, Leviathan also found a half-cut gun shaft, tied it to the wounded's broken leg, and used it as a prosthesis.

The wounded man grinned in pain, and seeing the barrel of the gun that Deleviathan had tied to him, he was not happy, touched it from his side, and threw a long-handled waist knife over.

"Tie this up!"

Leviathan snorted and laughed twice, and really tied the waist knife to the broken leg, and the wounded man nodded with satisfaction, maybe when the fight is made, this waist knife prosthetic leg can still come in handy, right?

The Mamluk mercenaries had heard of the Vikings, and they were accustomed to their extremely fierce style, but Lin Jue Li Yu and others were eye-opening, and when they looked around, some of the wounded with broken hands were also tied with short knives and short swords to act as prosthetics!

These people are not lying on the ground, but walking back and forth, adapting to the prosthesis, those with broken legs, walking, the sword prosthesis is stuck on the ground, the sound of puff and puff, people are really cold, stepping on the corpse on the ground, the sword prosthetic leg will wrench the corpse, and it is really a little creepy, but they are completely unconscious.

Yang Jing walked up to Leviathan's side and said to him, "You should have heard that I have a way to ease their pain. ”

Leviathan glanced at Yang Jing with disdain, and just sneered, "Ignorance!"

Yang Jing frowned, but heard Leviathan continue: "Pain is the best gift from God, on the battlefield, pain can keep you awake, can make you feel that life is passing, can arouse your fighting spirit, not let you fight against fear, but give birth to endless fear, because pain and fear are the source of strength!"

"But pain and fear can also knock people down, don't they?" Yang Jing pondered for a moment, and also thought that Leviathan's words were not all unreasonable, but if the pain and fear were too strong, people would collapse first and become siblings.

Leviathan smiled and said: "For others, it may be so, but for Vikings, pain and fear are never given by the enemy, but born in their own hearts, if they can't overcome even this little bit of pain and fear, how can they defeat the enemy?"

Yang Jing was silent, and Leviathan continued: "I know that your magic can relieve pain, but this kind of magic is for the weak, you better leave it to others, Vikings don't need such magic!"

Hearing this, Yang Jing slowly raised his head and said to Leviathan: "I finally understand why you were able to conquer Europe..."

Leviathan snorted, but the white bone helmet on his head trembled slightly, and the whining wind could be faintly heard in the night sky, but the wind was more and more poignant!

Leviathan wanted to brag a few words to himself, but Yang Jing hugged him over: "Be careful!"

"Hiss!"

The sound of the wind became sharp, and it turned out to be a rain of arrows in the sky!

Leviathan was hugged by Yang Jing like this, and his face was pale, but when he saw Yang Jing waving his sleeve robe, his internal strength was urging, and his strength was drumming, and the feather arrows were brushed away by Yang Jing like straw!

Leviathan and many Vikings have never seen such a thing as internal strength, and seeing Yang Jing like this, the feather arrows avoid him, only to feel that this is the real magic!

The Vikings and Mamluk mercenaries were people who crawled out of the pile of dead and immediately hid behind the pile of corpses, and some used the corpses as meat shields to avoid feathered arrows.

A Viking was scolding and trying to check what was going on, and just as he had just appeared, several feathered arrows were pierced into his horned helmet, one of which grazed the side of his cheek and wiped out his earlobe!

"!"

Their horn helmets were very heavy, otherwise he would have pierced his head, and at this time he retracted it, and he scolded again, and he didn't dare to take off his helmet, but the arrows on the helmet were broken one by one, but the guys around him laughed.

These people have always been outlaws, and on the battlefield of life and death, they still laughed, and some people took out the skins containing the liquor and passed them to each other, and no one poured them out, and there was more nonsense.

Yang Jing escorted Leviathan to Ghost Fan's side, and Ghost Fan said to Leviathan: "It's also a necromancer, guys are willing to go with this yellow-skinned boy, Leviathan, you better do it yourself!"

Everyone also laughed, Yang Jing saw this, he just shook his head and smiled, and pushed away the rain of arrows, but saw that the light horse had already surrounded the pile of dead people and began to shoot intensively.

Because it was dark night, although there was snow shining, it was impossible to recognize the enemy's face after all, but fortunately, after Yang Jing condensed Neidan, his eyesight also became better, and he could vaguely see some, but these light horses ran around the dead man's pile, constantly shooting arrows and raining arrows, and Yang Jing couldn't identify which one was Yale Tairon.

These light cavalry circled the pile of dead people, constantly shooting, besieging layer by layer, and I don't know how many enemies there were, and it was also a loss to the heavy armored iron cavalry that left such a big benefit to Yang Jing and the others, otherwise it would be difficult for them to support it.

Although it is impossible to send people out to report the news, these Kereh light cavalry are surrounded from all directions in the west, and the more than 2,000 Mamluk mercenaries will definitely be aware of it, as long as they continue to support it, when the Mamluk mercenaries come to relieve the siege, they will be able to take the opportunity to kill them and meet with each other!

These light horsemen obviously have some concerns, they are not a charge trooper, if they rush in directly, they will be blocked by this pile of dead people more than one person high, not to mention that the war horses cannot pass, not to mention that they don't want to ride and shoot, but engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Vikings, it is simply self-defeating.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Jing concluded that Yale Taryn and the Ram Migration Wild must be among these cavalrymen!

Because Yale Tarren did not come in person, it was impossible to mobilize the cavalry of the Kereh tribe, and the cavalry of the Kereh tribe had not been to Helin and did not know enough about the Vikings, only Yale Tyren would tell them not to fight the Vikings in close combat!

As long as they survive their bow and arrow suppression, whether they wait for rescue or force a breakthrough, they will have a chance of survival.

Yang Jing didn't waste his strength needlessly, after checking the situation, he hid back, and saw that Ji Jin was not far away, and immediately sat down beside her.

Ji Jin was still angry with Yang Jing, turned her head, and didn't look at Yang Jing, but Yang Jing didn't follow her anymore, held her face with her hand, twisted her head, stared at her eyes, and said seriously.

"I'm going back to the south, will you follow me?"

Ji Jin didn't answer, just snorted coldly, Yang Jing knew that this was her attitude, and if she didn't object, she would acquiesce.

He nodded, stared at Ji Jin, and said undoubtedly: "In the future, you can't kill people indiscriminately, be obedient, can you do it?"

Ji Jin still didn't answer, just stared at Yang Jing viciously, Yang Jing dipped her thumb in some saliva, wiped a blood stain on her cheek, and then confirmed: "I want you to answer in person, can you do it!"

Ji Jin's face became a little hideous, she broke free of Yang Jing's hand, pulled out the short knife on her waist, and stabbed it to the side with a snort, and a dying Mongolian heavy armored cavalry was stabbed to death by her on the spot!

There were only dozens of Mongolian heavy armor soldiers who survived, most of them were seriously injured, and the heavy armor was stripped off by the Vikings and piled up on the defense line.

Ji Jin took out the knife, licked the blood on the blade, and sneered at Yang Jing: "You have to figure it out, you are mine, but I am not yours, you want me to be your bed warmer, or die early!"

There is no doubt about the domineering between Ji Jin's words, Yang Jing just took a light breath, and was thinking about how to subdue this demon, but Ji Jin smiled again and again.

"Do you think I'm going to be like them, obedient to you, and your slave?

Ji Jin pushed Yang Jing away and jumped out of the dead man's defense line!

"Dead girl, come back to me!"

Ji Jin's move also made everyone stunned, and Vikings such as Ghost Fan and Leviathan couldn't help but exclaim: "This is the woman of women!"

The feather arrows outside were like a storm, and Ji Jin brandished her twin swords, and she was about to clash with the encirclement of the light cavalry, but she was an assassin after all, and she was still able to stealth in disguise, and she was simply killing herself head-on!

The reason why she did this was also to show Yang Jing that she wanted to dominate Yang Jing, but she was not one of Yang Jing's many women, and she didn't want to share Yang Jing with Lu Baiyu and Feng Ruochen and others!

Seeing that she would rather die than be obedient, Yang Jing was also furious, this woman's willfulness and recklessness would not distinguish between occasions and ignore the timing, she acted recklessly, she could do whatever she wanted, and she could not even care about her own life!

Yang Jing chased after him in three or five steps, waved his sleeve robe, and rolled down those feather arrows, but as soon as the two of them appeared, the light cavalry had a target, and the feather arrows were denser than the rain!

Ji Jin had just run two or three steps before he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and then he was pierced by a feather arrow in his thigh!

In pain, she rolled down from the pile of dead men, and the light cavalry on the periphery rode up, and the scimitars whistled and slashed, and they were about to cut off her head!

Yang Jing came first, and with enough internal strength, the big monument destroyer hit the horse's belly, and the war horse, along with the knight, was pushed out by Yang Jing with a palm!

This palm is clearly fluttering and freehand, but it bursts out with infinite power, the Vikings can't help but be dumbfounded, even Leviathan lowered his arrogant head, and has already accepted the fact that he has already had to face it in his heart, Yang Jing is indeed a powerful magician!

Where did Yang Jing pay attention to so much, picked up the brocade, and returned to the position.

Yang Jing pulled out a knife to cut off the shaft of the arrow, and bandaged her first, Ji Jin saw that his face was full of anger, and he really reached the limit of endurance, so he pouted and stopped teasing Yang Jing.

Yang Jing said softly: "You can die if you want, when this battle is over, what do you want, let's talk about it again, now, give me honesty!"

Ji Jin glared at Yang Jing and said to Yang Jing, "What if I'm not honest?"

Yang Jing almost held the petite Ji Jin in his arms at this time, blocked in a small corner, and no one else could see it, so he reached in, and he didn't know where to touch it, Ji Jin's lips opened slightly, and his throat mumbled vaguely, but his cheeks flushed.

"You'll be obedient. Yang Jing said.

When Ji Jin heard this, his misty eyes suddenly became more angry, and he roared at Yang Jing: "I'm pregnant!"