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Chapter 732: Chinese New Year's Eve Victory

The scorching midday sun, overlooking the endless field, the sound of exhaustion and fighting gradually decreased. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ[]

At the north mark of the battlefield, the banner of the wolf's head on a black background was unfurled, and rows of war horses neighed in a low voice, and their front hooves scraped the ground.

The cavalry on the horse arched his spine slightly, silently watching everything that was happening in front of him.

Shen Ao, who was in front of the team, quietly pulled out Shang Fang's sword, the essence of the sword pointed forward, his long eyebrows pressed down slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and what moved was not the bright spring scenery, but the cold, cold smile that penetrated the bones......

Shen Ao shouted on Chinese New Year's Eve: "Blood debt and blood payment!" ”

Countless war horses came out of the reins and galloped out quickly, Shen Ao rode on the horse, feeling the scenery in front of him moving back inexhaustibly, the whirring wind ringing in his ears, his eyes could not resist and close a line, and the cloak behind him fluttered with the wind.

The infantry blocked the momentum of the Jurchen war horse with flesh and blood, and the captains on both wings led away part of the female Allah with the Xiao cavalry battalion. Now, what is exposed under the iron hooves of Hengshan is nothing more than the Jurchen cavalry in the battle formation, which has lost the impact of the war horse, and the so-called iron cavalry is just a joke.

Twenty thousand iron horsemen roared in the wind, stopping their waists and rushing into the back of the Jurchens......

A sharp knife quickly cut a hole in the back of the Jurchen Iron Horseman's abdomen, and the blood was sprinkled under the horse's hooves, and the war knife was raised high and slashed down, the blood rain melted, and the wails were bursting.

Wanyan Tutu was already stunned, he didn't know that in the rear of the Xia army, there were always cavalry eyeing him, but he was not afraid, the infantry formation was the easiest to break down, in his opinion, it didn't even take a stick of incense to make this group of ants scatter and gallop; Taking advantage of this opportunity, he can crush the Xia cavalry in the rear team with one blow.

It's a pity that he made a mistake, this infantry phalanx is far more difficult to gnaw than he imagined, these guys did not disintegrate when the iron cavalry swept in, and they did not disintegrate when they first came into contact, and even ...... When the car formation was full of holes, there was still a group of people, a group of guys with iron-shelled hats, black-striped leather armor, and red scarves tied around their necks, who were desperate to plug those gaps.

One...... Two...... Ten...... One Hundred ......

After Yan Tutu was already desperate, all the people, these infantry who were so good in his eyes, actually rushed to be the first, and covered wave after wave of iron horse impact with spears, Chinese New Year's Eve knives, and teeth with flesh and blood.

One wrong step, every wrong step.

At this time, the Hengshan Iron Cavalry began to attack, and after seeing the power of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry, the Hengshan Iron Cavalry finally showed its fangs, without any mud and water, and the dense cavalry team followed Shen Ao and rushed over, and reined in the horse to kill frequently. (Starter)

"Sne......er" A Xixia long knife, cleanly and beautifully pierced the corpse of a Jurchen, the ownerless war horse, and left his master in panic and galloped away. At the handle of the Xixia long knife, there was a crystal clear hand, her stunning face was covered with frost, she was dissatisfied with the mouth of Shen Ao Nunu, who was covered in armor, and said coldly in the shouts of tens of millions of people: "Don't the scholars know that it is dangerous to rampage here?" ”

Shen Ao smiled embarrassedly, he wanted to rush over and cut off a Jurchen cavalryman from his horse, and stab someone in the back, who knew that this Jurchen cavalry was so powerful, he reacted very quickly, and quickly turned around and slashed back, he was so frightened that his face changed suddenly, fortunately, the ghost wisdom ring came at the right time, and he saved this life.

Being in this battlefield, even Shen Ao is inevitably enthusiastic, but his own pounds are too much, usually others practice, he is sleeping, others eat breakfast and continue to practice, he is still sleeping, others are sweating in the scorching sun on Chinese New Year's Eve, he is hiding in the shade of a tree and drinking tea comfortably, with his three-legged cat husband, it is a miracle that he can survive here.

Fortunately, by his side, dozens of cavalry captains followed closely, covering his sword for him at any time, that is, the ghost wisdom ring, in addition to rushing to kill, he couldn't help but look for him in the vast sea of people and protect his safety. Otherwise, a hundred Shen Ao would die too much to die again.

At this time, Shen Ao's heart was miserable and excited, a dignified seven-foot man actually asked a woman to save him, it was simply unreasonable. Smiling at the ghost Zhihuan, he quickly beat the horse, and saw a Jurchen, whose war horse was gone, and a man fell to the ground in panic, holding a spear and trying to resist stubbornly.

Shen Ao gritted his teeth: "Son, that's it, who called it a soft persimmon!" ”

Riding his horse straight over, the Jurchen reacted and the horse's head was only a foot away from him.

Boom...... The Jurchens were knocked into the air, blood spilled from their mouths, and they finally picked up the spear, and wanted to stand up, but at this time, Shen Ao rushed over again, waved Shang Fang's sword and slashed down.

"Uh......" The Jurchens were incredulous, staring at Shen Ao and lying on their backs.

"Dog tools, reincarnation in the next life is a kind of don't make soft persimmons!" Shen Ao cursed on Chinese New Year's Eve, looked around, and found that the battle had entered the end.

The Jurchen Iron Cavalry, which had fallen into a stalemate, was not vulnerable at all, if their combat strength was enough to split mountains and rivers before, but compared to the impact of the Hengshan Iron Cavalry, they no longer had any strength to parry.

Groups of Jurchens were copied by their friends, and the recalcitrant Jurchens were quickly eliminated, and the rest chose to flee. It's just that at this time, how can it be so easy to escape? The Xiao Cavalry Battalion and the Hengshan Iron Cavalry pursued them all the way, gathering them together like ducks, and then covering their way forward, rushing and killing for a while, completely disintegrating their lost will.

Shen Ao turned over from the horse, only to find that there was no place to put his feet under the horse, there were corpses everywhere, there was mud with blood everywhere, and it was very uncomfortable to step on his boots.

But Shen Ao felt that he was too tired, a kind of exhaustion from body to mind, and at this time, countless people cheered: "Long live!" ”

Victorious...... The victory was a little difficult, but in retrospect, I felt that it was too easy, only those who were in the scene knew that this victory was too dangerous, as long as the step formation was slightly broken, as long as the Jurchens added a little more strength, maybe the current victor has become the soul of the Jurchen Iron Horse.

Shen Ao sighed, holding the mane of the war horse, and at this time, the cavalry all over the field began to dismount, collect the prisoners, and look for the corpses of their companions.

Ghost Zhihuan and Li Qing and others all gathered around, looking at Shen Ao, there was no smile on the face of the Chinese New Year's Eve family, even if it was a smile, it was a little bitter, every battle was life and death, this feeling was panicked.

Shen Ao put away Shang Fang's sword, pursed his lips, and gradually got used to the smell of blood in the air, he said lightly: "Go with this king." ”

Everyone silently followed behind him, strolling in this mountain of corpses and rivers of blood, if it was someone else, I was afraid that I would already be so disgusted that I would vomit. But only those who have experienced it, those who have seen fresh life turn into dry bones, will become numb to this place.

Shen Ao saw the corpse of a lieutenant on the ground, the captain's iron-shelled hat had flown away, but the Confucian knife was still tightly clutched in his hand, and there was a Confucian badge on his chest, he opened his eyes, as if he was a little unwilling, and with a sneer before he died, this smile had frozen, and it would never be alive again. Shen Ao knelt down on one knee beside the captain, Li Qing was about to take the Confucian seal on the captain's chest, but Shen Ao shook his head and said, "There's no need, keep it, bury it with him." ”

Shen Ao stood up, realizing that his heart had become stronger, and he defended himself that people would always die.

Not far away, a strange scene was born.

A Jurchen man lay on the ground, the corners of his mouth overflowing with blood and moaning endlessly, his eyes were gray, looking at the heavens, greedily looking at everything else.

Next to the Jurchens, there were seven people, led by a school captain, who sat on the corpse of a war horse, supported his chin with two hands, and looked at the seriously injured Jurchen with clear eyes. As for the others, they must all be the subordinates of this captain, and seven of the ten people in a team have been raised, but their faces are no longer angry, but they are all a little impatient.

The faces of these guys really have nothing to do with the luck and excitement after the bloody battle.

The Jurchen's body began to twitch, but the lieutenant was still sitting, looking at him motionlessly, his eyes were very clear and innocent, and he was somewhat similar to Shen Ao.

Shen Ao coughed and walked over.

The captain immediately stood up and said in a loud voice: "I have seen Your Highness in a humble manner. ”

Seven or eight soldiers also cheered up: "I've seen Your Highness." ”

Shen Ao waved his hand, and when he saw the Jurchens twitching on the ground, he couldn't help but say, "What are you doing sitting here?" Is it good-looking? ”

The lieutenant straightened his chest and said: "Your Highness, the humble just took a fancy to the wrench in his hand, if this wrench is used to shoot a bow and arrows, it will save you from cutting your own hand." ”

Shen Ao looked at the Jurchen, and sure enough, he saw that the Jurchen was wearing an iron wrench on his hand, his face softened, and he thought to himself, just a wrench, there is nothing that cannot be Chinese New Year's Eve, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's the name?" ”

"The humble is called Chen Shi."

Shen Ao bowed his head, and Nunu said: "Since you want his wrench, take it off, a group of people surround people, do you want him to be embarrassed before he dies?" ”

Chen Shi said very honestly: "Your Highness, you can't refrain from doing this. The saint once did not ask whether he was a thief, and although I was an enemy with him, he could not speak now, and I took away his wrench, not a gentleman. ”

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, Shen Ao thought to himself, this guy is a little pedantic, but he is still a real person. It is not necessarily true that what comes out of the book, this realm, this personality...... Gee...... Sure enough, it is worthy of being trained by me Shen Ao.

looked at Chen Shi with great appreciation: "Since this is the case, then don't want this wrench, if you lose the wrench, go to the arsenal to get another one." ”

Chen Shi shook his head stubbornly and said: "But he is going to die, the humble is waiting for him to be angry, he is out of breath, and the wrench is an ownerless thing, so the humble just waits a little longer." ”

“……”

Shen Ao looked at this guy speechlessly, God knows if this guy is honest or cruel, he couldn't bear to look at the Jurchens moaning on the ground, and said, "If he can't die for a while, he will keep waiting?" He walked over, stomped on the Jurchen's mouth and nose with his military boots, and twisted it a few times, and the Jurchen's body began to twitch violently, and then his legs stretched out and he lost his breath.

Shen Ao withdrew his legs, as if he had done a superhuman monk, felt that he was very Chinese New Year's Eve, and continued: "Go and get the wrench, and then touch him if there is any silver or something, remember to hand over the gong." ”

Let's leave with a dry and speechless person.

When he was far away, Shen Ao whispered to Ghost Zhihuan: "That one is called Chen Shi, I don't know him, and I really have nothing to do with him." ”..