It's messed up again.

As before, the attack of the brute warriors was cut in two, and there was no way to exert the effect of continuous waves to drain the shore, and naturally it was impossible to destroy the defense line of the guards with continuous pressure, and then it turned into a disadvantageous stalemate.

The fiercest fighting was still the area between the guards and the brute war. The difference is that the guards have a formed echelon, the front row is frustrated, the rear row is replenished, and the rear row is exhausted, and there is the next wave; and there are also healthy servants who rush to catch up the wounded at the risk of death, which can be described as both offensive and defensive. On the contrary, the brute war side is a little weird, there are vacancies in many places, and a few places are actually empty, so that the guards can take a detour to the side and flank the opponent with the comrades who block the opponent.

For example, Scarface, at this time, the front has been opened, and seeing that the brute warriors in the back row have not yet rushed over, he simply led people to swing their knives and attack on the side, forming a small encirclement.

This is not a strangulation, but a typical division after a breakthrough, building a situation in which some parts are attacked with more and less, or even besieged from all sides. No qualified general would miss such an opportunity, and so would Scarface, retracting his gaze from Jusan Lang and pressing the shock and joy back to his heart, Scarface dragged his tired body and swung his sword to attack again.

"Kill!"

As a result, the situation is tilting more and more in favor of the defenders, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

Oddly or plausibly, the brute war losses were so heavy that the snow pirates showed no sign of adjusting their tactics. After all the warriors rushed out, the two teams of Sky Wolf and Horned Worm began to set off separately, one left and one right to copy and attack, preparing to launch the next round of impact.

Further back, five hundred wild wolves slowly stepped forward, their blood-red cloaks fluttering high, just like the eyes of blood wolves at this time. The black-robed man rose into the air at some point. After his eyes swept over Thirteen Lang's body, he looked at the black robe on the slope, and the two of them raised it to the sky in great tacit understanding.

The battle of the monks is in heaven. This is a universally accepted norm for the entire continent. They disdain to associate themselves with ordinary people, of course. It is also to avoid accidental injury. Any spell that hits the battlefield will cause great damage to the warrior, so no matter how the battle is fought below, the monk will usually not interfere.

As for Zuihou, it is important who will win, but it is not important.

Monk Jiedan is not a master in the cultivation realm, but in the eyes of mortals, they are out-and-out immortals, and they must always maintain some dignity. Suppose the snow thieves win the battle. But if the monks can't defeat their opponents, it's basically in vain. The strange thing is that if things are reversed, and the guards defeat all the snow thieves, but their own monks are defeated, the Lin family may still be able to survive.

Things are so wonderful, the snow thieves don't care about the royal status of the Lin family at all, and the monks with higher status have a lot of concerns; The order of the cultivation realm has been decided, and slapping the royal family means slapping the other party's face, except for those rootless casual cultivators, few people really can afford it.

The hypocrisy of humanity is on full display in this matter. The royal family can be killed by thieves, just as the son of a prime minister can be accidentally killed by a thief, albeit severely. But it was not unbearable, but he must not be slapped by the general's son, even if it was a son who was not very angry or liked by the prime minister.

This is dignity, and it is the face that the higher the status, the more attention is paid to it. Otherwise. Any shili in the city can wipe out the Lin family by sending a few people out. What these guards can face.

Because of this, the Lin family's personal guards have the courage to fight to the death against the enemy, as long as they can defeat the snow thieves, even if their own monks are defeated by their opponents, there is still a glimmer of life.

The Lin family doesn't want to die, and neither do the guards, if they want to live, they must defeat the opponent and defeat all the three thousand thieves.

The attack is fierce, the defense is fierce, and both sides have already killed red eyes, and there is no reason at all. The brutal battle lost its leader, the formation was chaotic, but their men were not dead, and the battle was not over until one man was able to wield a sword.

"Dog mongrel, surround them and kill them all!"

Scarface was about to go crazy, seeing that his subordinates were decreasing one by one, and seeing that the two groups below would start charging again, although his side had the advantage, he still couldn't get rid of the entanglement. Anxious and distressed, Scarface Commander lost the calm that a commander should have, and brazenly issued a decision that he regretted for the rest of his life.

He forgot his duty, and he also forgot that the Fang Xiangshang he had guarded before and the enemy was charging, and after some slashing, the Scarface Commander suddenly heard a few exclamations from the hillside, and his heart was shocked and woke up, and he was dumbfounded.

Dumbfounded and panicked, his body knocked away by a brute, Scarface Commander spurting blood, his body still in the air and struggling to turn his head, looking at the side he was supposed to be protecting.

He saw the last thing he wanted to see, like falling into an ice cave.

More than a dozen brute warriors brandished their swords, rushed straight up the hillside, rushed through the trenches, and fought their way through a group of sturdy servants, and after paying the price of three dead and two broken arms, they rushed straight to the group of flowers, and also rushed to the small figure.

"Help, help!" filled his heart with horror and despair, Scarface's mournful howl echoed in the air, desolate and helpless

The commander was so frightened that he was crying, and the little master was crying.

Not only was he crying, but everyone around him was crying except for the two remaining guards. The fighting was so fierce that no one could be idle, and the wounded who had been pulled back by the servants risking their lives were all mutilated and were gritting their teeth for treatment.

What is treatment?

It's funny to say, in the cultivation realm with strong individual strength, there is no such thing as surgery. Naturally, the so-called treatment is to clean, bandage and suture the wound, and it is great to apply wound medicine that is conducive to the healing of muscles and bones.

Nothing else.

Fighting with barbarian warriors, the injuries suffered are completely different from other battles, and they often break their hands and feet, and some of them even tear apart half of their bodies, but because of the strong vitality of the body refiners, they can't die for a while. The servants were also true, but whenever they came across a child who was angry, they were all dragged back.

In this way, it is not only the guards who suffer, but also the pharmacists who are responsible for treating the wounds, as well as the men and women who rush to help.

There were more than two dozen fighters lying on the ground. There were only three pharmacists, and the strong servants all went to the front. The rest are mostly for the inner family, and for these women who have not experienced a few chicken killings, the scene in front of them is complete hell. No, scarier than hell.

There was blood in their eyes, their tentacles were broken bones and rotten flesh, and more than a dozen maids vomited and broke their livers and intestines in the dark, and their bodies trembled, and their hands and feet seemed to be tied with ropes, and they couldn't move.

"What are you doing, help!"

Madame's face was no better than a blank piece of paper, and she was the first to give a command, and beside her, Miss Lin had a stain on her lips. There was also a soft red, and he was staggering forward to help the pharmacist take care of the wounded.

"Hold on, press tighter!Why are you so stupid Miss?!"

The old pharmacist opened his mouth wide in astonishment, the movements in his hands froze in the air, and he wanted to kneel down in a hurry. The guard had a broken leg, a bowl-sized hole had been torn open in his stomach, and his indistinguishable internal organs were rolling out, shaking like cramps. At this time, I suddenly found the teary-eyed face in front of me. The guard's eyes instantly widened, and his soul flew out of the sky.

As a member of the royal family, Lord Lin has a high status in the hearts of the guards, but he is not as good as his two children. The little young master won't talk about it. I don't have a fight, I often mess with the soldiers, and although I don't like to kill, I like to listen to stories. Especially the kind of legend that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, in the eyes of the guards, the young master is not only the young master. There is another identity, the younger brother of everyone's collective. As for Miss. She is weak, but she is extremely kind, but occasionally shows a fierce spirit that does not let her eyebrows go, although she is not allowed to touch, her reputation is also excellent.

At this moment, Miss Lin was holding down the guard's leg to prevent it from shaking as instructed by the pharmacist, so that she could stuff those intestines and other things back into her stomach and sew them up.

But she could hold it, and her hands were like flowers with a sickly white hand, and at this time, the blood-stained guards felt that they were sinning, an unforgivable sin.

"Miss, don't, don't do this"

If it's easy to misunderstand, it really reflects how nervous and panicked the guards are. He tried to break the young lady's hand, but he didn't, he wanted to roll aside, but he couldn't, and he was in a hurry, and the shaking was even more violent.

"Don't move. Miss Lin's hand became a little steady, and her tearful eyes were full of stubbornness, just like her father and her mother.

The performance is different, if Lin Ruhai was not born in the royal family, with his stubborn and almost paranoid perverted character, he would not be able to become a warrior and fight the same field.

As if by magic, the guard became silent and motionless, and only the teeth that bit deeply into his lower lip could tell what he was enduring at this moment.

"Hurry up!" the young lady instructed the pharmacist, her whimpering voice particularly powerful.

The pharmacist came to his senses and hurriedly bowed his head to treat his injuries.

At this time, he was busy pressing the wounds of the young guard who often accompanied him to practice calligraphy, but those wounds were too many and too deep, as if they had been bitten by several hungry wolves in the chest.

The lower half of the body was even more miserable, one leg was folded backwards to the belly, and the white broken bones stabbed the sky obliquely, like a sharp gun.

The little young master couldn't figure out how such a wound came from, and he didn't realize what these wounds meant at all, so he was busy.

He was busy up and down, busy at both ends, pressing this side and not holding down the other, his head and face were covered with blood, and he still couldn't hold it. Helpless and helpless, the little young master raised his face to look around, wanting to find someone to help

Everyone around is busy.

"What should I do, what should I do!" the little master lowered his head again, trying his best to remind himself that he needed to calm down when there was a big event, but how could he calm down.

After rushing back and forth to no avail, the little young master finally left the teacher's instructions behind him and cried.

The cry was loud, the cry was terrible, the cry was heartbreaking, and everyone who heard it turned their faces and couldn't bear to see it.

"Young master, don't be busy, don't" The guard stretched out his hand, a smile appeared on his young face, and he was about to say something, but his gaze suddenly froze.

"Be careful!"

In the roar, the guards tore the little master's body down, turned over and pressed it.

The sword light flashed at this moment, accompanied by a hissing and several screams, and a terrifying roar

"Eang!"

(To be continued......)