After killing for an hour in the Sheep Gut Pass, Han Feng only felt that his hands were wooden. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fence in the north of the sheep intestine has already been demolished, and the wolf riders of the Rong people have all poured in, and the bright blades are shining in the sun, coupled with the strange "woo" cry of the Rong people, and the fierce and brutal wolf horses, the prodigal soldiers are suspicious of being in a nightmare, and they don't know when they will wake up.

When they arrived at the Sheep Intestine Pass, the entire pass was full of flesh and corpses, and there was almost no place for people to stay. Now that these more than 30,000 people came, the 10,000 people of the White Army who had advanced to the pass immediately exchanged hands with the Rongqi people, and from time to time the screams of people dying sounded, which made the soldiers behind tremble.

However, there was no way for them to escape. Looking back, behind him were Pingsha soldiers with iron guns and spears in their hands. A few small soldiers of the town army turned around and ran backwards at the beginning, but as soon as they ran to the Pingsha soldiers, they were drunk by Xing Hou and strung into a human gourd. Then, the heads of the two were taken off again and nailed to the yellow sand flag. The blood was dripping, and he clearly told the people in front of him not to think about being deserters.

The smarter prodigal soldiers only woke up at this time: Xing Hou let them go to the battlefield, this is to use them as meat shields!

After entering the pass, I saw that there were corpses all over the ground, and there were also guards of the sheep intestine pass. There are still some yellow-green fragments on the ground, with flesh and blood attached to them, and even half-mutilated human hands that have been blown up, which should be the "fire thunder" in Huang Jidu's mouth before. He said that there were pros and cons to this fire and thunder, and he thought that was for it.

At this time, Guanzhong had already been scuffled, and everyone was red-eyed, only knowing how to wave the weapons in their hands at all the living creatures around them. The prodigal soldiers were frightened at first, but when they were cornered, everyone joined in the killings. Han Feng had already killed people before this, and for him, although there was discomfort in his heart, it was easier to overcome than others. It's just that when he kills red-eyed, even he himself is afraid of the knife without distinguishing between the enemy and me, but fortunately, the hair of the Rong people is very different from that of the Dai Guoren, and it can be recognized clearly at a glance.

The Rong people didn't expect that there would suddenly be such a group of sturdy men in the sheep intestine pass, although the weapons in the hands of these people were no different from garbage, but their bodies were all strong. There are even people who are able to fight with the wolf riders and not fall behind.

The Pu knife in Han Feng's hand had already been cut and curled, but when he was killed, he used the Pu knife as a whole iron bar and smashed it towards the enemy's head. At this point, there are no moves on the battlefield for a long time, some are just desperate!

The strong physique that the prodigal soldiers had cultivated for more than half a year finally saw the effect at this time. In their hands, the blades that had long been broken copper and scrap metal were no less than the long sabers of the Rong people. People are forced to have blood, especially after they start to fight hard, the lethality of the outbreak for a while is also extremely terrifying, not to mention, the Rong people are only 3,000 people, even if the wolf rider can fight five with one, but in terms of numbers, it is still not comparable to the prodigal son of 30,000 people.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, but one of the Rong people with a double hammer and a tattooed man shouted wildly, and the remnants of the soldiers also followed him on their mounts and withdrew from the sheep intestine pass. These Rongjin people came and went as fast as they could, as if in the blink of an eye, they had already run to the edge of the sky, leaving only a faint smell of fishy smell in the city—the stench of the wolf riders.

"Huh-" Pulling the Pu knife out of the chest of the Rong Qian people under his feet, Han Feng looked at the distant enemy, only to feel that he was out of strength, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground all of a sudden. It hurts hotly in my hands. The puddles of blood on the ground reflected his face, and his handsome and peerless appearance was now as terrifying as a demon rushing out of hell, and even he almost didn't recognize himself. But looking at it, there are 30,000 men who are away from the capital, all of them.

He wanted to let go of the Pu knife, and then the palm of his hand was spread, and the Pu knife was still firmly glued to his hand, and it didn't shake.

It hurts. Han Feng frowned, only then did he see that the tiger's mouth in his hands had already cracked several times, blood and sweat were mixed together, and in addition to the cold winter, he had already frozen with the wooden handle. Someone next to him saw him and helped him tear off the knife, and when he picked it up, he almost tore off a layer of skin on his hand.

Han Feng snorted a cold breath, and before he could see who the person around him was, he saw that the person neatly ripped off a strip of cloth from his body and wounded him: "Brother Feng, you are really careless." The handle of this Pu knife is full of barbs, and the weather is cold, why don't you know to wrap it in a cloth first!"

"Xiao Ling?" Only then did Han Feng see that the person around him turned out to be Zhuo Xiaoling. After the White Army, the Chen Army, the Ying Army, the Sui Army, and the Zhen Army entered the customs, a group of melees, and they couldn't care about any formations for a long time, and even their so-called "officers" were all fighting on their own, and they didn't think about organizing the people around them, so the five armies were mixed together, and I didn't know when Zhuo Xiaoling, who was in the town army, would kill his side.

Although there was a lot of estrangement between Zhuo Xiaoling and Zhuo Xiaoling because of Liu Quan's matter, after this big battle, Zhuo Xiaoling was unharmed, and Han Feng was still happy for him. He patted Zhuo Xiaoling on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiaoling, you're fine!

"yes. Zhuo Xiaoling also smiled, and suddenly hugged Han Feng, "Brother Feng, it's okay if you're okay!" Just now I saw four or five wolf riders surrounding you together, I didn't have time to save you, I was relieved to see you sweep with the Pu knife and open them all!"

Zhuo Xiaoling was so enthusiastic about him, Han Feng thought about the previous incident of Liu Quan, but felt uncomfortable, hurriedly took a step back, pushed Zhuo Xiaoling away, and then laughed a little embarrassedly: "Haha, what is that." Xiao Ling, although my skills are not as flexible as yours, they are not practiced in vain these days!"

"Hmm!" Zhuo Xiaoling smiled, her two slitted eyes almost invisible to the eye.

Everyone tidied up the battlefield and made up for the enemy who was not yet dead, and the sheep intestines were full of groans and screams, but what Han Feng didn't expect was that the first battle had just ended, and then the second battle was ushered in. Unlike the first battle, this second battle was a battle between the prodigal soldiers themselves.

After a bloody battle, everyone saw the cruelty of war, and many people realized the importance of weapons. The corpses of the thousands of Rongjin people that remained were surrounded by knives and sabers. Because of the rustiness of iron-making skills, the steel edges of those knives were not as good as the weapons of the soldiers of Pingsha City, but they were still much easier to use than the broken weapons in the hands of the prodigal soldiers. At first, it was just three or four people fighting for a knife, but it soon became more than a dozen people fighting for knives, and then later, there were people fighting for loot everywhere in the whole sheep intestine pass.

Seeing this, Huang Jidu hurriedly shouted, asking everyone to hand over the weapons they had found, and then distribute them uniformly. But the prodigal soldiers are better than one another, more than a thousand knives, more than 30,000 points, rather than fighting this luck, it is better to take it in their own hands to be steadfast. As soon as a person grabs something, especially something related to his own life, how can he put others in his eyes. Thanks to this moment, the Rong people have already fled more than ten miles away, otherwise they will see that the sheep intestine pass is in chaos, and if they want to kill back, these prodigal soldiers will be wiped out.

The noisy looting scene was staged for nearly half an hour, and if it weren't for Xing Hou sending more than 10,000 Pingsha soldiers to "maintain order", I don't know when this farce would have died down. After the war, the casualties were counted, and the prodigal soldiers suffered more than 5,000 casualties, while the Rongqi people only left more than 1,000 corpses.

That night, the army packed up the sheep intestine pass, and reluctantly repaired the fence with mountain stones, and rested in the pass. In order to prevent these prodigal soldiers from escaping, the Pingsha soldiers firmly blocked the main road down the mountain, and to the north was the Hongyuan of the Rongqi people, and there were enemies everywhere, so the prodigal soldiers rested steadily, and threw all the thoughts of slipping away into the clouds.

But Han Feng couldn't sleep. Using Izuku as an excuse, he found a secluded place, and by the moonlight, he secretly looked at the contents of the paper hidden in his father's tablet.

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