In the face of the old man's shouting, Lieutenant Zhiguo frowned, turned back, and shouted at the remaining dozens of soldiers: "Formation! Prepare to rush and kill! Those who disobey military orders will be killed!"

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Although the white-haired old man on the opposite side was domineering, he still had the strength to fight, and if he disobeyed the military order, he would definitely lose his life. After some consideration, all the soldiers still picked up the Beilin knife that was thrown on the ground, cheered up, and lined up in formation to prepare for the attack.

Lieutenant Zhiguo stepped forward.

He didn't rush at Echan, but got up and flew his legs, kicking at the courtyard walls of the streets on both sides.

The adobe courtyard wall collapsed, revealing the terrified faces of the villagers.

Deputy Lieutenant Zhiguo ignored these villagers with sallow faces, and pointed his spear forward: "Crane Wing Formation, rush and kill!"

After the field was open, more than a dozen people could be lined up in parallel, and after hearing the commander's order, the soldiers gritted their teeth and swarmed up again!

The old man of E faced the knife charge of these dozens of people, tilted his head and said with a smile: "You are ruthless enough! I'm afraid that you can't beat Lao Tzu, let these miscellaneous pieces consume Lao Tzu's internal strength, and when they die, they can be replaced by your henchmen, so that the Blood Wing Camp will be your hall." Anyway, even if you can't kill me in the end, you can run, these guys will die here in vain, borrow Lao Tzu's hand to clean his subordinates, you will wipe it all out, and profit from it, what a ruthless means!"

Although Echan is not as delicate as Du Jiujiang, he knows everything about the dirty things in the army, and he knows from the lieutenant's cruelty to his subordinates that this product is definitely not a qualified general who treats soldiers like brothers. He didn't want to be someone else's gun, and his words explained the subtleties.

The soldiers heard the words of the old man on the other side clearly, hurriedly retracted their pace, and looked towards Lieutenant Zhiguo, with an angry look on their faces.

The goatee lieutenant's heart sank.

Most of these soldiers were recruited by the captain of the Bloodwing Battalion, and they were all mixed guys waiting for death, he had long looked down on this group of people, and was ready to go back to the position of captain, recruit a new group of tiger and wolf soldiers, and build his own team.

Unexpectedly, my mind was really said by this old guy.

What Deputy Lieutenant Zhiguo thought in his heart was broken by a word, his face was gloomy, and he reprimanded: "This lieutenant acts according to orders, don't listen to the old man's nonsense! It is your duty to go into battle and kill the enemy, and if you think nonsense, military law will be merciless!"

A bold soldier shouted: "Deputy Lieutenant Han, I think what this old man said is reasonable, I don't want to throw my life away in this broken well village, Lao Tzu is gone, I want to beat you yourself." ”

With that, the soldier turned around and walked out of the village.

Before he could take two steps, his throat was pierced by a spear, and his big mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't make the slightest sound, just blood kept gushing out.

The spear was drawn, and the limp body fell into the snow.

After wiping the blood on his body, the lieutenant Zhiguo's spear wiped the blood on him, and said in a cold voice: "Those who don't listen to military orders will end up the same as him!"

The rest of the people were indignant when they saw the tragic death of this robe, but no one dared to disobey the lieutenant's order anymore, so they could only rush forward again with a knife and kill.

Ezen smiled, this young person has less strength to kill, anyway, it doesn't take much effort to move his mouth, or the old man is right, killing one person is for the blade of the hand, and killing ten thousand people is for the mouth.

Ten steps away.

The old man stepped out with one foot, leaned his shoulders slightly with the knife, and the Beilin knife stretched out behind him, and then slashed round, drew a fierce arc, and slashed out towards the soldiers in front of him!

The blade is as powerful as a rainbow!

The leather armor of the people in front of them was shattered, and without a trace of wail, their bodies separated from it, and their bright red intestines spread all over the ground, still squirming slowly.

In the face of the attack on the left, Ezen took a step in parallel, landed on one knee, changed the blade to plunder, and then cut three more people!

The soldier's sword finally struck, and all five swords struck at his shoulder.

Ezen qi machine surging, with a knife frame knife, a leap into the air, more than ten zhang high, when exhausted, head down, feet up, right hand swing out, pave a curtain of knives, roll into the crowd.

In an instant, the stumps and severed arms flew up one after another, and the wails continued to resound throughout the village, and the blood splashed like a red spring.

Kill ten more people!

Seeing that his soldiers were slaughtered miserably, the silver spear that had been gathering momentum for a long time finally couldn't bear it, and it was poisonous like a snake and killed it towards the lower abdomen of Echan!

"Hahaha, good time!"

The old man who had been on guard laughed loudly, knocked the middle finger of his left hand in the palm of his hand, and flicked it towards the body of the silver spear.

The silver spear was hit by seven inches, and the body of the spear was violently bent and almost broken, and the castration was more ferocious than the incoming, bringing it into the crowd and killing two more soldiers of the Bloodfin Battalion.

The lieutenant was stunned, forcibly suppressed the churning internal force, no longer sneak attacked, grabbed the gun with both hands, changed the point to a tart, and smashed it at the head of the person opposite!

The body of the gun is like a big python, and the silver light is shining!

The old man sneered disdainfully, his qi sank, his legs and feet were nailed to the ground, he held the handle of the knife in one hand and the blade of the knife in the other, and when he was ready to meet with the silver spear, he shouted loudly: "Catch the mountain!"

The breath overflowed.

With the position of Ezen, after the internal force visible to the naked eye came into contact, it scattered and exploded, and the blades in the hands of the two directly turned into fragments.

Blood spurted from the mouth of the lieutenant and flew backwards.

The old man's silver hair is flying, and his body is as immobile as a mountain!

The technical work of falling into the well is really good for him, a veteran soldier, and before the lieutenant landed, Ezen chased after him again, curled up in his arms and slammed his shoulders into the chest of the man who was falling!

I hit Tarzan!

Poor lieutenant Zhiguo's weak body had not yet touched the ground, like a kite with a broken string, and flew out again, until it was more than ten feet out, and then stumbled and fell on the snow like a rag bag.

Ezen picked up a Beilin knife and threw himself fiercely towards the crowd again!

Dachun Tongling's eyes widened, and he didn't feel any discomfort at this bloody scene, but his heart was ready to move, and the kitchen knife in his hand was a little uncontrollable, just wanting to go up and follow the master to slash and kill. He memorized all the movements of the old man in his heart, and the mystery of the sword technique of opening the mountain also spied the tip of the iceberg, which was of great benefit to his future practice.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the remaining small fish and shrimp have been cleaned up, and in addition to blood or blood, the strong smell goes straight to people's noses, and the timid people will be scared to faint directly when they see this scene.

Echan put the knife on his shoulder, came to the dying lieutenant Zhiguo, and shook his head. sighed: "The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and it is a domineering road, and your light will sneak attack the Yin people, which is obviously the opposite." I advise you to go down there and bury your master, isn't this a misguided child!"

Lieutenant Zhiguo's face was pale, and blood was still oozing from his mouth, facing the cynicism of the old man, he smiled desolate and muttered: "The little mountain opening knife technique has long been mentioned by others, Han has always scoffed at it, and he didn't take it very seriously, but he didn't expect to see the old man's real big mountain sword technique in this remote village, which is really powerful, and Han was convinced." In this knife method, it is not in vain. ”

Ezen wiped the blood stains that splashed on his neck, pouted and said, "What the hell is the big and small mountain, what kind of doorway is there here?"

Deputy Lieutenant Zhiguo nodded, and said weakly: "Now there are also people in the army who practice the sword technique of opening mountains, and there are quite a few of them, it seems that it is to pay tribute to which predecessor in the army." ”

The guy who had been knocked out for a long time seemed to suddenly wake up, pointed to the person in front of him and trembled and said, "It's difficult... Dao, you are the one... The Great General!"

Ezen grinned and showed a mouth full of white teeth: "Guess." ”

The old man, who didn't want to talk nonsense, picked up the Beilin knife and said fiercely: "Forget it, it's time to send you on your way." ”

Lieutenant Zhiguo was like crazy, and kept repeating: "You can't kill me, I'm Beilin Guotang Eighth Rank Zhiguo Lieutenant, I can be a colonel when I go back, I want those who look down on me to die under my gun, you can't kill me!"

The old man looked at this stunned guy, leaned down and smiled: "Cut, Lieutenant Eight-Rank Zhiguo, it's big? I might as well tell you that the people who poured night pots for Lao Tzu before were all his mother's four-rank Xuanwei generals!"

Before he finished speaking, his hand raised his knife, and a head with a goatee rolled in the snow.

Eyes wide.