Dongzhang paced towards more than 100 cavalry soldiers, his eyes unprecedentedly serious.

Go faster and faster, go faster and faster.

Gradually, he started to run with all his strength, and the iron cavalry on the opposite side, under the command of the leader of the leader, had already begun to raise the bow and arrow in an orderly manner, pulling the arc, waiting for Dongzhang to enter the limited range and start to release the arrows.

In the case of one-to-many, Dongzhang will not distance himself from them, let alone a well-trained army, which is purely looking for death.

You can only get into the flock and engage them in hand-to-hand combat, leaving their ranged attacks nowhere.

At this time, Dongzhang was already like an arrow off the string, and the speed was rapidly closing the distance between each other.

"Put!"

Woooo

As soon as Dongzhang stepped into the attack range, with the order of the leader of the Mengbing army, the sky was densely covered with arrow rain, which suffocated people, and the huge pressure made people breathless.

Dongzhang, who was galloping, kicked the corpse of a Mongolian soldier on the side of the flying road on tiptoe, and when the arrow rain was about to arrive, he rushed forward and grabbed the corpse with one hand, bowed down to the ground and quickly rushed towards the Mongolian soldier.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh !!

A series of powerful sharp arrows were nailed all around Dongzhang's advance, and the corpse used as a cover in his hand was like a hedgehog at the moment, and there were even a few arrows with strong penetrating power that reached Dongzhang's arm through the tip of the corpse's arrows.

At the end of the first round of attacks, Dongzhang was able to increase his speed and instantly close a lot of distance, but at this moment the second round of arrow rain arrived.

Woooo

The rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun came as scheduled, and the corpse on Dongzhang's hand had been nailed to an inhuman appearance, and even Dongzhang's exposed thighs and arms were grazed by the sharp arrows that were shot, bringing out pieces of blood.

Even so, such a high-intensity battle did not make too many waves in Dongzhang's heart, his face became more and more calm, his eyes were terrifyingly indifferent, and he was only silently remembering the distance between each other.

After the second round of attacks, Dongzhang had already narrowed the distance between each other to the point where the bow and arrow were useless, and without hesitation, he threw away the corpse full of arrows in his hand, and Dongzhang held the sword handle behind his waist with his right hand, and his toes were full of twelve points of strength.

In the process of running with their backs bowed, they instantly increased their speed, and all the Mongolian soldiers also drew their scimitars one after another to hit their horses longitudinally.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

The two soldiers intersected, and Dongzhang slid and cut off the legs of the first war horse, neighing and neighing!

The war horse fell to the ground with a scream, Dongzhang quickly slashed and fell off the head of the horseback Mengbing, and then interspersed into the dense Mengbing pile, whether it was a war horse or a Mongolian soldier, as long as it was flesh and blood, it was taken away regardless of a sword.

It caused a lot of chaos, the people outside couldn't squeeze in, the people inside couldn't catch Dongzhang like a loach, and they wanted to draw a bow and shoot arrows in close quarters for fear of accidentally injuring their teammates.

I can only keep beating the horses around and constantly shouting and scolding, and the Dongzhang in the crowd is like a tiger entering the flock, never standing in place for more than two seconds, and immediately changing the ground after cutting people to see the stitches.

Let the many Mongolian soldiers have a little helplessness to do anything, looking at Dongzhang like a cunning loach, a sword in the east and a sword in the west, cutting down a lot of pro-soldiers.

The leader of the Mengbing army opened his eyes angrily, and shouted angrily: "The generals will listen to the order!" Dismount! ”

At this order, everyone cheered and cheered one after another.

Without the war horse as an obstacle shelter, the pressure on Dongzhang in the crowd instantly doubled.

The countless scimitars around him swung densely towards his body, and the inexplicable Dongzhang could only grab a Mongolian soldier around him and pull the blocking knife, and then retreated backwards and moved out of the encirclement, and the long sword in his hand quickly appeared one after another afterimage where he passed.

No one can survive Dongzhang's sword, as long as he is close to him, it is not clear how he died, it is really too fast to get out of the sword, and before he can react, he has been swept through the throat by Dongzhang's sword, and he is speechless.

Looking at the teammates who fell one by one, the Meng soldiers around them also played bloody, and one by one their eyes were red and they were desperate to slash at Dongzhang with knives, the so-called two fists are hard to defeat four hands.

What's more, Dongzhang is facing hundreds of elite soldiers at this time, and injuries are inevitable, his body, hands, and legs are covered with knife wounds and sword wounds, his clothes are also cut to tatters, his hair has long been messy, and half of his face is covered with hot blood, I don't know if it is his own or the enemy's, so that Dongzhang's eyes are red.

Even though his eyes were uncomfortably swollen, Dongzhang didn't dare to blink at all, at this moment he had reached the point of life and death, and there was no room for a trace of relaxation, the sword light splashed everywhere, and the long sword filled with true qi was also covered with many gaps.

The trapped Meng soldiers around were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Dongzhang in the encirclement had lost his initial demeanor, with a violently undulating chest cavity and a violent panting breathing sound, revealing that the load on Dongzhang's body had also reached its peak.

At this moment, Dongzhang strangled a frightened Meng soldier in front of him, holding his neck with his left hand, and pointing the long sword in his right hand at the people around him, his face covered with bright red blood was like a Shura returning from hell.

The corpses of the Meng soldiers were piled up all around his feet, and after a moment of respite, Dongzhang stared at the Meng soldiers who were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward and said softly:

"Come on, let's continue."

After speaking, the long sword full of gaps in the despair of Meng Bing in front of him slashed his throat, the long sword slashed through his skin, and the piercing sound of grinding teeth made people can't help but get goosebumps.

Throwing away the Meng soldiers who were covering their necks and kicking their legs, Dongzhang picked up his sword and continued to walk towards the surrounding crowd.

Another sound of swords clashing, shouting for killing, begging for mercy, and scolding, played a unique symphony in this plain.

The summer wind blows, and the geese pass silently.

At this moment, on the plain, a few war horses screamed in front of their dead master, and they looked away, the severed limbs and wreckage everywhere, and the scarlet blood stained the brown land, looking like a Shura field from a distance.

A violently panting body stood in the sea of corpses and blood for a long time without moving, except for this figure, the ground was full of dead and wounded soldiers.

Because of the serious loss of strength, the right hand holding the long sword was still shaking violently, and Dongzhang's panting long sword plunged straight into the ground, raising his hand to tie the messy hair back to the back of his head.

Then he drew his sword and walked towards the entrance of the woods.

The tall Mengbing, who had been spared by Dongzhang's life, looked at the blood-stained young man who was pacing with his sword in horror, and muttered to himself in panic:

"Devil, devil, you're a devil!"

Coming to the tall Meng Bing, Dongzhang's still trembling sword holding his right hand pointed at the frightened Meng Bing and said with a smile:

"You see, I won."

"Devil, you are not human, you are the devil, you are the devil!"

Ignoring the Meng soldiers, who were already a little mentally disturbed, Dongzhang bent down to pick up the silver ticket on the ground, and exhaled softly:

"I'm so tired."

"You can die now."

In the frightened gaze of the tall Mengbing, Dongzhang's long sword pierced his throat.

In his desperate eyes, he walked into the woods alone...