In the drizzle, arrows suddenly burst through the air.

The western soldiers who walked out of a certain high-gate compound screamed and fell to the ground.

The package rolled to the ground, revealing a beautiful corner of silk, which was soon stained red with blood.

Some people shouted and wanted to rush back to the courtyard, but unfortunately there were people in the courtyard, everyone was jubilant, and they were carrying a few maids and women, and they suddenly collided together.

"Whoosh! Sou! "The arrows came again, causing great damage to the dense crowd.

The western soldiers were directly stunned by the shooting, and they lost the courage to resist.

When robbing and playing with women, who the fuck is still wearing armor! This battle can't be fought, let's run first.

The rustling of footsteps is getting closer.

"Raise your gun!"

"Thorn!"

The soldiers lined up in a neat array and mechanically handed out their spears as ordered.

At this moment, the results of the training are manifested. Even if the enemy is not armoured, the soldiers still subconsciously stab their faces, necks, thighs and other parts.

The movements are swift, powerful, and precise, causing terrifying kills in an instant.

Groups of enemy soldiers fell into confusion.

Someone wanted to resist, and beckoned the robes to form a battle group.

Someone tried to run away, threw away everything he could, turned and ran away.

Others tried to hide in houses on both sides of the street, hoping to escape with their lives.

"Poof!" The red wipe forehead danced lightly in the bleak wind and cold rain, and the powerful heavy sword slashed down obliquely from above, only to hear a "click", the neck of a junior colonel of the Western Army was split in half, and blood gushed out.

Shao Xun kicked away the limp corpse of the enemy and stepped forward.

Blood stained his armor red, and the smell of fish was disgusting.

But after the intense stimulation, he seemed to have awakened some genes, and infinite power surged all over his body, and-

Tyrannical killings.

"Click!" This time, the head rolled directly to the ground, and after a circle, it stopped in a muddy puddle, its eyes still filled with fear and despair.

Huang Biao took two quick steps, followed closely with the armor soldiers behind him, and surrounded Shao Xun.

Everywhere there was a "poof" sound, a note of death after the spear had stabbed into the flesh.

The enemy resisted stubbornly, and was soon pierced by the spears that were densely stabbed.

There were thieves trying to hide, and the people in the houses desperately resisted the gate to prevent people from entering.

"Ahh Screams rang out, and the Westerners, who had just been on their toes, were nailed to the door panel with spears.

There was no suspense, hundreds of soldiers were like bulldozers, steadily moving along the not wide street. Everywhere they passed, corpses were all over the ground, and blood pooled like streams.

"Husband fights, courage too! You are afraid, and the enemy is afraid. If you are ruthless, the enemy will run away. Shao Xun laughed, and did not forget to boost morale.

The enemy's spear stabbed at his iron armor with a piercing scraping sound, and he didn't even look at it, and the heavy sword slashed down, and half of the enemy's shoulder was removed in one piece.

"Ahh Earth-shattering screams resounded throughout the street, and blood splattered out like a fountain.

Shao Xun raised his heavy sword and continued to move forward.

His head and face were covered in blood, almost obscuring his eyes.

On the snowy sword body, blood was mottled and the smell of fish rose to the sky.

There was no trace of fear, the cells all over the body were cheering, and the long-lost feeling continued to recover.

He even felt a slight tremor in his body, which was excitement from the soul. It was as if what was in front of us was not a hell of flesh and blood, but a feast of gluttony.

I'm afraid it's not a little sick!

But it came just in time, and the combination of skill, courage, and ruthless murderous intent transformed him into a morbidly efficient killing machine.

He can anticipate the movements of his enemies to the point that they seem to be ridiculously automatically sent to his sword—killing with rhythm.

He always managed to hit the enemy in the most uncomfortable position, leaving him scrambling, and finally being slashed by the sword - this is killing with experience.

Covered in blood and roaring like thunder, he is like a demon who has come out of hell, and he can often take people's hearts and minds and kill the enemy first—this is killing people with courage.

He has too many tricks to kill, and in the face of different enemies, he can use the most reasonable method in an instant, with the most concise movements, the fastest speed, and the least physical strength to solve the enemy in front of him.

A skilled newcomer may be able to kill the enemy in front of him, but he will never be able to lift as lightly as he does, exert the least amount of physical exertion, and move without any drag.

Damn, killing people is artistic.

"Spare Life...... A childish enemy soldier staggered back with a sad face, and saw Shao Xun quicken his pace and poke his spear forward in despair.

The barrel of the gun was sandwiched under Shao Xun's armpit, and Huang Biao's eyes were quick and he stabbed out the spear.

"Poof!" The enemy soldier fell to the ground with tears in his eyes, clutching his abdomen.

Countless military boots stepped over him, and the military formation was unstoppable.

Huang Biao glanced at Uncle Shao Xun with his residual eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He was scared, but luckily he was one of his own......

Yang Bao watched from a distance behind, only to feel a chill on the tail vertebrae.

What a conspiracy, it's a joke. No matter how clever you are, in the face of Shao Xun's brutal strength, it is too empty after all - yes, in Yang Bao's eyes, Shao Xun is the kind of cruel and tyrannical martial artist, who can do anything, dare to kill anyone, and make people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Perhaps, he and Zhang Fang are the same kind of people.

******

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, no one is using a bow anymore, and everything on the battlefield returns to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

More than 300 soldiers set out from Biyong, all the way to the north, passing through Guozixue, Yuhua Temple, Niushi, etc., and killed several miles.

The thieves are full of urine and hundreds of corpses, scattered and unsightly.

Shao Xun was already soaked, and blood flowed down the blade of the sword, ticking and ticking, splashing one blood flower after another.

Fierce shouts of killing also sounded in the west, which was Pyeongchangmen Street.

The number of troops stationed in that area should be a certain part of the Yamen Army, and the number is unknown. They started later than here, but they did it after all.

Listening to the sound of the battle, the combat effectiveness of the Yamen army is still good, and the sound of killing has been going north, in the direction of Pyeongchang Gate.

It's nice to have someone to echo it. At the same time, it also shows from the side that the defenders of Luoyang can still be twisted into a rope for the time being, and the order of Sima Yi, the governor of the capital, still works, at least partially.

Shao Xun looked back at the sergeants who followed him, and found that there were many new faces in the first row.

War will always kill people, even if it is a hearty victory, many people will still die.

Later, the banner is still there, listening to the dense footsteps, it seems that there are many more people, could it be that there are people in the south of the city who spontaneously follow?

"Is it easy to win a battle?" Shao Xun threw the heavy sword to Wang Qi'er, replaced it with a new one, and asked with a smile.

"With Uncle Du, why can't the enemy be broken?" Huang Biao avoided Shao Xun's eyes and responded loudly.

To be honest, he was a little scared of the look.

Fierce, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, with a faint blood-red color, it is not at all the same thing as the usual calm, gentle, and wise appearance.

According to what is written in the Ghost Story, isn't Du Bomo possessed by some old ghost?

"It's impressive that Uncle is so brave." Li Chong, who abandoned his bow and grabbed the sword, said with a slightly reverent gaze.

Once upon a time, although he was appointed as the team leader, he always kept a straight face and didn't look too happy. But after today's battle, looking at the heroic scene of Shao Xun taking the lead and cutting down the western soldiers all the way, there was suddenly a smile on his face.

Such a brave man is enough to be the master of the Su Guard Army and the Yamen Army. It is indeed easier to survive with such a person.

"In that case, what else is there to say!" Shao Xun laughed, pointed forward with his heavy sword, and said, "But follow me!" ”

"But let me go!" Huang Biao and Li Chong rushed forward with enthusiasm, turned their heads and yelled behind them.

"But let me go!" The sergeants shouted loudly, and their morale was so high that they answered one after another.

"But let me go!" The sound went backwards and traveled far away.

Husband war, courage also.

Their foundation is already good, and they are willing to serve as soldiers, and they have been trained by Shao Xun for more than a year, and their military discipline is solemn.

If there was still a little nervousness and suspicion before the battle, then after such a rush just now, the confidence has skyrocketed, and the morale has also reached a very high level.

In a war in which rookies peck at each other, in the absence of obvious differences in the level of equipment, whoever has higher morale will have a greater chance of winning.

So, under the cold rain in late autumn, hundreds of hot-blooded men lined up in a neat formation, and under the leadership of the officer, they marched along Kaiyangmen Street and the wall.

The rain can't wash away the blood on the knives and guns.

The hastily assembled enemy was scattered by them.

The rout, crying and fleeing north, collided with oncoming reinforcements and plunged into even greater confusion.

No one gave them time to adjust.

More than 300 people quickened their pace, rushed in columns, and marched noisily, killing the western soldiers who far outnumbered them.

Shao Xun laughed, carried a heavy sword dripping blood, and slashed at an enemy general who was turning his horse's head and trying to escape: "Give me all the pieces!" ”

"Poof!" The pillar of blood soared into the sky, but it was the heavy sword that slashed on the horse's body.

The horse neighed in pain and threw the enemy colonel off his horse.

Shao Xun didn't care about pulling out the heavy sword stuck in the horse's body, pulled out the step bow, put it directly on the neck of the enemy general who fell to the ground, and strangled it hard.

"Die!" His face was full of hideousness, and his muscular arms suddenly exerted force.

The enemy general's back was pressed against him, and he couldn't struggle, and after a few moments, his face was covered with bruises, and his tongue was sticking out.

Shao Xun drew his dagger again, and regardless of whether the enemy was dead or alive, he cut off his head little by little.

"Mighty Dubo!" When the sergeants saw this, they shouted one after another.

When it was, the horse was so bloody that Shao Xun's face was all over his face, and under the cold rain in late autumn, there was still a trace of heat.

In a pool of blood, he carried a bloody gadget and smiled, as if admiring his trophies.

The remnants of the enemy army saw it from afar, shouted loudly, and the terror dispersed.

I'm afraid this person is a little sick like Zhang Dudu.

"Chase!" Shao Xun threw the head aside, picked up a spear casually, and strode forward.