In order to protect Luobei, Yang Zaixing used his body to block crossbow arrows like flying locusts, and died of several arrows in his body.

He stood tall with a spear in his hand, looking south and dying without closing his eyes, a scene that could be described as heroic.

Not long ago, he was still half-jokingly saying to Luo Bei about "repaying with his life", but he didn't expect that a prophecy would become a reality so soon.

There were cries around them, and many people fell in pools of blood, and the damage to lives caused by such indiscriminate attacks was far more tragic than the fighting on the battlefield.

Because too many people have no power to fight back, they can only be slaughtered.

Luo Bei shook Yang Zaixing's body vigorously and called out his name, but did not answer.

Yang Zaixing's body gradually became cold and stiff.

"Brother Yang, you died like this, didn't I say that you should invite me to drink? Why do you still want to protect me, a person who has not done much at all, with your own life?"

At this time, there was a sound of laughter from the Jin army array.

I also saw Yang Zaixing being shot like a sieve with his own eyes, not moving for a long time, obviously, he was dead.

He stretched out his hand to wrap the piece of gauze that had wrapped his ear, and the blood soon flowed out again, but his heart was full of happiness at the moment, and he stabbed the enemy with his hand, and he finally avenged the humiliation of this ear.

Luo Bei stood up, just in time to see Hu Buye, there were countless golden soldiers between them, but Luo Bei still saw him through the crowd.

The feather arrow that pierced his left shoulder was still there, and at this moment a sharp pain spread all over his body, but he didn't even blink an eyebrow, and cut it with one palm like a knife, and went straight down the exposed feather arrow.

The blood flowed, but at this time, he didn't care about the sharp pain in his body.

Anger, like a fire erupting from the ground, burned Luo Bei mercilessly, making his eyes full of blazing flames, anger and blood completely angered him.

A breath strong enough to make him vomit welled up in his heart, but he held back, clenching his teeth.

A hand quietly grabbed the cold spear that Yang Zaixing was holding tightly.

Looking up at the tip of the bright gun, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

When he looked out at the crowd again, he was like an angry beast.

He forcefully took the cold spear from Yang Zaixing's hand, and clenched it tightly with all his strength, like the hands that the two had once held.

When he looked up, there was no sadness, no anger, only calm and indifference, and the change was perhaps so rapid that even he was a little surprised.

But the next moment, his whole body rushed forward like a ghost, and all the golden soldiers he encountered were pierced through the body by spears and fell to the ground, struggling in pain for a few times before dying of blood.

Luo Bei held a spear, his body flew and shuttled in the crowd, the shadow of the gun was cold, and a golden soldier who blocked the way was actually broken from the head to the lowest part of the body, watching the blood surging above his head, he looked at Luo Bei like death, and then, his body was shattered, completely torn in half, and bloody things fell all over the ground.

Luo Bei didn't look back at the tragic scene, he finally understood what the mysterious aura that came from his body was, because when he encountered the "broken army", he felt the same breath.

"Anger" is like a powerful soul beginning to awaken in his body, and every time he encounters anger and blood, that soul seems to be extremely longing, eager to kill, eager for the pleasure and excitement of killing.

Luo Bei was terrified of this unknown force in his body, and he was vaguely afraid that he would do something when he was not awake.

But this time, Luo Bei's consciousness is still there, but the two consciousnesses are not fighting for anything, one uses blood and non-stop killing to irrigate the power, and the other just hopes for revenge.

Yang Zaixing used his body to protect himself, and when he saw countless crossbow arrows coming out of his chest, Luo Bei's heart was completely occupied by great resentment, and then gradually turned into indifference to life and blood.

The Jin soldiers who appeared in front of Luo Bei held swords and guns in their hands, but the brave and fearless warriors began to tremble, there are always only two endings of life and death in battlefield fighting, they are not afraid of death, but they have never seen such a ghostly body and cruel methods as Luo Bei.

Even at this moment, they were not afraid of death, but when they thought that the next moment they would be pierced through their bodies by the opponent's spear, or even cut in half, and the organs in their bodies would be spilled all over the ground, they couldn't help but start trembling.

It's a fear, a fear of reality.

However, the will cultivated since childhood has permeated every part of their body, and the desire and yearning for honor keep them from taking a step back even in the face of death.

And so death kept coming.

Luo Bei walked all the way through the crowd with a full body of anger, and as long as there was life, this killing seemed to not stop.

The spear is like a silver dragon, although it is not as brave as the god of war in Yang Zaixing's hand, but for Jin Bing, the spear in Luo Bei's hand is even more terrifying at this moment, like a hand from hell, constantly tearing apart their hearts of honor.

The silver dragon danced in the sky, piercing through three golden soldiers one after another, they still held knives in their hands, and their eyes widened, as if they didn't believe that the spear had penetrated their bodies, leaving a bloody hole.

Luo Bei's figure only moved slightly, and he arrived behind the three golden soldiers, holding the red tassel under the gun, and pulled it out of the three people's bodies inch by inch.

The spear made of iron turned completely blood-red.

The blood kept dripping, and this scene was naturally also seen by the general, he couldn't believe it at all, a more brave and important young general had died, but it seemed to have activated a god of death, a young god of death.

Although the thousand Black Water Cavalry behind him were still motionless, when they saw the scene in front of him, they couldn't help but have some strange emotions in their eyes.

For them, the battlefield and killing have never been strangers, and the battlefield where they appeared together was not the smoke of gunpowder? Which time was not the river of blood?

However, in the face of the angry teenager in front of them, they never thought about what would happen to this teenager if they let him grow up?

Silence is not the same as silence, the sound at this moment resounded in the sky, but for everyone this voice is cruel.

Luo Bei ran all the way, and those who blocked him would be killed, but his target was not these golden soldiers, perhaps in the previous moment of staring, he had already identified a murderer, and those soldiers who were brutally killed were just stones that needed to be moved or smashed between .asxs. and the end point.

He frowned tightly, looking at the tragic battle in front of him, he couldn't help but be heartbroken.

He shouted to Jin Bing to surround the young man, he didn't believe that so many people couldn't stop a young man, but even if the Jin Bing who never retreated still had a blade in his hand, he couldn't really play a role, he could only keep increasing the number of deaths.

The anger emanating from Luo Bei's body became heavier and heavier, so heavy that people did not dare to look at him.

He naturally understood that he was the target of the other party's revenge, and in desperation, he could only pull the reins of the horse and retreat.

He's not afraid of death, but that's it

's death was too meaningless, and he didn't want his intestines to flow all over the ground like those golden soldiers whose bodies were split.

Luobei was still blocked by countless golden soldiers, and he couldn't get close to him for a while.

Seeing that he also retreated, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes that he had never seen before, and after the spear danced, his body was slightly steady, and the true qi of his whole body turned into a great force, and his bloody clothes flew and hunted.

Then, all his strength was poured into the arm that held the spear, and without the slightest hesitation, he used the spear as a feathered arrow, and his body as a bow, slicing through the silent air, and shooting at the man who had already begun to escape.

The distance between .asxs. and the finish line was more than 100 paces, and the so-called 100 steps through Yang was nothing more than that, except for the northern peoples who were good at riding and archery, very few people in the Song army could accurately shoot at such a range.

Not to mention a spear made of iron, how could he hit it at such a distance with his own strength.

No one could imagine, even think that this young man was blinded by hatred, he was really crazy, his cruel methods when killing people were certainly appalling, but it was almost impossible to kill a general of the Dajin Kingdom like this.

The spear seemed to cut through the sky in the air, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, so that those who looked up did not dare to look directly.

The air currents suddenly gathered and then dispersed.

The breath of heaven and earth, which opened and closed, was finally broken by the spear, and became as sensational and trembling as a human.

He turned his horse's head in a hurry, knowing that danger was approaching him.

However, before he could run out of the land, the sudden change in air flow made his whole body cold, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant.

Next, something that made him feel even colder pierced the outer armor, then the underwear, then the skin, each layer made him feel even colder.

He couldn't help but look down, just as he saw the tip of a bloody spear peeking out of his chest.

At this time, he suddenly began to feel the chill just now, because he knew more clearly that the temperature of his whole body was constantly passing.

He subconsciously reached out to hold the tip of the spear that passed through his body, and the fear in his eyes began to spread with the blood that kept dripping, until the blood surged, and the meaning of fear instantly stained his whole body.

Consciousness also stopped suddenly, and the last ray of brilliance left in his eyes was completely dispelled by fear, and the world left in his eyes began to blur.

How many times he has been on the battlefield, maybe even he has lost count, he never thought that he could go back with his life every time, but he also did not think about what it was like to die.

This time he finally understood that the passing of life was so simple, like a colored curtain of light that turned into a dull gray, and then the whole world became the same color.

Of course, the disappearance of a life is not only a change of color, but at this time, for Mu Buye, all that can be clearly felt is the gray piece by piece.

Eventually, the gray became a patch, and his eyes began to turn gray.

"Dajin Country...... Fearless...... Invincible ......"

After shouting these words with the last strength of his life, the battlefield commander fell from his horse, also holding a spear in his hand.

Still carrying out his last orders, the horses rushed out of the ranks of the Blackwater Cavalry and headed north.

On the official road wandering, the shadows of the trees are mottled.

Perhaps, it wants to take him back to his hometown, to the place where his dreams began.

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