A quarter of an hour after the killing began, it was almost one-sided.

Most of the barbarians were still in a state of ignorance, and before they knew what was happening, they were cut off by this group of wolf-like and fierce charlatans who had been suppressed for a long time.

Li Wenshuo rushed very fast, and the speed of killing was also very fast, at this time, he completely showed the level that a Dacheng martial arts master should have.

Until now, the enemy in front of him, as long as he sees it, will die the next moment, no matter how far away.

As the chief general, he has no consciousness as a soldier, and he has an inexplicable resistance to killing people he has never seen, which he is not even as good as the soldiers under his command.

He could only try not to think about it, his eyes were dull, as long as he saw a living thing, he could distinguish between friend and foe a little, and he would slash through it with a sword, and until now, he had not met a single one who could block his sword.

A thousand silent killers rushed into the enemy group, wielding weapons of various colors, not like an army, but like horse bandits roaming the steppe.

Bright torches gradually lit up in front of them, and the enemy rushed out, speaking obscure barbaric words and brandishing scimitars in their hands, slashing at them in a disorganized manner.

Among them, there are also extremely clever hands, a scimitar wielded impenetrable, and in just a few breaths, three or five men were injured under his hands.

Then Li Wenshuo shook a sword dozens of zhang away, blood splattered two zhang away, and then continued to move forward.

In an instant, a huge flash of light tore through the darkness, shook a few times with difficulty, and angrily pushed the rumbling roar that refused to bow down from the depths of the vast space, from beyond the eight poles, like a sword strike, like a landslide and the earth cracked.

He was covered in blood, and his consciousness was completely spread, whether it was the enemy in front of him, even the subordinates behind him, looking at this god-like man was quite shocked and a little overwhelmed.

They never thought that the young man who was kind and like a scholar on weekdays would have such a terrifying side.

Thankfully, he's on his side now.

The thunder rumbled and rolled in the northwest direction, as if it was tightly surrounded by dense layers of thick clouds, and the sound was dull and dull.

Suddenly a gusting wind blew a tragic sound, and the storm began, and the heavy raindrops hit the ground, and the flying dust instantly turned into muddy water all over the ground, mixed with blood, and turned into something pitch-black.

Li Wenshuo squinted his eyes, letting the rain hit his head and face, he was a lot more sober, but he also realized the real danger.

The old man in deerskin in front of him looked at him with a complicated expression at the moment, with a look of pity or something else in his withered yellow pupils, and in the middle of the night, he couldn't see clearly from such a distance.

Li Wenshuo didn't bother to look at it, he just felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

The man raised the poplar cane in his hand and took a deep breath, perhaps sucking in a lot of dirty muddy water, and the tone was like a violent cough and a hoarse moan.

Li Wenshuo felt very uncomfortable, his brows furrowed, as if something was about to happen.

Sacrifice.

He thought of this word, and at the same time, he recalled the strange spells that had been passed from the mouth of the soldier two days ago, and his expression became a little complicated.

With a low shout, the internal force followed the sound, and the rain curtain exploded in an instant, slashing towards the thin and weak old man like a knife.

Then a ten-foot-tall giant man appeared in front of the old man, holding a black iron shield the size of a board, I don't know whether it was hundreds or thousands of pounds, and smashed heavily into the soil in front of the old man, and the flying muddy water splashed up a foot high.

Almost at the moment when the giant shield just fell, before the muddy water flew, Li Wenshuo arrived, very direct, without any tricks, and the iron sword in his hand was so horizontally slashed out.

The huge shield of cast iron was torn to pieces like pieces of paper, and it was also cut in half, as well as the burly man behind the shield, who was almost equivalent to the realm of Xianfeng.

Li Wenshuo came to the old man's face.

The old man's expression was a little shocked, but he had already closed his mouth, and it was obvious that he had already said what he had to say and what he should not say.

Then he made the final movement, raised the cane in his hand, and pointed straight at Li Wenshuo's temple, the speed was so fast that the stick shadow almost pulled a black line in the air.

Then Li Wenshuo stabbed a sword through his chest.

The distance was very close, and Li Wenshuo could even hear the sound of broken teeth cutting through the muscles and bones, as if slashing on a rotten dead wood, Li Wenshuo's expression was slightly different.

There were some surprises, compared to the threat he felt in his heart, the old man's strength was obviously a little mismatched, and he was even inferior to the man who guarded before.

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of the old man's mouth, and his face was expressionless, but there was still a trace of pity in his eyes.

Li Wenshuo pushed the old man away, and the corpse slipped off the sword, and then fell into the muddy water, without any movement.

Li Wenshuo turned around, his pupils shrank, and in that place, in the midst of the warring crowd, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi began to riot.

The fierce fire spread in the rain without making any sound, and after a blink of an eye, the flames disappeared, and if it weren't for the boundless water vapor, Li Wenshuo almost suspected that what he had just seen was his hallucination.

But everything had already happened, and where the fire appeared, within a radius of ten zhang, dozens of people fighting, whether they were barbarians or their own men, turned the surface of their bodies into pitch-black char.

It's like a dream.

The shouting of killing did not stop, and countless barbarians who had woken up from their sleep put on leather armor and rushed over with scimitars.

Li Wenshuo froze in place.

Some rushed past him, ignoring him, while others slashed at him with their scimitars, which shattered into countless pieces.

After waking up from the dream, Li Wenshuo continued to swing his sword, and the sword qi more than ten zhang long cut into the crowd, and blood screams burst out at the same time.

When the killing stopped, so did the rain.

The dark clouds seemed to follow the wind into the distance.

A fiery red sun rose in the purple mist, spewing a soft glow into the surroundings.

Li Wenshuo stood in the morning light, silently did not speak, the heads of the barbarians in front of him were piled up into a hill, these are their military exploits, but more important than the human head is the military town in front of him.

If nothing else, this will be their home for a short time to come.

In last night's battle, except for a few barbarians who fled, most of the enemies were killed, and on his side, three hundred and six people were killed in the battle, and almost everyone was wounded.

The soldiers who came behind had already led their horses and walked over, looking at the corpses all over the ground, some were silent, some were pale, some were excited, and some were holding the bodies of relatives and friends and crying loudly.

In short, there is no victory at all.

A heavy rain washed away most of the blood stains and flowed down the ditch into the deep well, Li Wenshuo decided not to drink the well water for a month, everyone agreed with it, and some people even wanted to fill the well.

The trees in front of and behind the house were full of crows, and from time to time one or two would be heard screaming suddenly, or flying away and touching the branches.

When I fell asleep at night, this sound was gone, but I heard another cry, which was not much different from the mournful cry of a hungry crow, always wow, miserable and sorrowful!

The headless corpses were cleared out, placed outside the town, piled up in a mess, placed on firewood, and reduced to ashes in the raging fire, along with a few greedy crows.