At this time, on the northern battlefield, Li Dacheng was holding a broken knife, half-squatting on the ground, his eyes were blackened, he breathed heavily, and the breath he spit out had a faint red and pink color, which was overcapacity and injured his lungs. There is only one shoulder armor on his body, and only one boot remains, he forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood, endured the pain of seven or eight wounds on his body, calmed down, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the battlefield, around him, a piece of stumps and broken arms of the body fell to the side in disorder, there were enemies and those who had already sided, he remembered that he took his first three battalions, and rushed into the enemy army with General Hu Chunsheng, and then he kept killing. Constantly swinging his sword, constantly blocking, his enemies fell one by one, and his comrades around him also fell one by one, he was like a tireless machine, forward and forward. Vaguely, he saw that the knights on his side were outflanking the enemy from both wings, the enemy's cavalry was also heading forward, and the long-range archers and mages in the rear would decorate the battlefield with arrows and various spells. On Li Dacheng's left chest, there was a wound more than a foot long, a memorial left to him by the enemy's master, this knife broke his breastplate, and now the cuirass worn on his body was only the upper half of his left chest, but if it wasn't for this breastplate, the knife would have cut open his chest. He still remembered the puzzlement in the eyes of the man when his head flew up, he stiffened against this knife, and cut off the master's head alive, the blood circulating at high speed in the body rushed the master's head into the sky, and the blood light of the canopy was in the aura of the sky, so poignant, Li Dacheng still remembered that two of the enemies on the opposite side looked up and fell under his knife. There was still a severed arrow left in his right leg, although he cut off the head and tail of the arrow, but as long as he moved, his right leg still hurt hotly, it was a stray arrow. At that time, he was charging, the knife in his hand was slashing on the enemy's shield, he just shook the man back, he felt that his legs were weak, and he could no longer support his body, and he knelt down on one leg, he turned his right hand, threw the shield in his hand hard, and smashed the first person who rushed over on the right to the ground, as soon as the person fell, several people behind him blocked it, Li Dacheng waved the knife in a half-arc, and exhaled and said: "Drink" It was so unreasonable to slash the person who rushed up on the left hand side into half from the right side, and the knife in his hand was also dissipated by the escaping energy, and his injured leg had just reached the ground. Li Dacheng rolled on the ground, the uninjured leg was shoveled in the ground, raising a piece of dust, in the dust, two war knives sandwiched by wind and thunder, cut in the empty space next to Li Dacheng, at this time, Li Dacheng behind the soldiers have already rushed to his side, and the front and the right of the enemy together, Li Dacheng was fascinated, picked up a bloodstained broken knife, between the fingers, he felt inadequate, the center of gravity of the knife is a little back, not the knife of his own side, he cracked his mouth, silently smiled bitterly, the knife flashed, and the part of the arrow on the leg exposed outside the leg was cut off, this time it can only be like this, if you pull out this arrow, then he may not be able to support the end of this war and will die here.

Li Dacheng still remembered that the wound on his back and several other wounds on his body were left because of the wound on his leg, at that time he had just stood up, limped and only took two steps, set up the two spears that were stabbed in front of him, took a step back, and as soon as he retreated, he fell into a position with the few people in front of him, and the few people in front of him were drowned in the crowd of enemy troops in front. Li Dacheng's feet are soft, about to fall, he still has the true qi in his body, but the physical body can no longer support his consumption, he puffs up the whole body to breathe, all attached to the knife, suddenly the whole body is shocked, the true qi attached to the knife is like an angry wave, want to leave the knife, he is happy in his heart, this is a sign that the knife is about to become a sign! He raised his knife over his head, shouted, and slashed straight out without any pretense, and a big enemy raised his shield to block, only to feel that his hand was light and weak, and he sneered and stabbed along the edge of the shield, pointing directly at Li Dacheng's chest......

However, he saw that Li Dacheng's blood-stained face was getting farther and farther away, and his hands and shield in front of him exploded into a blood mist in the sky in the deafening sound, and everything changed with the things in front of him, everything became so far away, and the last thing he saw was the frightened expression of his companion, and then, it was dark in front of him, and he didn't know anything......

Li Dacheng's knife and shield were separated with a touch, and the true qi in his body shook and shook, and the true qi in the two meridians, which were already somewhat loose in his body, forcibly flowed, and in his consciousness, something would take shape.

"Ah" Li Dacheng was overjoyed, raising the knife with both hands, the true qi of the whole body was running in cycles, turning faster and faster, turning faster and faster, those true qi were running faster and faster in the meridians, in his consciousness, that is, the flames of lava were swimming quickly along the qi veins in the body, and the flesh and blood of the whole body continued to vaporize, and the flesh and blood of the vaporization carried the tenacity and hatred that Li Dacheng had formed in a hundred battles along the veins, passed through the invisible barrier, and converged into his consciousness......

The loud sound of "boom", like the Luliang bell, echoed in Li Dacheng's consciousness, knocking on the door of a new world for him, he was at the door, just glanced inside, what kind of scenery was it, he was a little confused, more inexplicably happy, there was a force from the depths of the soul tumbling and steaming, every meridian was beating because of this force, and every flesh and blood was stretched because of this force. A strong wind swirled around his body, and the invisible force mixed the surrounding dust, flesh, dry branches and broken leaves together to form a pillar of smoke that rose into the sky, "ha" He exhaled a turbid breath in his chest, and the pillar of smoke turned into a shock wave, like ripples, and everything within five feet of him was far away, and a dozen or so enemy troops and several friendly troops were like balls that were swung out, each returning to their own formation. (It's just that it looks like it's spurting blood, and it's not very good.) With Li Dacheng as the center, a small blank area appeared on the battlefield for no reason. Li Dacheng stood in the center, his face was hideous, mixed with blood, and his surroundings were filled with smoke and dust, reflecting his figure vaguely and distorted like a demon. The enemy troops in front of them couldn't help but feel a little timid when they looked at Li Dacheng, who looked like a god and a demon, and the enemy troops behind couldn't help but be a little timid, and the enemy troops behind them didn't see the situation clearly, and they were still rushing forward with their lives, and a few people in the front row were wrapped up and rushed towards Li Dacheng. It's just that their speed is like a snail in Li Dacheng's eyes now. He took a step forward, a slight mistake, two spears passed by, the knife light in his hand together, two heads flew high, followed by a turn, people with the knife, horizontal only a sweep, the knife bloomed with a dazzling light, the three people on the left hand were broken into six by a knife, Li Dacheng did not have time to shoot again, the knife in his hand exploded into dozens of pieces, with a scream in all directions, with a scream in all directions, there was a square soldier behind him could not dodge, was broken through the arm by the fragments. The enemy troops in front of him were even worse, seven people were hit by splinters and died on the spot, Li Dacheng himself was caught off guard by the burst of debris, a piece of debris passed by his face, his face was cold, and half of his ears were detached from his body.

After Li Dacheng's blow, there was only one knife handle left, and the thief in his body was empty. This power that has just arrived, he is not very good at using it, and under one blow, he has no spare strength. He clung the broken blade to the ground, gasping for breath. His hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold a knife. At this point, he had reached his limit. The cheers from afar were faintly heard, wave after wave, and the warriors who followed him did not know what they heard, and their momentum soared, and they wrapped him like a huge wave, and slapped at the enemy on the opposite side, trying to smash them to pieces......

Did you win?," he thought.

Li Dacheng didn't know whose severed hand he was holding in one hand, and he held it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He gasped, held the knife in his hand, and slowly stood up, and saw that some figures around him stood up one after another, some knew and some didn't, they couldn't see their faces clearly, but they could see the joy in each other's eyes,

yes, it's alive again. He thought a little numbly, but he didn't know who else was left of the people in my camp?

There were sporadic knights who came to patrol, and when they saw an enemy soldier, they made up for it, some of them screamed, and some of them simply didn't make a sound, like a piece of wood, and they fell straight and straight, and there was black smoke rising a little farther away, and a pile of fuel bombs in the east and west were supposed to be fuel bombs that had not been burned, and the dust was flying in the farther place, and it was the cavalry that had been chasing the enemy.

Li Dacheng threw away the severed hand in his hand, carried the broken knife, and slowly walked back, slowly gathering a few figures around, carefully keeping a certain distance from each other. I saw a lot of red-eyed people killed on the battlefield, and at the end of the killing, I killed people when I saw them, and last time, a few recruits died at the hands of their own people when they cleaned up the battlefield.

These were a few veterans, he thought about it, and then stood still. Someone on the right asked, "It's Li Tou, I'm Feng Fei, cough cough ......" Before he finished speaking, he coughed there non-stop, but the person fell down softly.

Li Dacheng sighed in his heart, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to support Feng Fei, but saw that his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were scattered, and the blood kept gushing out with his cough, and he couldn't do it when he saw it. He used his true qi to cross the few remaining true yuan in his body into Feng Fei's body, only to find that he was dead.

Feng Fei held his clothes tightly, as if he held the last hope, this young man didn't want to die, he trembled and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word, just looked at him like that, until his eyes lost their brightness.

Li Dacheng slowly put him down to the ground, closed his eyes twice, his hand was so tight, Li Dacheng directly pulled the piece of clothing down with his hand, stood up, and was about to walk. Suddenly, he bent down again, reflexively picked Feng Fei on his back, and walked towards the camp.

He saw the old mother and sister who fell in the ruins, half of Li Dafu's body and the sugar man in his hand, and the grief and indignation in his heart were incomprehensible, that was the life of the one hundred and seventy-three members of the Li family in the whole square, Ren Qiancheng, I will definitely not die here, I will go to the peak step by step, I will look at you there, just like looking at ants, and then, gently reach out and erase you......

He tilted his head and burst into tears, "Ah......hhhh

Later, someone checked the record of this battle: Li Dacheng, who took the initiative to transfer to the front-line troops two years ago, participated in the battle between the two countries every summer, and participated in 13 large and small wars in the past two years, all of which were victorious. Killed more than 300 enemies, accumulated merit to the capital, led the third battalion on the right of the forward battalion of the Western Army, and the official title was the capital, marking 472 people.

In the 3453rd year of the Xia calendar, the veteran Hu Chunsheng of the Great Xia commander and the army of the participating countries fought against the wilderness, the eighth battalion of the forward army broke through the Yue Changtian main formation from the Chinese army, the longer the day was defeated, Hu Chunsheng led the army to pursue, the middle arrow died, the forward battalion did not leave one out of ten, and the third battalion on the right had Li Dacheng return alive, and the Great Xia won a miserable victory. Li Dacheng laughed three times and cried three times in front of the battle, and then disappeared......