Martial Sage

Carefree under the mountain.

The battlefield of fighting was opened.

The corpses gradually piled up in the noisy canyon, the soldiers stepping on the river of blood, the soldiers holding the swords stepped over the corpses of the living enemies of their companions, and chopped them.

The entire valley was divided into two battlefields, and the charging cavalry was led by Yanshou, violently attacking Yuchi Jingde. At the exit of the valley, the late Goguryeo pawns and Datang intercept pawns fought.

In the middle of the valley, large and small stones were scattered all over the ground, and red blood stains flowed down the surface of the military division. Horsesmen and soldiers crushed into flesh were scattered across the cracks in the stones.

Broken bones are scattered everywhere with skin and flesh, and some bodies are crushed from head to toe into a meatloaf, but they can't be evaded by being crushed by huge rocks. There were also some limbs connected in a weird state, bloodlessly glued to the swollen corpse, obviously being squeezed out of blood and poured into the body. Some deaths were even more shocking. The eyeballs were red and swollen, the entire torso turned into a large transparent hole, and the crushed internal organs retained an unknown colorful liquid, which was extremely disgusting.

In the fierce battle, Yanshou passed the cavalry figure and glanced back.

In my eyes, bloody rocks in the empty middle position appeared abruptly on the battlefield like The Underworld. I saw the broken wreckage, but not the shadow of a pawn.

Violent shouts resounded at The next moment.

"Where are the soldiers?"

"Urge those idiots to step forward and advance to Anshicheng!"

"It's a fucking breakout, and I still care what the Tang Bing behind is doing!"

Afterwards, a timid voice took over the conversation behind him.

"Passing... Passing the army pawn, killed!"

Hearing this, Yanshou's original curse was stagnant, and the tiger's eyes glanced at the soldiers who were speaking back.

"Go! Go now and call those idiots who are holding back!"

"Tell them that if you want to survive, you will rush through Stonehenge!"

After all, regardless of the hesitant soldiers behind him, he turned to join the match.

At this time, Chi Jingde, a two-man warrior, alone, even if the veteran had more experience in the battlefield, it could not be worth the single blow of the two men in the prime of life.

Most of the time, this veteran has less offense and more defense. Whenever there are soldiers on his side to help him attack for a while, he can fight back.

The Sabre Tang Dao had no idea where he was hit. At this time, Yuchi Jingde was holding a pair of double maces, crossed and fought desperately.

Bang.

Hui Zhen, holding a hammer in his hand, slammed towards Yuchi Jingde's front door.

The whistling wind pressed the air and descended sharply, and the white hair on top of Yuchi Jingde's head was scattered and swayed.

As he raised his eyes, the black shadow resembled Mount Tai, and the strong wind blew his face, giving a faint feeling of suffocation.

Facing the mighty blow, Yuchi Jingde dared not to be big, he sighed and set up his double mace to pick up the move abruptly.

In a breath.

Bang.

The heavy hammer hit the double mace, making an ear-piercing roar.

For a moment, Yuchi Jingde only felt the roar in his ears, and the screaming noise around him seemed to disappear.

The weight of the daughter from the double mace sank his swollen arms, and the pain spread from the arms to the shoulders in an instant, and then the horse under the crotch sank suddenly.

The muscles on Yuchi Jingde's flushed cheeks trembled, and he unconsciously moaned from his light mouth. The bloodshot scarlet eyes reflected the heavy hammer that was not sinking, and he only slightly stopped the surprise in his heart. .

Even though he caught the hammer, Yuchi Jingde didn't relax at all in his heart, and even murmured secretly.

The two opposing people are not low-powered, and they are in their prime of life. How can they stand it under the attack!

Earlier, the two did not cooperate well, and there was still room for a sneak attack, but the two on the opposite side were obviously good at using weapons.

Seeing that the leader of Mo Mo used a heavy hammer, Yan Shou only felt that he had changed his fierce Saber Technique into a feminine one, and he could always stabbed at the important points indifferently.

It is precisely because of their skillful cooperation that the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for them. Even the armor that protects the head doesn't know where it is lost, and the tiger's head and shoulder armor is also picked up by the two.

While thinking about it, his ears gradually returned to clarity, and a shadow of a knife appeared in the corner of his eye.

In horror, Yuchi Jingde knew that it was impossible to evade at this time.

Tearing.

The blade tore through the clothes, with bleeding lines on the shoulders.

The piercing pain spreads from the shoulder to the arm, and hits the heart together.

Yuchi Jingde snorted in pain, took off the huge power on top of his head, turned his horse's head around, and moved hurriedly.

Looking at the pain subconsciously, the red eyes filled the eyes, and the blood was tossing outward along the cracked flesh, and a wound pulled from the shoulder to the elbow was shocking.

The right hand holding the mace is also faintly trembling, some can't hold it, it's a delusion to fight again!

An arrogant laughter came from the figure a few feet in front of him, and Yan Shou picked up the big knife, his eyes were full of sarcasm and playfulness, as if a tiger wolf stared at the prey he had obtained.

"Old Wei Chi, how do you want to die?"

"Speak up, maybe this coach will consider it."

Just as he was about to answer, Yuchi Jingde only felt the qi and blood in his chest churning, and a smell of fishy sweetness came to his throat.

puff.

A mouthful of blood spewed out.

Huizhen squeezed the handle of the hammer and laughed wildly.

"Veteran Datang is nothing more than that!"

"Kneel down and beg for mercy, if grandpa is in a good mood, you can save your corpse!"

The taunting words lingering in the ears made Yuchi Jingde's heart cold.

In front of his eyes, the number of soldiers of the Tang Dynasty at his feet increased, and his own soldiers had already retreated a lot.

Is it possible that this war of swords is destined to end in sorrow?

Thinking of this, Yuchi Jingde's lips whispered, and a voice whispered in his heart.

Datang, the old man does not regret this life.

In the afterlife, I will be a member of Datang.

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