Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Seeing this, Jebe didn't hesitate, he didn't even say hello, and charged down with his head on. Some of the Mongolian knights on the opposite side had just mounted their horses and had no formation at all. Jebe's men and horses were like a pack of wolves eating people, and began to reap life to their heart's content with the machete in their hands. This was a one-sided massacre, the manner and viciousness of which was jaw-dropping. The Mongolian warrior who just got up was cut off with his head before he could draw his weapon.

Interspersed, divided, slaughtered. The role played by a thousand Mongolian warriors at this time turned out to be incomparable to that of 10,000 people!

But at this moment, Kublai Khan's horn sounded from the opposite tribe. The Mongolian knight who counted money was already ready to go, and rushed over when he saw the battle here. There was not much suspense in this battle at all. Jebe, who charged ahead of time, was already aggressive, but the opponent was not prepared at all. A battle of disparity in strength turned into a one-sided massacre. The enemy's defeat was inevitable, and they had no chance to escape.

Fang Lang also rushed down the mountain, but he reined in his horse halfway. At this time, Guo Jing's blood was surging, and he had already jumped into the battle formation. Among the crowd, his moves were wide open and closed, quite like the later Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The Mongolian soldiers were not bad at charging, but in terms of personal martial arts, they were no match for this kid at all. Just look at him with a scimitar in his hand, he can't stop killing at all...

Woohoo, the desolate horn sounded. Anyone who is familiar with the grassland knows that this is not the clarion call to retreat and charge, but the clarion call to fight to the death. This is the last elegy of the warriors galloping on the grassland. With the sound of the horn, the slaughtered Mongolian soldiers finally showed their long-lost killing intent on their faces. They no longer run away, but use their fists and the weapons they can use to fight the enemy desperately.

On the hill, Fang Lang stood on the horse facing the wind, and slowly closed his eyes. This massacre has nothing to look at, but listen to it with your ears. For him, the biggest result of this battle was that Guo Jing rekindled his fighting spirit.

The battle lasted for more than three hours. Although Kublai Khan's side was sure to win, after all, one person had to kill three people. No matter how powerful a fighter is, he can only be exhausted in the face of this kind of battle. Gradually, the remaining enemy troops began to move closer, divided into small groups and escaped. Kublai Khan had someone blow the horn to announce the victory of this battle.

Among the Mongolian battle group, there was a burst of cheers. The bloody warrior let out a roar with his last strength! Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, only to see Guo Jing and Han Xiaoying riding their horses towards here. Han Xiaoying also had two wounds on her body, but she had a faint smile on her face. Guo Jing, on the other hand, was very excited, the scimitar in his hand had caught someone, but he was not willing to throw it away.

"Brother Fang!" "Master Fang!" The two came to Fang Lang one after another, smiling at each other.

Fang Lang slowly opened his eyes, seeing Han Xiaoying's pretty face full of joy, his eyes shifted to Guo Jing. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, at this time, he is no longer the conscientious young man just now. Fang Lang smiled and said, "Guo Jing, what have you learned from this fight?"

Guo Jing was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly Fang Lang would talk to himself first, you looked over your head at the battlefield in a daze, scratched your head and said, "You should be fearless in fighting on the battlefield... um... um, go all out!"

Fang Lang smiled and shook his head. Guo Jing saw that he denied his own statement, and his expression became difficult, as if there was something in his brain that couldn't go up or down, very uncomfortable. Seeing him like this, Han Xiaoying showed a loving expression, smiled at Fang Lang and said, "Young Master Fang, tell him! Jing'er is so stupid."

Fang Lang smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the battlefield and said: "Stop killing by killing, you can kill the enemy's way, and you can also kill your own way. Knowing that you must win, you need to be restrained. It is clear that it is a must-win game. Why do you want to kill as many enemies as possible? You just rushed down with a moment of blood, although you killed a lot of enemies. But you forgot to leave the strength to protect yourself. If another person comes to kill you at this time, how should you deal with it? What about these two points, you have to remember!"

Guo Jing listened to his words in a daze, his face was full of puzzlement, and he said silently: "Pull it back, put it back!"

Han Xiaoying looked at Fang Lang with a surprised expression. It is the greatest luck to win this battle. But he was thinking about things after the war during the battle, which was more profound than what they thought. A soldier who uses tactics well is a hero, and a hero who uses tactics well is a true hero.

For a while, the figure in Han Xiaoying's mind gradually blurred, but Fang Lang's figure became clear. At this time, a loud laugh came from behind Fang Lang and said, "Fang Yingxiong is wrong. The second point can be considered, but the first point is completely wrong!"

Fang Lang turned his head away, but saw Kublai Khan and Zhebie walking over. It was Kublai Khan who spoke. At this time, his body was covered in blood, and his face was also covered with blood. The cracked blood was enough to create a weird scene in Huacheng. He grinned, and the blood shattered and fell down.

Fang Lang smiled slightly, and nodded to him noncommittally. Kublai Khan refused to let go of this topic, he laughed and said: "If our Xincun Shannian let go of a group of people just now, and their Yuan soldiers came, wouldn't we have increased the burden?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing nodded in agreement. Jebe and the others also nodded, and scoffed at Fang Lang's words.

Fang Lang chuckled, shook his head and said: "No, if reinforcements really come, we are already in a doomsday situation. Since we are already doomed, what good is killing one more person. On the contrary, with kind thoughts in mind, the enemy may also Will have a little kindness for us."

Kublai Khan was blocked by what he said, frowned and curled his lips, showing disapproval. Guo Jing did have a conclusion, and looked at Fang Lang with deep conviction. Seeing the young master's disapproving expression, Zhebie laughed and said, "If it wasn't for releasing the hero this time, it would be very troublesome for us to deal with it. When the big man comes back in the future, we must thank the hero."

It was only then that Kublai Khan remembered that if it wasn't for Fang Lang, they would probably suffer a big loss this time. Haha smiled and said, "That's right! Brother Fang has saved our lives. We are going to kill a few pigs tonight. Thank you very much."

The Chinese characters on the grassland can't hide things in their hearts. When you hate someone, you are really very grateful, but when you are grateful, you are really grateful. Fang Lang also smiled, and said bluntly: "I heard that the kumiss on the grassland is very delicious, and I have admired it for a long time."

Kublai Khan laughed, stepped forward and held his arm with bloody hands, and said, "Fang Yingxiong must be able to hold a good amount of alcohol. Let's have a good drink today, maybe some beauty will fall in love with you..." Said After that, Fang Lang winked. ..