The Great Tang: World Martial God

Dragging and wailing all the way.

Yin Hong's blood stains went all the way, dragged in front of Tang Hao, and was heavily pushed to the ground.

The wailing figure curled up to the ground with his arms, squatted up and looked at Tang Hao.

The big beads of sweat fell on the mud along the forehead, and the blood-stained cheeks showed a hideous touch, struggling to kneel, and squeezing a hoarse and intermittent voice from his throat.

"You... are you Tang Hao?"

Bang.

Cheng Chu silently flew a kick next to him and kicked it on the cheek that was forbearing the pain.

Subconsciously supported the fallen body, but unexpectedly the chopped arm was heavily pounded on the ground.

Blood water rushed out again from the broken wrist, only the figure who fell on the ground retracted like an electric shock, and the cheek fell heavily again.

There was blood flowing down the corners of his mouth that was hissing silently, and the flushed cheeks were a bit more hideous. Huizhen almost fainted in the pain of this heart-wrenching.

A sharp shout came from the air above his head.

"To shut up!"

"Before I asked you something, you **** shut up!"

Huizhen twisted his body in the blood-soaked soil, and the iron-boned barbarian was also tortured by the wound, squeezing out tears, spitting out the broken teeth in his mouth, and panting heavily.

"Kill me...Kill me."

The screaming sound that I wanted to make was spinning around in my throat, and when I said it again, it turned into a hoarse howl like glass scraped on sandpaper.

Tang Hao had scarlet eyes, looked at the sleeping figure in his arms, and said in a low voice.

"What are you pulling over for?"

"Chopped, head hanging on the tree."

"Leave the body to be accompanied by Brother Wu Tong..."

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly before the burial character was spoken, as if he had noticed something strange.

Logically speaking, the arrow passed through the chest, either dead or wounded.

From the time he helped Wu Tong up, the figure had no signs of struggling, and there had never been any signs of dying. It really seemed to be asleep.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao moved his gaze to the chest where Wu Tong was shot.

No blood stains spilled...

Without thinking, he put his fingers under Wu Tong's nose, and a calm breath flowed on the knuckles.

"Damn it! Play me dead!"

Snapped.

With a slap on Wu Tong's face, Tang Hao wiped away the tears on his face and grinned.

"water!"

"Bring water!"

...

In the cloudy weather, the night seemed to come very early.

When night fell, there were horses walking towards the city, and the soldiers who routinely checked out saw the figure lying on the horse's back from afar, and shouted sharply.

"Who comes into the city?"

The merchant holding the bullock cart turned his head and looked curiously.

Da Da horseshoe progressed gradually, and a passing woman covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"Ah~ there is blood! It's murdered!"

The moment the exclamation sounded, the merchants hurried home, and the farmers looked sideways.

The messy hair was buried in the horse's mane, and his face was indistinguishable. The dried blood stains were intertwined in a vertical and horizontal direction, covered with torn armor. The broken arm hanging from the side of the horse's back was stained with red blood, which looked even more frightening.

The soldier who pressed down the hilt, clenched his palms, cautiously leaned in.

Chang Ge poked out in half a foot, pointed at the figure on the horse's back, and shouted.

"who!"

From the incomplete armor, a soldier recognized that it was a Goguryeo soldier's attire. He pulled aside the stick, and stepped forward to pull the figure.

next moment.

The blood-stained face came into view, and the soldier's face instantly turned pale.

"General Yanshou!"

As soon as this remark came out, the people onlookers were shocked, and many people covered their mouths with an unbelievable appearance.

Just the day before, the army passed by the city. In just one day, Yanshou, who was the commander-in-chief, had a scar and dragged his arm back to the city in a coma.

The soldier supporting the figure screamed loudly at the soldier who was stunned.

"Come and help!"

"Doctor, go to the city to arrange an inn and find the best doctor!"

In an instant, the whole outside of the city was completely exploded.

Some were busy running to the city to inform the local governor, some were searching for a doctor in the city, some were busy supporting the figure, and some were tearing off their clothes to bandage their **** shoulders for Yanshou...

The crowd onlookers all looked at the **** figures and pointed.

"Oh! Why is this? It's only a day, how can it be like this?"

"Crap! It's not because you lost the battle, right? Then... won't the soldiers of Datang come over soon?"

"Only one day, only one day! These Datang soldiers are too terrible! Run, run!"

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone picked up a burden and ran towards their house.

Cautiously lifting the figure on the horseback, all the soldiers could see the blood-stained cheeks. The slits on the cheeks that were slid by the sword were stained with tiny horsehairs. There was still the usual majesty breath, which was completely a picture. The appearance of the dying person.

"This... how should this be...?"

A soldier murmured.

Everyone was very clear in their hearts, asking this was not asking where the general was going, but their own way next!

Although Yanshou is not as brave as Mu Dongjiao, after all, he is a brave general in the army that is more powerful than all of them.

Even the coach of a coach is like this now? What will happen to his soldiers?

Thinking of many soldiers here, my heart is chilled.