ultimate cannon fodder

The heavy sword was tumbling up and down, and the breath of death on the blade that was still dripping with blood was extremely strong. Every blow seemed to be alive, elegant and violent, with an indomitable and fierce momentum, and a fierce blow like the god of death.

The weird sickle-like weapons smashed together.

When the weapons collided, time and space seemed to be stagnant. The heavy sword let out a shrill scream as if it had been hit hard. There was a large gap several centimeters deep on the blade, and the halo suddenly dimmed.

Go down.

Gusnuo's face suddenly darkened, and he staggered back a few steps. The muscles of the arms holding the sword continued to tremble, as if there were countless earthworms crawling under the skin, and then this energy fluctuation was visible to the naked eye.

The speed spread rapidly throughout his body, all the way to his feet. It seemed that even the ground could not bear its huge force. Every step he took out left deep footprints on the ground, and cracks like spider webs opened in all directions.

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"Haha, Gusnuo, aren't you so powerful? Why are you so weak today? Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I advise you to surrender. Maybe I can give you a way to survive, otherwise this place will be like this today.

your burial place,"

Opposite Gusno was a warrior who was even bigger and stronger than him. He opened his big mouth and showed a twisted and ferocious smile. He stepped forward step by step and stepped heavily on the ground with his big feet. The ground actually rippled like water.

"Fart, you're the one who's going to die," Gusnuo's pupils were filled with blood. His muscles bulged, and he roared like a beast. He rushed towards the opponent again, dragging his heavy sword on the ground and drawing a series of lines.

Brilliant sparks.

"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die," the other party sneered disdainfully, raised the bloody sickle in both hands and circled it above his head, making a sharp whistle, and then slashed down hard. The momentum was extremely shocking, and the breath of death extended forward like a sea wave.

, vague energy ripples also appeared on the sickle. Before they fell, the breath and energy ripples were intertwined, forming a large black net that covered Gusno.

Gusnuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was horrified. He gritted his teeth, and his blood started to surge up. His face suddenly turned bright red, and his muscles all over his body flexed again. His body size increased by a full circle in an instant, and his figure unexpectedly became impossible.

Under the circumstances, he accelerated again, broke through the shackles of the black net, and actually rushed in front of the opponent before the opponent's blood sickle could be slashed.

The opponent's face changed slightly, and he was about to retreat, but it was too late. Gusnuo's sword hilt hit his chest hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately. There was also a clear sound of bone cracking in his chest, but he

Rushan's body remained motionless, and when he stepped forward, he actually shook the hilt of the sword that Gusnuo had hit on his chest. The huge force that came from it even made Gusnuo's hand holding the sword numb, and he almost lost his sword.

Can't even hold it.

Before he could stand firm, the other party shouted loudly and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Gusnow felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the shock. His stomach was churning. It seemed that even his intestines were broken into several pieces. He didn't have time to think too much.

With a slightly stiff movement, he raised the heavy sword with one hand and slashed at the opponent's waist. If he hit the opponent, even if the opponent was wearing leather armor with extremely high protection, he would not be able to escape the fate of being cut in half.

The opponent seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement. He roared like a wounded Titan, his eyes were red, his mouth was grinning, and he did not dodge. The blood sickle in his hand struck Gusno's head heavily, and he actually planned to trade his life for his life.

This is definitely a showdown without any tricks. What is competing is not only the strength of the two sides, but also the courage and perseverance. The timid person is more likely to lose his life at the hands of his opponent.

With a sound of "Push," two figures staggered past each other, and blood began to spread in large areas. Gusnow's wound was on his shoulder. The sickle not only cut open his shoulder guard, but also cut deeply into it. , the depth of the wound was at least several centimeters. The opponent's wound was on his waist, and blood instantly stained most of the armor red.

It turned out to be a lose-lose situation for both sides.

"This is enough energy," the other party reached out and wiped it on his waist, put the blood in his hand into his mouth and tasted it, then smacked his lips, still smiling ferociously.

Gusnuo took a deep breath, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and the bloodshot eyes continued to climb at a speed visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. He had never been able to I am not afraid of fighting the enemy to the death, but I have not fully recovered from the injuries I suffered when being chased by the people from the Dark Temple some time ago. After fighting so hard until this point, I do feel that my physical strength and energy are greatly exhausted, otherwise I would have beaten the opponent to death long ago. He ran away in despair, how could he allow the other party to be proud and frivolous in front of him.

What worried him even more was the overall battle situation. This time, he personally led carefully selected elite troops, and the marching route was kept secret. However, he encountered several ambushes along the way. Although every time he passed by He risked his own life in a fierce battle to defeat the enemy, but now that the battle was exhausted, the men and horses were exhausted, and he gradually couldn't support it. He was barely supported by the tenacious fighting spirit in his heart. Every soldier who died in the battle made him feel cold in his heart. It hurts so much that I don’t want to live.

Could it be that after a lifetime of galloping, he really died here? But if he retreats now and his morale suddenly disappears, he will probably be defeated like a mountain and turn into a real rout. If the opponent sends his troops to pursue him, the situation will become even more terrible. Cleaned up.

No matter what, just die. There are not many lords killed in battle these days. He has killed no fewer than ten lords with his own hands. Fortunately, he has sent people back to the territory in advance. Even if he dies in battle, they will uphold the principle. He will continue to fight according to his own will, but even if he dies, he must hold Kunez in front of him on his back. If Kunez dies, more people on his side may have a chance to escape. If Kunez is still alive, I am afraid that all high-level generals and warriors will not be able to escape his clutches.

Thinking of this, Gusnuo felt that every cell in his body was burning. He suddenly opened his arms and raised his head to the sky and let out a roar like a wild beast. After the roar, his big nostrils spurted thick and red breath. His eyes were fixed on Kunez, he swung his heavy sword and shouted: "Kill," although this action pulled the wound on his shoulder and the blood surged outward at a faster speed, but It seemed that the clarion call for the final battle had been sounded, and the two warring parties that had paused for a moment suddenly charged together with greater passion.

"Damn, it's really a stone in a latrine, it's smelly and hard," Kunez was also awe-struck by Gusno's boiling fighting spirit, but he cursed angrily and waved the blood sickle in his hand at him. When he came over, those big feet hit the ground, and every tremolo made people's hearts tremble. He didn't even have the most basic attack skills. He just slashed at the opponent with the blood sickle. The battle was at this point. , all the fancy techniques are useless, it still depends on the duel of strength.

Gusnow refused to give in, fighting Kunez like a red-eyed bull. Perhaps he had already given up. He was risking his life with every blow, desperately squeezing out every drop in his body. Strength, the longer the battle drags on, the worse it will be for him. He must kill Kuzne as much as possible while he still has the strength to swing the sword in his hand.

With just a few moves, several wounds were added to the two people's bodies. The gushing blood stained almost all the leather armor on their bodies red, making it impossible to see their original colors. Various pieces of flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. throughout.

After several more consecutive hits, the red on Gusnuo's face gradually turned white, his strength disappeared like an ebbing tide, and he could hardly swing the epee in his hand. He was horrified, knowing that he had reached the point where he was running out of gas and energy. It was difficult to continue, but the blood sickle in Kunez's hand struck again without any skill.

Gusnuo used his remaining strength to barely withstand the blow, but his body was sprayed with dozens of lines of blood under the heavy blow. He staggered back for more than ten steps, and the heavy sword in his hand hung down feebly. .

"Haha, you finally can't hold it anymore, just die," Kunez, who was covered in blood, smiled more and more ferociously. The blood sickle in his hand drew a perfect semicircular trajectory, and the blade lit up with dim light and struck out in the air. The fierce murderous intent alone made it difficult for Gusnow to move.

Gusnuo's heart was filled with despair, and he couldn't help but close his eyes sadly and feebly, but there was no emotion in his heart.

"Is this the end?" Gusnuo was not afraid of death, but he was unwilling to die like this. He was unwilling to have so many elite soldiers buried here with him. But the matter was now over, the situation was over, and he could do nothing. Be able to accept this unacceptable ending with anger and unwillingness.

But at this moment, he heard the shrill scream of a beast on the verge of death from Kunez. Gusno's heart moved and he couldn't help opening his eyes, only to see that Kunez still had an extremely frightened expression on his face. , and even became twisted due to pain and fear, but the whole head jumped into the air under the impact of a cloud of blood flowers, and then fell to the ground and rolled continuously until it rolled in front of Gusnuo, staring. His big eyes were still full of unwillingness and disbelief. After a while, the headless body fell straight to the ground, and his limbs were still twitching unconsciously.

Not to mention Gusno, the entire battlefield seemed to have come to a standstill due to this sudden change. Almost everyone looked at Kunez's body in shock. It was really unbelievable that he who had always had the upper hand was suddenly chopped down. Lost my head.

Gusnow was the first to react, and the unexpected surprise instantly filled his body. He raised the heavy sword in his hand with all his strength, and shouted with all his strength: "Kunez is dead, you still can't surrender." , and when will we wait, if there are any more stubborn resisters, we will kill them without mercy."

Although the soldiers under Gusino fought extremely hard, they saw Gusino's bravery and were immediately filled with fighting spirit and courage. They shouted in unison: "Kill without mercy, kill without mercy,"

Although Kunez's men had the upper hand due to their large numbers, Kunez's death was like a lingering shadow, causing their fighting spirit to collapse in an instant. Throwing away the armor, the army will be defeated.

Seeing his men chasing after the victory, Gusnow put his heavy sword on the ground and couldn't help laughing. He laughed so hard that blood started to pour from the wounds all over his body and he didn't even notice it.

h3The author has something to say/h3

We set off at 6 a.m., but we were still stuck in traffic until we arrived at my hometown after 2 p.m. Needless to say, the hardships along the way. I didn’t bother to worry about being tired so I just typed it up. Please forgive me!