On May 12, the twenty-seventh year of Kaiping, the offensive and defensive battle of Jinyang City had lasted for three days. On this day, in addition to the Eagle Division participating in the siege, the Leopard Division also moved. Two Leopard Divisions with 16,000 men took turns.
A fierce attack was launched on the southern city wall of Jinyang.
The soldiers on the southern city wall clearly felt the pressure. Leopard divisions would constantly rush to the top of the city and start a duel between scimitars and horizontal knives.
This kind of close combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, made Da Zhuang extremely excited, especially the wonderful feeling of cutting into flesh and bones with a knife, which made Da Zhuang feel even happier than when he drank flower wine. This kind of happiness
It brings endless power to Da Zhuang, as if he is like a bull in heat...
Da Zhuang's family is relatively well-off. The horizontal knife in his hand is not issued by the county, but prepared by Da Zhuang himself. The back of the knife is thicker, the blade is half a foot longer, and the blood groove of the blade is wider, and it takes more time to chop people.
A little more exciting.
A Leopard Division soldier climbed up the city wall and rushed towards Da Zhuang with a scimitar brandished. Da Zhuang's eyes were shining. He took a step forward to block the scimitar and at the same time kicked the opponent in the chest, kicking the man.
He staggered, and before the other person could stand firm, Da Zhuang stepped forward and stabbed the man in the abdomen with a knife...
Heng Dao pulled out the warm donated blood and sprayed it on Da Zhuang's face. When Da Zhuang saw that the foreign soldier was still breathing, he couldn't help but stepped on his chest and fiercely chopped off the foreign soldier's head. Da Zhuang wiped a handful of spray on his face.
With the blood splashing on his face, as soon as he turned his head, he saw two scimitars already in front of him.
There was definitely no way to hide. Da Zhuang gritted his teeth, shortened his body by half, and ran straight into the arms of a foreign soldier. The two of them rolled together like gourds falling to the ground. During the entanglement and rolling, another foreign soldier came looking for
At the right opportunity, he slashed at Da Zhuang...
Seeing that Da Zhuang was about to die under the scimitar, Er Hei took courage and stabbed the foreign soldier in the back. Since Er Hei held the knife with both hands, his strength became stronger, and the knife killed the foreign soldier.
Stab one through the other.
After mustering up the courage to stab the knife, Erhei felt as if he had collapsed. He tried to pull the knife out again, but found that the knife seemed to be pinched by an iron pliers and could not be pulled out...
When the alien soldier turned around, Erhei could no longer control his fear. He sat down on the city wall and moved backwards until his back hit the city wall and could no longer retreat.
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Er Hei looked at the alien soldier, holding a scimitar and struggling towards him. The blood on his face was as pale as paper. The alien soldier failed to reach Er Hei, but the last mouthful of old blood spurted out.
His face was full of darkness...
Frightened screams rang out from the city walls, but were mercilessly drowned out by waves of louder and louder shouts of killing, failing to cause even a single ripple...
Er Hei's throat was broken by the roar, and he could only shout with his mouth open but couldn't make a sound. More aliens climbed up the city wall, so more scimitars were slashed at Er Hei who was still tired.
Several machetes kept enlarging in Erhei's pupils, but Erhei couldn't muster even a shred of strength. Erhei knew he was finished. He would never see the big locust tree next to his hometown farm again, never again.
The old lady who has worked hard all her life and put in all the hardships to raise him...
Da Zhuang finally killed the foreign soldier who had been entangled with him for a long time. As soon as he stood up, he saw several scimitars slashing at Er Hei. Without a moment's hesitation, Da Zhuang came up behind a foreign soldier in one swift step and slashed the man with one blow.
The arm holding the knife was chopped off.
Before Da Zhuang could retract his sword, he saw that the foreign soldiers had given up their plan to chop Er Hei to death, and all turned around and rushed towards Da Zhuang. It was difficult for Da Zhuang to defeat four hands with two fists, not to mention the three swords that were shining with cold light.
A machete...
He was so strong that he didn't retreat but moved closer. He rushed towards one of the foreign soldiers, raised his knife and struck the foreign soldier's shoulder first. This knife almost failed to remove the foreign soldier's shoulder, but he saw that
The foreign soldier was also ruthless. He grabbed the back of Erhei's knife and yelled crazily, "Kill him to death!".
Da Zhuang didn't know what the alien soldier was shouting, but he just knew that there was severe pain in his waist and shoulders. Da Zhuang was very decisive, knowing that it was impossible to hide at this time, so he tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and slammed it.
He kicked the alien soldier in the chest, used the force of the counter-shock to draw out the knife, and at the same time knocked the alien soldier behind him to the ground with his back...
Da Zhuang was hanging by one arm, and the knife in his right hand was slashed across the throat of another foreign soldier, and his body fell on the city wall. Da Zhuang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, turned his head and saw a scimitar sliding along his left side.
The link between the ribs and the chainmail was stabbed into his abdomen.
Da Zhuang knew that he would definitely not survive, but he couldn't die now because the alien soldier in front of him was still alive. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he saw that the horizontal blade of Da Zhuang's right hand was rounded, and it was pointing towards the fallen alien soldier.
The soldier's head was chopped off.
The alien soldier drew his scimitar, but did not pull it out. He stretched out his hand to block it, but after all, his arm was not made of iron, so how could he block it. He saw the horizontal knife cut off the arm, and the attack was still unabated.
The throat of the alien soldier...
Da Zhuang kept bleeding from his mouth, but he was still smiling because he hacked many foreigners to death and even saved Er Hei.
Erhei crawled to the side of Da Zhuang, hugged Da Zhuang in his arms, and held the wound on Da Zhuang's abdomen with one hand, trying to block the blood that continued to flow out...
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Da Zhuang raised his eyes and looked at Er Hei who wanted to cry but couldn't, and grinned miserably.
"Brother Da Zhuang didn't lie to you, Brother Da Zhuang is here to make sure you are fine! Now that Brother Da Zhuang is gone, you have to protect yourself! This knife was made by Brother Da Zhuang from the blacksmith in the town. It is sharp enough to cut.
If you are very energetic, I will use this knife to help Brother Da Zhuang kill a few more foreigners! By the way, tell Lian'er..."
Da Zhuang's voice became smaller and smaller, and Er Hei lay next to Da Zhuang's mouth and didn't hear what he wanted to tell Lian'er.
Erhei knew that the big brother who had been protecting him was dead, so he died trying to save him.
Erhei stretched out his hands to wipe away the blood on Da Zhuang's face so that Brother Da Zhuang would be clean when he left, but he couldn't wipe it clean...
Erhei looked at Brother Da Zhuang's smiling face before he died, and picked up Brother Da Zhuang's horizontal knife. Er Hei didn't cry at this time, and his hands didn't shake, because he wanted to live, he wanted to fight alive.
Win this war, because only if he is alive can he take the sword of Brother Da Zhuang and kill more aliens.
Erhei has changed, no longer afraid of blood, but more eager for blood, whether the blood is the enemy's or his own. He is like a madman, always with a twisted smile, looking at the bright red scenes in his eyes...
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The city walls were full of aliens. Those aliens held up scimitars and ran past Erhei who was holding Da Zhuang's body, as if they didn't see the anger burning in Erhei's eyes.
The foreigners ignored Erhei's existence because there was an extra sword on the city wall, a swordsman in blue shirt who killed the foreigners like he slaughtered cattle and sheep.
Every sword strike from Jian Xi Lai is very fast, and the sword will definitely hit the throat. Because Jian Xi Lai's swords are all the simplest and most unpretentious sword moves, which are pure killing skills.
More Jianghu warriors rushed to the city wall. After a bloody storm, the only ones left standing on the city wall were Ganren.
A group of government soldiers took over from the Jianghu warriors and wanted to send Erhei down the city wall, because he was the only one left in Erhei's team at this time.
Erhei stood up, held a strong sword across his chest, and said coldly: "I want to kill foreigners, and whoever stops me, I will kill him too!"
"Madman, fool, fool!"
The soldiers looked at Erhei and said everything, but no one came to pull him away...
The foreigner climbed up the city wall again, and Erhei took action before the other soldiers. With a flash of cold light, the foreigner didn't even have time to react, and his head flew into the air. This shows how fast Erhei's sword is. …
When Da Zhuang was still alive, he often heard the veterans in the village who called him swordsman say that Er Hei is a good swordsman. He can strike faster and more decisively than you, but it's a pity that Er Hei is too timid when he faints. It will become a great thing in the future.
Er Hei is no longer dizzy now. As for courage, it doesn't matter to Er Hei anymore, because madmen don't need courage.
The sword was moving faster and faster, and Erhei seemed to have entered a very mysterious state. It seemed that the only things left on the city wall were the sword in his hand and the neck that the aliens brought to him. Erhei felt that those aliens were so slow, and the headless ones The blood gushing out from the corpse seemed to be drop by drop...
Erhei has become a cold machine that only knows how to kill. The one-foot radius is like a hell on earth. No soldier is willing to get close to him, because there is no living thing standing except for him within one foot. There is also Erhei's weird... The smiling face seems to be possessed by an evil spirit, making people feel cold and cold.
Last year at Changchun Pavilion by the Luoshui River, Li Taiping broke through three levels of martial arts in a row, which was a rare occurrence in a century. But after all, Li Taiping at that time had accumulated a lot of experience and refused to break through. That's why he was promoted to three levels in a row. But today... It's different. Erhei just learned some rough sword skills in the army, and learned the most basic qi training method in the Daqian army.
A poor man, a soldier with no martial arts level, a soldier who was once as timid as a mouse, a soldier who fainted at the sight of blood, such a person is probably not as good as an ordinary person. But this kind of person makes everyone I was dumbfounded...
There was no one invincible within a radius of one foot, then there was no one invincible within two feet, and then there was no one in three feet. This process only took an hour. An hour later, Erhei fainted on the city wall, because Erhei used It took an hour to break through to the seventh level of martial arts.
The government soldiers carried Erhei down with all their hands and feet, and carried him to a place where the government soldiers thought it was safe.
In one hour, everyone in Jinyang City knew that a soldier named Erhei had gone from being a big-headed soldier to a seventh-level martial artist by chopping off the heads of foreigners.
When Erhei opened his eyes, the sky was already dark. Erhei didn't know how long he had been unconscious, because a moment ago he was fighting bravely on the city wall, and his eyes were filled with blood. But when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Indeed, the bamboo shadows are swaying, and the graceful figure standing against the window...