There are one hill and eight buildings in the Northern Prefecture of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Chapter 3535: The warrior died on the battlefield fighting for his life
Chapter 3535: The warrior died on the battlefield fighting for his life
The man's mouth opened wide enough to fit a whole leg of lamb. Now, the smile on his face disappeared, but it was definitely not caused by the pain when his right leg was cut off.
Yu Changqing's right arm also fell down, but when he was hit on the right shoulder by the flying scimitar, or in other words, he responded the moment Bierhan's knife was struck, the battle ax in his hand flew out instantly, and even
Bielhan's full-circle dodge action on the horse was predicted, or in other words, Bielhan's movement was too fast, and the full-circle throw of the knife was completed almost at the same time, allowing Yu Changqing to respond in a targeted manner. After all, in less than 10 seconds,
At a distance of five steps, for an elite of this level, one shot would determine their fate.
Yu Changqing's right arm was also cut off by a knife, and it fell directly, blood flying everywhere. An ordinary person would have fainted from the pain, but there was a smile on his face, and his left hand even came out of the saddle on one side, and another
Pulled out a dagger.
There was a feeling of dizziness. Bierhan's rollover did not have the effect of hiding in the stirrups. He fell directly to the ground. There were stars in front of his eyes. There was a feeling of nothingness in his right leg, followed by a heartbreaking pain.
, his orifices were bleeding. If he fell while running at high speed, even an intact person would be fatally injured, let alone have his legs broken in the air.
Bielhan's eyes began to blur. That was because his pupils were dilating. He felt as if his soul was leaving his body, and the faces of his relatives who had passed away appeared in front of him, including his father and his mother.
, his uncle, his friends, and finally his son Belgula, everyone looked at him and stretched out their hands. Perhaps, this was to guide his soul back to the place where his ancestors lived.
Bar.
There was even a smile on Bierhan's face. He had thought about his ending countless times. As a warrior, according to tribal customs, suffering from old age and illness, dying on the couch as a shame, dying in battle and being shrouded in horse leather.
Feeling proud, he looked at Belgula in front of him, his throat moved, as if he wanted to say: "Son, Ada will come now..."
Before he finished speaking, the fantasy in front of him was severely shattered. A man was covered in blood, and his right arm was broken at the shoulder level, but there was not even a bandage. You could even see blurred flesh and blood, broken bones and vascular fascia.
The strong man could clearly be seen, holding a gleaming dagger in his left hand, standing in front of him, blocking the sun in the sky. This made his bloody appearance closer to the Shura of the underworld, what a fierce spirit!
The other man came to his senses and murmured: "Are you Yu Changqing? Are you here to kill me?"
Yu Changqing gritted his teeth and nodded: "Bie Han, didn't you want to kill me? Why did you hide for a while? Originally, you could have died with me!"
Bierhan closed his eyes and sighed: "You are more courageous than me. I, I have nothing to say. It is my honor to die in the hands of a warrior. If it is convenient, give me a good time!"
Yu Changqing gritted his teeth: "You killed my eldest nephew and made me embarrassed to see my eldest brother after death. I have to kill you, but you are indeed a good man. If, if it were normal times, I would keep you alive.
Corpse, but now I need your head to fight for victory later. Bierhan, I will remember your name. I will have a chance in the next life. I hope, I hope we will no longer be enemies!"
As he spoke, he put his left hand on his right chest and bowed with difficulty. This was considered the last salute between warriors. The other man nodded and stretched his head upwards with difficulty, exposing his entire neck.
, Yu Changqing took off his scarf and armor, held a dagger in his left hand, and skillfully and quickly cut him. This was something he had done at least dozens of times in the decades he had been in the army. He was able to be promoted to the position he held today.
It was based on the number of beheadings on this battlefield, and this time, he knew very well that it would definitely be the last time for him, who had lost his right arm.
There was a spurt of blood, and Yu Changqing's first cut cut Bierhan's Adam's apple, which killed him immediately, without the subsequent pain. Then with a quick and powerful movement, his entire head, from Bierhan
Yu Changqing's tears fell one drop at a time, his lips were trembling, and he murmured: "Youzhi, all the brothers who died in the battle and the heads of the enemy generals, I, Yu Changqing, will help you."
Take it off and you can finally rest in peace!"
His emotions suddenly reached the peak. He knocked off Erhan's helmet, grabbed the braided hair on his head, jumped up from the ground, held his head high in his left hand, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Enemy
The head of General Bierhan has been taken off by me, Yu Changqing, brothers of the Suwei cavalry, cheers!"
On the entire battlefield, there were only about twenty cavalry still fighting. The others were either dead or injured. Even the injured were unable to get up to fight. The five or six remaining armored cavalry let out a roar of grief and anger.
On the opposite side, the more than ten infantry cavalry of the Suwei cavalry cheered in unison, followed by a burst of fighting mixed with angry curses. The last five or six armored cavalry all fell off their horses and died in the battle, leaving only a few.
The ten-man Suwei cavalry looked up to the sky and roared, celebrating this tragic victory in which they almost died together.
The two crossbowmen who had just escaped ran back to Geng Changqing, with bloody weapons in their hands. After experiencing the initial panic and escape, moved by Yu Changqing's desperate counterattack, these had already
The people who escaped plucked up their courage and picked up weapons and came back to fight. This was also the key reason for the final victory. It was the addition of these ten or eight warriors that gave the Suwei cavalry the last laugh.
A yellow-faced boy on the left, named Li Yongsheng, looked ashamed, lowered his head and said: "Uncle Changqing, we are weaklings, Xiong Bao, please deal with us with military law."
Yu Changqing shook his head: "When I first joined the army, I also suffered from bears and escaped. You guys, if you are willing to come back and fight, it's a good thing. I, I didn't see anything else."
The other short man with a black face on the right was named Zhang Yiwei. He tore off his shirt and said, "Uncle Changqing, stop the bleeding first, otherwise you will die!"
Yu Changqing pushed Zhang Yiwei away violently, his eyebrows tensed: "There is no time for this. Everyone, listen to my general order and evacuate immediately towards the side shield wall. No turning back or staying. This is my last decision."
If you violate the general order, you two will enforce the law on the spot!"
Li Yongsheng immediately fell to his knees: "Uncle Changqing, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to drive us away?"
Yu Changqing closed his eyes and shouted: "Hurry up, the enemy cavalry is coming, don't you want to live anymore?!"