Chapter 296: Being lazy (Second update, please support!)
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Seeing Fang Yiai, she leaned on the horse without looking back and rushed straight into the woods. She was already overwhelmed by the hatred of her slain brother. Even the little bit of sanity she had left was due to the fact that Fang Yiai had already figured it out.
Not being able to resist the temptation, Sanzhanbuta didn't even think about it, so he followed Fang Yiai into the woods.
Seeing Fang Yiai galloping in the row of trees, Sangzhanbuta snorted coldly, and with his horse's reins, he wanted to pass through the row of trees next to him, intercept Fang Yiai, and then force Fang Yiai to dismount and fight on foot.
, there are some horse fighting activities in the forest.
After running for a while, and seeing that they were about to catch up with Fang Yiai's horse, Sangzhambuta's lips curved into a cruel sneer, and he suddenly pinched the horse's belly, trying to overtake Fang Yiai and cut off Fang Yiai's path.
So that we can get rid of this brother-killing enemy as soon as possible and go back to collect his brother's body.
Unexpectedly, just when Sangzhanbuta's horses were about to equal Fang Yiai's horses, Fang Yiai, who was originally panicked, suddenly turned cold and pulled the reins of the horse. Zhui Feng understood what he was doing, which was unexpected to Sang Zhanbu.
As Ta expected, he galloped directly between the trees and rammed into Sanzhambuta's horse!
When the two horses collided, Fang Yiai had already been prepared. He withdrew his left foot from the stirrup, and with the force of chasing the wind, the spear in his hand struck Sang Zhanbu fiercely.
The right side of Ta's waist was pierced, and it came out from under the ribs on the left side!
The hit Sanzhambuta and his horse were so unable to react in time that they were driven into the nearby tree by the fierce force of the wind!
Sanjambuta's horse neighed in pain and fell to his knees on the ground. Sanjambuta's body on the horse hit his head on a tree, causing blood to flow from his forehead.
After reining in Zhuifeng, Fang Yiai turned over and dismounted a little tiredly, patted Zhuifeng's neck, and asked Zhuifeng to find some grass nearby to replenish his strength. Fang Yiai held his knees with both hands and breathed heavily for a while.
, and then came to Sanzhambuta.
"***, if you still have to remember hatred on the battlefield, then there will be too many people with hatred in the world." Fang Yiai said dissatisfiedly as he looked at Sangzhanbuta who was still staring at death.
Seeing Sangzhambuta refusing to close his eyes, Fang Yiai didn't bother to bother anymore. He took out the sword from his waist and cut off Sangzhanbuta's head. Alas, this was evidence that needed to be handed over to record his military merits.
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Throwing Sangzhan Buta's head aside, Fang Yiai then pulled out his spear from Sangzhan Buta's headless body. He wiped it clean with Sangzhan Buta's clothes, and then took Sangzhan Buta's head.
Everything on my body was scraped.
While gathering things, Fang Yiai discovered that Sangzhanbuta's right leg had been broken off due to Zhui Feng's violent collision.
"Thank you! Thanks to my brother, I was wise and put my left leg on the horse in time, otherwise I might have suffered a fracture." Fang Yi said with lingering fear.
However, I am afraid that the collision will not be too uncomfortable for Zhui Feng even though it is strong. Thinking about this, Fang Yiai simply found a place to sit down and played with Sangzhan Buta's saber, making Zhui Feng and herself feel uncomfortable.
Have a good rest.
Pulling out the scimitar from the scabbard, a sharp cold air hit her face, making Fang Yiai feel refreshed after two battles.
The workmanship of this knife is indeed exquisite. The blade is only two and a half feet long. The blade is sharp enough and the surface is smooth enough. When you flick it with your finger, it makes a clear and crisp sound.
She put the knife away with satisfaction, and then Fang Yiai remembered that Kabata seemed to have such a saber on his waist. He wondered if anyone would take back his trophies to Datang after he left the battlefield. Otherwise,
That scimitar is a pity.
Fang Yiai counted the time, closed her eyes and rested for a while. Zhui Feng ran back, put her big head into Fang Yiai's arms, let go of her mouth, and placed the wild fruit in her mouth on the room.
In Yi'ai's arms, he rubbed Fang Yiai's cheek, pulled on Fang Yiai's clothes, and signaled to Fang Yiai that there were many such fruits over there.
Fang Yiai also felt thirsty. She patted Zhui Feng's big face happily and wiped the fruit on her body casually. She didn't mind that it was spit out from Zhui Feng's mouth, so she opened her mouth to bite it.
Fang Yiai stood up, and while eating the fruit in his mouth, he carefully checked Zhuifeng's body that was hit on the left side. After making sure that Zhuifeng's body was not damaged, Fang Yiai then used his spear and Sangzhan Buta.
The long sticks were inserted under the saddles on both sides of Zhui Feng, and the scimitars were also pinned up.
Fang Yiai held Sangzhanbuta's head and rode Zhuifeng to let him find the fruit tree.
Fang Yiai left Sangzhanbuta's head under the tree, climbed up the tree himself, picked fruits, and replenished the energy and saliva he had lost before. Chai Feng was not far under the tree, eating grass.
Counting the time, she should have rested for a quarter of an hour. Her physical strength and saliva had almost recovered. Fang Yiai reluctantly came down from the tree, holding the head in her hand, riding on Chasing the Wind, and walked slowly out of the woods.
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In the middle of the battlefield, Kabata's body was disposed of by someone there, and it looked very empty.
The armies on both sides waited quietly for more than a quarter of an hour under the sun, but no two people who entered the forest came out. The two sides stared at each other, restraining each other, and neither dared to easily send people into the forest to check.
However, with the passage of time, coupled with the scorching sun in August, it was really hot, which made the people on both sides unable to wait for the result and unable to see the battle situation, and they couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Just when everyone was getting agitated, the sound of horse hooves was finally heard in the woods.
People on both sides couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, wondering if the person who came out of the forest alive could be their general?
At a tense moment for both parties, Fang Yiai finally rode Zhui Feng and slowly walked out from the shade of the trees.
The moment they saw green horses, green robes, and bright silver armor appeared in front of them, the Tang army once again burst into even more enthusiastic shouts!
Even Hou Junji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and slowly sat down on the horse.
"Dad, it is indeed General Fang who has come out!" Han Zheng said excitedly on the city wall, as if he had won the battle and was the one who survived.
Han Wei smiled and nodded, letting out a long sigh of relief.
The Tang army was happy, but the Tubo military camp was stung by Fang Yiai's armor shining brightly in the sun, which made his eyes hurt!
When they got up, the sun was shining brightly, but the Tubo soldiers felt that the air pressure was a little heavy, and it felt like a storm was about to come.
Qi Zong Nongzan's face was gloomy, and he stared at Fang Yi'ai, wishing to poke Fang Yi'ai into a hornet's nest with his eyes! He held the armrests of the seat with both hands, and his thin lips were almost gone.
color!
Lu Dongzan frowned and looked carefully at Fang Yiai, who was riding a horse slowly towards the battlefield, as if he wanted to remember Fang Yiai's appearance and characteristics.
Arriving at the middle of the battlefield, Fang Yiai casually threw Sangzhanbuta's head in the direction of the Tibetan army. He also threw his trophies, Sangzhanbuta's long stick and scimitar, towards the Tubo army.
The direction of the Tang army.
As for the blood stains on Fang Yiai’s body, in order to cover up the fact that she had stayed in the woods for such a long time, and to show the intensity and hardship of this battle, Fang Yiai’s face and body were covered with Sanzhambuta’s blood.
From a distance, others couldn't tell that it was wiped on, but they really thought it was the mark left by Fang Yiai's strenuous fighting.
It would be even more perfect if Fang Yiai throws long sticks and scimitars just like the head of Sanzhambuta.
If it was easy, why didn't Fang Yiai go straight to the battlefield after coming out of the woods? This was the thought of many soldiers and young generals.
However, seeing Fang Yiai throwing the trophy with great strength, almost in front of the sergeant of the Tang Dynasty, the experienced veterans couldn't help but swallow, twitching the corners of their mouths, and all guessed that it would take such a long time.
Time is in the woods. General Fang should spend at least half of his time resting. Otherwise, why would his arm strength be so weak?
Hou Junji, who originally wanted to open his mouth to ask Fang Yiai to return to camp so that someone else could take the field, his eyes flickered, he snorted, and then closed his mouth silently.
"General Fang is indeed brave!" Han Zheng looked at Fang Yiai's figure with admiration, and then said in confusion, "But, why didn't General Hou call for a substitution? General Fang has already played two games."
Han Wei looked at Fang Yiai with admiration, reached out and slapped his son, and said, "Didn't you see how far General Fang threw the iron rod and scimitar?"
"I saw it. General Fang has extraordinary arm strength. Is this so strange?" Han Zheng touched the back of his head where he had been hit inexplicably through his helmet, and looked at Han Wei in confusion. He thought to himself,
Didn't Dad also see General Fang's natural arm strength? Why bother asking?
"You're stupid! If you fight with all your strength for two games, which takes up almost half an hour, how much physical strength will you still have? Can you throw things as far as you did when you were victorious?!" Han Wei was a little confused.
Powerless, he yelled at his son who was not paying attention.
"Yes! Why didn't I think of that!" Han Zheng looked at the long stick and scimitar that were picked up by the soldiers who ran out, and said in awe.
"Dad, you mean that General Fang was taking a rest in the woods just now?" Han Zheng realized it later and shouted to Han Wei in surprise.
Han Wei glared at his son who had just reacted, and looked at the battlefield speechlessly.
After Fang Yiai threw out the long stick and machete, she didn't hear Hou Junji's voice calling her back, so she realized that she shouldn't have thrown the things with so much force, fearing that she was just hiding in the woods.
Son, Hou Junji has seen through this.
Mentally lamenting his lack of brains, Fang Yiai looked at the Tubo military camp resignedly, wiped his sweat, and weakly called out, "Want to fight? If you want to fight, come and die! I'm still waiting to go back for lunch."
"Which general will kill this abominable young general of the Tang Dynasty on my behalf? So that I can save the face of our Tibetan warriors!" In response to Fang Yiai's weak cry, Qi Zong Nongzan was even more furious and shouted coldly.