Dongzhang in the God Sculpture

Dong Zhang paced towards more than a hundred Mongolian soldiers, his eyes were more serious than ever before.

Go faster and faster, go faster and faster.

Gradually, he began to run with all his strength, and under the command of the leader, the cavalry on the opposite side had already started to move their bows and arrows up the arc in an orderly manner, and waited for Dongzhang to enter the limited range to start shooting arrows.

In a one-to-many situation, Dongzhang would not distance himself from them, let alone a well-trained army, it was pure courting death.

You can only go into the flock and start a close combat with them, making their long-range attacks useless.

At this time, Dongzhang has already shortened the distance between each other quickly like an arrow that leaves the string.

"put!"

shhhhhhhhhh! !

As soon as Dongzhang stepped into the attack range, following the order of the Mongolian soldier leader, the sky was densely covered by arrow rain, making people suffocated, and the huge pressure made people breathless.

The galloping Dongzhang kicked away a corpse of a Mongolian soldier by the side of the road with his toes, and when the rain of arrows was about to arrive, he rushed forward to grab the corpse with one hand, bowed close to the ground and rushed towards the soldier.

Swish Swish Swish! ! !

Strong sharp arrows nailed Dongzhang's surroundings, and the corpse in his hand was like a hedgehog covered in arrows, and even a few arrows with strong penetrating power penetrated the corpse. The tip of the arrow hit Dongzhang's arm.

After one round of attacking, Dongzhang was able to maximize his speed and shortened the distance by a lot in an instant, but at this moment the second round of arrow rain came.

shhhhhhhh! !

The rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun arrived as promised, and the corpse in Dongzhang's hands had been nailed so badly that even Dongzhang's exposed thighs and arms were grazed by the sharp arrows, bringing out pieces of blood. blood flower.

Even so, such a high-intensity battle did not make the forward Dongzhang feel too much turmoil in his heart. His face became more and more calm, his eyes were terribly indifferent, and he only remembered the distance between them in his heart.

After the second round of attacks, Dongzhang had narrowed the distance between each other to the point that bows and arrows were useless, and without hesitation he threw away the body full of arrows in his hands. Dongzhang held the sword handle behind his waist with his right hand Store up to [-] points of strength.

In the process of running with their backs bent, they speeded up instantly, and all the Mongolian soldiers also drew their scimitars and beat their horses to the east.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

When the two soldiers met, Dongzhang slid and cut off the legs of the leading horse, hissing hissing hissing!

The horse fell to the ground with a mournful cry, Dong Zhang quickly chopped off the head of the Mongolian soldier on the horse's back, and then penetrated into the dense pile of Mongolian soldiers, regardless of whether it was a horse or a Mongolian soldier, as long as it was a flesh and blood body. Sword away.

It caused a lot of confusion, the people outside couldn't squeeze in, and the people inside couldn't catch the loach-like Dongzhang. They wanted to draw bows and shoot arrows but were afraid of accidentally injuring their teammates.

He could only keep beating horses around and shouting and cursing, Dongzhang in the crowd was like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep, never standing still for more than two seconds, and immediately changed the place after the beheading.

The combined attack technique of many Mongolian soldiers was a little helpless. Seeing that Dongzhang was like a cunning loach, he cut down many soldiers with his sword east and west.

The leader of the Mongolian army opened his eyes wide and raised his breath and shouted: "All generals obey orders! Get off your horse!"

With this order, everyone cheered and abandoned their horses to fight.

Without the horse as an obstacle cover, the pressure on Dongzhang in the crowd doubled instantly.

Countless scimitars around him were waving densely towards him, and Dongzhang, who had no solution, could only grab a Mongolian soldier around him and pull the sabers over, and then moved back out of the encirclement. Afterimage.

No one can survive Dongzhang's sword strike. As long as they are close to each other, they will die without knowing why. The speed of the sword is really too fast. Before they can react, Dongzhang's sword has been swept across the throat , Startled speechless.

Seeing the teammates who fell one by one, the Meng soldiers around were also fighting bloody, all of them with red eyes were desperately slashing towards Dongzhang with a knife, the so-called two fists are no match for four hands.

What's more, Dongzhang is facing a hundred elite soldiers at this time, and injuries are inevitable. His body, hands, and legs are all covered with knife wounds and sword wounds, his clothes have been chopped to tatters, his hair is already messy, half Zhang's face was covered with scalding blood, whether it was his own or the enemy's, it was so bloody that Dong Zhang's eyes were red.

Even though his eyes were swollen with discomfort, Dongzhang didn't dare to blink at all. He was already in a life-and-death situation, and there was no room for him to relax. The light of the saber splashed everywhere, and the long sword full of zhenqi was already covered with many gaps.

The trapped Mongolian soldiers are rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Dongzhang in the encirclement is no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. The violent chest rise and fall, and the sound of violently panting breathing all reveal that the load on Dongzhang's body has also reached up the apex.

At this moment, Dongzhang strangled a terrified Mongolian soldier in front of him, his left hand held his neck, and his right hand pointed the long sword at the surrounding people. His face covered with bright red blood looked like a Shura returning from hell.

The corpses of the Mongolian soldiers were piled up densely and densely around the feet. After a short breath, Dongzhang stared at the Mongolian soldiers who were too frightened to step forward and said softly:

"Come on, let's continue."

After finishing speaking, Meng Bing's face full of gaps in despair cut across his throat, the long sword cut across his skin, and the piercing sound of teeth grinding made people get goosebumps all over.

Throwing away the Mongolian soldier covering his neck and kicking his legs straight, Dongzhang raised his sword and continued walking towards the surrounding crowd.

There was another sound of clashing swords, shouts of killing, begging for mercy, and cursing, playing a unique symphony in this plain.

The summer wind blows, and the geese pass silently.

At this moment, a few war horses mourned in front of their dead masters on the plain, and there were broken limbs everywhere, and the scarlet blood stained the brown land, which looked like a Shura field from a distance.

A heavily panting body stood in the sea of ​​corpses and blood for a long time without moving. Apart from this figure, there were dead and wounded Mongolian soldiers on the ground.

Because of the serious loss of strength, the right hand holding the long sword was still shaking violently. Dongzhang pierced the long sword straight into the ground, panting like a cow, and raised his hand to tie the messy hair back behind his head.

Then he drew his sword and walked towards the entrance of the forest in a nonchalant manner.

Gao Dameng Bing, who was saved by Dongzhang, looked at the blood-stained boy pacing up with a sword in his eyes, his eyes tearing open, and he murmured to himself in panic:

"Devil, devil, you are a devil!"

When he came to Gao Dameng Bing, Dongzhang was still trembling with his sword-holding right hand pointing at the frightened Meng Bing and said with a smile:

"Look, I won."

"Devil, you are not human, you are a devil, you are a devil!"

Ignoring Meng Bing, who was already somewhat insane, Dongzhang bent down to pick up the bank notes on the ground, and let out a soft breath:

"I'm so tired."

"You can die now."

Under Gao Damengbing's terrified gaze, Dongzhang's long sword pierced his throat.

In his desperate eyes, he walked into the woods alone...