The short old man didn't care about the deaths of the two people. He turned his body, and his feet kicked up a cloud of yellow sand and dust on the ground. In the blurry vision, the old man's hand that was holding the spear flew out a sinister hidden weapon that he was famous for. A white light also flew out from the palm of the hand that was originally on his chest. After two light tinkling sounds, the motionless Hsu Fengnian grabbed the old man's head with one hand and slowly lifted it up. The old man, whose mouth was tightly shut, didn't struggle at all. He smiled ferociously at the young man in front of him and spat out the real killing move hidden under his tongue!
The thin old man, who had spent his whole life to learn half of the Finger Mysterious Realm, had the tip of his tongue as the tip of his sword. Therefore, he had the nickname "Sword Spitting Elder" in the Jianghu and Diabolism of Beimang. Countless masters of the same realm had died under his unexpected "one" flying sword. Unfortunately, before the old man died, he saw an incredible scene. The half-inch flying sword that he had nurtured for many years hovered in the air between the two people. Before the old man's head was pressed down by Hsu Fengnian and turned into a pile of meat paste, he could vaguely see that there was a real flying sword in front of his half-baked flying sword.
The saber master, who was sent flying by Hsu Fengnian but was surprised to find that he wasn't seriously injured, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest before he could sigh with emotion. After falling to the ground, he found that there was a crossbow arrow that was almost as big as an iron spear in his chest.
On the city wall of Hutou City, a crossbowman fiercely slapped the back of the head of the ballista leader who was sweating in fear. The ballista leader, who had been paying attention to the situation below the city wall, said angrily, "Damn it, Jiang Wensheng! Are you a spy sent by the barbarians of Beimang? It's fine if you can't shoot the enemy, but how come you almost hurt our prince?! Just four or five steps away! Do you still want to be a crossbowman? Alright, scram to the side. I'll do it myself! "
The crossbowman from Hutou City named Jiang Wensheng was young, but because of his outstanding eyesight and amazing eyesight, he had already been ranked as one of the most valiant crossbowmen in the border army. At this moment, he had a long face and did not even dare to fart. The head of the standard was about to push away the little bastard who had almost caused trouble, but when he saw the hastily bandaged wound on the young man's face, he stopped. Half a month ago, a Beimang barbarian archer shot an arrow into his cheek. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, but the arrowhead still tore off a large chunk of his flesh. These days, he had been laughed at by the other people in the competition. They said that he was ugly to begin with, and now that his face was disfigured, it would be even harder for him to find a wife. The head of the standard was severely lacking in manpower, so he didn't pretentiously ask the kid if he could continue shooting crossbows. Jiang Wensheng also didn't embarrass them, so he gritted his teeth and never left the city wall. However, the head of the standard knew that the young man couldn't sleep well even after taking turns to rest and sleep. Such a large chunk of flesh had been cut off from his face, how could it not hurt?
At this time, a crossbowman shouted with all his might, "Head of the standard, look!"
It wasn't just the standard. The crossbowmen nearby all opened their eyes wide.
In the distance, the figure on the battlefield put away his cold knife and pulled out the arrow from the corpse on the ground. It was as if he was going to use it as a metal spear to continue attacking the enemy.
The crossbowmen near the city wall were resentful. Son of a b * tch, the standard was really going to be arrogant today!
The head of the standard chuckled and slapped Jiang Wensheng's head again. "Does it still hurt?"
The young soldier grinned and accidentally pulled on his wound. He immediately grimaced, smiling brightly as he gasped, "Hurt my ass!"
The head of the standard looked around and roared, "What are you daydreaming about! When the enemy is two hundred steps away, the arcuballistas are still the same. The rest of you, switch to foot crossbows! Just ride the Northern Mang barbarians like they're riding girls! "
On the battlefield, Hsu Fengnian raised the arrow and looked forward.
Further away, Dong Zhuo narrowed his eyes, his face dark. It was normal for people to die, especially with Hsu Fengnian personally taking action. As the king of the southern courtyard, he didn't feel any pain when a few Jianghu experts died. However, if the death was less valuable than expected, if it was in the imperial court and not on the battlefield, then Fatty Dong would definitely jump up and curse. The young wife beside him, who liked to compete with the noble wife, frowned and said softly, "It's not that sending them in batches to be killed by Xu is ineffective, but they might not be able to last until Tuoba Bodhisattva arrives. It's best if husband withdraws to the rear and let those Level One experts, especially those at the Finger Profound Realm, attack together. They only need to harass from the side and not engage in close combat. They can cut flesh with blunt knives and slowly wear them down."
Dong Zhuo shook his head slightly and said with a sinister smile, "They won't come to the table if we don't give them a few appetizers first. Besides, it's fine if Hsu Fengnian doesn't want to come to the table. Since he killed one of my experts today, I'll let Hutou City move away a hundred more corpses today. Let's see whose patience and temper are better. I, Master Dong, have a big family and a big business. I can afford to fight! "
Dong Zhuo suddenly turned his head and said sternly, "Pass down the order! Let Cui Hong lead another fifteen thousand soldiers to form a formation and advance. At the same time, tell the three Generals on the frontlines that in today's attack, they are only allowed to retreat after every thousand casualties! Send out sabersmen to supervise the battle. Anyone who dares to retreat without permission will be killed! After the battle, punish their families and tribes! "
Soon, the Dong Family Army's crow pen went to convey the military order.
Dong Zhuo tapped his teeth and said softly, "If they have the ability, let me order them to retreat only after every thousand casualties."
Her scalp went numb. She asked in a trembling voice, "Husband, isn't this too extreme?"
Dong Zhuo snorted and said in a deep voice, "As long as we cross the threshold of Hutou City, then the main army under my command will be able to challenge Beiliang's three hundred thousand border soldiers."
If they went one step further, as long as they crossed Beiliang and smashed the Xu family's Iron Cavalry, there would be no other army in the world that could compete with his Dong Family Army. If one more person died here today, then maybe ten fewer people would die in the Central Plains of Liyang. This account was worth it!
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