Chapter 220 Strange Middle-aged

Due to excessive blood loss, No. 51 has already become muddle-headed. It has persisted for so long only for the belief in his heart. For the figure in the distance, from the moment he followed Jia Rong, from the moment he chose Jia Rong, he has never regretted it. He had nothing before. He could sacrifice everything he has now for No. 1 .

Even if it is not for the task, he is willing to sacrifice for Jia Rong. Not only he, this is the mainstream thought in the Xiliang army. There has never been a master who will treat his soldiers as brothers, and Jia Rong is an exception.

As soon as he fell to the ground, he was attacked by nearly ten weapons. In the blink of an eye, he was completely different. The hero's ending was tragic.

The death of No. 51 stimulated several Xiliang soldiers around him, and his eyes were red to kill the soldiers who were several times more than his own.

Cheng Yin pulled a wisp of cloth from his robe, wrapped it tightly around his injured legs, and looked at these trapped soldiers in surprise. For a moment, Cheng Yin felt very admired their courage. He put them on the soldiers behind him. I'm afraid he would have turned around and fled long ago. Even if he was brave, he couldn't change the situation, just for a moment. The soldiers brought on the 51st have died, and the rest are also out of breath, with wounds on their bodies.

He bent down and picked up the No. 51 sword knife. Cheng Yin's face showed joy. The sword in his hand had long been cut all over his body, but this knife is still sharp. The general's favorite weapon and horse. The lone wolf's weapons are made of good iron, which belongs to the upper level of weapons, and it is not too much to call it a treasure knife.

Zhang Zhi has changed from his previous advantage to bitter support. No matter how powerful dozens of people are, they can't fight against the three hundred dead men who are not afraid of death. When Jia Rong ordered to get closer to the gate, he was still fighting tenaciously. Up to now, he has no less than five wounds on his body. Although he is not seriously injured, he is gradually devouring his life. The armor of the robe was stained with a layer of blood. I don't know if it was the enemy or my own.

Turning around and took a look at the figure, Zhang Zhi's eyes suddenly became extremely resolute. The sword in his hand did not have superfluous moves to get the key points of the enemy. At the moment of life and death, the potential of the body will be stimulated to the greatest extent. Zhang Zhi is the best among the lone wolves. His martial arts is superhuman, and he is the same as the enemy. After fighting for so long, he had been exhausted, but the moment he saw Jia Rong constantly organizing soldiers, he found that his body was full of strength.

Zhang Zhi is one of Jia Rong's first followers. He has been tossing and turning for many years. No matter how critical the moment is, he never thought of giving up. When he ran for the lonely wolf, he tried his best. For Jia Rong, he could sacrifice everything. As an orphan since he was a child, he got too much warmth from Jia Rong and got it from his robes. What I didn't have before.

With the intention to die, Zhang Zhi only pays attention to attack but not defense. The lone wolf soldiers are all brave people. Seeing that Zhang Zhi is like this, they follow suit and suppress the attack of the dead for a while

Their hands holding weapons trembled slightly because of the long wave, and the casualties of the Xiliang Army were gradually increasing.

Jia Rong looked around the battlefield and found that Zhang Zhi, who was not far away, was surrounded. Without unnecessary words, he ordered a few words to Ula and led dozens of cavalry to kill in the direction of Zhang Zhi.

The left arm that had just stopped the wound overflowed with blood again. Jia Rong gritted his teeth and leaned over the horse's back, with the bumps of the war horse.

It is also the Xiliang Army. Under the leadership of different generals, its combat effectiveness is not the same. The cavalry led by Jia Rong is like a group of wolves from the grassland. The offensive is sharp. When the enemies along the way see the bravery of the enemy, they dodged one after another, directly opening a straight road for Jia Rong.

When Jia Rong led the army to kill Zhang Zhi, Zhang Zhiye had reached the point of drying up. Mechanical knives one knife after another, regardless of the injuries on his body. The same is true of the soldiers around Zhang Zhi. The cavalry became infantry, which still became an obstacle for the enemy to move forward.

The armor on Zhang Zhi's body has already been scarred, and there is only one wisp of the robe behind him, drifting in the wind.

Jia Rong felt a sore nose and shouted, "Zhang Zhi, get on the horse quickly!"

There was a glow in his straight eyes, and his lips trembling a few times, "General!" After saying that, Zhang Zhi's tears unexpectedly flowed down.

Jia Rong led dozens of cavalry to join, and the attack of the dead was temporarily suppressed.

Zhang Zhi tried to climb on the horse. This war horse has been following Zhang Zhi for two years, and they have a deep relationship with each other.

Dozens of cavalry went away, and dozens of dead men who came to chase were killed by a crossbow arrow. The avoidance of the enemy along the way made Jia Rong lead the cavalry to escape easily. The distance gradually expanded. Although the dead men were difficult to deal with, they could not catch up with the pace of the cavalry.

Jia Rong led the remaining soldiers to fight and retreat, all the way to the East Gate. Although there were many soldiers in the Chengqiu Department, he had no choice.

"Cheng Yin, you immediately lead the soldiers to the East Gate. Be sure to guard it. No one is allowed to open the gate. If there is any abnormality, cut it first and play later!" Cheng Qiu said coldly.

After Cheng Yinying agreed, he hurriedly left with all the people in the headquarters.

The soldiers of Chengqiu's department tightly bit the soldiers of Jia Rong's department. It was like cowhide candy and could not be thrown off.

and fight and retreat, and the speed of retreat is extremely slow.

As long as there is time, the lone wolf soldiers around him will come for a while. There is no need to aim at all. More than 50 crossbows can always take away the lives of 30 or 40 enemy troops at a time. In the long time, the enemies who come to chase have become a little cring. When they see Jia Rong waving his sword, they immediately drilled into the back of the camp, and the soldiers in the rear are obviously not If you want to get in close contact with the crossbow, you are also in a hurry to drill behind you. The real death is not terrible. The unknown death is the most frightening. The sharp crossbow arrow breaks their mind of chasing the enemy.

The distance between the two sides was gradually expanded, but Cheng Qiu did not have any worries. After guarding the gate, Jia Rong and his party had to stop.

At this time, a team of about 50 people appeared in the direction of Jia Rong's retreat, with a uniform sword robe. There was no tight package of soldiers on the battlefield. Looking at it from a distance, it made people feel a trace of freedom.

At a glance, Jia Rong found the extraordinary of these people. They are martial artists. The fifty warriors may not even be able to raise a wave on the battlefield, but it is undoubtedly fatal to appear in the rear of the army at this time. Within a narrow range, the strength of the warriors can be maximized, and it is not difficult to take the enemy's head. .

Without too many words, the two sides immediately fought, and the retreat was blocked. The Xiliang army did not panic as the enemy imagined. The 1,000 soldiers who followed Jia Rong at the beginning were all elites of the Xiliang Army who respected Jia Rong. They had encountered a worse situation than this.

The martial artist's attack is completely different. They pursue personal strength and have no concept of cooperation. In other words, they are better at fighting alone but not good at fighting in groups.

These erratic techniques caught the soldiers of the Xiliang Army off guard. The horses could not hit each other. They could easily dodge the knives and guns. When the weapons reached their hands, they were like spiritual snakes, illusory but with amazing power.

As soon as they fought, several soldiers of the Xiliang Army were traumatized to varying degrees. The wounds were all on their legs. The cavalry of the Xiliang Army were all armored. Ordinary arrows and knives were not easy to penetrate at all, and there was no strict protection on the legs.

An inch long and an inch strong is the situation on the battlefield, which is obviously not suitable for these martial arts masters in front of them.

Jia Rong frowned, and the other party's 50 people abruptly stopped their retreat.

Jia Rong had already had a panoramic view of the cringing appearance of the pursuers in the rear, and led the lone wolf soldiers to quietly move to the front row, "Fly shoot arrows!" Before Jia Rong finished his words, more than 50 crossbows roared towards the warriors.

The sound of "Puff" and "Ding Ding" are endless. The six knowledge of the warriors are far beyond ordinary people. These crossbows are fatal to ordinary soldiers, but they are not enough to threaten them. Even so, this crossbow still took the lives of five warriors, and seven or eight people were injured, which made the warriors' sharp attack. The life was blocked.

Jia Rong snorted coldly and quietly looked at the warriors in front of him. The middle-aged man among the warriors attracted Jia Rong's attention. His slender figure, windless in white clothes, and the sword at his waist was also a little longer than that of ordinary people. Among these warriors, he gave Jia Rong a taste of standing out from the crowd.

The middle-aged man seemed to feel something. He suddenly opened his closed eyes and looked coldly at Jia Rong, who was looking at him.

Jia Rong was not a kind-hearted person. He found the local leader. The sword pointed in the direction of the middle-aged man and ordered, "Let's shoot an arrow!"

When the crossbow was about to shoot at the middle-aged man, he finally moved. The reason why it was that the middle-aged man had been coldly watching Jia Rong order to release the arrow, staring at the roaring arrow indifferently. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he even suspected that he was a puppet.

The middle-aged man moved, motionless like a clock, and the spirit was like a cunning rabbit. Jia Rong found that this idiom was too suitable for middle-aged people.

After the sound of "ping-pong", the middle-aged man was still standing in place, but his clothes were shot through a hole by a crossbow, and several warriors around him were shot.

Jia Rong took a breath of cold air. This man is a first-class master. He can stand under such a dense crossbow. What kind of ability does he need? He keeps playing drums in his heart. Jia Rong found that he has the idea of retreating without fighting. The strength of both sides is not at the same level at all. Only with the hand of middle-aged people, his own life. Luck is worrying. If he wants to take his own life, isn't it as simple as exploring and taking things?

This crossbow also angered the middle-aged, and he killed Jia Rong with a sword.

Several cavalrymen immediately rushed forward to meet the middle-aged. The ghostly body made the cavalry's fierce attacks fall in the air. More and more cavalry rushed to the middle-aged people, but still could not stop the middle-aged's progress. He never retreated. No matter how dense the attack was, the middle-aged could always find a foothold.

It is not so much appreciation for middle-aged people to see middle-aged people fighting. His every move contains a unique charm and gives people a natural feeling.

A new week has begun. Let's work hard together!