The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 183
Swinging a heavy hammer with huge force, Yan Qing retreated on horseback, dodged sideways, avoided the heavy hammer, and then swung his spear, slipped past the hammer body like a snake, and slammed on Dotulu's wrist!

However, the force enough to overturn an adult was drawn on Dotulu's wrist, but it made Yan Qing feel as if he was drawn on a huge boulder like a mountain, and he remained motionless.

"Humph!"

Dotulu snorted coldly, put aside his horse and backed away from the red makeup who was fighting with the surrounding soldiers, stretched out his arms, pinched his hammers, and went straight to Yan Qing's head.

Yan Qing's eyes sharpened, the barrel of the gun twisted, and the sharp blade of the gun turned, immediately drawing a deep gash on Dotulu's wrist.

The blood sprayed out instantly, but Dotulu seemed to be fine. The pair of giant hammers were fast and steady, and they were not affected at all.

Yan Qing turned around, not wanting to head-on with the heavy hammer, but Dotulu relentlessly chased him up, up and down, left and right, blocking Yan Qing's dodging space.

Even if Yan Qing could avoid this blow, the war horse under her would certainly not be able to escape.

Among the chaotic army, cavalry confronted each other. If they fell off their horses, they would most likely die under the chaotic hooves of the horses.

The mountain-like man on the opposite side is not as reckless as he looks on the outside.

Unavoidable, the tip of Yan Qing's spear plunged downwards into the ground, and he flew up suddenly, stepping heavily on the sledgehammer, using the spear as a support, and twisted Dotulu's body. Wounded right hand.

Huge force crushed on Dotulu's wound, and Dotulu let out a muffled grunt, and the hand that raised the hammer lost all strength.

But Yan Qing took the opportunity to bully Duo Tulu with his whole body, and reached forward with one hand, a cold light suddenly appeared in his hand, and directly grabbed Duo Tulu's bruised neck!

Duotulu's expression changed, he bent his back suddenly, avoiding the fatal blow, and at the same time swung his left hammer, hitting Yan Qing from behind.

Yan Qing was in the air, and it was too late to change his figure.

Duotulu was even more like a dead fish, using his head as a hammer, and head-on towards Yan Qing!

Between the lightning and the flint, a crimson shadow emerged from behind Yan Qing like a ghost, and the soft sword like a ribbon gleamed coldly, wrapping around Dotulu's left arm suddenly.

A cold light flashed past, blood splashed everywhere, and the huge heavy hammer was cut off from Duo Tulu's entire forearm and flew away!
Before anyone could see that ghostly figure, it got mixed into the chaotic army and fought with the soldiers, it was hard to tell who was who.

Dotulu, who lost his left arm, didn't have time to pay attention to this fleeting ghost.

Under the severe pain, Duo Tulu froze all over, and with a cry of pain, the head hammer was even slower by half a step.

However, there was a moment of delay in the blink of an eye, but Yan Qing seized the opportunity and sealed his throat with a knife!

Twisting the barrel of the gun and kicking Dotulu away, Yan Qing went straight to Dotulu's horse, swung his spear in a circle around his body, forced all the soldiers who were approaching to retreat, and lifted the reins, Eagle-like eyes locked onto Wen Zhemao who was retreating behind the enemy.

The Xirong army, which had been beheaded by two generals one after another, took a look at Yan Qing, who was holding a gun in the open space where the bones were piled up like a god, and then at the coach who retreated, his fighting spirit suddenly weakened, and fear and resentment were crushed in his heart. Unlimited magnification.

The morale of the Yan family's army rose sharply, and they quickly pushed back the Xirong army in front of them, rushing to the front of Yan Qing and the others.

The city gate is right in front of you, and Wen Zhemao has already held Mashaduo hostage and retreated into the city.

Once he escaped from the dense army formation and got into the messy residential alleys, it would be extremely difficult to catch him.

Wen Zhemao obviously thought so, so after retreating into the city gate, he laid down thousands of troops and gave Yan Qing a provocative look.

Yan Qing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly shouted: "Kill!"

The members of the Yan family's army, who were already fighting high, felt their blood rushing up with this imposing shout.

"kill!"

The shocking shouts echoed Yan Qing, making the Xi Rong army even more panic-stricken, and the formation of the entire army began to become chaotic.

Wen Zhemao was engulfed in the rebellious army, originally he was full of ambitions and wanted to let people go up to die, use numbers to kill Yan Qing and others, and shoot Yan Qing himself while taking advantage of the chaos.

But he didn't expect that after Yan Qing killed the two generals of Xirong, he was not aggressive, but just shouted angrily, which shocked the Xirong army.

"Go up!"

Wen Zhemao yelled angrily at the retreating Xi Rong soldiers, "Whoever takes another step back, I will cut off his head right now!"

While speaking, Wen Zhemao drew his sword and chopped off a retreating Xijun soldier.

Unexpectedly, the Xi Rong soldiers, who were already dissatisfied with Wen Zhemao, immediately turned against him, and surrounded Wen Zhemao with killing intent in their eyes.

Inside the city gate, the suspected mutiny in the Xirong army did not affect the Yan family army charging outside the city gate at all.

Yan Qing took the lead and charged into the enemy's formation.

Wen Zhemao took a look at Yan Qing who was leading the people into the city gate, and wanted to retreat, but the way out was blocked by the unfriendly Xibing soldiers.

Wen Zhemao was furious, grabbed Mashaduo's neck, and threatened the surrounding soldiers who aimed their weapons at him with his eyes wide open: "If you don't want her to die, kill them! Don't forget how many of them you killed, Bloody enmity, even if you surrender, it will still be death!"

The Xi Rong soldiers around hesitated a little, but Yan Qing was almost in front of him.

Wen Zhemao became ruthless, and tightened his grip on Ma Shaduo's neck: "If you don't do anything, are you waiting to die?!"

Ma Shaduo's breathing was stagnant, but she suddenly grabbed Wen Zhemao's waist and shirt.

Wen Zhemao, who was in a hurry to force the Western soldiers to fight the enemy, didn't care much about it.

After a short period of hesitation, the Xi Rong soldiers behind him finally compromised and rushed forward. With a large number of people, they stopped the overwhelming Yan Qing and others.

Seeing this, Wen Zhemao heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of Mashaduo's hand, and was about to continue to retreat, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he looked down at Mashaduo who was gnashing his teeth and staring at him in disbelief.

Ma Shaduo's eyes were red, her red lips were biting tightly, and her eyes were full of crazy hatred.

She suddenly pulled out the dagger that had been pierced into Wen Zhemao's waist, and when Wen Zhemao reacted and slashed at her with a sword, she directly received a sword with her arm, but turned around and stabbed Wen Zhemao's heart with her backhand!
Wen Zhemao's pupils shrank.

Still puzzled, Mashaduo pulled out the dagger, and stabbed Wen Zhemao's heart a few more times.

The blood splashed all over her body, scorching hot, reflected the madness in her eyes, and shocked the surrounding Xibing soldiers who were on guard.

Wen Zhemao opened his mouth, and blood gushed out of his mouth immediately.

The sounds as thin as mosquitoes and ants flowed out of Wen Zhemao's mouth along with the blood, which was indistinct.

Ma Shaduo stabbed Wen Zhemao again with a blank face.

Wen Zhemao's murmured lips stopped moving, but suddenly stared at her and bent the corners of his lips, even his brows and eyes softened, as if he was finally relieved, relieved from a heavy burden.

A look of disgust flashed across Ma Shaduo's eyes, and with a flick of her sleeves, she pushed Wen Zhemao off the horse, who was breathless, and turned to look at Yan Qing and the others who came in.

(End of this chapter)