Plane hunting

Chapter 410 Kill Kill Kill!

Huang Shaohong saw the governor's joy in driving a tank, and he didn't bother to get involved. He had experienced this kind of war scene a lot, and he no longer had the pleasure of abusing vegetables.

Just about to enter Xiangyang City to see how the battle is going, suddenly there was a sound of horns. There were still some Mongolian soldiers who were fighting to the death. Hearing the sound of the horns, they immediately gave up their attack and turned around and retreated.

The focus of Mongolia's attack on Xiangyang today is not on the Mongolian army, nor on Xiangyang's side, but on the battle between 'Emir' and Huang Shaohong.

The battle between the two 'landers of the same system' is the key to determining the outcome of today's battle!
So the 'Emir' was defeated, and the Mongolian side immediately withdrew their troops when they saw something bad, because the Mongolian coach knew very well that it was not something they could handle to defeat a god-like 'Emir'.

Besides, the land battle tank driven by the governor has already destroyed the confidence of the Mongolian army, and if it continues to fight, it will only increase casualties.

Therefore, because of this, the coach of the Mongolian side made a decisive decision and ordered the withdrawal of troops, and gathered the remnants by the way to minimize the loss.

Huang Shaohong glanced at the place where the horn sounded, and saw thousands of Mongolian soldiers in the distance, retreating quickly to the north, even the camp was gone.

Among these thousands of Mongolian soldiers, hundreds of banners can be seen in the distance, and under the tall teeth and banners, a group of armored knights are like stars arching over the moon, as if they are guarding some important people.

Don't think about the one who was defended, it must be the coach of Mongolia's attack on Xiangyang this time.

Huang Shaohong turned over and rode on Huma the Lion King, took out the Panlong Painting Halberd and held it in his hand. He wanted to try it out, what it felt like to "take the head of a general among ten thousand armies" that is often said in storytelling.

Knocking his feet lightly, the lion king flew out like flying, and rushed straight towards the Mongolian army.

Huang Shaohong kept the same speed as Jalvo, his pet, galloping to the left and right of Huma, guarding beside his master.

As one of the focal points of the battlefield, Huang Shaohong's every move naturally fell into the eyes of the Mongols.

The team of Mongolian soldiers originally carried some luggage and some Han craftsmen, but when they saw Huang Shaohong rushing, they immediately gave up all of them, lightened their loads, and accelerated their withdrawal towards the north towards Hanshui.

At the same time, the horn sounded again, someone in the group of Mongolian soldiers waved the command flag, and immediately the Mongolian cavalry who had retreated from the siege battle all chased and intercepted Huang Shaohong.

But how could their horses run past Shuma, they could only chase farther and farther.

At the same time that the group of Mongolian soldiers accelerated their retreat, hundreds of ancient soldiers separated out, turned around and rushed towards Huang Shaohong, shouting loudly.

I have to say that the Mongolian soldiers were really vicious. Although they looked at the Lion King with fear in their eyes, they still gritted their teeth and charged forward with scimitars and spears.

The two sides approached quickly, and at the moment when they met, Huang Shaohong swiped the halberd in his hand, only to hear a series of "jingling, jingling" metal collision sounds, but it was him who cut off all the weapons attacking him with a single halberd.

The sound of 'bang bang' sounded one after another, and the lion king's speed did not decrease, and directly knocked a dozen Mongolian soldiers into the air.

Huang Shaohong danced with the halberd in his hand, making rows of halberd shadows, so that within three steps of Huuma's body, no one could escape his life. Everywhere he passed, corpses were strewn all over the place, and even people and weapons were cut into two by the halberd. , Killing a bloody path.

Huma went on a rampage, rushed out of the block of hundreds of Mongolian soldiers in a few leaps, and quickly chased the Mongolian coach's team in front, leaving behind a lot of corpses.

At this time, more than [-] people from the group of Mongolian soldiers immediately stepped forward to stop him. One of them, a burly Mongolian general, screamed and rushed towards Huang Shaohong, waving the 'mace' in his hand.

You don't need to think about it to know what he is shouting, it must be a fight to the death with Huang Shaohong or something.

When the general rushed to Huang Shaohong, Huma opened his mouth and let out a 'roar of the lion king'. Although the Mongolian general was a fine horse, how could he stand up to the power of the lion king? Soft, a tripping garlic directly fell to the ground.

The Mongolian general immediately lost his balance, but before he could stabilize his body, Huang Shaohong who passed by Huang Shaohong swung a halberd from bottom to top, cutting the man and the horse in half, and the blood followed the halberd Raised high, under the reflection of the sun, it showed a different kind of bloody and poignant beauty.

The next moment, the blood mist was blown away by the wind, and the bloody smell was everywhere in the next moment.

Between swords, swords, and blood, Huang Shaohong had already rushed past. The lion king Huma galloped with all his strength, and his speed did not decrease by half among the thousands of enemy troops. The Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

But Huang Shaohong's chopping speed with the painting halberd was too fast, these Mongolian soldiers were hacked to death by him as soon as he walked by, and it was not until he rode Huma and rushed far away that the wounds of these Mongolian soldiers burst open, blood gushed out, and fell down. on the ground.

Huang Shaohong had a great time killing him, but Jalwo, who was running behind him, was extremely depressed.

The werewolf held up the metal bone knife in both hands, and wanted to charge and kill, but the bone knife was too short. Before the hand-to-hand combat, all the enemies died under the painted halberd. In desperation, they could only sprint, the werewolf was fierce His hostility is constantly rising.

Huang Shaohong rushed out of the siege, and chased after him again. This time, the pair of Mongolian soldiers stopped running, and all turned around to surround and rob him. Only hundreds of personal soldiers were left to protect their own commander. A hundred steps away, Riding on the horse and watching the battle here.

Huang Shaohong saw that the commander was no longer running away, so he was not in a hurry to kill him, and started killing the surrounding Mongolian soldiers.

This time, Jarvo finally got his wish, and fought hand-to-hand with the enemy. He himself was not afraid of attack, and his Edman steel claws were indestructible. Killing people was like chopping melons and vegetables. Although he was not as fast as Huang Shaohong, he But even more bloody.

Because this guy actually uses his teeth!

The werewolf was so excited that he hugged a Mongolian soldier and opened his mouth and bit it, tearing off a piece of his throat.

Huang Shaohong was taken aback by this action. While beheading several people with a halberd, he shouted, "Old Jia, don't turn him into a werewolf too!"

Jalvo spat out the piece of meat, grabbed the other man to death with steel claws, and then replied: "Master, don't worry, as long as I don't want him, he won't mutate!"

The two were talking and killing each other. This battle was not so much a mutual killing with the Mongolian army as a unilateral massacre. In a short period of time, more than a dozen Mongolian generals fell around Huang Shaohong's body. Soldiers suffered countless casualties.

When Huang Shaohong let go of the killing, the benefit of absorbing the vitality of the 'Panlong Painting Halberd' in his hand was reflected.

This is the incidental skill when the halberd was recreated in the 'Game World', 'It may absorb 200 points of health from the enemy when it hits, and transfer it to the caster'!
Originally, this skill was used to restore blood when people were injured in battle, but now Huang Shaohong will not be injured at all when dealing with these ordinary soldiers, so after this skill is triggered, it turns the absorbed vitality into the power of blood, making him stronger and stronger. Killing is more energetic, and there is no fatigue at all.

What's even more exaggerated is that while killing, his blood power is also continuously increasing.

This means that at the moment when he is killing, he can also increase the strength of his physical body. Although the increase is small, it is a real increase.

Think about how much his physical strength will increase if millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions of people are killed by him.

At this moment, Huang Shaohong thought of a poem circulating on the Internet, "Killing one is a crime, killing all is a hero, and killing 900 million is a hero among heroes." "

He didn't know about others, Huang Shaohong thought that he was going to slaughter 900 million, and the power of his blood would definitely increase to an unimaginable level.

As he thought about it, he worked even harder when killing people. Some people might think this kind of killing was too cruel, but Huang Shaohong had gone through many battles and had countless blood stains on his hands. Every time he would find reasons for himself to let No matter how I kill, I have a clear conscience!
Naturally, there is no need to explain when killing the Eight-Power Allied Forces, as many as you can kill are not too many.

In the Warring States Period, he killed wantonly. The reason he gave himself was that "only the unification of the world can achieve real world peace". This reason is very good and powerful. Whether others believe it or not, he believes it anyway.

As for killing the Mongol Tartars now, Huang Shaohong didn’t even need to find a reason. Each of these people’s hands were stained with the blood of the Han people. Only grenades!

Just when he was in high spirits, a big lama behind the Mongolian commander galloped forward. It was Jinlun Dharma King.

He only heard him shouting loudly: "Master Jingjing, as long as you take refuge in Mongolia, our prince can present himself as the queen and make you king!"

Huang Shaohong laughed loudly: "Don't say that your eldest queen made me king, even if she married me upside down, I would think she is ugly!" While speaking, more than ten people fell under his halberd.

The prince was furious, and ordered a few times to the golden wheel, and the big lama said loudly: "The prince has an order. Whoever kills this person will be made the head of ten thousand households, rewarded with a thousand taels, a thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred beauties!"

"Kill!" When he shouted, the morale of the Mongolian soldiers who were a little afraid of Huang Shaohong were all red.

They knew that the prince was behind them, and there was no way to retreat today, but now they had to die or kill the person in front of them, and they could fight for a rich family.

And they still have a hope in their hearts, that is, to delay for a while, and when the iron cavalry who attacked Xiangyang withdraw, they will kill this man even with a pile of heads.

At this moment, the Mongolian army and horses suddenly scattered one after another. An old lame man charged in with his left hand on an iron crutch and his right hand wielding a hammer, and shouted at Huang Shaohong:
"Heroes rush out, I'll cut off the rear for you."

Sitting on Huuma, Huang Shaohong looked at the image of the old cripple, and instantly remembered who this person was, and immediately asked, "Are you Huang Yaoshi's disciple Feng Mofeng?"

The man was taken aback when he heard the words: "Do you know the teacher?"

This person is Feng Mofeng. Like the original book, he was plundered by the Mongolian army because he was a blacksmith, and he specialized in making weapons.

He is a disciple of Dongxie, so he is naturally unwilling to submit. He has nothing to do with assassinating a Tartar general in the army, and he has a good life.

When the Mongolian coach retreated just now, these craftsmen were first rolled up and walked together, and when Huang Shaohong caught up, they were abandoned together with the food, grass and luggage.

The other craftsmen fled in all directions, but Feng Mofeng's blood boiled instantly when he saw Huang Shaohong, who was constantly killing and coming and going. He wanted to watch the other party kill the Mongolian prince before leaving.

When Huang Shaohong stopped to kill, Feng Mofeng thought he was surrounded and couldn't get out, gritted his teeth, rushed over with a hammer and crutches in hand, trying to rescue him.

As a result, he came from behind, and the Mongolian soldiers were all focused on Huang Shaohong. No one noticed him. The big hammer was so powerful that it danced like a whistling wind. Bloody Road broke in.

But even so, he suffered a lot of injuries, and the clothes on his body were almost stained red with blood, especially when he heard Huang Shaohong mentioning Huang Yaoshi, he froze for a moment.

It didn't matter if he was stunned, the movement of his hands was half a beat slow, and he was slashed on the back by a Mongolian soldier beside him, directly cutting a half-foot-long gash, dripping with blood.

However, Feng Mofeng didn't even hum, and smashed the man to death with a hammer back, and then laughed at himself: "I haven't done it for decades, and my martial arts are unfamiliar. I'm ashamed of Master and the old man!"

"Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi's disciple?" Jinlun Fawang's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand behind him: "Go and capture that man alive!"

Immediately behind him rushed out a few big lamas, as well as some strangely dressed figures from the Jianghu, who also used their lightness kung fu to rush into the battle formation and rushed towards Feng Mofeng.

Huang Shaohong naturally saw what Jinlun Fawang was up to, he must have captured Feng Mofeng and threatened him to let the Mongolian prince leave.

Now that he has seen through how he will let the opponent succeed, after a whistle, a huge two-headed Chimera appeared above everyone's heads.

After the Chimera appeared, one of the heads opened its mouth to those big lamas, and there was a chain of lightning.

After the bolt of lightning struck, he walked around the crowd with those lamas as the center, and in the next moment, including those lamas, a dozen people fell down with charred bodies, and then the blue smoke rose. Suddenly, there was a smell of burnt meat all around.

The other head of the Chimera was facing those strangely dressed Jianghu characters, and it just spewed out a breath of cold air. When looking at those martial arts masters, although they were not frozen to death, all of them had white eyebrows and covered their faces. Frost, limbs are stiff, not to mention fighting, even walking is strenuous.

Huang Shaohong rode Huuma to kill them, and swept the army with his painted halberd, heads flying all over the place, and they were all accounted for in an instant.

He rushed to Feng Mofeng's side, stretched out his hand, lifted him behind him, let him sit on Huma's body, and said with a smile: "Tiejiang Feng, you don't need to kill these people, just watch the fun!"

Huang Shaohong found that there were more and more Mongolian soldiers besieging him. Obviously, those soldiers who attacked Xiangyang began to retreat one after another. Knowing that it was not too late, he urged the lion king to rush out of the siege, and killed the prince and the golden wheel not far away. past.

Seeing him rushing over, Jin Lun knew it was not good, and shouted: "My lord, go!"

After speaking, he turned the horse's head, grabbed the prince's body, and rode away amidst the exclamation of the guards.

'Om' An ear-piercing sound of piercing the air sounded from behind. As expected of the Tibetan Dharma King and Martial Arts Master, Jinlun reached out and pressed the saddle, and jumped up directly holding the Mongolian prince.

The moment he left the saddle, a coiling dragon painting halberd flew from behind and directly nailed the horse Jin Lun was riding to the ground.

Before the golden wheel fell to the ground, Huuma had already rushed forward. Huang Shaohong grabbed the handle of the painting halberd, threw the horse out with a shake of his hands, and then slashed the halberd blade towards the golden wheel in mid-air.

"The Taoist priest is merciful."

Jinlun raised his breath in mid-air, trying to change direction to avoid the attack, and at the same time begged for mercy, but the speed of drawing the halberd was too fast, if he was alone, he would still have the power to fight, and now he is holding a Mongolian prince, which has affected himself Regardless of speed, even if you want to counterattack or resist, you can't.

King Jinlun Fawang hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a pain in his leg. His left calf had left his body and flew out. He hugged the prince and landed heavily on the ground, feeling the true energy carried by the other party's halberd. It rushed into the meridian of his broken leg and destroyed it crazily, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of old blood in an instant.

At this time, Huang Shaohong realized that the prince was only a young man of 25 or [-] years old. Although he was young, he had an extraordinary bearing, and he was not afraid of danger, and he was looking at himself with burning eyes.

At the same time, he said: "Your Excellency is such a hero, why should you sacrifice your life for Song Dynasty?"

Huang Shaohong didn't wait for him to finish, and asked, "Are you Meng Ge or Kublai Khan?"

The prince didn't answer, and continued: "As long as you join me in Mongolia, we can promise you anything."

Huang Shaohong frowned slightly: "Forget it, whoever you are?" With a flick of the halberd, it had already passed across the opponent's neck, raised his head high, and grabbed it in his hands.

At this time Feng Mofeng suddenly said behind him: "He is Kublai Khan, the fourth Mongolian king!"

Huang Shaohong smiled when he heard the words: "Then go kill Mengge another day, and let their brothers reunite." After speaking of the whereabouts of the halberd, he killed the crippled Jinlun on the spot, then turned around the lion king, and faced Mongolia's defeated soldiers, Fu went back to Xiangyang and killed him.

(End of this chapter)