Yan all over the world

Chapter 214 I Don’t Believe in Acacia and I’m Puzzled (1)
Even I myself don't know why I stay here, I don't want to admit it, I am because of that slender figure, standing under the moon, the young man playing the flute in the middle of the night.

Ayou, it seems that it has been a year since you and I first arrived in Lintao Mansion. If you promised, does it still count?

When will you figure it out?Or, you don't want to unblock me at all, you just want to see me wandering in the world in such a daze?
With your ability, you must be in control of my whereabouts, but you haven't appeared for a long time, and your resentment really hasn't disappeared?
I looked at those sleeping faces in a daze, thinking that maybe tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, they will die, with incomplete corpses, broken limbs and broken arms, lying between the loess and black sky, and the generals who are busy fighting and plundering, maybe even The bones will not be collected for them until they turn into bones and ashes and disappear into the world.

Human life is as cheap as an ant in wartime, so why should I force myself to watch?

I have heard today that tomorrow we will launch another battle. The troops will be divided into two places, one to attack Zhangde and the other to attack Daming. Zhu Neng and Xue Lu will join forces to attack Daming, and the other general Qiu Fu will follow King Yan to attack Zhangde.

Zhangde is the city that the Yan army must pass through when they go south to the food road, so the king of Yan went to battle in person. There are not many troops stationed here, and the division of troops to attack is just to restrain Zhangde from becoming a horn. Easy task.

I plan to just slip away during the war tomorrow.

Before the battle the next day, I saw Mr. Yi following Zhu Neng. He was still dressed in white, but he had changed into a strong outfit. He didn't care that he was so eye-catching and could easily become an arrow target. The people who glanced at him couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help straightening their backs.

The facts of the battle that day were nothing to write home about. It was nothing more than bloodshed and bloodshed until victory. Zhu Neng shouted, and the opponent responded with arrows. Cars attacked the city, and countless soldiers climbed up the ladder like ants, desperately climbing up. The screams continued to resound, and the arrows on the tower soared into the sky like dark clouds. One after another, sharp whistlings tore through the sky, and some of the stone-throwing arrows fell to the ground. Smashed into deep pits, more bodies with splashed blood and lifeless bodies fell from the high city walls. In the screams of mourning, the surviving soldiers stepped on the corpses and blood of their companions and continued to run wildly Stepping forward, the deafening shouts of killing drowned out the voices of Shen Yin.

Not long after, the city was broken, the defenders fought out, and fought against the city.

I stood high on the top of a tree in the distance, watching the people of Ming Dynasty who were killing each other in front of the city gate expressionlessly, and slowly wiped off the disguise on my face.

Long Jiu turned his eyes away, sighed, and was about to go down the tree when his eyes finally glanced at the white-clothed figure in the crowd.

In the melee army formation, his expression was as indifferent and steadfast as Fudo Mingwang. He rode the horse with one hand, the reins wrapped around his left wrist, and the horse flew hooves. hands, the infantry with their shields erected, and the gunman who erected his spear anxiously behind the shield. With a wave of the horizontal sword, the bow and arrow fell, the shield shattered, and the spear fell to the ground. He fell down, and in the panic, the formation that the defenders had hurriedly formed was torn apart by him like lightning. The crowd rushed forward to save him, but it was too late. The white figure kicked the horse's belly, and the horse's hoof flew to another place in the headwind Where the archers gathered, there was another rush of falling flowers and flowing water and wailing. The archers ran around, but he didn't chase and kill them. He just rushed forward, with white clothes flying and silver lights flashing.

The general who defended the city found out that he was tricky, so he pointed at the flag, and countless soldiers rolled up like a frenzy, stabbing and slashing with swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the cold light came like snow. Moving clouds and flowing water, waving his hands as if watching him off, he approached the soldiers he intended to hurt, howled to stop them, and then fell out with howls, the long sword in his hand was like a dragon in the sky, nimble and invincible, although there were many attackers, no one was single combined enemy.

The blood splattered, and the soldiers tossed and groaned on the ground, but most of them lost the ability to fight again but did not hurt their lives. After repeated defeats, the crowd who originally bullied him without armor came flooding in. Slowly back again and again.

There was a look of appreciation in my eyes, good martial arts and supernatural power, good martial arts is not uncommon, but it is not easy to control martial arts so delicately, it seems that he is safe and sound.

My eyes flicked away in a hurry, I pursed my lips and turned my head, a scene flashed in the corner of my eyes.One person followed Mr. Yi slantingly, behind the shield in his left hand, he could faintly see a crossbow slanted in one hand, and headed towards the head of the city.

I didn't care, I jumped up, but when I touched a bent branch in my hand, I was shocked.

Something is wrong!
What's wrong?
I turned around, took another look, and my eyes turned cold.

It's the orientation!
The position he was in was in a dead angle with the city tower, no matter how much he shot, he couldn't hit the top of the city.

It has entered a melee, arrows are flying all over the sky, it is not an opportunity to shoot at each other, so what is the use of a crossbow?

That posture, that position, that gesture...

I didn't think about it anymore, kicked off the tree with both feet, and jumped straight down, shouting: "Be careful of backstabbing!"

This sound used internal strength, and the sound was so loud that almost everyone on the battlefield could hear it. The man surnamed Yi immediately turned his head back.

At the same time, the hand of the man holding the crossbow trembled, and the arrows roared and flew out.

The arrow streamed and flew.

That looks back across time.

Looking back at that time, in the long wind, in the gunpowder smoke, on the bloody battlefield, in the scattered Shen Yin, surrounded by the arrows that will kill, he was suddenly shocked, as if someone had tapped his acupoints. Some of them froze on the horse, congealed into statues.

The gray-clothed guard beside him, who is so calm and taciturn and takes defending his master as his top priority, actually ignored the crossbow arrows like him, his eyes widened, his fingers trembled, and even the reins almost fell off.

The summer smoky wind approached with a faint smell of blood, brushing his sleeves, and he suddenly began to tremble.

That kind of calm and indifferent, smiling at life and death, a person who looks as cold and calm as clear water and white stone at any time, his face will not be moved by plotting murders, and his face will not change because of bloody killings, but because of a sudden sound of a voice, because of a figure Suddenly appeared, trembling uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)