Datang: My God of War identity was exposed by the princess

Chapter 115 Casting the Soul of Han with Life

On the banks of the Weishui River, the battle continued.

Corpses are everywhere.

Blood flowed countercurrently into a river.

Whether it's the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty or the Turkic cavalry, they are already red-eyed at this time.

"Duan Xiaofan, support me!"

On the battlefield, Duan Zhixuan roared with tears while desperately killing the enemy.

He doesn't ask how promising his son is, he only asks that his son can live.

Even if his son is still that notorious prodigal son!
"Xiaofan, you must hold on!"

Li Jing gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

At this time, he was already dripping with blood.

But still gritted his teeth and persisted, fighting with the Turkic cavalry.

Must hold on!

This sentence is not only said to Duan Xiaofan, but more like it is said to himself!
"His grandpa's grandma's grandpa! If you dare to hurt my nephew Xiao Fan, you will die!"

With a roar, Chen Yaojin split the Turkic cavalry in half with an axe.

"So-and-so is really old, really old."

"So tired! I'm so envious of Qin Shubao..."

As Fang Xuanling spoke, he threw the saber in his hand aside, and lay down on the ground with big limbs.

"Qin Shubao, Li Junxian, have you seen it?"

"Our Datang is about to win, about to win..."

Fang Xuanling lay on the ground, looking at the sky covered by blood mist and whispered.

Tick!
Tick!
Tick!
Suddenly, it seemed that raindrops fell and slapped Fang Xuanling's face.

The cold feeling shocked him.

It is early autumn now, and the autumn rain in northern Xinjiang is far cooler than that in Chang'an.

But precisely because of the cold raindrops, Fang Xuanling seemed to wake up.

Looking at the light rain in the sky, he couldn't help but murmured alone: ​​"Duan Xiaofan, I don't like you, but you must live."

The rain is getting heavier.

As if to wash away the blood all over the ground.

It's just that the corpses all over the ground became more and more clear.

Under the washing of the rain, the faces that looked death at home revealed their true colors.

Some soldiers still kept smiles on their faces before they died.

Some soldiers still maintained the posture of slashing the enemy before they died.

But the prodigal son does not belong to any posture.

Because at this time, he was still fighting desperately in the Turkic army.

However, his body began to become weaker and weaker, and his waving speed became slower and slower.

And the wounds on his body are getting more and more.

The prodigal son's spirit began to slacken, and his consciousness began to blur.

In front of his eyes, the appearance of Xiahou Dun and others gradually appeared.

I saw Xiahou Dun leading the three thousand tiger and leopard riders smiling at him.

"Are you still alive?"

Duan Xiaofan couldn't help exclaiming in surprise.

"General, although we are dead, the soul of the Han family is still there."

"You have to live well and cast my soul!"

Xiahou Dun waved at the prodigal son and said.

And as his words fell, the figures of Xiahou Dun and others began to shatter, and finally turned into nothingness.

"do not want!"

The prodigal son roared loudly, and kept waving his hands.

He seemed to grab the clothes of Xiahou Dun and the others, trying to prevent them from leaving.

However, no matter how desperately he yelled, Xiahou Dun and the others finally left.

The prodigal son's eyes turned red in an instant, and two lines of blood and tears came out of his eyes.

And just when the prodigal son was out of his wits.

The surrounding Turkic cavalry couldn't help but shine.

They saw the confusion of the prodigal son and his helplessness.

I also saw his body crumbling.

It's time for the Bloody General to die!

"The bloody general is dead!"

"Kill this damn little boy!"

The Turkic iron cavalry closest to the prodigal son couldn't help roaring with great excitement.

"Go to hell, little boy!"

Then, a sharp Turkic scimitar slashed fiercely on the shoulder of the prodigal son.

As the blood soared, the white bones were also exposed to the air.

However, the prodigal son did not feel the slightest pain.

He was still desperately waving the gentian silver gun in his hand, trying to kill the Turkic cavalry opposite him.

"Xiaofan!"

Seeing this scene, Li Er and the others couldn't help shouting loudly.

But before the words fell, he saw black shadows rushing into the Turkic army.

Like a sharp dagger, they directly cut a hole in the Turkic army.

And the person at the head is wearing a red armor!
"Brother Xiaofan! Even if I die, I will die with you!"

"The last general is willing to die with the general!"

As one after another roared, the surrounding Turkic cavalry instantly turned on their backs.

The prodigal son turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and instantly showed a happy smile.

It was none other than Chai Rourou and three thousand tiger and leopard knights.

Although Chai Wenrou's body was still weak, she ran towards the prodigal son with a smile that looked like death.

Even the surrounding Turkic cavalry raised their scimitars.

Even if a pair of sharp Turkic scimitars were chopped at her.

However, Chai's gentle smile came from the heart.

At this moment, she forgot her own life and death.

At this moment, she just wanted to get to the prodigal son as soon as possible.

Even death!
And behind Chai Rourou, there is Dian Wei with an indifferent face and cruel faces.

Seeing this scene, Duan Xiaofan smiled.

He smiled very happily, very brightly.

"Xiaorou, be careful!"

In the next second, the smile on the prodigal son's face froze.

Hearing his roar, he urged the horse to gallop towards Chai Rourou.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two sharp Turkic scimitars fell one after another, slashing fiercely behind Duan Xiaofan's back.

But Duan Xiaofan didn't fight back, but opened his arms and hugged Chai Wenrou's delicate body firmly.

"Xiaorou, can you lose weight?"

The prodigal son grinned and said in disgust.

In the next second, with a sudden force, he hugged Chai Rourou on his horse.

"Whoever hurts my woman will die!"

The prodigal son hugged Chai Wenrou's tender body tightly, and waved the gentian silver gun in his hand casually.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

With the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the two Turkic cavalry who attacked the prodigal son were cut off from their horses.

"Protect the General!"

Facing the bloody body of the prodigal son, Dian Wei roared frantically.

"Protect the fart! Kill these Turkic bastards for me!"

The prodigal son shouted angrily, enduring the excruciating pain in his body.

As soon as these words came out, Dian Wei was taken aback for an instant.

Then he looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Kill!"

Following Dian Wei's order, the three thousand tiger and leopard riders went crazy in an instant.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The tiger and leopard cavalry officers rushed towards the surrounding Turkic cavalry like crazy.

This is their first time fighting with their master.

But they are completely crazy.

Because such a master is worth dying for!

Although this owner is a bit wretched, a bit shameful, and a bit like pretending to be B.

But this master is worth following, worth dying for.

Because the master is casting the soul of the Han with his life!

(End of this chapter)