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

Chapter 18
These two-legged sheep are so arrogant!

Facing the scimitar of the Turkic warrior, he dared to be so presumptuous.

Looking at the whole world, there is no Turkic warrior who can't cut bones!

"Slaughter all the two-legged sheep and chop them into meat!"

The Turkic barbarian in the lead roared with a ferocious face.

He didn't believe that these Han people were really not afraid of death!

With an order, the Turkic barbarian on the execution platform waved the scimitar in his hand.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered everywhere, instantly staining the platform red.

The Hengzhou scholars held their heads high and held their chests high, fearless of death.

They laughed and greeted the Turkic scimitar.

These helpless scholars fell into a pool of blood one after another.

"Pfft!"

A sharp Turkic scimitar slashed at the old master's neck.

The Turkic barbarians were shocked immediately!

The old man's neck was so stiff, and with all his might, he couldn't cut off his head.

The sharp Turkic scimitar got stuck on the old master's neck.

"Ma Dan, why is this old thing's neck so hard?"

The Turkic barbarians who attacked the old master couldn't help cursing.

He really didn't understand.

He couldn't even cut off the brain of an old man.

At this time, the corner of the old master's mouth moved.

"I have no regrets in this life... Han people..."

The old master said with the last bit of strength.

There is no trace of pain on his face, only endless glory!

As a Han Chinese, he does not regret today's ending.

He is proud!
Because the offspring he taught were all like him.

They are not afraid of death, they are all good sons of the Han family.

Looking back on this life, he is extremely proud!

The only regret is that he was not able to witness the day when the Turkic barbarians were driven away by the Tang soldiers...

"Kill these bastards for me!"

"Kill all these bastards and save the people of Hengzhou!"

Just as the old master's consciousness gradually dissipated, there was a sudden burst of shouting and killing.

This is……

This is Han Chinese!

Han Jiaerlang is here!

How much he wanted to open his eyes at this moment, and take another look at this beloved home.

It's just that as his consciousness dissipated, he could no longer see or hear.

He left this world with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he saw hope.

Entering China in this life, even if you die, you will have no regrets!

"Kill all these unrepentant bastards!"

"Pfft! Pfft!"

On the scaffold, the massacre continued.

But the shouts of killing from a distance made the Turkic barbarians stunned.

"Go and see, where is the shout of killing coming from?"

The leading Turkic barbarian frowned and said coldly to his subordinates.

After a moment.

The Turkic barbarians who went to investigate just now ran back in panic.

"Boss is not good, the Han people have come back!"

As the words sounded, the Turkic leader was shocked immediately.

Han Chinese?

Hadn't the Han army been wiped out a long time ago?
Where did these Han people come from?

And just when the Turkic leader was slightly taken aback, a breath of death rushed towards him.

He heard a "puchi", and a rush of hot blood sprayed his face.

Looking at the tip of the knife protruding from his subordinate's chest, he was even more frightened out of his wits.

My confidant actually died in front of me!
How can this be?

Hasn't Hengzhou been massacred already?
Who the hell did this?
After a short period of ignorance, the Turkic leader who reacted roared angrily: "No, there is an enemy attack!"

At the same time, Duan Xiaofan rushed forward with his dog legs and all the soldiers.

Before the Turkic barbarian on the execution platform could react, the prodigal son beheaded a Turkic barbarian with a single blow.

"Kill these bastards for me!"

With a roar, the prodigal son rushed into the Turkic barbarians.

On the execution platform, the eyes of those scholars who survived the disaster immediately turned red.

Han Chinese, Han Chinese!

Their Han compatriots are back!
When they saw the prodigal son and the goons, everyone couldn't help but burst into tears.

The compatriots are here, they are saved!

"Master, have you seen it? We Han people have come back!"

"Master, our Hengzhou is saved!"

The scholar on the execution platform couldn't help crying on his knees.

Yes, the Han Chinese have returned.

Duan Xiaofan is like a god of war descending to earth, holding a Turkic scimitar, massacring Turkic barbarians like crazy.

From the moment he stepped into Hengzhou and saw the corpses all over the place.

There was a huge wave in his heart.

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you don't understand that kind of mood, let alone have that kind of feeling.

There were not only soldiers, civilians, but also women, children and children dead everywhere.

They have a common name, Han Chinese!
The prodigal son is crazy.

He used his speed and strength to the extreme, and kept fighting among the Turkic barbarians.

This was his first time stepping into the battlefield, and it was a battle of life and death.

He dare not have the slightest carelessness!
And the dog legs behind him are not cowardly.

When they saw their little father-in-law slaughtered among the Turkic crowd, they also went crazy.

"Kill all these bastards and protect the little prince!"

"Grandma Cao Te, kill them!"

The dog legs shouted arrogantly, waving the weapons in their hands and slashing wildly.

Wangcai and Laifu are the orphans of Duan Zhixuan's soldiers.

They grew up with Duan Xiaofan since they were young. Although they did all kinds of evil, they all had blood in their bodies.

After all, their fathers were heroes on the battlefield.

How could they be cowards?

Face the enemy for the first time, kill for the first time.

They are also very nervous.

But when they killed a Turkic barbarian with their own hands, they began to drift away.

Killing enemies on the battlefield is no different from fighting in groups!

The only difference is that fighting in a group is just beating each other up, but killing an enemy is just beating him to death!
The Turkic barbarians who were still in a state of bewilderment were killed and injured in an instant.

But at this moment, the ghostly figure of the prodigal son kept shuttling among the Turkic barbarians.

Every time he makes a shot, blood soars.

After a while, he was dripping with blood.

The whole person is like soaking in a blood bath.

"Who is here? How dare you sneak attack my Turkic warrior!"

Seeing Duan Xiaofan killing him, the Turkic barbarians couldn't help exclaiming.

This boy is so handsome, why did he attack so viciously?

Sure enough, there is not a single good thing among the Han people's fair faces!

"Warrior? You said one more word."

Duan Xiaofan said with a cold snort.

"Did you say that word too much?"

The Turkic leader asked subconsciously.

"Say one more courage!"

Duan Xiaofan said as if watching an idiot.

"Then we are... Shi?"

The Turkic barbarian who lacked a memory stick in his head faltered.

"Yes! You Turks are shit!"

Duan Xiaofan raised his head and laughed loudly after speaking.

Hearing the laughter full of sarcasm and ridicule, the Turkic barbarian who reacted immediately became furious.

"Cunning Han Chinese, you damn motherfucker!"

The Turkic barbarian swung his knife and slashed at Duan Xiaofan's head.

(End of this chapter)