Chapter 1099: Not enough blood to be full

The turbulent river

A thousand miles of corpse

It is impossible to count how many lives have been taken in a big river like Yishui. Even the fishermen on the riverside who are skilled in water may accidentally fall into trouble. But most people believe after today that the combined number of people who died in Yishui since ancient times is not as high as that of today.

Fang Jie stood on the bamboo pole, looked back and said to the Mongol Khan: "I will exchange four hundred ships for you for 200,000 lives. How can I not revenge this matter of national hatred?"

It was not until this moment that Meng Yuan suddenly felt how stupid and idiotic he was. Just before the river was sunk, Meng Ge was still sneering in his heart, mocking Fang Jie's hypocrisy. But at this moment, he had nothing but grief and anger in his heart. He didn't even dare to feel hatred from the other party. The soldiers tumbling in the river seemed to have turned into knives, stabbing him in the heart one by one, and the sword was bloody.

A guard held Meng Ge and jumped down from the big ship that had already begun to tilt, stepped on a broken boat board, and the river water was surging, and the waves rushing down from the upstream overturned the last glimmer of hope for victory. These men who had lived on horseback for decades were as weak as made of soil in front of the river water, and were transformed by the river water.

The surging sound of the waves could not suppress the wailing sounds that resounded through the sky, so shrill.

There was no trace of blood on Mengge's face. Maybe he had been taken away by most of his life when he saw the first shipwreck, or maybe his soul had been frightened and now all he had left was a shell. He was like a person who fell into the ice river in the cold winter and was caught by someone. His pale face had a heart-pounding blue-purple lips.

I have never had a moment of despair as I am today for decades.

If the guard had not fought to the death, he would have fallen into the river and left with the waves.

The guards of the royal court tried their best to rescue him from the water and dragged him to the shore. Mengge was soaked all over and was dragged up like a corpse. Without any movement, his eyes were staring straight into the sky, as if something was catching his soul.

As the highest cultivation level among the Generals of the Royal Court, Kuoketai Meng's blood-teeth struggled to save several soldiers in the river and then had to go ashore to breathe. In this power of nature, even his cultivation level was amazing, it was difficult to compete with. The power of the wave was far greater than that of any cultivator he had ever seen, and no one could use such powerful moves.

"Sweat"

Xueya, who was sitting on the side, shouted at Meng Ge who was lying not far away, but he didn't know what to say.

The river water swept downstream with a large number of corpses, and they didn't know where they would eventually float. There was a terrible rumor among the Han people that even the souls of those who died in the water would be confined in the water and not be reborn. Therefore, there were waves of fear in the heart of Xueya. These dead soldiers would become ghosts who were confined in the water forever and could not return to their hometowns.

At this moment, Xueya suddenly wanted to ask Brother Meng, why are we going to fight east?

On the riverside, Kokdemondo climbed up with no effort. He was saved after a few sips of water. Nearly 200,000 wolf cavalrymen, none of them crossed the river. The Mongols always believed that taking a bath in the river was disrespectful to the gods, which caused the situation where these soldiers would do nothing except struggle in the water.

"Stand the answer!"

After climbing ashore, Duobao couldn't help but panting and scolding: "I just said, such a person cannot be believed! He is not a human at all, he is a demon!"

He struggled to stand up and looked at the east bank of the river: "If you have the ability to fight with us, you really want to win with such sinister means! You Han people never dare to fight like a man in real life!"

"Stand the answer!"

Don't roar, "I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

puff!

An armor-breaking cone flew over from a distance and suddenly appeared in front of Duobe. It was too late to see Duobe when he saw it. The arrow came too fast and he didn't see it until he was in front of him. It was too late to react. The armor-breaking cone accurately penetrated into his heart, pierced from his chest, and then the arrow drilled out from his back.

All those who were breathing on the shore were frightened by the arrow, and no one noticed where the arrow came from. Don't subconsciously lower your head and look at the feathered arrows that "grown" on your body, and the corners of your mouth twitched involuntarily. He raised his hand to pull the feathered arrow out of his body, and the power of the arrow shaft that his hand touched began to quickly disappear.

With a plop, Duobi's body fell backwards.

His scolding came to an abrupt end, and there was a rapid inhalation sound in his throat. Every time he inhaled, it seemed like the sound of a bellows that had broken a hole. This short breathing sound did not last long, and his mouth was so stiff when it opened.

People's eyes were filled with fear, and they began to subconsciously look for the direction of the feather arrow.

Jiangxin

There were many centipede and fast ships on the east coast, and the navy soldiers of the Black Flag Army rowed their boats and rushed towards them. The warships rowed out of the water, as if giant beasts were crawling quickly over the water.

On the centipede cliff boat in front, the young man in a black robe held a hard bow in his hand and a quiver at his feet. There was no expression on his face, no joy or anger. He just pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver and shot it out, killing a Mongol man. Then he drew out a feather arrow and killed another Mongol man.

He was expressionless and was so focused on killing people.

On the clutch behind him, the Black Flag Army archers wearing black armor were also sitting on the same thing. They opened their bows, shot arrows, and sent the Mongols who were in the sight to hell. Whether they were struggling in the water or gasping on the shore, they were the targets they hunted.

It looks like a group of emotionally unaffected murder machines.

Feather arrows flew over one by one, shooting the Mongols one by one

A Mongol Wolf Cavalry saw a boat floating not far away. The desire to win made him instinctively rush over there. Although he couldn't swim, the desire he burst out made him approach the ship little by little. The waves had already hurt his eyes, and he couldn't see who was standing on the boat.

Finally, he held the ship's side with one hand.

At that moment, he felt that his muscles were tense all over his body were relaxing involuntarily. The person who fell into the water could never loosen up after touching something that could save his life. So relaxing the muscles was just his own illusion, and what was relaxing was his tense spirit rather than his muscles.

"Save me!"

Fang Jie looked at Mengge's eyes: "I will send someone to the northwest, and then send someone to contact General Wangting in the Menglie army in your name. In this way, many people will return to you to maintain your status as a Khan. In World War II. How much I hope to see you, the Mongols, continue to kill each other? I hope you will not disappoint me."

"Don't think about it!"

Mengge squeezed out two words from his mouth, then reached out to touch the scimitar that was still hanging by his waist.

"You no longer have the right to decide your own life and death."

His hands were held down by two cavalrymen and they were quickly tied up.

"How can you control my spirit if you can catch me?"

Brother Meng smiled grimly, looking for the last trace of self-esteem.

"I can"

Fang Jie's answer was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last little dignity of Mengge.

"If you don't repay me ten times, how can I be worthy of the people respecting me? How can I break my mountains and rivers? How much will my mountains and rivers be broken? I will break the grasslands. No matter what the purpose is, you should not bring troops to the Central Plains. From the time you came, the knife in the hands of my soldiers and I are waiting to drink blood."

He looked down at Mengge and looked down.
Chapter completed!