Chapter 31 Travel with me

The killing continues, and unless a miracle occurs, the result of this battle cannot be changed.

Except for Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong and Mao Gui, each with hundreds of confidants and fighting and retreating, the other battalions were completely broken up. The soldiers could not find the generals, and the generals could not take care of the troops. Those who could squeeze onto the suspension bridge squeezed along the suspension bridge to the entrance of the city gate. Those who could not even squeeze onto the suspension bridge jumped into the cold moat. Those who could not even jump into the river fled along the river bank to the east and west directions. Xuzhou City had four gates. As long as they escaped to the two gates of the east and west city, they would have the opportunity to go home to clean up their fines.

The Mongolian Yuan soldiers under Wulabuhua chased at least five times their Red Turban Army soldiers from behind and poked them to death one by one on the ground, as simple as mowing grass.

A team of ten people can chase one hundred Red Turban Army. A team of hundred people can sweep thousands of troops on the battlefield. Even if there are only two or three Rakshasa soldiers, they can still chase dozens of Red Turban Army and slash hard, without any worrying that the latter dares to turn back and fight back.

Even the Goryeo Rod, which had an armored weapon of about the same level as the Red Turban Army, was excitedly chasing the back of the Red Turban Army as if drinking mandala juice. They were all proud and murderous.

An overly excited Goryeo servant held a blood-dropping Pao knife and rushed towards Zhu Bashiyi. He had three heads hanging around his waist and was about to harvest the fourth one. However, the fourth head was unwilling to lower his neck and let him chop it. He suddenly took a step sideways, and then swept his arms horizontally.

"Puff!" The Goryeo servant heard a familiar sound, then covered his throat with both hands, and opened his eyes widened in surprise. Until he died, he could not believe that the guy who looked lost in front of him would resist, and he had such neat skills.

Zhu Bashiyi raised his hand and wiped it on his face, and continued to run forward. He was at least five or six hundred meters away from Wulabuhua's podium, and he had to speed up before someone noticed him.

Several Mongolian cavalry riding tall horses rushed past him only ten meters away, but did not stop to chase him. There were too many Red Turban soldiers who lost their direction on the battlefield. This guy wearing only leather armor was obviously not a high-ranking official and was not worth the time of the cavalry.

Another Goryeo servant rushed towards him, and Zhu Bashiyi turned around and avoided colliding with the other side head-on. These Goryeo soldiers were also ignorant of the previous Mongolian soldiers, and turned a blind eye to the "big fish" that was close at hand but ran quite fast.

Zhu Bashiyi continued to move forward against the crowd in the chaotic battlefield, like a lonely flying eagle.

Two more waves of officers and soldiers were avoided by him, less than four hundred meters away from Wulabuhua's coaching platform. He felt his heart beating wildly, and his breathing was as heavy as if he was pulling a bellows.

There are fewer and fewer defeated soldiers in front of you, fewer and fewer enemy troops, and your vision is becoming clearer and clearer.

The two blood-covered Rakshasa soldiers saw him and were stunned for a moment, and rushed over with a grin. The two men had just solved a small team of Red Turban Army that had never retreated. They were so tired that they were sweating and their steps were far behind their accomplices. They were worried that they would be too tired to chase the defeated soldiers, but now there is a fool who comes to their heads to the door and teach them how not to be overjoyed?!

Zhu Bashiyi walked around for a few steps but couldn't get rid of it. Finally, the two of them blocked their way. With his left hand, he pulled out a bamboo tube from his waist and tried to fight quickly. Then, after he lifted the bamboo tube, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to light the moxa velvet for ignition in advance.

It is definitely too late to take out the fire and point the lead. Zhu Bashiyi didn't think about it and smashed the bamboo tube at the Rakshasa soldier who was close to him. Then he raised the pig-killing knife with his right hand and stabbed him hard at the heart.

"Bang!" The bamboo tube was cut into two pieces by the Rakshasa soldiers with a short knife. The black gunpowder lost its restraint and fell from the air, spilling the man's head. Before he could wipe it with his hands, the pig-killing knife had already stabbed into his chest. With a "did!", a series of sparks splashed out.

"Yes!" The Rakshasa soldiers were pushed back one after another by the huge force from their chests, then waved the iron shield and slapped Zhu Bashiyi's head. Zhu Bashiyi could not dodge so he had to rush forward and pounced in the arms of the Rakshas soldiers with their swords.

The iron shield smashed the air, and the Rakshasa soldier raised his right blade and stabbed Zhu Bashiyi's lower abdomen from the diagonal bottom. Zhu Bashiyi pressed down with his left hand and held his wrist. The pig-killing knife in his right hand was raised again and stabbed him at the Rakshasa soldier's throat.

The Rakshasa soldier was well trained and immediately threw away his shield and used his left arm to hold Zhu Bashiyi's right arm. He couldn't stab the pig knife and could not pick up the short blade. The two of them were entangled, their eyes staring at their eyes, and the white smoke between their nostrils was clearly visible.

Another Rakshasa soldier saw that there was a advantage to take, and immediately walked behind Zhu Bashiyi and prepared to give him a fatal blow. In the midst of lightning, Zhu Bashiyi felt the danger approaching, and roared with his mouth, exerted force with his arms, legs and waist at the same time. Like pushing an animal, he pushed the Rakshasa soldier on the opposite side for more than five meters away, and lay on the ground with his back on the sky.

The Rakshasa soldier behind him stabbed the sky with a knife, stepped forward and stabbed again. Suddenly, a pair of arms in gorgeous armor poked over from the side and hugged his waist tightly.

Both attacks failed, and the Rakshasa soldier was extremely angry. The tip of the knife immediately turned around and slashed at the Red Turban General who was holding him. He then slashed again.

"Ah--" The Red Turban Army general wearing copper-plated armor screamed in pain, but would rather die than let go.

Zhu Bashiyi happened to turn around and saw Sun Sanshiyi, who had just been kicked by him, hanging on the waist of the Rakshasa soldiers like vines, and blood sprayed out like a fountain on the wound on his back.

"Ah--!" He opened his mouth and shouted, no longer caring about the other Rakshasa soldier who was knocked to the ground by himself. He jumped up and rushed towards the person who was hugged by Sun Sanshiyi in the air. His whole body slammed into the chest like a cannonball.

"Bang!" The pig-killer's figure was far superior to Sun Sanshiyi, who was usually reluctant to eat meat. The powerful impact force made the Rakshasa soldiers lean back and fell heavily into a pool of blood.

Zhu Bashiyi also stood unsteadily, staggered a few steps, bent his knees, and happened to kneel on the chest of the Rakshasa soldier. This was his most basic move to kill pigs. He was forced to take a knife by the drunkard master at the age of twelve to learn that the drunkard master died. During this period, he didn't know how many lives of livestock were ruined, and each move had already evolved into instinct.

He stared at his red eyes and his knees pressed against the chest of Rakshasa. The tip of the knife sticks to his collarbone and stabs it into the neck, "Puff", through the skin, the muscles reach the heart without any obstacles, and then pull it out like flowing water, bringing out a blood fountain half a foot high.

Zhu Bashiyi, who was covered in blood, jumped up and rushed to another Rakshasa soldier who had just gotten up with a pig knife. The Rakshasa soldier was frightened by the murderous aura that was coming out of his body, and his legs were weak. He swung the steel knife and iron shield to protect the exposed parts of his body.

A simple spear swept over the ground, tripped it and was kneeling in front of Zhu Bashiyi. Zhu Bashiyi didn't think about it, and with the instinct he had developed for many years, he stabbed another knife. "Puff", the pig-killing knife pierced the heart through the neck, which was exactly the same as the previous knife.

"Thirty-one, thirty-one!" Mr. Su threw down his spear and helped the dying grandson Sanshiyi from the pool of blood.

Sun Sanshiyi's pupils had already spread. Looking at Zhu Bashiyi, he squeezed out a smile with difficulty and passed away with hatred.

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"You--?!" Zhu Bashiyi didn't expect that so many people would die with him, and among them, Mr. Su, who was as timid as a mouse, was stunned and could not believe his eyes.

Mr. Su grinned embarrassedly, without saying a word, put down Sun Sanshiyi's body, untied a piece of smoke-filled moxa velvet from his waist, and held it to Zhu Bashiyi with both hands.

Zhu Bashiyi immediately understood what the other party meant, stretched out his left hand to take the moxa shank. Then he quickly pinned the pig-killing knife in his right hand to his waist, and pulled off the second bamboo tube, "Come with me, let's go and blow up the Tartars!"

"Fight the Tartars, blow the Tartars!" Mr. Su, Xu Hongsan, Niu Da, Wang Fatty and others, either held a spear or held a bamboo tube, without falling in an instant.

There will be no doubt that you will die in this place?! But everyone has lived at least, just like a person!

This small group of people walking upright immediately attracted countless gazes around. A dozen Goryeo servants hurriedly ran forward to stop them, and were stabbed by everyone, and they all became sieves.

A Rakshasa soldier with two other Rakshasa soldiers also rushed over, waving a short sword to block everyone's way. Mr. Su waved his hand, and Niu Da immediately entangled them with five brothers. The other brothers continued to follow Zhu Bashiyi, and the screams from behind Ren were so shrill that they didn't stop at all.

They had no time to stay, nor did they dare to engage in too much with any roadblocker. A small team of more than a hundred people, but a small bubble in the torrent, and any big wave would make them disappear without a trace.

Several more Rakshasa soldiers rushed forward to block the road, and Fatty Wang took the lead in rushing out.

Another small group of Goryeo soldiers rushed over from the slant. The scholar Liu Ziyun led several brothers to meet him, holding steel knives, like a group of unyielding Xing Tian!

The head is broken, and the hands are made of eyes. The hands are broken, and the heart is not dead and the ambition is not lost. Even if the body is cut into pieces by a steel knife, every bone is burned to ashes by wildfire, and there is still a soul dancing with swords.

Born, for a man.

Death is also a ghost hero.
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