Chapter 95 The water is too cool

"Get out of the way, let go if you don't want to die. My governor is Zhu Bashiyi!" Wu Liangmou took the opportunity to shout, "The fox pretends to be a tiger's power."

The salt dicks who were confronting Mao Gui were immediately in chaos. Especially those who were standing in front of Zhu Bashiyi turned around and dodged to both sides. For fear of being slow to dodge, they were hit by a thunder in the palm of their hands.

"The demon is killed!" Just as Zhu Bashiyi was about to rush over to meet Mao Gui, a sudden shout suddenly sounded in his ears. A famous black-faced centurion wearing leather armor gave up his opponent with more than 40 salted dicks and rushed towards him with great strides.

"Archer, stop the enemy!" Xu Da, the commander of the thousand-time men, was the first to find something wrong and issued an order first. The archers and 100 men behind him immediately pulled their step bows and shot a row of feather arrows at the visitor. However, both sides were running, and the arrows were shot too hastily. Most of the more than ninety feather arrows flew out of nowhere. The remaining half only shot four or five salt ditches behind the black-faced centurion, but failed to play any role in blocking the enemy.

It was a long time to say that, and it took only five or six breaths before and after. The black-faced man had already rushed to Zhu Bashiyi's sight. The steel fork in his hand suddenly thrust, piercing his throat.

Zhu Bashiyi's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hairs on his body stood upside down. He flashed half a step toward his body, and then swept forward with a wide sword against the iron handle of the steel fork.

"Swish!" The sword blade rubbed a first-class dazzling spark on the iron handle of the steel fork, but failed to cut the opponent's finger as he wished. The strong man with black face was more agile than any opponent Zhu Bashiyi had encountered before. The fork handle just pushed out hard, and then separated the sword blade. Then he turned around. The three fork tips seemed to three poisonous snakes, stabbed Zhu Bashiyi's lower abdomen again.

"Damn!" Zhu Bashiyi raised his wide sword and blocked it, and was pushed back repeatedly. He relied on a force of unyieldingness and could barely sit down.

The opponent's strength was comparable to his, but he was obviously a trainer, and his moves changed like flowing water. If he didn't hit the pierce, the steel fork quickly pulled back. He picked up the red tassel spear that Wu Liangmou stabbed from the side in a flash, and then he stepped forward and pointed the fork at Zhu Bashiyi's chest.

Zhu Bashiyi was all his brothers, so he had no choice but to hold up a wide sword and took a hard stroke. His scalp was as soft as if it was electric, and the position between his eyes was so hot that it seemed like smoke was about to come out.

The super-strength adrenal secretion made him feel more than twice as many. Every movement of his opponent seemed to slow down, but every movement was extremely smooth. He left, right, raised, pressed down, and struggled to support him with intuition and survival instinct. His opponent's steel fork was tangled with him like a poisonous snake, and he could also devote his energy to dealing with the left and right attacks of Wu Liangmou and Ivanov.

"Kill those salt diced dice, kill those salt diced dice. Kill the salt diced dice he brought first!" At the critical moment, Xu Da shouted again with a loud voice. Xu Hongsan and others, who were anxious and sweating profusely but couldn't get involved, woke up as if they had just passed the battle group, shouting and rushing towards the salt diced dice that was following, like a hungry tiger pounced on the rabbit.

The salt Ding, who was only wearing a cloth armor to cover the straggler, was not as good as a black-faced centurion. He rushed in a group by Xu Hongsan and others, and they all screamed and fell to the ground. He heard that the black-faced man with the steel fork immediately abandoned the pursuit of Zhu Bashiyi and turned to save his robes.

"Where are you going?" The captain of the personal soldiers, Xu Hongsan, was unyielding, aiming at the man's back heart's shadow. The black-faced man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and suddenly came back fork. "Damn!", and flew out the steel knife in Xu Hongsan's hand, and then stabbed him with a fork.

"It's over!" Xu Hongsan had no time to dodge any more, and instinctively closed his eyes. The expected pain had not been heard for a long time, and the other party's roar sounded in his ears, "What kind of hero is the sneak attack behind him?"

"In front of the two armies, who cares about sneak attacks or not!" Chen De, the instructor of the spear, responded with a sneer, and used a snake spear to pull all the steel forks that stabbed the strong man at him. Then look at the strong man with a black face, and a piece of leather armor on his left shoulder was picked off, and fresh red flesh squeezed out from the wound, instantly dyeing half of his body red.

"Where are you going, look at the gun!" Chen De shouted loudly and stabbed the gun again. He was a general from the Han army. He had been asking the head to teach martial arts since he was a child, and he immediately stepped down all the weapons. However, he still had no advantage when facing the black-faced man. Seeing this, Wu Liangmou and Ivanov rushed over with a spear and stabbed the black-faced man around the black-faced man. The three of them stabbed more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye. Except for the initial sneak attack, they could no longer do anything to the black-faced man.

"Hong San, you will stay here with twenty personal soldiers to help. The others will come with me to meet with Governor Mao!" Zhu Bashiyi wiped his cold sweat and ordered loudly.

In front of the two armies, he was not interested in watching Chen De, Ivanov and Wu Liangmou beat an enemy general. The victory or defeat was not determined by personal courage. As long as the front and left armies complete the reunion, the more than 2,000 salt geniuses in front of him would be out of reach. Even if the black-faced man was skillful, he could not recover the defeat.

The black-faced strong man who was surrounded by Chen De and others and fought obviously realized this. He kept roaring in his mouth, rushing left and right, trying to rush over and block Zhu Bashiyi again. However, Chen De, Ivanov and Wu Liangmou were not willing to let him do what he wanted? Three long spears kept stabbing from three directions, just not giving this person a chance to retreat and break through.

"Old Hu!" Another white-faced salt dick leader heard the black-faced man's anxious roar and led these companions to rescue him. He was also very agile. He encountered three waves of left-wing soldiers along the way, and all passed through the formation. The steel knife in his hand also curled the blade, like a saw, and was covered with flesh and blood.

"Damn it!" Zhu Bashiyi was furious and had to stop his steps again and block the man. The broad sword seized from the deputy commander of the Asu Army was raised high and slashed at the head of the person with the force of rushing forward. The pale salt leader raised the saw to block it, and then quickly launched a counterattack. Zhu Bashiyi sideways avoided his sweep, chopped off another sword, and with a "clang!", the saw in this man's hand was cut into two pieces.

"Ah--!" The visitor was slightly stunned and threw half of the saw towards Zhu Bashiyi's face. Zhu Bashiyi raised his shield to block it, then stepped forward and raised his legs, and hit the man hard on the chest. With a "boom", he knocked the man to the ground. Then he knelt down and pressed his knees against the other person's chest. The broad sword habitually raised it over his ear and headed straight to the shoulders at the intersection of his neck!

"Ah--!" The white-faced man who was pressed out let out a shrill scream in his mouth, and used all his strength to tilt his neck, allowing the sword that was poking obliquely to stab the ground. Even so, a big hole was made on his shoulder, and blood instantly splattered half a foot high.

"Geng Wu!" The black man surrounded by Chen De and the other three not far away also screamed sternly, and suddenly raised the steel fork over his head and threw it towards Zhu Bashiyi's heart. The personal soldiers quickly raised their shields and knocked the steel fork out with a "clang" sound. Looking at the black-faced man, Chen De shook a spear in his heart, staggered a few steps, and fell head-on.

"Surrender, I won't kill you!" Zhu Bashiyi had no idea what was happening behind him. He failed to stab the opponent's shoulder. The murderous intent in his eyes immediately dissipated. He pushed the broad sword sideways and pressed the white-faced man's neck and shouted a loud command.

"Old Hu, Lao Hu--!" The man just screamed like crazy, and blood and tears flowed down in his eyes. Zhu Bashiyi had no time to delay this person, so he raised his hand and slapped the guy in the face, slapped him directly. Then he quickly stood up and led his brothers to rush towards Mao Gui again.

The shirtless Mao Gui was already covered in blood at this moment, and he couldn't tell which ones were his own and which ones were from others. Seeing Zhu Bashiyi getting closer and closer, he kicked his opponent away with a sharp kick, then raised his steel knife and shouted, "The Zuo Jun is here, the Zuo Jun is here to pick us up. Brothers, work harder, don't let anyone named Zhu make all the credit!"

"Try harder! Work harder! Don't let Governor Zhu take away all the credit!" The soldiers of the front army who had already killed crazy shouted, rushing to stab the weapon at the opponent. For fear that they would slow down, they were laughed at by Zuo Jun's chariot who came to pick him up.

"Stop, block. After you go back, everyone will pay a double salary!" A leader of the salted man in the team was unwilling to accept defeat and ran back and forth on his war horse. Seeing this, Xu Da stopped, bent his bow and arrow, and with a "swoosh", he shot the man's temples into the same direction.

"Liu Qianhu is dead!"

"Liu Qianhu is dead!"

The salt dicks who fought face to face with Mao Gui and others were already at the end of their strength. When they suddenly saw Qianhu, who led the troops, died tragically, they could no longer support them. They lost their weapons and fled in all directions.

"Follow me to chase me, don't run away with the dog official named Lu!" Mao Gui laughed loudly, raised his steel knife and ordered loudly.

"Chasing, don't run away from the dog official named Lu!" All the shirtless men caught up with their opponents from behind, slashed them one by one, and knocked them over to the ground. Then they stepped over the pool of blood, followed Mao Gui, and rushed towards the big flag of the head coach Yanding.

Under the banner of Daqi, Lu Lu felt sad when he saw the defeated soldiers all over the mountains. He raised his sword and crossed his neck. He exerted a little force on his right hand, but he felt heartbroken. The days of studying hard for more than ten years instantly came to his heart!

"Go away quickly, stay with the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood!" The genius Li Si shouted at Lu Lu Zeng, turned his horse's head, and took the lead in running for life. When Lu Lu, who had blood on his neck, heard this, could no longer wipe his sword. He sighed and shouted to the servant who was carrying the slide rod under him, "Hurry, run with Master Li Si's war horse. I have something to say, and I want to ask him to bring it to Prime Minister Tuotuo!"

"Yes!" Several servants carrying the slide rod were very loyal. Seeing that their master's ambition had disappeared, they immediately spread their legs and ran away with the abortion. However, their goal was too obvious. They had only run five or six hundred steps, Mao Gui, Peng Da and Wei Zixi, and each led a group of Red Turban Army brothers to surround him in three directions.

"Dog official, surrender to avoid death!"

"Dog official, where are you running away!"

"Dog official, hurry up and kowtow to me!" The soldiers of the Red Turban shouted loudly and ordered Lu Lu Zeng to surrender.

How could the old Jinshi Lu Lu once surrender to these illiterate ant thieves? He gritted his teeth, jumped off the slide rod, and rolled and rushed towards the Yellow River.

"Master——!" The servant who lifted the slider was slow and he didn't stop him. He watched half of his body sink into the river. The old Jinshi Lu Lu once raised his hand to wipe the blood on his neck while quickly continuing to walk deeper into the river. One, two, three steps. The cold river water flowed through his waist, making him suck the air conditioner, "hiss, hiss, hisses——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

It's really cold, it's hundreds of times colder than when I was studying on a snowy night back then. The ice cellar in hell is just like this! The blade of the Red Turban Army is just like this! It's just like this! Why are you going to be washed away by the river after death? The body is frozen like a fish that will last until death?! Suddenly a wave slapped, and Lu Zeng's body shook and almost fell down. He stopped crying, turned his head, covered his face with both hands, and escaped back to the shore as quickly as possible.

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