Taotao River
dead body
It is impossible to count how many lives have been taken in a big river like Yishui, and even a skilled fisherman by the river may accidentally get into trouble. But most people firmly believe after today that the total number of people who have died in Yishui since ancient times is not as many as today.
Standing on the bamboo pole, Fang Jie turned his head and said to Meng Yuan Khan, "I will exchange 400 boats for your 200,000 lives. How can you not avenge this national enmity?"
It wasn't until this moment that Meng Yuan suddenly felt how stupid and idiot he was. Just before the ship sank in the river, Meng Ge was still sneering in his heart, mocking Fang Jie's hypocrisy to his heart's content. But at this moment, there was nothing in his heart except grief and anger. He didn't even dare to express his hatred for the other party, the soldiers who were churning open in the river seemed to have turned into knives, stabbing his heart one by one, and the knife saw blood.
A guard hugged Meng Ge and jumped off the big ship that had already begun to tilt, stepping on a broken ship plank to stand, the river was surging, and the tide rushing down from the upper reaches knocked down the last hope of the wolf cavalry for victory. These men who had lived on horseback for decades were weak in front of the river, as if they were made of mud, and were melted away by the river.
The sound of the turbulent waves couldn't suppress the wailing that resounded through the sky, so shrill.
There was no trace of blood on Meng Ge's face. Maybe he had taken most of his life away when he saw the first shipwreck, or maybe his soul had been scared away, and now the rest Just a shell. He was like someone who fell into a glacier in the cold winter and was picked up by someone, but his pale face and lips were a palpitating blue-purple.
In decades of life, there has never been a moment of despair like today.
If the guards hadn't died desperately, he would have fallen into the river and gone with the waves.
The guards of the royal court tried their best to rescue him from the water and dragged him to the shore. Meng Ge was dragged up like a corpse after being drenched in water. He didn't move at all, his eyes were fixed on the sky , as if something on it was absorbing his soul.
As the highest-cultivated general of Wang Ting, Kuoke Taimeng Xueya fought hard to save several soldiers in the river, and then had to go ashore to catch his breath. In this kind of power of nature, even if his cultivation is astonishing, it is difficult to compete. The power of that wave far exceeds that of any practitioner he has ever seen, no one can use such a powerful move.
"Sweating profusely..."
Blood Fang, who fell to the side, looked at Meng Ge who was lying not far away and yelled, but didn't know what to say.
The river carried a large number of corpses and rushed downstream, and it was unknown where these corpses would eventually drift. There is a terrible rumor among the Han people that even the souls of those who die in the water will be imprisoned in the water and cannot be reborn. So the fear in Blood Fang's heart, these dead soldiers, they will become ghosts imprisoned in the water forever, unable to return to their hometown.
At this moment, Xueya suddenly wanted to ask Brother Meng, why do we... why do we want to go east
By the river, Quoke Temondo climbed up with great difficulty, and was rescued after taking a few sips of water. There were nearly 200,000 wolf cavalry, and none of them went down and crossed the river. The Mongolian people always believed that going down to the river to take a bath was disrespectful to the gods, which led to the situation where these soldiers can do nothing but struggle in the water today.
"Fang Jie!"
After climbing ashore, Duobie couldn't help panting and cursing: "I just said, such a person can't be trusted! He is not human at all, he is... he is a demon!"
He struggled to stand up and looked towards the east bank of the river: "If you have the ability to fight with us with real knives and guns, what kind of a man is he to win by such insidious and sinister means! You Han people command tricks and never dare to act like a man That's a real fight!"
"Fang Jie!"
Don't yell: "I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
puff!
An armor-piercing cone flew over from a distance, and suddenly appeared in front of Dobie. It was too late when Duo Bie saw it, the arrow came too fast, he didn't see it until he was in front of him. It was too late when he wanted to react again, the armor-piercing cone pierced into his chest precisely, pierced through his chest, and then the arrowhead came out from his back.
All the people panting on the shore were frightened by the arrow, and no one noticed where the arrow came from. Don't lower your head subconsciously to look at the feather arrows that "grow" out of your body, the corners of your mouth twitch involuntarily. He raised his hand to pull the feather arrow out of his body, and the strength of the arrow shaft just touched by his hand began to lose quickly.
With a plop, Duobie's body fell backwards.
His scolding stopped abruptly, and there was a rapid inhalation sound in his throat, and every inhalation sounded like a bellows with a hole in it. This short breathing sound didn't last long, and his mouth was so rigid when it was open.
There was fear in people's eyes, and they began to subconsciously look for the direction where the feather arrow came from.
Jiang Xin
There were many centipede clippers on the east bank, and the sailors of the Black Banner Army rowed towards them. Those warships rowed through the water, as if giant beasts were quickly crawling across the water.
On the first centipede clipper, the young man in a black gown was holding a hard bow with a quiver at his feet. There was no expression on his face, neither joy nor anger. He just took out a feathered arrow from the quiver and shot it out, killing a Mongolian man. Then he drew out another feathered arrow and killed another Mongolian man.
Poker-faced, so focused on killing people.
On the fast boats behind him, the archers of the Black Banner Army in black armor were doing the same thing. They opened their bows and released arrows, sending the Mongols wherever they could see to hell. Whether it is struggling in the water or gasping for breath on the shore, they are all the targets of their hunting.
It looked like a group of emotionless killing machines.
Feathered arrows flew over one by one, shooting down the Mengyuan people one by one.
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A Mongolian wolf cavalryman saw a ship floating not far away, and his desire to win made him rush there instinctively. Although he couldn't swim, his outburst of desire made him approach the ship a little bit. Boat. The water waves hurt his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly who was standing on the boat.
Finally, he held onto the side of the boat with one hand.
At that moment, he felt the tense muscles all over his body relax involuntarily. For those who fell into the water, it is absolutely impossible to let go after touching a life-saving thing. So it's just his own illusion that the muscles relax, and it's his tense spirit rather than the muscles that relaxes.
"help me!"
The voice in his throat was hoarse and unpleasant.
"Please save me!"
he shouted, with all his might.
What answered him was a sharp knife.
The blade slashed down from the top of his head, and with great force, the blade easily removed half of the Mongolian Yuan soldier's head. Red blood and white brains spilled into the river in an instant, staining a small area of nearby water red. But soon, the red color was washed away by the current.
The body floated downstream, missing its destination.
The soldiers of the Black Banner Army paddled their fast boats back and forth across the river, killing one Mongolian man after another in despair. If you don't know what the Mengyuan people have done, then maybe no one can understand the ruthlessness on the faces of the soldiers of the Black Banner Army at this time. They didn't have the slightest mercy, they just kept shooting feather arrows and wielding their blades.
puff!
A guard standing next to Meng Ge was shot through the eye socket by an arrow, and the feather arrow was still trembling with the arrow stuck in his head. The howling soldier didn't dare to pull out the feather arrow, and ran with his hands covering his face in pain. He ran forward seven steps, then fell hard to the ground.
When he fell down, the feather arrow was broken by him, but under the force of the force, the feather arrow pierced deeply, and a small piece of scalp on the back of the head swelled up, but in the end the feather arrow still didn't come out.
Meng Ge was still lying on the ground, looking up at him. The soulless Meng Yuan Dahan looked more like a corpse than those dead people. The soldier who fell seven steps away from him looked like He was more alive than him, because the soldier had just died tragically, but he was like an ancient corpse that had been dried for thousands of years.
"Sweat!"
Xue Fang ran over, picked up Meng Ge and wanted to run away, suddenly his eyes went dark, his chest was hit by a strong force, his body flew backwards involuntarily, and then fell heavily on the ground . Before he could react, the black-robed man who had defeated him so easily stepped on his chest, and his foot sank.
Surging internal energy poured into Xueya's body, as if a mountain was pressing on him, Xueya only persisted for a moment before losing consciousness and passed out.
Fang Jie waved his hand, and then several Xiao cavalry schools came over and tied up the bloody teeth with special tendon ropes. I don't know why Fang Jie didn't kill this person directly. Although Xueya's special constitution can recover quickly, if he directly shatters his skull, he can't be revived.
When Bloodfang was knocked into the air, Meng Ge also fell heavily to the ground.
But he didn't respond, he was still staring at the sky.
The self-confidence he had always had was completely shattered at this moment, and the blow was much greater than when he learned that King Dalun Ming was not the real ruler of the Dalun Temple.
His sight was blocked by a black shadow, unable to see the blue sky.
Fang Jie's figure with his head bowed appeared in Meng Ge's eyes.
"If I beg you to kill me, will you do it?"
Mongo asked.
The voice was so strange and unpleasant, as if it was another person's voice.
"No."
Fang Jie shook his head, and replied seriously: "Because you are my enemy, if it is more beneficial to me to keep the enemy alive than to let the enemy die, why should I kill you? You are still useful to me alive, I have no doubts about it." Your punishment is not over yet. The corpses you saw today are probably not as many as the Han people you killed along the way, so the revenge is not over yet."
Fang Jie looked into Meng Ge's eyes: "I will send someone to send you to the northwest, and then send someone to contact General Wang Ting in Meng Lie's army in your name. In this way, many people will come back to you , In order to maintain the status of your Great Khan, World War II. How much I wish to see you Mengyuan people continue to kill each other? I hope you will not let me down."
"Don't think about it!"
Meng Ge squeezed two words out of his mouth, and then reached out to touch the scimitar still hanging by his waist.
"You no longer have the right to decide your own life and death."
His hands were pinned down by two Xiao cavalry schools, and they were quickly tied up.
"You can catch me, how can you control my spirit?"
Meng Ge grinned grimly, looking for the last trace of self-esteem.
"I can."
Fang Jie's answer was like a heavy hammer, shattering Meng Ge's last bit of dignity.
"Slaughter my people, break my mountains and rivers, if I don't repay them ten times, how can I be worthy of the people to respect me as a king? How much my mountains and rivers are broken, I will let the grasslands be broken a little bit. No matter what the purpose is, you should not bring The soldiers came to the Central Plains, from the time you came, the knives in the hands of me and my soldiers are waiting to drink blood."
He looked down at Meng Ge, looking down.
"The blood is not enough, the knife is not enough to drink."