Lu Bing looked at it, but he gritted his teeth and answered!
I replied that I refused to let go, and slashed with a sharp knife, Lu Bing was about to come forward to fight!
A hand grabbed Lu Bing's shoulder, and a straight leg as an arrow passed through Lu Bing's side, shot at My Da's chest, and knocked My Da to the ground!
"Go!" Wang Zhaoyi shouted, a strong force came from behind, pushing Lu Bing out of the big camp. Lu Bing was about to turn his head. Huang Duxian had already rushed from not far away, and he came to him in the blink of an eye and grabbed him.
An impulse surged from Lu Bing's heart, he was about to break away from Huang Duxian's hand and kill him again!
But a voice rang in his heart, and he said to himself: "Can't go back! Can't go back!"
The rational voice in Lu Bing's heart forced him not to look back, and resolutely followed Huang Duxian's footsteps and ran to the Ming army!
At this moment, Lu Bing lost some of the precious ethics and virtues deep in his heart, but he also gained the nourishment that allowed him to grow.
Lu Bing followed Huang Duxian all the way back to the Ming army camp, and then looked back to the gate of the Mongolian Daying Camp. The sight at the gate of the Daying Camp made his eyes red.
I saw Wang Zhaoyi was blocking the entrance of Daying, his clothes in tattered clothes, blood flowed, every time he spins and kicks, blood splashes!
Wang Zhaoyi used a low whip on his right leg to kick down a Mongolian soldier, and then with a clean high whip, he kicked a Mongolian soldier to the ground sideways.
From time to time, Wang Zhaoyi swung his legs several times in a row, sweeping down a piece; from time to time, he kicked and kicked, retreating the Mongols' attack.
"Father!" At this moment, Wang Zhaoyi's daughter suddenly shouted, rushed out of the Ming army and ran towards Wang Zhaoyi.
When Wang Zhaoyi heard it and looked at it, he was so distracted that he was slashed again by me who was fighting on the sidelines.
When Wang Zhaoyi's daughter saw this, she covered her small mouth with her hands and did not dare to call any more. She was hugged by Huang Duxian and jumped back.
Lu Bing gave Huang Duxian a wink, and Huang Duxian understood and took Wang Zhaoyi's daughter to the army.
At this time, Wang Zhaoyi had already had a few stabs in his body, and the blood was flowing into a river, and he could not hold it long. Now he was slashed again by my answer and almost fell to the ground.
Wang Zhaoyi knew that there was no hope for survival, and suddenly shouted: "Master Lu! Hurry up! Take care of my daughter!!!"
Lu Bing felt sore in his heart, tears almost came out of his eyes...
Wang Zhaoyi mentioned the last strength, rushed to me to answer, and used the most wonderful set of kicks in his life, which is the "nine turns of a series of mandarin duck feet" in the traditional kicking routine.
Wang Zhaoyi yelled, stepped forward, step by step, repeatedly, in a loop, and kicked the Mongolian soldiers who were in front of me, rolling and screaming on the ground one by one.
Then Wang Zhaoyi flicked his leg and grabbed my dad's heart. I dad backed in a panic, and at the same time raised his knife and slashed at Wang Zhaoyi. When Wang Zhaoyi missed a hit, he twisted his waist and kicked my arm. I yelled, and when he let go, the scimitar in his hand fell.
Wang Zhaoyi pressed harder step by step, another swinging leg, but he was blocked by my arm.
Wang Zhaoyi fell on the ground and turned around, tensed his feet, his legs were like a spear pierced through the air, and he clicked out with one foot, just breaking open and holding my hands in front of his chest as defensive hands.
My answer was hit, and I vomited a big mouthful of blood. Fortunately, Wang Zhaoyi's move was resolved a lot by my answer, and the move was already used so much that I didn't directly explode the heart of my answer.
My answer is also a desperado, a Mongolian warrior. The pain in his chest actually ignited his fierceness.
Enduring the pain, he hugged Wang Zhaoyi's leg with both hands, and dragged it up and back fiercely.
Wang Zhaoyi was shocked, and he split apart, barely being dragged down.
However, this gap was caught by the Mongolian soldiers behind him. A Mongolian soldier was quick-eyed and cut Wang Zhaoyi's hamstring with a knife.
Wang Zhaoyi screamed and fell, but I replied with great joy: "Go! Cut him to death!"
Wang Zhaoyi still refused to accept his fate, spinning around on the ground, and the Mongolian soldiers surrounding him were helpless for a while.
I replied viciously: "Change long weapons! Stabbed him to death!"
When Wang Zhaoyi heard this, he was shocked. He didn't dare to fight on the ground anymore, so he had to jump up desperately so that he could fight the Mongolian soldiers again.
But... late...
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Just listen to several puffs, several long spears, and pass through Wang Zhaoyi's half of his upper body, nailing Wang Zhaoyi to the ground...
Wang Zhaoyi was facing the sky and hung on the barrel of a spear. The blood flowed into the ground along the slightly trembling barrel of the gun.
At this moment, the wind was blowing the blades of grass, but it was extremely quiet. At the last moment of his life, Wang Zhaoyi looked weakly at the sky, watching the light and breezy clouds.
He smiled slightly, exhaled one last breath, and said in his heart: "At least I have the face to meet the ancestors..."
A generation of northern leg kings, passed away...
In this battle, the number of Mongolian soldiers kicked to death by Wang Zhaoyi was no less than 30, and more of them were seriously injured. I smiled and stepped forward and cut off Wang Zhaoyi's head with a single knife. He triumphantly held it in his hand, and showed it to Lu Bing from a distance.
Lu Bing's eyes were red, and his hands clung to the rein. I don't know when, the stone had already woke up, and he was weakly propping up his body, tears streaming down his face as he watched the tragic scene at the gate of the Mongolian Daying Camp.
"Father! Father!" At some point, Wang Zhaoyi's youngest daughter broke free of Huang Duxian and squeezed into the front army, witnessing this scene.
Wang Zhaoyi's youngest daughter was about to rush over, but was desperately stopped by several Ming soldiers. The little girl kicked and bitten, struggling desperately, but she was weak and could not break free, but she was crying hysterically and heart-piercingly.
Looking at Wang Zhaoyi's youngest daughter, Lu Bing remembered that there were still many Da Ming citizens who were trapped in the Mongolian camp, becoming slaves and prisoners.
Wang Zhaoyi used his life to send his daughter out and became a Han again.
And in that big camp, how many sons and daughters of Han people are still trapped in a tiger's den, as slaves and slaves? Or even give birth to children for Mongolia, and eventually become Mongolians for generations
Lu Bing gritted his teeth and made up his mind to rescue them!
At this moment, Arak Khan was also surrounded by the samurai and walked out of the camp.
Lu Bing suddenly slapped his horse, and unexpectedly greeted Arak Khan. Seeing this situation, Li Jin hurriedly commanded the army formation, followed Lu Bing, and marched towards the Mongolian camp.
Unexpectedly, the Mongolian generals such as Arak Khan and Al Da did not expect that Lu Bing would not run away, but instead stood up. The Mongolian generals are busy commanding the Mongolian army to protect Arak Khan.
Lu Bing drove his horse, came not far from Arak Khan, and said loudly, "Dare to compare the sweat again
Arak Khan was taken aback, and said, "Master Lu still dare to compare?"
Lu Bing sneered: "Why don't you dare, just don't know, dare to sweat?"
Arak Khan also sneered: "Of course I dare, but I don't know what Master Lu wants to bet this time?"
Lu Bing pointed to Daying and said, "Just bet on the Han Chinese who are in your Mongolian camp!"