The Mongolian general shouted angrily because he saw a group of enemies with less than a hundred people slowly leaving the battlefield and was about to flee! The group of people he sent to intercept was stopped by a group of lunatics! How could he not be angry, this was an easy hunt, but now he has lost hundreds of his men, and the prey is about to slip away under his nose!
The Mongolian general angrily waved the huge mace in his hand, and the sharp edges and corners shone with cold light, like the sharp teeth of a pack of wolves, to tear the group of Ming soldiers in bright yellow brocade to pieces!
The Mongolian general was never reconciled to let Lu Bing and the others go. He wanted to swallow this team, different soldiers from the other Ming army, otherwise, this hunting would be a failure, and he could not tolerate failure!
"Ho!" The Mongolian general yelled, waving his mace, and slapped him straight to Lu Bing.
This thunderous anger spread throughout the battlefield. Zhou Tong raised his head the fastest and saw the Mongolian general with his beard erected like a steel needle, just like a crazy wild boar, raising his fangs and rushing towards Lu Bing. , He was shocked: "Stop him!"
There is an old saying in the mountains: "One pig, two bears and three tigers."
It means that the most powerful in the mountains is not the tiger or the blind bear, but the angry wild boar king!
Its power can smash mountains and rocks, and its fangs can pierce big trees!
At this time, the Mongolian general was an angry wild boar king. All the guards in Jinyi who stopped in front of him were knocked into the air or squashed.
Those old Jinyi guards who obeyed Zhou Tong's orders and wanted to block the Mongolian generals, with their faces as earth-colored, lightly swiping that huge mace, can make people's bodies torn apart and completely unrecognizable.
Faced with such a fierce enemy, people who are not afraid of death can't help but fear.
However, they can't forget their mission, even if they are afraid, they still rushed forward.
The five old Jinyiwei exchanged glances, shouted loudly, cheered each other, and rushed towards the Mongolian general.
Two of them fought right and left, and the other two got up on the horse! Holding the steel knife tightly, he rushed straight to the Mongolian general on the horse, using his body and life as a shield to stop him. The other one was a step behind and rushed straight towards the Mongolian general.
When the Mongolian general saw this scene, he gave a strange cry, brandished a mace, and swept away the two Jinyi Guards who had plunged on him like a watermelon. The blood poured down all over him.
However, this can only make the Mongolian general who won the title of Mongolian warrior in his teens more excited. Regardless of the blood on his face, he laughed and held the mace in one hand, and withdrew the scimitar in the other hand. The stick knocked back the sword of Jin Yiwei on the right, and then smashed the Jin Yiwei several meters away. The waist knife slashed Jin Yiwei's neck on the left at the same time, and a big head flew into the sky.
The last old Jinyiwei, seeing the four colleagues in front of him, died so miserably, his eyes were dyed red with fear and anger. He roared and rushed towards the Mongolian general, and ran into the past without reason.
Zhou Tong yelled and rushed up. He already saw that the last old Jinyiwei was just going to die, he wanted to go up and stop him.
At this time, Zhou Tong had already lost an arm in the battle just now. He used that arm to exchange the life of the Mongol.
He squeezed the mount with his legs and rushed towards the Mongolian general with a knife, hoping to buy more time for Lu Bing with his life.
Just when his mount had just started, the body of the old Jin Yiwei had slipped from the horse weakly. .
Seeing the tragic death of his comrades-in-arms, Zhou Tong opened his eyes! He let out a whistling sound that didn't know what it meant, and rushed towards the Mongolian general.
The Mongolian general smiled contemptuously, put his waist knife back into its scabbard, shouted loudly, and waved his mace, facing Zhou Tong, intending to smash the Han with one stick.
The two rides are getting closer!
When the horse's head met, Zhou Tong looked at the magnifying mace in front of him, as if he could already feel the sharpness of his head.
He subconsciously wanted to close his eyes and wait for death to come.
But right now! A huge shadow enveloped Zhou Tong's body, and a familiar burst of shouts blasted in his ears, and saw a big hand stretched out from behind the Mongolian general and grabbed the stick of the mace. Zhou Tongzai, who had escaped from the dead, immediately used the Tiebanqiao, fell backward and passed under the mace.
The mace swung out was caught by a hand! Stop!
The Mongolian general was shocked! He raised the horse's rein, and the mount he had been with for several years knowingly made a back kick. The big hand loosened the mace, and there was another burst of shouts. A thick trunk with bark swept across. The hip of a war horse.
The Mongolian general's horse wailed and fell to the ground. Fortunately, although the Mongolian general was huge, but still agile, he leaped and dismounted in time, so that he was not crushed by the fallen horse.
The Mongolian general turned around and saw a giant who was one head taller than him, holding a thick tree trunk, glaring at him.
And Zhou Tong turned back to his horse, looked at his savior, and said loudly, "Thank you brother Jiang!"
Yes! It is Jiang Shitou who has this supernatural power!
Shitou smiled honestly at Zhou Tong and said, "Leave this person to me!"
Zhou Tong and Lu Bing's team, who often gradually left the battlefield, hesitated and said, "Brother Jiang, let's go with the adults!"
Shishi looked at the Mongolian general and said, "It is my lord who asked me to solve this person. My steps are fast, and it will not be too late for him to follow up after the solution."
Zhou Tong listened to Lu Bing's orders, so he stopped speaking and continued to command the remaining dozens of old Jinyi guards to continue to block the Mongolian cavalry, and try not to let the Mongolian cavalry go to pester Lu Bing.
The Mongolian general looked at the stone and was secretly surprised. His figure was already very strong. Although the burly man in front of him was not as generous as his own, he was much taller than himself, and his muscles were strong. Fighting, you can also see that this person has extraordinary powers. Although he was born with supernatural power, compared with this person, I was afraid that he was even worse. Thinking of this, the Mongolian general secretly guarded.
The Mongolian general looked at the stone, spoke first, and said in blunt Chinese: "The Han, what is your name?"
"Chiang Stone". The stone answered honestly.
"I am the Mongolian warrior Batlu" The Mongolian general raised the mace in Yang's hand and said, "Let us compare, is the Han Chinese warrior strong, or the Mongolian warrior strong!"
As soon as the stone heard his strength, he smiled and said: "Then let's start, if I defeat you, I will go to drive my sir."
Batlu stopped talking, shouted, waved his mace, leaped on the stone, and the stone also shouted, clenching the trunk, ready to meet the enemy.