The Yanbei Army had already surrounded them, and the close hand-to-hand combat was so fierce that it was unbearable to see. On the blood-stained snow field, the front troops of the Yanbei Army and Zhuge Yue's troops came together in a scuffle. Xueliang, during the charge, a large amount of blood spewed out, like hot magma sprinkled on the slush fertile soil.
The sound of the wind howled, the sound of killing shook the sky, the neighing of the horses mixed with the screams of the soldiers when they were seriously injured and fell down. The scene was like boiling hot water. Meeting on narrow roads, the brave wins. At this moment, everyone seems to be crazy, swinging swords at each other with red eyes, broken limbs, splattered blood, and severed heads, falling down like rows of autumn grass. The murderer was immediately killed by others, but the dying person still did not forget to hug the enemy's thigh to buy time for his comrades to attack.
Even though the Yanbei army had the upper hand in numbers, they still couldn't break through the small camp of Yuewei. The soldiers on the outside fell down, and those inside immediately rushed up. They stood there precariously waving their knives, seemingly about to fall in round after round of battles, but they still stood tenaciously, like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off, defeated but not defeated. Even if all the comrades around have fallen, I am the only one who still fights on his own, fighting endlessly alone. Even if the flesh is bloody, even if the limbs are broken, even if there is only one breath left, they will still fight, even if they are stabbed, they will open their mouths to tear off a piece of the enemy's flesh!
These people were all Zhuge Yue's entourage since he was a child. As the eldest son of Zhuge's family, since he was four years old, the family hired dozens of martial arts masters for him, and even equipped him with five hundred moon guards. For more than ten years, they followed Zhuge Yue to fight north and south, experienced hundreds of wars and killings, and never flinched or timidly. Today, they have once again demonstrated the passionate loyalty of the so-called "compassionate son and brother" of the empire in front of the soldiers of Yanbei.
Yan Xun's new Chief of Guards, Nie Gu, brandished his sword and shouted, "Kill them! Kill them!"
Yue Jiu was covered in blood, and pierced the throat of a Yanbei soldier with a sword, without the calm demeanor of a master on his face, he wiped off the blood on his face, and said loudly: "Brothers! Blood is coming!"
Corpses are everywhere, swords are everywhere, and there is almost no place to stand. While wielding their knives, the soldiers kicked the stumbling corpses aside. one place.
A Yanbei soldier cut off the thigh of a Yuewei with a knife. Instead of screaming, the young Yuewei pierced through the chest of the Yanbei army. The Yanbei soldier hugged Yuewei desperately before falling down. Wei's waist, two seriously injured and dying people rolled on the ground, biting each other like two wild dogs, as if there was a terrible hatred between them. However, before they killed each other, more than a dozen horses rushed over, and the soldiers on the horses were still fighting. The two people below were crushed by the horseshoes, and their brains sprayed out and splashed on the hooves of the horses. .
The battlefield formed a crimson vortex around 300 moon guards. The formations of both sides were completely chaotic. The Yanbei army outside could not rush in, so they rode horses and roared outside, rushing up from time to time to replenish the fallen comrades. At this moment, the Moon Guard in the northwest corner was suddenly breached. Nie Gu cheered, and the soldiers followed behind him holding up their bloody sabers, howling like wolves and tigers.
"Protect the general!" Yue Jiu yelled, his young face was blood red, and he could no longer see his true colors. The eyes of the Moon Guards turned red at the same time, and they all turned around to charge, but were entangled in their footsteps by the enemies around them.
Nie Gu shouted loudly: "Come on! Kill Zhuge dog thief!"
Swish! As soon as the words fell, a bright white knife light suddenly struck, and a line of blood was drawn on Nie Gu's neck. The next second, the head of the young head of the guard flew high, his body straightened, and he fell down with a bang. In a pool of blood.
Zhuge Yue stood with a knife in his hand, his long blue fur made his face as smooth as jade, his deep eyes were like deep pools, he stared at the messy battlefield with radiance, a drop of blood slowly flowed down his forehead, meandering Serpentinely slid across the contours of the side of the face. Behind him, there are tens of thousands of dead bodies, and farther away, there is an ancient city with black smoke, and behind him, there are the land of Yanbei and the devastated land of Great Xia.
The war is raging, the people are wailing, Simon is shaking, and the world is bleeding. He stands in the hideous pool of blood with a knife, even though he is killing all his body, he still looks as proud as a towering snow mountain.
"General!"
"Good job!"
Thunderous cheers followed, and Zhuge Yue stood in the center of the pool of blood, his voice was as clear as a bell, and he shouted loudly: "Not a single one is allowed to die! All follow me!"
"Obey!" the soldiers shouted in unison, Zhuge Yue rushed forward, took the lead, led the team himself, his agility was dazzling, the blade rolled the white snow like billowing white waves, and wherever he passed, people turned their backs on their backs, creating a mess.
The last surviving 100-odd men of Yuewei were greatly motivated, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The invincible Yanbei army, which was all over Yanbei, couldn't help but retreat under this crazy momentum, and the battle suddenly became stalemate. The officers in the rear were furious and yelled, but no matter how much they yelled and yelled, the high ground raised by the corpses could not be captured. No matter how many troops were invested, the more than a hundred people who looked like leaves in the rain were still alive. It's like a machine, swinging a knife and chopping.
Yan Xun's face remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually narrowed. Zhuge Yue finally came out. He stood at the forefront of the fight, with a green fur and a snow knife, and his figure was like a vigorous dragon. In a trance, Yan Xun seemed to see a golden light flashing on his body, as gorgeous as ninety-five, dazzling and dazzling, making people dare not look at him closely.
A cold look flashed across his eyes, Yan Xun said in a low voice, "Bring the bow and arrow."
The guard hurriedly turned around to get Yan Xun's big golden bow. The golden light was dazzling and dazzling. Yan Xun was wearing a long black fur. The jet black is all soaked in blood. The fingertips slowly rubbing the crossbow arrows, four fingers together, thumbs clasped tightly, touching the arrows, setting up the bow, bending the crossbow, the rope of fate whirled and reversed at this moment, the old images once again rushed through the mind, Yan Xun's arms With force, the crossbow arrow is like a cooked shrimp with a bowed back.
The strong wind was blowing, blowing over the flying flames of war and gradually cooling corpses, the dark clouds in the sky were rolling, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and galloping horseshoes were gradually approaching from behind in the distance. The corners of Yan Xun's eyes were like frost, and his back was straight. Standing surrounded by thousands of troops, with absolute superiority and posture, he suddenly let go of the fingers holding the arrow!
The golden crossbow arrows swished off the strings, and flew towards the vigorous body on the battlefield!
Thousands of pairs of eyes froze on it in an instant, and under the halo of the noon sun, the arrow of fate shot out towards Zhuge Yue's chest, like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf.
Zhuge Yue chopped down a Yanbei sergeant with his knife, scarlet blood sprayed on the back of his hand like hot oil. You don't need to look, just listen with your ears. The sound of the arrow piercing through the north wind was transmitted to the eardrums. His body was like lightning, and he dodged quickly based on his feeling. The arm brushed past, bringing up thick cloth and a large piece of bloody skin. However, before he had time to stand up, another arrow came in an instant.
Lianzhu crossbow, Yanbei Chu Qiao's famous stunt! At the state banquet on a snowy night, and on the Northwest battlefield, he had experienced Chu Qiao's archery many times, and he was no longer unfamiliar with it. But at this moment, the arrow is from Yan Xun's hand, but it has a special taste, it may not be delicate enough, but its strength is far beyond it.
Seven arrows in a row, the arrows went straight to the vital point, Zhuge Yue dodged one by one like a swimming dragon, and finally his body was shaken, and he stood up amidst the sharp arrows of the violent wind and rain. Their eyes met for just a second, as fast as lightning, but it seemed that they had gone through a lifetime of confrontation between the two.
In an instant, Zhuge Yue's body was like a full moon, he swung his arms round, and swung his knife to throw it. The sharp blade was like a white lightning flash, and he struck back like a thunderbolt.
A short exclamation sounded not far behind, and the corner of the man's mouth pointed at by the blade curved slightly, showing an undetectable smile. He didn't dodge, and didn't even show a trace of panic on his face. Instead, he picked up the last golden arrow, pulled the bow suddenly, and shot it away sharply.
The world seemed to be quiet for a moment. There were thousands of troops and horses between them, they looked at each other silently, and they used all their strength to deliver the final blow. No one dodged and evaded, just waiting for fate to make the final sentence on their lives.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
"General!"
Before the exclamation had time to penetrate the eardrums, there was a long hiss of a war horse. The bright sword light was like stars shining in the dark night. The sharp sword pierced through the snow and mist. At the last moment of piercing Yan Xun's heart, he hit the back of the saber!
It's just an ordinary sword, how can it be against this brilliant and brilliant weapon? The two forces joined together, and the sword shattered, but the sword continued to move forward at the same speed. Yan Xun's sharp arrow pierced through the crowd and shot at his chest, followed by the sword suddenly inserted into the tail of the arrow. , straight down, a sword pierced Zhuge Yue's chest. The blood meandered down, flowed through the slanted blood wave lines on the sword body, and flowed to the two small ancient seals at the end, where the word "Broken Moon" could be vaguely seen in the scarlet hot spot.
Zhuge Yue's mouth suddenly spurted out a big spray of blood, his body staggered back, but he resisted not to fall down. The moon guards rushed forward with eyes wide open, guarding all around him. Yue Jiu's eyes were red, and she knelt in front of him with tears streaming down her eyes. The young swordsman suddenly turned his head, eyes full of madness and rage, and looked at the group of pitch-black armor in the heavy snow from afar.
Chu Qiao was sitting on the horseback, surrounded by two thousand Xiuli troops, the horse's hooves stepped on the snow field, making a rumbling sound. Her pupils were wide open, and she finally saw a face in the snow-capped wind and snow clearly. Her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an abyss of ice, her limbs were numb from the cold, and her heart seemed to be pulled out and thrown into the ice and snow.
Yan Xun smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to flick off a snowflake that fell from the skirt of his clothes, walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand to Chu Qiao, and said warmly, "You are here."
Zhuge Yue's body was covered with blood, the wound on his chest was hideous, and there seemed to be billowing black tides rolling in his eyes. The fact once again bloodily crushed his pride and self-esteem, his brows and eyes were cold, and he looked at the man helplessly, suppressing the blood in his throat.
Zhuge Yue, to what extent do you want to despise yourself
The man sneered, his voice was as deep and hoarse as a ghost from hell, and he murmured: "After all, it's my own wishful thinking."
His cold eyes shot at Chu Qiao, Chu Qiao only felt that breathing became difficult, she couldn't move, couldn't speak, and sat on the horse's back breathing heavily. She could no longer see Yan Xun's hypocritical smiling face, she could no longer see the corpses as high as a hill, she could no longer see the ancient city of Yuegong with black smoke, and she could no longer see the billowing snowstorm between heaven and earth. Zhuge Yue, only the scarlet blood on his green fur, like a piercing sharp arrow, hit her chest impressively.