Zisui Zhi Chen

Chapter 49: severed finger

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The lonely cold wind blew across the cheeks, and the dilapidated flag fluttered dimly. Xin Yi's fingers were a little stiff from the cold, Xin Yi moved a little, and touched Tiandao on the side of his waist. It seemed to bring him peace of mind.

Arslen continued to attack and did not stop until early morning. Xin Yi had a severe headache right now, he raised his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, feeling a little hot. The various smells of the nose are mixed and choking, making people more and more disgusting.

This kind of wheel battle is most likely to make people numb and tired, and once they fall into anxiety, they will make mistakes. Xin Yi didn't want to make mistakes, so he closed his eyes and blew a few times in the wind to make himself think more clearly.

It had been three days since his last raid.

In the past three days, he kept trying to attack, and the biggest victory was burning Dayuan's backup siege equipment. But this is not considered safe, because Dayuan can also be transferred from the rear.

His hands were bruised, but the pain was gone. This was exactly what Xin Yi wanted, he rubbed the snow, and heard the sound of the horn from below again.

here we go again.

Xin Yi turned and went down the wall, and Wu Yu woke up with a jerk as he sat against the wall and fell asleep. When he got up, he patted each other's hands with Xin Yi, watching Xin Yi rub shoulders as he went down. He patted himself on the cheek again, and shouted in a hoarse voice that could no longer be hoarse: "Change defense! Go down from the city last night, and let those who sleep below come up! Put the beams and smash them to death!"

Over there, Xin Yi had already got on his horse. He added something to the armguard of his left hand, and wiped off the iron sheet, exposing the sharp, thorn-like protrusions inside.

The Beiyang army following behind on the horse shuddered slightly, looking at the silent profile of the prince, thinking of how to use this thing, his heart skipped a beat.

Xin Yi noticed the gaze, turned his head and smiled at him, pulled the bridle, and rushed towards the city gate.

The city gate has been improved by the work team and has become a vertical gate. They had thorns inserted underneath, exactly the same as the ones on Xin Yi's arms. When this thing was dropped at a time of crisis, there was no guarantee that it wasn't a surprise attack.

The pendant shield was slowly raised.

Xin Yi sat on the horse and pulled out the Heavenly Path. The tip of the knife hangs obliquely on Chiye's side, and it hangs heavily because of the screaming outside the door, and then cuts down suddenly at the moment the master stands out.

Blood gushed from the broken neck, and Chiye had already run away. The lost head rolled into the chaotic footsteps, and Xin Yi had already rushed into the Dayuan soldiers.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the roar on the other side was completely cut off at the knife edge. Anyone who can stand against Xin Yi's knife cannot resist the sharp thorns that follow. Xin Yi jumped into the crowd, the way of heaven and spikes were stained, and so was he.

There were three Dayuan soldiers fighting with their scimitars, the backs of the swords pushing against Chiye's progress. Xin Yi slid sideways from the horse's back, and his sensitive figure caught one of them by the throat in an instant. The opponent's eyes were wide open, reflecting the turmoil and fear when his expressionless face was reflected. The person on one side raised the knife, and Tiandao turned his palm and pierced the person's throat, and then pulled it out mercilessly. The person who was still stuck in his palm was trembling and wanted to shout something, Xin Yi squeezed hard between his fingers, and cut off the life at his fingertips.

The crunch was numb.

Cull, penetrate, chop.

It seems that there are only these six words left in his mind, and Xin Yi's movements are also numb. His lower back was suddenly hit by a heavy object, the armor was dented, and the feeling of the wound cracking shocked Xin Yi's spirits, Tiandao had turned back and chopped down.

He was surrounded by groups, layer after layer of Dayuan soldiers. Xin Yi's body began to be stabbed, and he would not refuse anyone who came, and they all fell under the knife.

Heaven.

It's a name that makes me tremble even now.

His father and brother have been facing such a battlefield, until they can no longer.

There are many times when saying a word will only feel very easy, but only when you go into a sea of swords and fires for this sentence, can you truly feel the weight of the tens of thousands of words and the firmness day and night.

I don't know when the wind blew, and it turned into the neckline coldly, making the chest cold. Xin Yi stepped on the corpse, panting and looking around.

Can't see the end.

Dayuan people who can't see their end.

What he struggled to cut was only one of the tens of millions. The blood melted the snow into a stream, and the corpse made the whiteness disappear. I don't know how many days' corpses are piled up here, under his feet, and on his shoulders.

Xin Yi saw Arslen.

He whistled suddenly, Chiye came galloping, and he rolled over. Chi Ye jumped over the crowd and rushed towards Arslen. I don't know how many times they have collided, but the Lion King is still as stable as Mount Tai.

Arslen's long knife broke in the sky last night, but today he is carrying a machete. The heavy and cold knife was as difficult to deal with as the snake entrenched in Canaan Mountain, and even jumped out of the calm thunder of his long knife, becoming cunning and ruthless.

Wu Yu counted the beams on the wall, the sky started to get dark from bright, and the cold was approaching.

Xin Yi can't stay overnight outside the city unless he brings enough charcoal fire and food.

Xin Yi gradually realized something was wrong.

Arslen has been entangled all the time, and the impact on the city gate is not even as fierce as last night. Nearly half of Dayuan's soldiers and horses were pressing in the rear, neither giving him a chance to surprise attack nor making any moves.

Xin Yi drew his saber suddenly, but Arslen followed closely, the scimitar spit out letters and wrapped around him tightly. Make him unable to break free and unable to retreat.

Alslen wants to keep him outside the city!

The heavy soldiers behind began to press forward, like giant beasts, crushing their limbs towards the city gate. If he couldn't get back before the heavy troops pressed down on the city gate, Xin Yi would have to be left outside the city. Wu Yu had to choose to abandon King Yan in order to keep the Beiyang army and people in Shangjin.

I can't return it!

A sharp whistle suddenly exploded from one side, and someone pulled a few chains and swirled around Chiye. Chiye neighed and leaped his hooves, but unexpectedly he was bound by the chains on his hind hooves, unable to break free.

Xin Yi felt sorry for it, and before he could look back, someone pulled the front of it violently, and then smashed it to the ground vigorously! Xin Yi faced down, and immediately clamped his legs on Arslen's shoulders. The force of the impact was reduced by half, but it still made him dizzy and nauseated. Then the stomach was hit by the weight of the back of the knife, Xin Yi choked out sour water, and was thrown to the ground.

Without an order, the scimitar slashing around was about to cut his throat.

Chiye suddenly got angry, and it leaped to smash the knife above Xin Yi's head. The person who pulled the chain was dragged by his heels, and he was dragged in the crowd.

Xin Yi slashed sharply at the person holding the knife, staggered to his feet, and climbed onto Chiye's back.

Heavy soldiers had already pressed down on the city gate, and Wu Yu was almost hopeless. But before Xin Yi had time, Wu Yu gritted his teeth and hissed, "Let the door go!"

Let the door go!

The little boy struggled out of the human leg, bumped into Wu Yu's leg, and bit hard.

Wu Yu's eyes were red with anxiety, but he couldn't say a word more. He ignored the boy, turned his head and hammered on the wall, and hissed at the top of his lungs, "Let the door go!"

The spiked shield crashed down.

It was already dark, and Xin Yi's figure loomed among the crowd in Dayuan. Chiye's neighing became farther and farther away. Wu Yu leaned against the wall and said with all his strength, "My lord is in the south!"

Xin Yi seemed to turn around.

Wu Yu felt his face was a little wet, maybe it was because of the snow.

The dark night sky has no stars.

My lord is in the south.

You still have to go to the south, you can't hang here.

Chiye has been running.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, until Chi Ye couldn't run anymore, Xin Yi finally slipped off the horse and fell into the snow. The armor slammed, but he didn't move.

Chi Ye was still dragging the chain on his heels, and he bowed his head at the side of Xin Yi's face, but did not get any response. Chiye circled around him and nestled beside him.

It snowed heavily again.

It didn't take long for Xin Yi's hair to be covered in white snow, his cheeks were blue, and the palms pressed under him remained motionless. But it was too cold this day, and if I lay down on the ground, I would freeze to death first. Chiye began to lick Xin Yi's cheek, and the hot and humid touch finally awakened his consciousness.

He moved, and opened his eyes.

Breathing quickly, Xin Yi wanted to get up, but when he propped his left hand in the snow, he suddenly felt something wrong. Snow blocked his view, and Xin Yi slowly withdrew his hand. Snow gradually appeared on the back of his hand, and he stopped when he was about to reveal his fingers.

The Adam's apple moved, and Xin Yi bit his lip dry and bloody.

his.

The little finger of his left hand is missing.

Maybe it was thrown in the rebellious army, maybe it was thrown under Arslen's scimitar, maybe it was thrown on the way of his escape.

Just gone.

"Ah." He lowered his head and buried himself in the snow. After a long time, when the snow was about to bury him, he smiled softly at Chiye, with a bitter lip line, "It's better if it's not the right hand."

The right hand also holds the knife.

Xin Yi got up, and the snow fell off his whole body. His brows were covered with frost, and his limbs were frozen stiff. Chiye's hind hoof was scratched by the chain, he squatted down to untie it, Chiye took a few steps, and started running around Xin Yi on the snow like flying.

The way of heaven is still there, and the armor has been damaged to the point where it cannot be worn. Xin Yi took off his armor, took Chi Ye by his hand, and started walking in the heavy snow.

Chiye ran with him on his back all night, Dayuan only sent Qingqi to chase him, Arslen wanted to stay outside Shangjin to a stalemate. It was dawn and the snow was heavy, and it was hard for Xin Yi to tell where he was. But because it is carrying Shangjin on its back, it should be in the middle of Dalan and Dayuan, close to Dayuan.

it's too cold.

All he has is a horse and a knife.

I don't know how long it has been since he was in a daze, his feet were already numb in the snow, and Xin Yi finally saw a little human being in the snow.

"Brother! Is it our horse?" The girl in sheep fur covered her eyes with her hands in the heavy snow, and said loudly to the tall and strong young man in front of her: "Over there! Look over there!" Tripped and fell to his knees in the snow.

The young man turned around and raised her, and said loudly, "Where?"

The girl yelled in her brother's ear: "Ao Yun who is deaf! It's right there!" She pointed her finger at Xin Yi.

Ao Yun ignored his sister's scolding, followed her finger to look over, and saw the magnificent red horse at a glance. His eyes lit up, then he frowned again, grabbed his sister, and said, "No, it's not our horse."

He saw the young man leading the horse, with snow on his back. Even if the other party looks gentle and embarrassed, he doesn't intend to approach him lightly.

He stood still and asked loudly through the wind and snow.

"Who are you?"

Xin Yi's throat was dry and his mind was dazed, but he also clenched the knife by his side and did not answer.

Ao Yun frowned, his voice sank.

"Beiyang Army?"