"Damn, this is not scientific, even if the tires of the car are punctured at this time, it should be drifting around? But this is really unscientific! Chang Le's facial features were all huddled together, revealing a look of pain.

He named Chang Le but was unhappy at this time, because the piece sprinkled with the nails, the war horse trampled on it, and it was indeed a painful neigh, but the speed of running forward was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and he couldn't stop at all. He watched more of his brothers fly away from the rampage of the horses, and his heart twitched heavily. He suddenly wanted to cry a little, and there was no more of the initial stealing fun.

"Little fun, don't be in a daze, you want to die!" Yunshui shouted loudly and rolled to the side, dodging the onslaught of a cavalryman.

When he stood up, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes became cold and dangerous. The situation around him fell into his eyes, the situation of all the brothers in the death camp, and the trajectory of the Yellow Turban cavalry's charge, all of which were woven into a chart in his heart. His heart, his god, merged with this heaven and earth, and it seemed that he had caught the movement of the wind, and he swam freely in the battlefield, and in an instant, thousands of images appeared in his mind.

Yun Shui turned sideways, the long sword in his hand blocked in front of him, and a spear scraped the blade of the sword, passing in front of his eyes, and the force transmitted made his body take a step back before stopping the retreat. The spear-wielding Yellow Turban cavalry swept past him, but suddenly fell off his horse, leaving only the ownerless horse to continue galloping forward.

"Medium." Yun Shui Langlan whispered softly, and a flying knife was caught between his fingers and shot out.

Through the wind, through the sand, through the gap between the fighting crowds, to the other end. The flying knife accurately shot the eye of the war horse, deeply embedded in it, the war horse was in pain, and immediately let out a painful neighing sound, and the man stood up and threw the yellow turban cavalry on his back off the horse. At the same time, he kept running and jumping in place, as if this would reduce the pain a little, until at last he was exhausted and the blood flowed more and more, and then he fell to the ground.

At this time, there were already several more corpses on the ground, both human and horse, among which was the owner of this war horse. The already frantic horses not only trampled the cavalry that fell to the ground, but also blocked the path of several cavalrymen, so the final result was like a high-speed train going off the track to avoid pedestrians.

Chang Le looked back and found this scene, and his heart palpitated. If it weren't for this flying knife of Yunshui Raging, he would probably have died under the horse of the Yellow Turban Cavalry. But there was no time to thank, he drew his spear from his back and threw it at a speeding horseman. At the same time, he twisted his body, knelt on his feet, and slid forward from the belly of a war horse, and the sharp short knife of his left hand slashed through, cutting a long hole in the horse's belly.

The blood drenched Chang Le's body, and the blood poured on his head, but his eyes were still wide open, and a blood-colored mist filled his eyes. The pain from rubbing his knees against the ground was nothing compared to death, and after passing through the horse's belly, Tsuneku got back on his feet and joined the fight.

More soldiers in the death battalion are fighting, they are fierce and have no scruples, just like wild dogs roaming the wilderness, as long as there is prey, they dare to fight, even if they die, they have to bite hard. This cruelty, for the enemy, but also for themselves, gradually, many Yellow Turban cavalry felt frightened. Gradually, they discovered that no matter how they killed the soldiers, there would be a counterattack before they died.

This kind of counterattack can often cause their horses to be damaged, and a chain reaction ensues, with cavalry on horseback falling, trampled, or killed by death battalion soldiers. The horses that were wounded and fell to the ground became an obstacle to the progress of the other soldiers, so that they had to slow down and go around, so that the speed of the horses slowed down, and there was no such force as the impact.

What the cavalry relies on for a living is the speed accumulated by the continuous running of the war horse, and this speed brings a strong impact. This impact force can make them simply stab one by one, and they can shatter the shields of ordinary sword and shield soldiers, although only cracks appear. However, if the shield is not broken, the sword and shield soldiers supporting the shield will also be internally injured by the concussion, and will not be able to fight again.

The soldiers of the death battalion continued to fall, and no matter how fierce they were, they were never able to resist the onslaught of the cavalry. More and more people died, but not one retreated. At this moment, in the eyes of the soldiers of the death battalion, there are only two kinds of people, and one color.

Blood, red blood, and red eyes, that they could see the world as they saw it, and it was blood-red. Among them, there were red corpses, companions, enemies, mourning horses, and perhaps their own in the near future.

There is no fear, as it should be. When they hold the sword in their hand, they can always burst out with the most powerful power, which is the same power that comes from nature every time they face the smooth girl in the brothel in the city.

In this red world, there are enemies, and those are enemies that must be entered with white knives and red knives out. Although all the soldiers' swords, guns, swords, and halberds were now stained with red blood, they did not mind letting the blood, which was gradually curdling and drying like lacquer, re-coated with fresh red.

Where there is an enemy, there are comrades, and the comrades are brothers. Those who are fighting are their brothers! Even if there are usually a lot of angry scolding, all kinds of calculations, and some small actions behind the back, but the moment you step on the battlefield, you are a comrade who shares life and death! Their backs, guarding each other, the most trustworthy thing is not only the weapons in their hands, but also the people behind them!

The dead are also their comrades, brothers. Some died in battle, some died to cover their brothers, and what can't be erased is the heavy trust. Life and death are entrusted, then those brothers who entrust life and death to me will live up to his trust and fight to the end!

The banner of this death battalion, this death battalion, will always exist! Because this is the blood of the former comrades, poured out. They can die, they will die, but the death camp will last forever!

"So, no matter whether or not Lu Zhi's compensity for the soldiers who died in the battle, every soldier standing here will not retreat."

"Even though we know that those pensions are as far away as the flotsam in the clouds, we still choose to stand here. Because of the road you have embarked on, what you cherish is not only your relatives who are far away from home, but also you behind you. ”

"It's really funny, obviously for the excitement of life and death and the pleasure after killing the enemy, but I don't want to, I am strong in the end because of love."

"Interesting, but not regretted, why regret?" Li Qianjun's open palm grasped the nasal bone of the war horse, and was being carried backwards, pushing out a backward trajectory.

His hand squeezed hard, and the crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and the entire nasal bone of the war horse was pinched and deformed and shattered. And the cavalry on the back of the war horse, pierced by a spear, has long become a corpse, but it is wrapped around the reins and does not fall.

"It's worth it, that's it."

(End of chapter)