~Date: ~October 08~

Chapter 508 It's mine

Before his death, Fu Hunu held his jaw and said that his name was Fu Hunu. He was born in Tiefutu. The pride and pride on his face made people feel. He was obviously dying, and his stomach and intestines were cut open with a knife and flowed all over the ground. The enemy's feet were already on his blood-spraying chest, but why was he still so proud and proud on his face?

Because of the three words, Tiefutu.

At that time, more than a hundred brothers followed Zhang Zhongjian down the mountain and wandered around the world. From the beginning of their departure from the mountain village and embarking on the wind and dust road, they were proud of being a member of Tiefutu. Whether in the south of the Yangtze River or in the north of the Pass, even when the Blood Cavalry and Tiefutu were almost wiped out on Yanshan, they were still proud. They were Tiefutu cavalry, the only cavalry in the sky and under the ground.

They carried the word "thief" on their backs, but they were all men who stood upright.

Fu Hunu never thought that he could live his life. His brothers were waiting for him in another world. He knew that sooner or later he would embark on the road called the Yellow Spring, walk through the bridge called Naihe, look at the red shore flower opposite the bridge, and look for the figures of the Tiefutu brothers.

Fu Hunu had told Li Xian more than once that if there was a man named Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge who was waiting for him with a bowl of ** soup, he would kick Meng Po into the river. Even if he was thrown into the beast, he would never drink the bowl of Meng Po soup that made people forget his previous life. Even if he was reincarnated as a pig, cow, dog and horse, he would never forget the nirvana of his brothers, nor would he forget the affection of his brothers.

He said that when he was alive, there were brothers who could not let go of him, and if he died, there would be a group of brothers who could not let go of him. So for him, it was actually the same whether he was alive or dead. Living was reunited with the living, and death was reunited with the dead.

He never said the word "fear of death", and everyone knows that he is really not afraid of death.

When death came, Fu Hunu was still not afraid of this word. He just felt a little regretful. During the Chinese New Year last year, he and Zhang Zhongjian and others burned incense and toasted the brothers of Tiefutu and the Blood Riders, saying: Brothers, don’t worry, it’s not that I don’t miss you, but that I have to watch An Zhi poke several big holes in the Yang family’s world. When An Zhi built a cemetery for his brothers in Chang'an City, I will go to drink with you.

Unfortunately, he failed to see An Zhi break the Yang family's territory and build a huge cemetery in Chang'an City.

He left the world with regret, not fear.

When Ashina Huchen stepped on the chest of the Huhunu, he couldn't help but feel angry because there was no fear in the eyes of the enemy whose chest was cut open. He had killed countless people. He was the one who killed the most among the four Turkish generals and was also the best martial arts among the four major gold tent generals. So he was used to seeing others crawling at his feet and crying and begging for mercy, and was used to seeing others waving their tails like dogs.

Before his defeat, he also killed many Han people. No one's eyes were so dull before his death, and no one looked proud before his death.

So, he cut off Fuhunu's head and spitted. After spitting, he suddenly realized that he was skeptical about these things with a dead person, but in fact he lost and fell into a bad position. The enemy was already dead, and he was not afraid of panic when he died, and he was insulted by a head, which was really not a polite and open move.

Just when he was a little upset that he shouldn't be so stingy, a long spear poked through the oblique pierced.

Ashina Huchen suddenly leaned back, and the scimitar in his hand knocked upwards and swung the long spear out. He straightened up and dodged to the side, grabbed the reins of the war horse and turned over and jumped up. After sitting down, the long spear stabbed again like a shadow, and there were blood beads hanging on the spear. Obviously, many people died under the spear's edge of the spear before.

Ashin's Huchen opened his body sideways, cut the scimitar along the spear rod and rubbed a series of sparks on the spear rod. In an instant, the knife reached not far from the palm of the hand holding the spear rod.

The one holding the spear was Iron Fanglang. When he saw Fu Hunu die in battle, the Iron Fanglang felt that the knife that slashed Fu Hunu also stabbed into his own heart. His heart kept trembling in the torn pain. That was his tiger slave brother, that was the tiger slave brother who shared his life and death!

Although the Iron Fang Wolf was not from Tiefutu, since the battle in Yanshan, the people of the Blood Cavalry and the people of Tiefututu have long been integrated into one whole. The Blood Cavalry and Tiefutu were stuck together by the blood on Yanshan and could not be torn apart.

The moment when I saw Fu Hunu's head being thrown out, the Iron Fanglang's eyes suddenly turned red!

The scimitar wiped the spear and slashed the spear, and the Tie Yaolang's eyes immediately opened. If it were someone else, I would be afraid that the hand holding the spear was cut by the spear, but Iron Yaolang had seen this kind of knife method that was cut with the spear and pressed the spear, so he immediately let go, turned sideways, and then he stretched out his hand and grabbed the falling spear in his hand, and then the spear rod swept across the iron rod to hit the neck of the Turkic general.

Seeing that the other party actually avoided his knife, Asuna Huchen's eyes lit up.

"Good come!"

He shouted loudly, and then the knife slashed the throat of the Iron Fanglang.

The two men were already very close, so the Iron Fang Wolf who used the long spear was at a disadvantage. His long spear's move was much slower than a scimitar. He knew that before his spear hit the Turkic people, the enemy's scimitar would definitely pierce his neck.

But he didn't plan to hide or change his tricks.

From the other party's knife, he could see that his martial arts were more than one step away from the other party. If he could even break the other party's neck if he was stabbed to death, he would be willing to do this.

"madman!"

Ashin Huchen cursed in a low voice, lying forward and dodging the spear. The scimitar in his hand stabbed from an incredible angle like a poisonous snake. In the middle, he suddenly changed his trick and cut the Iron Fanglang's chest with a slanted twitch. A stream of blood spurted out like a waterfall. The Iron Fanglang's iron armor could not stop Ashin Huchen's scimitar!

It's meteorite!

Tie Fanglang's heart suddenly became tight.

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The knife cuts the Iron Fang Wolf's breastplate like a knife, leaving a narrow and huge wound. The reason why grassland people like to use scimitars is that when scimitars fight, the wounds left on the enemy with the inertia of the impact of the war horses are larger. The knife has a curve and the contact time with the enemy's body becomes longer. From cutting to drawing, it is much longer than the wounds cut by the horizontal knife. Even if such wounds are not fatal with one knife, they will die because they cannot stop the blood. In this era, such serious injuries are more terrible than direct death.

If Iron Fanglang hadn't reacted quickly enough, this knife would have been able to cut Fu Hunu's belly like cutting open his chest and abdomen.

After the two horses intersected, the Iron Fanglang looked down at his wound.

It was one foot long, and the flesh was flipped outside the iron armor, and blood came out from the hideous hole. If it was two points deeper, the internal organs would flow out.

His body trembled violently, and his hands holding the long spear began to become weak.

He forced himself to stab the wolf knight soldiers rushing towards him to death. The iron wolf strangled the war horse and turned around, but found that the four or five personal soldiers behind him had been chopped over by the Turkic general. He hung his long spear on the Desheng hook, tore off a piece of the war skirt and strangled the wound, and then pulled the horizontal knife out of his waist.

If you fight closely with the opponent, the long spear will suffer.

When he rode his horse over, Ashina Huchen also turned around and rushed back. The moment the horses were intertwined, the horizontal sword and the scimitar collided. With a sound, the Baijing Steel Knife in the hand of Tie Yaolang was easily cut off, and the scimitar wiped it over his shoulder. The shoulder armor was cut open, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones.

The iron wolf lost strength in his arm and fell to the ground with a sword.

After rushing over, he was immediately protected by his own soldiers. When the personal soldiers were busy helping him wrap the wound, Ashinahuchen looked down at his scimitar. When he found that a small gap had broken out on the scimitar, he immediately frowned.

"Damn it!"

He cursed in a low voice, his expression becoming more and more ferocious.

Bailian's horizontal sword was still hard enough, and it actually injured his meteorite scimitar.

Ashin was furious because of the damage to the scimitar, and urged the horse to rush over and head straight for the Tie Fanglang. Several of the personal soldiers under the Tie Fanglang went forward to stop him but no one could stop him. In just a moment, three or four more personal soldiers were chopped over by Ashin. Ashin. Ashin gritted his teeth, he grabbed the horizontal sword from the hands of the personal soldiers beside him and rushed over.

The third fight between the two people ended in an instant, and the two horses intersected, without the crisp sound of metal collision, there was only a very slight sound. The horizontal knife in the iron wolf's hand fell down again, and with the horizontal knife falling to the ground, there was a thumb. Without the thumb, he could not hold the handle of the knife no matter what.

Tie Yao Wolf held the war horse, gritted her teeth and took the crossbow off from her waist, aimed at Ashina Huchen's back and pulled Ji Ku. Several short crossbows shot out one after another. Hearing the sound of Ji Ku, Ashina Huchen immediately leaned over to avoid the crossbow arrow. He turned around in anger and urged the horse to rush towards Iron Gulang again.

The iron fang wolf continuously pulled the machine, and all twelve short crossbows poured out.

Ashina Huchen swung his sword to cut all the crossbow arrows down, and then slashed at the neck of the Iron Fanglang. At this time, the Iron Fanglang, who had shot the crossbow box, had not had time to take off the long spear. Seeing that the knife was about to be slashed on the throat of the Iron Fanglang, an armor-breaking cone flew over with a whoosh and arrived in an instant!

Ashin's eyes sterned, and he turned around and chopped the knife at the fastest speed in his life. With a crisp sound, the armor-breaking cone that shot towards him was actually cut off by him!

He turned around and looked into the distance, and saw a black-armored general looking at him with a cold look.

The black-armored general held an iron-fetal bow in his hand, and the personal soldiers beside him held a bloody head covered in dust in both hands. The black-armored general Asano Huchen did not recognize it, but he recognized that the head was cut off by him not long ago.

"Brother Tie is back!"

Li Xian handed the iron-tied bow to his personal soldiers, and then slowly took off the huge and narrow black knife by his waist.

"Hou Junji!"

"The vast sea!"

Li Xian said coldly: "Each leader of one army and left and right to cut off the rear of the Turkic 10,000-man team."

"Qin Qiong!"

"Take people to cut the Turkic army into me."

He slowly raised the black knife and pointed it at Asuna Huchen's eyes and said word by word: "Kill all those Turks, this person... is mine."
Chapter completed!