But are there such heroes among the people of Song Dynasty?

In an instant, endless questions emerged from my mind, and my clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

It wasn't until Shi Wengong threw him down and several soldiers quickly tied him up that Yelu Dashi suddenly woke up and looked up at Cao Cao: "Who are you?"

Cao Cao looked at the other party with some surprise. With so many heroes, he could tell at a glance that I was the leader. My eyesight alone was already extraordinary. He smiled and nodded: "Dashi Linya, I have admired our name for a long time, you ask who we are?

Haha, have you heard of the 108 Flying Wolf Bandits of Liaodong?"

Yelu Dashi shook his head slowly, but felt relieved: I misunderstood! They turned out to be local bandits from Liaodong...

At this time, the situation on the field has changed again!

Seeing Lin Chong assassinating Kou Zhenyuan with thirty-nine attacks, and Shi Wengong capturing Yelu Dashi with more than fifty attacks, he fought for a long time without gaining any upper hand. Sun Li felt ashamed and annoyed, and thought to himself: This enemy general is from my senior brother.

If I can't beat him for a long time, should I ask everyone to wait for me in the heavy snow? If everyone gets impatient and rushes forward, won't it mean that I am incompetent?

He was originally a very competitive person. When he thought of this, he suddenly changed his hand to hold the gun with one hand. With a shake of his right hand, the bamboo-jointed and tiger-eye steel whip flipped into the palm of his hand, and he smashed it when he lifted it.

When Qiong Yao Nayan saw that his good brother Kou Zhenyuan died, his general was captured, and the enemies were tightly surrounding him, he had no intention of surviving. As long as he tried his best to show off the art he had practiced hard for half his life, it would be best to fight before his death.

He killed the enemy general. When he saw Sun Li coming at him with a whip, he immediately kicked his horse and jumped away, shouting: "Nanbarbarian, don't show off your cruelty. Why do you know how to use a whip?"

Immediately, the golden gun was handed over to his right hand, and his left hand pulled out the silver whip from his waist, and swept across Sun Lifa's door with a whine.

There are different teachings: the wind is blowing fiercely in the north, and the snow is blowing, and the surprise attack and the defeat of the big stone are sad. Liao'er's blood is frozen on the ice, and the situation becomes more dangerous when he breaks through and goes to Beijing.

Yesterday, I described a night attack on the city and a section of Baobao Climb. Some book friends pointed out that it was inappropriate. He was probably injured for less than ten days, and it was difficult for him to recover and climb the rope. This was the author's mistake. Now it has been changed to stay in the camp to recuperate.

He did not participate in the siege.

Please excuse me.
Chapter completed!