Chapter 1: Sword Sharpening (Eight)

Kindness is not in charge of the army!

Neither Han Pu, who commanded the Green Forest hero at this moment, nor Han Youding, who commanded the Black Army, took Sanliangbai, who had just died in battle, and neither cared for his subordinates.

They are all old corpses and are used to blood and death. So after setting their goal to achieve the final victory, they no longer care about the price they pay.

Moreover, the first wave of contact between the two sides was far from the elites they each had. In this day, the lives of ordinary people are not much more expensive than a donkey. Today, a group of soldiers die, and another group will be forced to recruit another day. As long as you whip and grind it for three or two months, you can put it on the battlefield again.

Therefore, after a slight adjustment, the enemy and us started the second round of contact in an instant. It was no longer about weighing each other's weight, but about trying to find the opponent's flaws and strive to be fatal to one blow.

In this regard, Han Youding, the general manager of the Black Army, has much more experience than Han Pu. After a little thought, he focused his offense on the left wing of the opponent. Several battalions there had just participated in the shooting, and their physical strength and morale had dropped significantly. More importantly, the predecessors of each battalion were Green Forest Village, and the reserves of feather arrows in his hands could not be as good as those of the Black Army. After experiencing previous consumption, there may not be much left at this moment.

"Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu-!" Accompanied by the unique rhythm of the North, more than a thousand soldiers in black lined up in narrow blade-shaped arrays, stabbing towards the left wing of the Wuying army diagonally.

The blade of the "blade" is slightly bent, and every soldier holds a spear. On the back of the blade, there are all black leather shields. Each leather shield is facing Han Pu's handsome flag.

"Wagang Camp, Daye Camp, Caozhou Camp, Haozhou Camp, and feather arrows blocked. The right wing battalions pushed forward three hundred steps!" Han Pu, commander of the Wuying Army, was not willing to be outdone and immediately made a countermeasure. He used several battalions close to the central army to attack the enemy's back with crossbows. The right wing of the entire team used the mountain to press against the opponent's left array.

The elite central troops of both sides were still motionless. They were like two fish eyes in the Yin-Yang diagram, facing each other at about three hundred steps. The left and right wings of both sides quickly broke through the blockade of the feather arrows and collided fiercely. (Note 1)

"Boom!" The sunlight suddenly became dark, countless flesh and blood flew into the sky, and countless lives fell into dust.

The black-clothed army under Han Youding's command was far better than the Wuying army that was temporarily pieced together by various Green Forest heroes. However, in terms of number, it was less than half of the opponent's morale. Therefore, in the small half of the incense sticks that collided with each other, they only fought with the same team. The left wing of the Wuying army was crushed by the Black Forest vanguard. The left wing of the Black Forest Army was also squeezed backwards by the Green Forest Camps sent by the Wuying army.

"Select the front, destroy the formation of the two capitals, seize the slope of four hundred steps above the upper right, and then look for an opportunity to penetrate straight down!" Han Youding was surprised by the tenacity of the Green Forest heroes. He decisively sent elite cavalry from both capitals to seize the favorable terrain behind the Wuying Army, and used the attempt to take advantage of the mountain to launch an attack.

Han Pu condescendingly, he looked at the movements of the Black-clothed Army, and without hesitation, sent a cavalry to meet them. On the outside of the battlefield, he started a fierce battle with the Black-clothed Army's uprising.

The war horses passed by, and dozens of cavalrymen were cut into their bodies, and they fell to the ground with screams. The living people quickly turned their mounts and launched a second round of hedging face to face. The steel knife reflected the rising sun, splashing dazzling red light.

Compared with the initial battle, the cavalry's horses were undoubtedly more tragic. In just two rounds, the elite troops sent by both sides decreased by 30%. The remaining survivors still refused to give up, and squeezed the lower abdomen of the war horses hard and raised the horizontal sword against each other again.

"Roar, rush up!" The general Huzi Han Chongyun was shocked by the cavalry, and his blood was so excited that he stepped on the saddle. He held his sword and waved it hard.

The warriors who were not killed on both sides really began the third round of hedging. The movements of each other were not hesitant at all. More than a hundred steps passed in an instant. "Bang-!" Another loud bang was faintly. The red mist rolled, and war horses carrying the owner's corpse jumped out of the blood waterfall, and screamed with tears!

This round was close to a draw, but the remaining cavalry near the battle group were less than half of the original ones and could no longer continue to complete each other's tasks. As if there was a tacit understanding between each other, the leaders of the team suddenly turned their mounts and galloped towards their respective central troops. Behind them, there were enemies and corpses of their own pillows.

"Get, draw!" Han Chongyun became more and more excited, as if he had not seen any broken remains on the ground. "Little fat, follow me in the future, let's be the generals together. Riding a horse to rush forward, don't laugh at the battlefield drunk..."

The last few sentences he said to Ning Yanzhang deliberately. As a general, his son inherited his father's business and was regarded as the highest ideal in life. But what answered him was a low sound of teeth hitting him, which was covered by other crying and wailing sounds on the battlefield. If he didn't listen carefully, he could hardly notice it.

"Little fat, little fat, what's wrong with you? You won't be scared to death!" Han Chongyun was shocked and quickly jumped off the saddle, hugging Ning Yanzhang, who was already shaking like a sieve. "You, why are you so useless? You are so tall and so strong! You, you won't have even killed anyone! You are the pioneer disciple of the second in command of the Wagang Ning family!"

"I, I, I..." Ning Yanzhang used the wooden spear in his hand to hold the ground tightly to ensure that he would not soften immediately. Blood, boundless blood, from the beginning of the battle to the present, all he saw was boundless blood. Whether it was flowing out of the black-clothed army or from Wu Yingjun, it was rich red. It was so thick that he could not open his eyes to see things, nor could he hear the sounds around him, and could not even breathe normally.

He knew that he would definitely embarrass Wagangzhai like this. However, he could not get rid of the thick red surroundings, and could not straighten himself and face blood and death calmly.

Han Chongyun guessed that he was not wrong. He had never killed anyone, nor even a chicken. Whether in the broken memories before waking up or after waking up, he was well protected by the people around him. The unique skill of playing axe with one hand was taught by Yu Siwen, the sixth head master. The target during practice was the most common rotten wooden stake in the mountains. The blood stains I saw for the first time in my life were flowing out of my head, not from other people's bodies.

"Come, come, Xiaofei, Xiaofei was washed away by blood!" No matter what, he could not stop his companion in his arms from trembling. Han Chongyun opened his throat and called for help loudly.

Soul-falling disease is a kind of fatigue and laziness he heard from his father's mouth. It usually only happens to those wastes who are born with incomplete souls or are as timid as mice. As long as they are collide by the blood and souls of dead people on the battlefield, such wastes will lose their ability to move and speak, and may even become crazy and will never be able to return to normal in this life.

However, at this moment, few people around him focused on their two and half-old boys, and no doctor with excellent medical skills came to help. As a result, Han Chongyun shouted for a long time, but he did not get any response. He had to lift his knees to press Ning Yanzhang's waist and free up his left hand to try to move his good friend's head to the most intense part of the battlefield. "Don't be afraid, open your eyes, you open your eyes and look carefully. Evil ghosts are also afraid of evil people, and you must still be a boy. The true yang in your body has not been lost, and hundreds of ghosts are difficult to invade!"

"Open your eyes and look, you're trying to show me. Either you become a fool or you have passed this level by yourself. Don't expect others, as gods can't help you!" While shouting, he looked for several leaders of Wagang Village with his eyes, hoping to attract their attention so that he could prescribe the right medicine to Xiaofei.

The figure of the boss Wu Ruofu appeared in front of the military formation. He rode an iron horse, flew up and down in his hand, and took down a name and hedged over to raise an army in black.

The third leader Xu Yuanju was commanding more than a hundred Wagang infantrymen, fighting against the black-clothed army who had been pressed forward at some time. Half of his body had been dyed red by human blood, and he didn't know whether the plasma came from the enemy or himself.

Several other Wagang Village heads he knew also strangled the Black Army with their own minions. Just as he was busy "rescuing" his good friend Xiao Fei, the left wing of Wuying's army completely collapsed! So much so that his father Han Pu had to draw strength from the central army again and again to barely stabilize his position. But further afield, the right wing of Wuying's army and the left wing of the Black Army were in a state of death, and in a short time, he could not get back to rescue.

"Little fat, little fat, open your eyes and open your eyes!" Han Chongyun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, holding Ning Yanzhang's left hand and shaking it hard, "If you don't wake up, you will become a fool! They can't take care of themselves, and no one will come to save you!"

"I, I'm not a fool!" Ning Yanzhang shivered in pain and shouted loudly.

Before the name Ning Yanzhang was found, many people in the village regarded him as a fool. But he firmly believed that he was not. He just lost his memories of the past. Uncle Ning Er said that it doesn’t matter if he can’t remember who he is.

"It doesn't matter who you can't remember. It doesn't matter what your surname is, and it doesn't matter who your parents are. What's important is that you don't forget to live well and strive to be a hero who stands tall and upright!"

Suddenly, Ning Caichen's words rang in his ears again. Vision, hearing, smell and control of the body returned instantly. He tried hard to open his eyes and face the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying.

He saw Wu Ruofu, the leader of Wagang Village, rushing into the middle of a group of black-clad cavalry. The spear in his hand stabbed the left and right, and the person in charge was invincible. More than a dozen elite Wagang soldiers tightly protected the back of the leader and fought hard to resist the sneak attack behind him.

The next moment, Wu Ruofu continued to rush forward with his horse, and the men in black came up like crows, wrapping them up and completely submerging their figures.

In the next moment, Wu Ruofu broke out of the siege himself, and his people and horses were stained with blood. None of the brothers behind him were left. He plucked his horse, carried his gun, turned around and rushed into the team of men in black again, and then disappeared again.

Another elite cavalry team rushed over to meet him. Then they collided with the black-clad cavalry who was heading towards him, either fell off the horse or stabbed the opponent down, without a third result.

Soon, the figure of Xu Yuanju of the Sanding Army also appeared in his sight. Almost all the men in black were surrounded by men, and few of them were their own brothers from Wagang Village. However, the Sanding Army was fearless and danced with both hands to launch attacks on the surroundings.

The figure of the Fourth Headmaster was not far from the Third Headmaster. Several black and long feathered arrows were inserted on their backs, staggering and fighting to the death. The Sixth Headmaster and the Seventh Headmaster were missing, and countless counterfeit leaders who were once familiar with were killed by the man in black in front of him. He saw them all, and could see clearly and not see any of them.

There was a chilling air that rushed straight from the soles of his feet. He could not stand here and watch, he had to rush up and live and die with them! His life was saved by them. He had been a bandit with them for several months, eating, drinking, and urinating. He even did nothing and got a dividend from selling the Khitan heads. When they died in battle, he could not watch coldly.

"Brothers--!" He raised his spear high, Ning Yanzhang learned the hero he imagined and shouted loudly, "Come with me!"

"That's a big deal!" Suddenly, a blood-stained slap hit him in the face, knocking all his passion to the ground. The figure of Li Tieguai, the fifth head of the leader, appeared beside him like a ghost. He was disheveled and furious, "Follow me to save the leader. Everyone else is trying hard, what qualifications do you have to be lazy?!"

After saying that, he ignored the attitudes of others around him. He pulled up Ning Yanzhang and rushed to the center of the battlefield with the mountains.

"My grandpa said it before..." Han Chongyun's anxious voice sounded from behind, but was soon swallowed up by the shouts of killing around him.

Li Tieguai pulled Ning Yanzhang's wrist tightly and stumbled. Anyone who tried to get close to them, no matter where they came from, was swept away by him with a crutch.

After rushing through a pile of corpses, another battle group flashed by. Suddenly, he stopped quickly. He bent down and picked up a blood-stained battle flag from the ground, and put it on the little fat, covering the shining bright light armor. "Escape, how far can you escape! Don't worry about us, don't trust anyone anymore! Quickly, run away! You fool, have you heard, run away!"
Chapter completed!