The twenty-third chapter, blood Zhaozhao (5)
.Meng Zhan vs. Thoringer, Wuli 83 vs.93...Meng Zhan, my brother! I want to be such a supporting role, and I will reply to the top post, Huhu... Xiaofei actually likes to write a bit of passion, which is a great reward for the always supportive of this book "Han Bing". If you like iron blood, then I will be iron blood!
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Below Tongguan, beside Fengling Ferry; the Yellow River surging, and the soldiers are rippling.
Thoringer rushed towards Meng Zhan, letting those Teutonic heavy infantry who had always been pretentious and proud of themselves breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.
After all, no one is willing to face such a tiger-like killing god.
"Han, what's your name?" Solinger walked a dozen steps away from Meng Zhan and stopped.
"Meng Zhan, the commander of the White Barbarian Soldier Corps of the Han Empire's Kuang Lan Army." Meng Zhan said seriously.
"Solinger, the commander of the Battle Axe Corps of the Kingdom of Red, you must also remember my name. After a while, you will be able to know whose axe you die. I respect you as a man and will not let them insult your body."Solinger grinned and smiled.
"Very good, take the move--" Meng Zhan sneered, and a sharp look finally appeared on the face that had been as unwavering as an ancient well.
His feet were so fierce that he kicked his feet on the ground under his feet. The man used the force of the kick, and the spear was like lightning, and he grabbed Solinger's chest.
"Slash!" Solinger also roared, holding an axe in both hands, strided and slashed down.
"Clang—" the huge metal clashing sound made the ears of the Han soldiers and soldiers from all directions buzz.
"What a lot of effort!" Meng Zhan felt his arms were sore, his neck and finger joints were painful, and then there were waves of numbness.
"Han people, it's not bad. I can take my axe. In the Western Land, no one dares to do this except Lord Thunder!" Solinger laughed. The depression that he had been unable to use for several days has been relieved.
Meng Zhan, Meng Tianli, the iron spear in his hand pointed at Solinger with a firm look, but his arms were still slightly numb.
"Kill--" Meng Zhan is a character that is more and more courageous as he goes down, so how can he retreat?
With a roar like spring thunder, the spear turned into four or five spear tips, covering the vital points of Solinger.
"Slay!" Thoringer looked solemn, swept across the battle axe in his hand, and stopped Meng Zhan's killing moves.
Meng Zhan's mouth and finger joints had already shattered, and blood dripped down the metal spear to the ground, and his arms kept trembling like a swing.
"Kill!" Meng Zhan's courage in his heart was completely aroused, and he did not retreat but advanced, and his body continued to move forward.
Meng Zhan and Solinger fought for only a dozen moves, and in time it was only a few breaths, but they moved forward step by step. No matter how amazing Solinger's power was, he still stood up.
"Good man!" Solinger sincerely praised.
How could Solinger not see that Meng Zhan is not as strong as himself? Now he does not retreat but advances. His fighting spirit is like a dragon. Why don’t he surprise him, a self-proclaimed iron-blooded man?
"I am a man, but I am even more afraid of death!" Meng Zhan's heart was still like a fire, and a stream of sweet blood surged in his throat, but he knew that he could not retreat.
If you retreat, the morale of the White Rod Spear Corps behind you and the Fenwu Army on the city wall after finally inspiring you will be depressed again.
And if he doesn't fight, who can lead these bloody robes to the end and persevere?
Thoringer praised Meng Zhan, but he showed no mercy in his hands. He was as tight as an axe. Meng Zhan was completely resistant to his mastery of his spear skills.
And the iron spear had been bent into an arc at this moment, which shows how powerful Thoringer was.
"Sky split--" Sima Nan on the city wall cut a enemy with a knife. Meng Zhan in his sight was already shaking, no longer as tall as pine as before.
"Master Meng, you must hold on!" The young man Gao Jianfei was angry and anxious when he saw his idol falling.
"Jingfei, don't be distracted!" Sima Nan shouted suddenly.
Sima Nan knew that he did not have the time and ability to care about Meng Zhan's life and death. Now the city wall is on the verge of collapse. If Meng Zhan loses, his morale will decline. Meng Zhan will not die, and there is still a possibility of turning the tables.
Therefore, he could only try his best to protect the people around him. All he could do was to persevere until the moment he could not defeat the battle!
"Father, I'm afraid I can't do it..." Meng Zhan felt powerless for the first time in his life in his twenties. His arms and palms seemed to no longer belong to him. The figure of Solinger in front of him became taller and taller. Now he only used his instinct to practice martial arts for many years.
"Bang--" Solinger slashed down with another axe, and Meng Zhan finally couldn't control the spear in his hand and escaped.
"Han, you lose, admit defeat, I will save your life!" Solinger rarely admires someone so much. The shock brought to him by the Han man in front of him made him feel a sense of respect for the other party.
"Haha, there are only Han soldiers who died in battle, where can they surrender? Kill——" Meng Zhan's tone was weak, and he finally couldn't bear it. A mouthful of blood gushed out, dyeing the land in front of him red.
"Surrender! Or die!" Solinger was also infected by this scene. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or surprised. He shouted.
"I will never surrender! Give me a gun!" Meng Zhan snatched a white spear from the hands of the Han soldiers behind him, and his body thrust up. He grabbed the gun stick with both hands and pointed at Solinger.
"Captain!" All the Han soldiers behind him looked sad and angry, wanting to protect Meng Zhan.
"Don't worry about me. If I die, you will use the death flag to wrap me back to the middle of the river; if I don't die, you will continue to fight with me and kill the enemy!"
After saying that, a trace of light flashed in Meng Zhan's eyes, his body bent slightly, and the spear in his hand changed, and he felt a bit like a river facing east and a long river.
"Good man, then I'll send you on the way!" Solinger smiled bitterly and raised the battle axe in his hand.
"Kill--" Meng Zhan's voice roared again, as if it was the full strength of life, and the speed of the spear in his hand was so loud that it burst into sound.
Faster, faster, this is the only chance.
Meng Zhan's mind instantly showed Jiang Zhuying's style of using Fengxing double guns to the Han soldiers in the army. What kind of speed was that? It was like thunder and lightning, like strong wind, he could be strong, the light breeze blew the hills, he could be horizontal, and the bright moon shining on the river.
Moreover, Meng Zhan also heard the veterans following Lei Dongfeng and others talked about that day. Jiang Zhuying stabbed the Western Allied Forces "Thor" under the horse with the Fengxing spear and almost captured alive.
Thor, that should be a general who is more brave than Solinger. Jiang Zhuying can win in the face of such a mountain-like huge force. What kind of speed is this?
One force can break ten tricks, and you can break all the virtual and real moves, but you can't break the absolute speed!
Faced with Thoringer's pressure, Meng Zhan's heart realized something at the moment of life and death.
"Kill!" Meng Zhan stabbed out the gun. With the sound of the sonic boom, Thoringer's face changed drastically. The battle axe in his hand stopped hitting head-on for the first time, because Thoringer felt that if he continued to swing the axe, the tip of Meng Zhan's gun would pierce into his throat before that.
Receive the axe and block it.
Meng Zhan did not hesitate, and he slightly raised his spear, and actually stroked the back of the axe and headed straight for Solinger's face.
Thoringer felt his hair explode and his body fell down in panic. Gundam's body fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and finally snatched the fatal shot.
"What a pity..." Meng Zhan sighed in his heart, the spear in his hand was weak and he did not pursue it for the first time.
He is already exhausted.
"Okay, very good!" Solinger got up in a panic, furious. With such an advantage, he still rolled around all over the ground, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him.
Thoringer pulled off the armor that was not much on his body, wielded his upper body, waved his giant axe, and ran towards Meng Zhan.
"Protect your son!" Several Han soldiers were about to step forward.
"Retreat, I'm not dead yet!" Meng Zhan's voice was weak, but he was still firm, and the wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth winded down.
"Kill!" Meng Zhan raised his breath again, but felt empty inside, his arms trembling constantly, and he couldn't hold the spear at all. In despair, Meng Zhan did not hesitate and pulled out a short protective blade from his waist with his left hand and slashed hard on himself.
It hurts, it hurts so hard! Meng Zhan's hissing sound was like a wolf, and his blood was like a blade.
Chapter completed!