Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Latest website: Xiang Mi's eyes were about to burst into flames, his fists were clenched tightly, his eyes swept across the ground of this temporary hospital, one by one, like Shen Gong, amputating a broken leg, or A large piece of rotten flesh was cut out from his body, and the sergeants who were in pain to death came into his sight. On the city wall in front, the reinforcements from the Helan Division were already fighting against Wang Mengzi. The flowing golden soup and iron juice constituted a dead zone that was forbidden to pass, and the bones of the soldiers burning in the needle juice constituted a warning of death.

However, the more than a thousand warriors who are still alive, their eyes are full of fighting intent and murderous intent, the obsession with anger and revenge, so that they can already ignore the Asura field in front of them, even with their own body and life, Open up a passage directly to the city for the companions, they are also willing!

Xiang Mi's hand instinctively wanted to grab the axe that was still on his back. A vigorous cry echoed in his ears. It was the sound of out of breath and running at full speed. And close, straight into his ears: "Brother Tie Niu, the axe is here, the axe is here!"

A burst of hot air rushed towards his face, Xiang Mi turned his head to look at the rushing force, and saw that in his hand, he was holding his own poisoned battle axe, and the purple-black poisonous blood on the face of the axe just now was already It disappeared, the whole face of the axe was red, and it exuded a smell of alcohol. Obviously, it was Dali who just followed Sun Simiao's instructions, disinfected with alcohol, and then grilled it on the fire to eliminate the poisonous gas. Seeing this kind of public sentiment Infuriated, he fought one after another. He couldn't even wait for the surface of the axe to cool down completely, so he ran over with the red-hot axe.

Xiang Mi nodded vigorously, took the big axe from his strong hand, and the heat wave came to him along the wooden handle, just like the fire of revenge burning in his heart, the surrounding area of ​​the survivors of the calamity. Warriors, no one flinched because of fear. Everyone just wanted to turn around and take revenge. The fighting spirit they exuded could even destroy the city wall behind them!

But Xiang Mi still closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scorching fire wind entered his body from his mouth, but it made his mind clear. Over the years, Xiang Mi has experienced too much in the army. Fighting, now he has learned a trick: "Before making a decision, take three deep breaths, and then think carefully again, this is what Brother Ji Nu taught me!"

When Xiang Mi reopened his eyes, he saw thousands of ardent eyes, all of which were directed at him. The hot feeling in his hand had disappeared. When he took another look at the battle axe, it had returned to its usual color. He nodded and said solemnly: "Brothers, I can understand your will to fight, and you want revenge, and I feel the same way. Those brothers who died in the city know your current situation. The idea will definitely close your eyes!"

Xu Chite gritted his teeth: "Brother Tie Niu, only by taking down the city gate and slashing all the dog thieves who have harmed us in the wall can we vent our hatred, and the iron juice has already begun. It's frozen, we should take this opportunity to fight back, even if we don't avenge our army, at least there are hundreds of brothers fighting in the city, we can't ignore them!"

Xiang Mi shook his head. He bent down and picked up a cuff that had fallen from the ground. When Sun Simiao was saving people, he often had to remove the armor from the poisoned place, and he didn't know who it was. of. Xiang Mi took this armguard and threw it to the city wall from a distance. With his strength and physique, even after seven or eighty steps, this piece of armour, which weighed several kilograms, still fell into a piece that was still there. In the flowing iron juice.

Only a "hiss" sound was heard, and the piece of iron armor fell into the iron juice, just like an ice cube that fell into the boiling water, and soon melted away. It lost its shape and also became a part of the iron juice. Flowing all over the place.

Everyone was terrified. Just now, they shouted for revenge with the courage of blood. They wanted to fight, and their minds gradually calmed down. Everyone was thinking about one thing: if even this piece of iron armor is in juice Even if it melts, then our flesh and blood will be sent to us at this time, and our bones will be smashed to ashes, and there will be no corpses left.

Xiang Mi said sternly: "Brothers, do you see? It's not that I don't want revenge, it's that the thieves are brutal. Now, the iron juice under the city is still a natural barrier, and we can't get close to the city wall. If we go up, we will be scalded to death. May rush to the city wall!"

A burst of shouts of killing came from the top of the city. In addition to the sergeants of the Helan tribe who rushed up from the west city, there were also a large number of soldiers from the Helan tribe under the city wall. They rushed from the top of the city ladder. The iron juice flowing under the city wall is like a black layer. The soldiers in the front row hold shields, and the sergeants in the back row put their long spears on the shoulders of their companions in front and the upper edge of their shields, and follow the companions in front with their long spears. Behind him, he advanced step by step, and gradually, the one or two hundred Jin troops at the top of the city were compressed on top of the city tower, which was less than two hundred steps wide.

Helan Lu, dressed in large armor, walked slowly up the city from the east side of the city head. In front of him, at least three hundred large shields and long lancers, dressed in heavy armor, stood in front of him, more than 20 people. The bodies of the first Shangcheng swordsmen of the Jin army, dressed in strong suits, had already fallen before this shield formation. Obviously, although they were highly skilled in martial arts and skilled in swordsmanship, in such a narrow space~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the face of the enemy's heavily armored and large shield lancers, it is really a useless place for heroes.

The big knife in He Langang's hand and Wang Mengzi's big axe hit three times in a row, sparks flying everywhere, Wang Mengzi's bull-like body took two steps back, while He Langang stomped on the ground and retreated seven times in a row. With a big stride, he could barely control his body and was shaky, but the three guards behind him rushed forward to support him, so that he would not fall, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand holding the big knife was already cracked. He was bleeding, and his entire right arm was numb. Obviously, in this round of head-to-head encounters, Wang Mengzi had the upper hand.

Ten guards holding shields stood in front of He Langang. Six long lances, the tips of which flashed with chills, pointed directly at Wang Mengzi who was outside the shield. Wang Mengzi wanted to go further, but he saved the six lances for a while. Thorn, in a hurry, he had no choice but to retreat. He was so angry that he shouted at He Langang with an axe: "He Langang, you coward, you have the kind, come up and fight Grandpa for 300 rounds!"

Helan's face had turned pale just now, and he was gasping for breath. Hearing this, his face changed. He was about to raise his knife, but only felt that an arm was tightly pressed on his shoulder, and Gongsun Wu Lou's proud voice echoed in his ears: "Your name is Wang Mengzi, right? When you are about to die, do you want to pull someone back? It's a pity that I, Gongsun Wulou, won't give you this chance! "