Chapter 24 The Terrifying Blood Curtain

This chapter is a bit late, sorry.

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"In the epic battlefield, you cannot summon the Holy Crown Armor, but fortunately you can use the Tornado Slash and the Destruction Shield..."

Lei Zhentian secretly counted his life-saving trump card, and suddenly a cold light flashed in front of him, but another knife was slashed.

Lao Lei quickly took a powerful step, turned left, avoided two scimitars, and after making a beautiful arc in the air, he hit the opponent's forehead without bias.

At the moment when the brain burst, the Khwarezmian in front of him, the eyes staring at the sky, were not closed until they fell to the ground.

"...It's a pity that a skill whirlwind slash requires at least half of its physical strength. It must not be used easily until the last moment of the bloody battle."

"Instead of wasting physical strength and fighting with the Khwarezmians, it is better to take advantage of the fact that there are nearly a thousand Mongolian warriors under his command to take a good rest to preserve his own strength."

After all, Lei Zhentian is not an iron man. He has been struggling for four hours in a row. Even if he still has the strength, Lao Lei’s purpose is not to win this war, but to survive an 8-hour survival time.

As for the survival of the three thousand Mongolian warriors, Lao Lei would not feel a little sad, because Lei Zhentian, he was just a temporary guest appearance in the Mongolian Qianhu.

He held a short-handled mace in his hand and kept waving left and right.

The two eyes turned smoothly, and finally aimed at a gap, finding the opportunity to "break through". Turning around and jumping, he came behind the third column.

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"Genghis Khan!"

When the bloody battle ends, or when the whole person charges, the Mongolians will also shout slogans.

For example, the Russians shout "Ula", the Hans shout "Chong", the slogan of the Qinzha people "Ebas", and the slogan of Timur is "Anuerk".

The slogan of the Mongolians during this period was "Genghis Khan". Temujin was not only supported by their beliefs, but also the god of war in their minds!

The Mongolian households, Zarchiwuti, found that he could no longer support him and his body was covered with bloody knife wounds, shouted "Genghis Khan" and looked back at the Qianhu, shouting loudly at Lei Zhentian, "Rile and Keqianhu! Ogedei is as cruel as a jackal, and his heart is as black as a crow. There are too many enemies, go quickly, exit the city, and look for Prince Shuchi!"

After Zarchiwuti shouted, he threw away the scimitar in his hand and rushed into the dense crowd of Khwarezmians opposite. He rushed through two layers of defense. His arms were like two hard wooden pillars. He grabbed two elite Khwarezmian soldiers wearing heavy armor, jumped off the bridge, and plunged into the Amu River.

Not only that, more than a hundred surviving Zarchiwuti's subordinates followed suit. At the last moment of their lives, they would rather die than pull two cushions on their backs, throw away the weapons in their hands, arched their front legs, retreated and stretched, and then quickly sank into the enemy group, like crazy grassland wolf.

‘Pubo, pubo’ sounds of falling into the water began to stop.

"This Zhaerchiwuti killed people like a scrambler, and even the baby in the scrambler was not spared. But he was like a fierce wolf, and even if he fought bloodily until the last moment, he never took a step back."

Hearing Zarchiwuti shouted loudly, a bitter smile appeared on Lei Zhentian's face.

The previous battlefield prompt made Lao Lei very clear: if there is a battlefield death, his body will also become a dead body on the battlefield.

...They fled in the face of battle and pretended to be dead, and they were regarded as a failure in the mission...

So anyone can escape, but Lei Zhentian cannot.

And this is not because he is not afraid of death, but because he escapes, he still wants to die. If he does not escape, he still has a glimmer of hope for life!

There were chaotic shouts and screams everywhere, and moans before someone died. The stone bombs and fireballs above the head never stopped for a moment. Everything shaking in front of him made Lei Zhentian's head feel heavy and stuffy.

He took off the battle helmet from his head, and a heat came out from his slightly curly hair. The tip of his nose was dotted with a few shiny beads of sweat. There was no way, the Mongolian Rakhwarezm people were the ones who were on the back, and Lei Zhentian could only use these Mongolians as shields.

Thinking of the shouting of "Zaerchiwuti" just now, it was very likely that the morale of the 800 Mongolian warriors would shake. Lao Lei's eyebrows were raised unnaturally, but his mouth was grinning down. He picked up the halberd and Indian military flag that was falling on the side and inserted it vigorously under his feet.

"Mongolian warriors! We were ordered to seize this bridge without retreating or surrendering! There were no warriors afraid of death under Genghis Khan's tent! Wherever the spear of the Great Han Sulu was pointed, the Mongol sabre would be covered with blood!"

"Those who are cowardly fight - kill! Those who retreat by the military flag - kill! Those who shake the morale of the military - kill!"

Lei Zhentian issued a dead order not to retreat, which filled the eyes of many Mongolian warriors with determination and admiration for thousands of households.

Since the Mongolian army marched westward, it has been unstoppable and has never retreated on the battlefield. In the eyes of the Mongolians, they can only die in battle, not escape, and not surrender!

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Boom~~ Boom

Just as Lei Zhentian issued a death order, the attacking crowd suddenly separated to both sides. Within sight, thousands of Khwarezm cavalry were rushing towards them.

The Mongolian soldiers defending the bridge seemed to be a little caught off guard by this sudden attack. Before they could prepare, the Khwarezm cavalry rushed in front of them.

The head of General Khwarezm saw him wielding a giant battle axe in his hand, wielding his horse whip to lead the lead into the Mongolian column, and chopping and killing desperately.

The cavalry led by General Khwarezm was also very good. They quickly disrupted the formation of the Mongolian army, and the two sides quickly fell into a melee.

It can be seen from this that this is an elite cavalry. Under the inertia of the cavalry charge, more than 300 Mongolian warriors instantly died in battle. The Khwarezm cavalry behind them were still driving their horses and rushing to the bridge deck.

"Is that right? You can't retreat no matter what. It seems that there is no other way, you can fight to the death!"

Lei Zhentian bit his teeth and made a sound, and an uncontrollable bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. He threw away the short mace in his hand, picked up two scimitars from the blood-soaked ground, holding one on each side, and his sharp eyes locked into a straight line.

By the time three thousand Mongolian soldiers were all killed and injured, a layer of blood red appeared in the sky near the evening.

The god of death seemed to open its blood-red eyes, suddenly hung in the western sky, quietly waiting for the creatures in the lower world to continue to perform the unfinished drama.
Chapter completed!