When the sea of ​​​​people surged up, it seemed as if the mountains were shaking.

The actions of the Xia Cun defenders were somewhat caught off guard by the Chang Sheng army. The game of exchanges on the battle formation had been going on for eight or nine days, and the offensive and defensive momentum had basically been fixed. The number of Xia Cun defenders was not as large as Chang Sheng's.

It is basically impossible for the army to leave the bunker. No matter how fierce the fighting is in the past few days, it is just you and me attacking each other with every move. Yesterday, we went back and defeated Long Hui's troops and captured this

Taking prisoners is indeed a ruthless move, and it can be regarded as an unsolvable conspiracy, but... there will always be some exceptions.

When the first few prisoners began to refuse to move forward, Guo Yaoshi and others felt that there was some trouble, but no one could have imagined that it would be such a trouble. Originally, they were going to make a ruthless move, but suddenly the opponent suddenly

The chessboard was flipped over.

At that moment, what the other side showed was a sensitivity that should not belong to a general. When the prisoners began to march backwards, the movement in Xia Village gathered and spread in a moment, and then it became fanatical, dangerous, and filled the mountains and plains.

Pharmacist Guo's heart almost sank suddenly. He could not yet think about the meaning of this feeling. A little ahead, Liu Shunren, who was riding on a horse and was ordering his men to kill the prisoners, suddenly reined in the reins and scalped his head.

His numbness tightened, and he cursed in his mouth: "I-fuck-"

The sound of killing spread loudly, and the hostility in it gathered and almost solidified. Above the battle formation, ferocious shouts could often be heard, which was not surprising. All the elite soldiers attacked the enemy fiercely and resolutely, but only

In some special circumstances, you can hear this kind of heart-stopping shout. Sometimes, people understand it as soon as they hear it, which means real fight to the death. It is not the cruel words of ordinary gangsters, nor is it used by ordinary troops to scare people.

And the means to inspire military morale, it is already resentment and determination from the bottom of the heart. Every tooth and hair of an enemy who can make such a sound is dangerous.

The entire team of the Ever Victorious Army was also stunned for a moment.

But they are elite soldiers after all. Although they did not expect that they would burst into a hornet's nest so early in the morning. When the opponent suddenly smashed the chessboard, under the orders of Guo Yaoshi, Zhang Linghui and others, the entire army also took up their positions in the blink of an eye.

Jump forward.

The crowds of people and cavalry spread all over the mountains and plains like a long dragon. The distance quickly narrowed, and then they collided——

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Holding a long knife in his hand, Mao Yishan was already in the first line. He shouted, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards the crowd of people who were fiercely killing him. In front of him was a man wearing a heavy coat who was even a head taller than him.

The two soldiers slashed down with their long swords. Countless sword lights flashed around them, and blood spattered. They fought through this sword. Mao Yishan didn't stop and bumped into the opponent. His numb wrist grabbed the long sword.

The knife was swung upwards. The bloody breath splashed on his face, and the tall man was knocked aside. The blade of the companion next to him fell towards his shoulder and cut straight to the waist.

While shouting, Mao Yishan had already taken two steps, when another resentful soldier appeared in front of him and slashed him with his sword. He took a step forward and swung his sword sharply from the man's armpit.

The arm was broken. Blood spurted out crazily. Mao Yishan rushed forward and slashed three times in succession on the man's chest. The handle of the knife hit the man's head hard. The man just fell down.

His companions had already rushed forward, and Mao Yishan rushed to keep up, slashing an enemy in the stomach with his long sword.

In the permeating bloody smell, he saw countless sword lights and ferocious faces in front of him. His will was fanatical, but the thoughts in his mind were surprisingly cold. An enemy next to him was slashing at him, but he raised his hand to hold his arm.

, the Liaodong man kicked him over, he also raised his long knife and stabbed the opponent's other leg. This knife directly penetrated the man's thigh. Before the man fell down, Mao Yishan's side

His companion split open the man's waist and ribs with a knife. Mao Yishan grabbed the man's arm, pulled the blade back hard, and then stabbed the man's stomach with another knife, tearing it open!

"...eat them!"

He remembered the shouting, and shouted out in his mouth. As he ran, he knocked an enemy to the ground. The two of them were entangled and tearing on the snow, and when the long knife was pressed under them, the Liaodong man

He punched Mao Yishan twice hard, and Mao Yishan also punched back. When he hugged the man tightly, he saw the man's face swaying in his field of vision. He opened his mouth and pointed directly at the opponent's head.

He bit it.

This bite hit the man's cheek. The man struggled wildly and punched Mao Yishan twice in the stomach. Mao Yishan's mouth was already filled with the smell of blood. He used force and tore off half of the man's face.

When he came down, the man screamed fiercely, struggled, and hit Mao Yishan on the mouth. The next moment, Mao Yishan was still biting half of the other person's face. He also raised his head and hit him hard, hitting his head.

The mallet hit the opponent between the eyebrows without reservation. He raised his head and hit it twice more. Then he got up, held the long knife and wiped it on the opponent's stomach, and then moved towards the opponent's neck.

Stab it up and down.

When he raised his head and stood up, a resentful soldier was rushing towards him and slashed at his head with a knife. He knelt down and slashed horizontally with the knife. The soldier's entire right leg was cut off by the knife while he was running, leaving him with a knife.

The blood fell forward. The blood poured on Mao Yishan's body.

In this moment, his body was already bloody and ferocious, like an evil ghost.

No need to fear death!

When he raised his sword and charged forward again, the resentful soldier on the opposite side saw his appearance and couldn't help but take a half step back before raising his sword to slash at him, but Mao Yishan had already slashed through the opponent's face with his sword.

chest!

When people are in this kind of life-and-death struggle, their senses are often extremely subtle. When tension surges up, ordinary people often get hot all over, their vision narrows, and their body coordination becomes slow. Sometimes they don't care about what's going on, and they lose control when running.

He tripped over something on the ground. After killing someone, Mao Yishan has gradually gotten rid of those negative states. However, it is still impossible to face life and death with the same ease as usual training. Every time after killing someone, he is thankful that

The thought that I am still alive will slip through my mind. The great fear between life and death still exists after all.

Only this time, what dominated him were thoughts and feelings that even he could not describe. After witnessing the death of so many people and the miserable conditions of the prisoners in the past few days, and feeling extremely depressed, he heard the order from above.

The order to attack, in his heart, was only the bloodthirsty desire to kill. The resentful soldiers in front of him were almost no longer human in his eyes.

If they were still human, he would be scared of the swords and guns they wielded. When their hands and feet were broken, blood spurted out, and their internal organs flowed out. He would also feel scared or disgusted. But surprisingly, this time, such feelings were gone at all.

Never appeared.

The consciousness in his mind has never been clearer, the control of his body has never been more sensitive, and the field of vision in front of him is surprisingly wide. The swords and guns coming from the opposite side are just things that need to be avoided, and the enemies in front are

, so much, but it only made him feel happy. Especially when he caused damage to the bodies of these enemies, the sticky blood spurted out, and they fell, struggled, suffered, and lost their lives. In Mao Yishan's mind

, it will only flash back to the scenes of those prisoners being tortured and killed, and then, it will produce more pleasure.

The blood poured on his body was no longer a sticky feeling. He even longed for the breath of blood. Only the fact that the blood spurted from the enemy's body in front could quench the hunger and thirst in his heart.

He followed his companions and rushed towards the human wall in front of them!

Similar situations are occurring in many places on the battlefield at this time.

In the foothills on the east side, close to the bank of the Yellow River, because the enemy's defense here is slightly weak, more than a thousand people led by General Sun Ye are attacking towards the woods here, with a large number of swords, shields, and spearmen.

It was like a sharp knife stabbing at a weak point. In the blink of an eye, the blood path had extended for a long distance, but at this time, the speed had also slowed down.

The section from the southeast of the camp to the main entrance was originally an important position for the resentful army to attack. At this time, the surging crowds had turned into a sea of ​​blood. The thousands of people led by He Zhicheng had suffered huge losses in the previous battle. However, the fierce

The battle also made their tempering the best. With the climax of this wave, everyone was pushing back the enemy who was twice their size in the roar of shouts. The battlefield with thousands of people clashing was like a huge meat grinding machine.

machine.

On the side, the cavalry led by Yue Fei had already charged into the crowd of Resentful Army. On the other side of the main gate, a general named Li Yi was leading his men to this side during the fight. The surviving prisoners rushed this way, while the Resentful Army's

The elite cavalry has also crossed the foothills, like a huge torrent, rushing towards this side. Before the black-armored heavy cavalry arrived, Li Yi organized a spear formation to meet them one after another. For a moment, the blood boiled, and a large number of

The cavalrymen were actually blocked by their companions in this small area, unable to launch their charge, and then they pushed in other directions.

"Kill--"

Liu Shunren brandished his sword and drove his men to pounce forward with the same hysteria.

The moment the Xia Cun defenders attacked, he realized that even if he could win today, the fight would be miserable. At that moment, he didn't think about retreating, but after just one look back, he knew

This idea is no longer possible - Pharmacist Guo is looking at him coldly from above.

This battle-hardened general will not be stabbed in the back a second time.

At this moment, the troops of Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were all blocked in the middle of the battle line, especially Liu Shunren, who was in the most dangerous situation. To the west at this time was the raging cavalry of the resentful army, and behind him was Xia Cun, a direct descendant of Guo Yaoshi.

The cavalry used black-armored heavy cavalry to clear the way and were rushing diagonally from the northeast to cross his formation and confront the resentful cavalry. In front, with only a layer of chaos escaping prisoners, Xia was rushing over.

At the main gate of the village, two armies from the southeast gathered together. At least on this early morning, these armies suddenly burst out after being extremely suppressed. Their unrelenting fighting spirit was astonishing to the extreme in a moment. The spear formation on the side of the main gate even stopped after a crazy fight.

The advance of the resentful cavalry was blocked. Even though the charge of the large cavalry could not be launched due to terrain reasons, this was the first time in this southern expedition.

In any case, at this moment Liu Shunren could only drive his soldiers forward bravely. They rushed from the side where the prisoners were running, hoping to break into the trenches and horse-rejecting formations in front of the main gate of Xia Cun. At this time, that

The cavalry with heavy black armor clearing the way are still tearing apart the troops under Guo Yaoshi on the side. Once they come over, the area in front will probably become the main area where the two cavalry will clash.

In the diffuse morning mist, fighting, shouts and the smell of blood were all over the mountains and plains. The soldiers were criss-crossing in the huge battlefield, at the foot of the mountains and in the valleys. Since the number of the resentful army was after all twice that of the Xia Cun army, at first glance, the battlefield still looked strange.

In a stalemate state.

Mao Yishan didn't know how long he had been killing after he rushed over. He was covered in blood, and he still felt that the hunger and thirst in his heart could not be quenched. The number of enemy troops in front of him finally became smaller. There were still boiling shouts of killing around him, but

Except for his companions, most of the people lying on the ground were corpses. As he chopped down an enemy to the ground, he stabbed him again. When he raised his head again, there was only a resentful soldier holding a steel knife within a few feet in front of him.

He backed away slightly, and Mao Yishan and the others next to him stared at him. They stepped forward with their swords in hand. The resentful soldier finally shouted and rushed forward, swinging his sword. After being held up, Mao Yishan slashed at him with his sword.

He hit him on the head, and several others also chopped at his chest, abdomen, and limbs. Some people stabbed the blade of their spear directly from the opponent's chest to the back.

"Zap! Come on -"

Mao Yishan held a long sword and shouted there. He looked around and saw that there was still fierce fighting in the distance. But nearby, only eight or nine feet away, the cavalry was rushing past. Not far away, Pang Lingming

He raised his knife in that direction, and the iron-tower-like man was also covered in blood, his eyes fierce and ferocious: "You saw it!"

Then someone shouted: "I saw it!"

"Kick them to death——"

With such shouts, some leaders among the elite cavalry of the Resentful Army over there also turned their attention here. Mao Yishan shook his long knife and roared: "Come on -"

Pang Lingming was also shouting: "Old Wu! The gun formation -" he roared, "The one in front comes back! We forked him -"

This shout also reminded Mao Yishan. He looked around, then sheathed his knife, leaned over and grabbed a spear on the ground. The spear was covered with flesh and blood. It was also firmly grasped by a resentful soldier.

In his hand, Mao Yishan stepped hard with his feet. The gunmen behind him also pushed up, and someone pulled him: "Come here!" Mao Yishan said: "Charge!" In the cavalry formation on the opposite side, a young man

The leader also waved the steel knife in this direction.
To be continued...