In the dense forest, corpses of the Yuan army were tangled in disorder. Most of these corpses had not closed their eyes, and they still maintained the anger and ferocious look of being suddenly shot to death.
The Ming army wore combat boots, stepped on the snow, reversed the tip of the knife and wandered among the corpses on the ground. First, with a pop, he pierced the Yuan army's back and stabbed it, then pulled it out and shot it on the Yuan army's body.
Crossbow arrows specially designed for military crossbows are placed in the quiver on the waist.
The body of Aza Shili, king of the Northern Yuan and Liao Dynasties, was helped by a Ming army to sit up against a tree. Then the Ming army drew a knife and tested his neck twice in a row, seemingly trying to find the distance and angle of the knife.
Have the strength to calculate the attack.
Hey!
After a loud shout, there was a swish.
Then, the Ming soldier confidently flicked the blade and put it back into its sheath.
Azasili's head had fallen on the snow, but the trees behind him were not damaged at all.
"Good sword skills!" The soldiers around him cheered.
This knife directly cut off Azasili's head, but did not even touch the bark of the tree. This shows how exquisite the knife skills are and how stable the technique is.
"Haha!" The beheaded soldier smiled honestly, his eyes filled with pride.
A Ming army soldier with a somewhat immature face looked enviously at the veteran who could cut off the head of the Tatar Puppet King with one knife, then lowered his head and continued to rummage among the Yuan army's corpses.
Suddenly his eyes lit up. On the stiffened arm of a corpse, in the open palm, there was a jasper finger on the thumb, and on the finger there was a sparkling gold ring.
This is a good thing, it’s money!
The young Ming Jun looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He quickly rushed over, squatted on the ground and pulled hard.
"Hey, you're the one who suffered from mother-in-law!"
The corpse was so frozen that it was impossible to remove valuable things from his fingers.
The young Ming Jun tried his best to suck the milk, his face turned red from holding back.
Pfft, not only did I not take off my ring and ring, but I also sat down on my butt in the snow.
Suddenly, he became angry and angry.
"Damn, you're a loser when you're alive, how can you endure it when you're dead?"
The young Ming soldier cursed, pulled out the short knife from his waist, grabbed the arm of the dead Yuan soldier, and stabbed it as if cutting flesh.
Click, click, click, a numbing sound of cutting flesh and rubbing bones. The fingers of the dead Yuan army exposed their pale bones, and pieces of flesh fell at the feet of the Ming army soldiers and on his arm guards.
"Damn it!"
But no matter what, the two valuable things still couldn't be taken off because it was difficult to chop with the knife while it was worn on the finger.
Suddenly, the young Ming army became irritable and bit the knife that was stained with the opponent's flesh and blood directly in his mouth. He picked the opponent's fingers and cracked them. After a few blows, the fingers of Yuan Jun who died in the battle became twisted.
"Go away!" Suddenly, the young Ming Jun was slapped on the back of the head. A veteran came over and scolded disdainfully, "Where are you damn pigs? It's quite simple, but it's like selling meat."
Like, why are you cutting his meat to make dumplings?"
With that said, he pulled the young Ming Jun aside.
He took out the short ax in his hand, chopped off Yuan Jun's arm with a pop, then placed half of the arm on the chest of Yuan Jun's corpse, raised the ax and lowered it, just like chopping ribs, and clicked twice to make the deceased's fingers fall off the palm.
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Then, the old soldier picked up one of Yuan Jun's fingers, flicked it, and the finger disappeared into the snow. The ring on it was put into the old soldier's arms. Then there was another one, and a golden hammer.
The veteran nodded with satisfaction, stood up and walked towards the next target.
"Wait a minute!" The young Ming army behind him called to the veteran.
The veteran turned around, "What?"
"Mine?" The young Ming Jun's face was ferocious and unambiguous, "I found it!"
"I chopped it off!" the veteran said disdainfully, "Why are you biting my ball?"
"I'll fuck you, mother!" The young Ming army couldn't bear it any longer, and he smashed his fist as big as a casserole, slamming the veteran's face squarely in the face.
"I will fuck your mother!"
The old soldier also screamed strangely, and the two sides fought each other in the heap of dead people until they got to the flesh.
"What's going on over there?"
"Someone is bullying Er Mao!"
"Damn it, the little soldier is in the sky, how dare he fight against Lao Xu?"
"Damn it, bully our guy, go ahead!"
Immediately afterwards, the young Ming soldiers and veterans, the Ming soldiers who had fought side by side just now, were among the corpses of the Yuan soldiers everywhere. Their brains were beaten into dog brains because of these trophies.
"These are idiots!" Not far away, Fu Rang saw this scene, his face turned blue and he gritted his teeth.
"Hahaha!" Lan Yu laughed indifferently, "Hey, soldiers, with this virtue, let them fight. They won't stop unless we tell the difference!" As he said, he said to Fu Youde
He continued, "Boy, I will teach you another trick!"
"Say it!" Fu Youde smiled.
Lan Yu looked at the soldiers fighting over there and spoke slowly, "Leading soldiers cannot be disciplined! Remember, you are not leading soldiers, but a group of wolf cubs, but the wolf king!"
If Fu Youde was concerned, he also looked at the scuffled soldiers.
He found that although the soldiers were ruthless and punched hard to the flesh, they were still doing their job and no one attacked them out of anger.
The same is true for wolves in a pack. Although they bite each other, they hardly harm their companions.
Suddenly, Lan Yu beside Fu Youde turned around and strode outside.
Walking to the edge of the dense forest, the guard respectfully handed the reins to Lan Yu.
Lan Yu was resurrected as a scapegoat and came to the army alone without any bodyguards around him. But these Ming warriors who temporarily became his bodyguards were full of admiration for him.
"I've known you for a long time, but I still don't know what your name is?" Lan Yu got on the horse and said to the guard who was holding the horse for him.
The guard said anxiously, "The last general is Zhang Zhenguo!"
"What a name! Did your father give it to you?" Lan Yu asked with a smile.
"My father gave two buckets of rice to a scholar from Bian Shang Village in exchange for his name!" Zhang Zhenguo said with a smile.
"Scholars who have been plagued by plague, a name costs two buckets of rice?" Lan Yu yelled, "Scholars deserve to die!" As he said this, he touched his body and finally found a golden cake half the size of a palm in his belt.
Throw it over with a swish, "Take it!"
"This...?" Zhang Zhenguo was puzzled.
"Are you married?" Lan Yu asked again.
Zhang Zhenguo shook his head, holding up the gold cake and not daring to accept it.
"Just treat it as a congratulatory gift from me when you get married in the future!" Lan Yu pulled down the reins and smiled, "I will never be indebted to the brothers around me in this life, so take it!"
"Hey! Thank you Lanshuai!" Zhang Zhenguo said with a smile, "I don't need this gold at all. When I have a son in the future, I will use this to give him a golden lock of longevity!"
Lan Yu thought about it and said with a smile, "It's up to you!" Then he started his horse.
He was behind him, and Zhang Zhenguo was just about to follow him, but he heard Lan Yu speak again, scolding him with some displeasure.
"Don't follow me, I'll go for a walk by myself!"
Zhang Zhenguo stayed where he was, watching Lan Yu slowly mount his horse and head towards the dense forest on the other side.
This chapter has been completed!