Jiannu's cavalry rushed into the dilapidated and thin spear formation of the Ming army. The black crow's war horse in Jiale'er'e crashed directly into a spear. The pole looked like a rusty spear of the Han army. In the huge

Under the collision, it directly penetrated Black Crow's war horse without any hindrance. The huge body of the war horse suddenly overturned. The huge impact force knocked the Ming army upside down and flew out. Blood spurted out from its mouth, turning into

A dazzling red light fell to the ground without even moving. It seemed that it was dead, but the black crow was also thrown into the Ming army's formation by the war horse.

What a black crow, he deserves to be a Jurchen warrior, and he deserves to be a second-class Dajin Batulu who has experienced hundreds of battles. Even when his body flew into the air and fell towards a raised spear of the Ming army, he was still able to twist around in the air.

, he was able to barely escape the Ming army's spear, and the spear was stabbed from the side of his neck in no time. The coldness of the spear made goosebumps appear on his neck.

Landing with a crash, he instinctively swung the steel knife in his hand and slashed at the enemy on the opposite side. However, he forgot that the steel knife in his hand was not a steel knife, but just a broken bow. The bow hit the body of a Ming soldier.

He only beat the Ming army to stagger, but did not kill him.

If you don't kill him, you will kill yourself. The Ming army collapsed, but a tall figure appeared behind him. His armor was covered with blood, and the sword in his hand was swung down unceremoniously.

, chopped at the black crow's neck.

Black Crow roared: "You're good to go." He turned around violently, and the sword went empty. Then he grabbed the handle of the sword at his waist, and yanked it hard, but he felt that it was suddenly empty. His brain could not control it.

A heartbreaking pain came from his arm. When he looked at it, his right arm had been severed by the enemy's knife and separated from his body.

Black Crow screamed and continued to fight with his left hand, but there was no iron tip. It was just a sharpened wooden stick that passed through the chest and penetrated Black Crow directly. Just when Black Crow was about to die, he saw

As for the Ming army who killed him, he was just a teenager with a double-grabbed chicken on his head. In the Ming Dynasty, such a bun showed that he had not yet reached the crown, and he was still a child.

The great Jinjiale Erzhen, the dignified second-class Batulu, died in the hands of a child, a cowardly Ming army child: "I am more unjust than Dou E -"

The real black crow in Jiale'er's head roared fiercely to the sky, with eyes full of unwillingness, and fell down on this strange and cold land, and was then trampled into pulp by countless pairs of big feet.

Facing the black Jianzhou cavalry rushing towards him, Mao Wenlong felt desperate in the face of such a huge impact. In such an unequal war, death was so close to him, and he wanted to escape this time.

Life is definitely a luxury.

At this time, Mao Wenlong felt a sense of nothingness in his mind. His soul seemed to have left his body, floating into the air, and began to look down at this tragic and huge battlefield.

It is indeed unreliable to travel through time. Now Mao Wenlong has a real feeling that there is an extremely huge god outside this earth, squatting in the vast void of space, with a evil face.

Staring at his little earth with a smile, staring at himself that he had teased, playing the game he liked as he pleased.

Mao Wenlong felt that he had pulled out the original Mao Wenlong's soul and thrown it into the serious history, and he had taken out his own soul from the original serious history and thrown it into this history. Now Mao Wenlong absolutely believes that his life

It is a pseudo-history, everything is false, and there is huge proof for this.

In the real history, the description of this Seven Battles at Linpan is a dozen concise and concise words: "In the Seven Battles at Linpan, Marshal Mao and the enemy had equal numbers of casualties, and they retreated from each other."

During that period of history, Mao Wenlong survived these seven battles with all his beard and tail intact, until he was beheaded by Yuan Chonghuan in the second year of Chongzhen.

And now in this history, I definitely can't wait for Yuan Chonghuan to kill me in the second year of Chongzhen, because the momentum and strength of the Jianzhou Jurchen who rushed from the opposite side, this time, was the third battle of Lin Pan.

, is dead.

So this nihilistic soul was ready to fly into the universe and ask that huge giant god, why are you playing with me like this? Are you very idle? Am I very idle?

However, as soon as the soul left the body, it was pulled back again, because the scattered bows and arrows from its position did not stop the Jianzhou Jurchens' attack. The Jianzhou Jurchens' cavalry had already rushed into the position, and a horse

The big black horse crashed directly into Mao Wenlong. If he were hit by this thousand-pound war horse like a tank, his bones and tendons would be broken, and he would vomit eight buckets of blood.

It's over, everything is over, what started in the morning ends at this time, this is a game, this is a dream, then okay, I will continue to sleep.

But just as he closed his eyes, a powerful force rushed towards him. Wang Hao, a soldier, saw that his commander was in danger, so he rushed forward regardless of his own safety. In a fit of force, he picked up Mao Wenlong and threw him into the middle of the formation.

The severe pain made Mao Wenlong feel again that this was not a dream, that he was truly alive, living in the suffering of the late Ming Dynasty, and living in this battlefield where countless soldiers were fighting.

Since you are still alive, since it is still real history, you must fight, not for any reason, but for the instinct to live a little longer.

Just when Mao Wenlong was getting up after being thrown to pieces, he saw another Jiannu. After his horse was pierced by a spear, he actually jumped into the air on the horse's back and threw himself into his formation.

Then he rolled on the ground, knocked over one of his subordinates with the broken bow in his hand, and then grabbed the big knife at his waist.

Mao Wenlong's first instinct was that this was a fierce general of the enemy. If this person was allowed to gain a foothold in his own formation, it would cause a unilateral massacre of his own soldiers with low combat effectiveness.

It will immediately disrupt your own formation, and the results will be disastrous.

Abandon the hypocritical history that exists, and you must fight for this history. Death in battle is inevitable, but you must kill as many enemies as possible before the war, so as to reduce even one opponent for the Han people here.

So Mao Wenlong swung the big knife in his hand and slashed at the enemy's neck. However, the enemy was very agile. He just twisted around nimbly and avoided his vital parts, but after all, he did not avoid other parts. His own

The broadsword severely cut off his right arm.

And at this moment, behind the enemy, a child holding a wooden stick inserted his wooden stick into the enemy's back.

The enemy was dead, and Mao Wenlong immediately heard a Jurchen scream. With this cry, all the Jurchens stopped fighting. Even if the Ming army's swords and guns penetrated his body, they still couldn't.
Chapter completed!