The bloody head, the dripping blood, the braid pulled in the hand, and the provocative eyes are very visual impact and very contagious.
"Come on, come on!"
Shi Dayong acted in an extremely exaggerated manner, biting half of the head's face like a madman, tearing off a piece of bloody human flesh in one "open" mouth, gobbling it up, and then throwing the head forward with all his strength.
The arc of the parabola is like a rainbow in mid-air, but the difference is that it is a red rainbow reflected in blood.[
Bright and eye-catching, it is the most beautiful rainbow in the sky!
We are wolves, we are tigers, we are not docile sheep, we are not beasts to be slaughtered!
We have sharp knives, we have sharp edges, and we have sharp fangs!
Don't look down upon us, don't insult us, we are bloodthirsty Han Chinese!
Horror is not your specialty, we can do it too.
Come on, you little dwarfs with bad yellow teeth!
………
"Shh!..."
The moment his head hit the ground, boos erupted over the battlefield.
Madman! Madman! This is a man-eating madman!
Gulbusch's face turned green: The Ming general opposite is a madman! He must be a madman! Only a madman would do this!
Bayan's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, full of fear. His head, which had already come to life, rolled down on the ground for several feet before finally stopping. Half of his face was facing upwards, and half of his face was facing downwards. The other was facing upwards.
There was a bloody hole on half of his face, and blood was flowing upwards along the hole.
For the first time, Gulbusch, who had chopped the necks of several Ming people and cut off their bodies at the waist, felt a chill and the horror of death.
He stared blankly ahead, looking at the Ming general who was openly provoking him, and almost subconsciously touched his face.
He was scared, he was really scared.
The dismounted mount also moved its hooves uneasily, and the overly frightening fear had been transmitted to the war horse.
………
"saliva!"
Spitting out the unpalatable flesh and blood, Shi Dayong stood still. He was waiting. He wanted to know whether his exaggerated performance would infect his subordinates and soldiers.[
The battle just now did not make him proud. He found that his soldiers were far from having the courage to fight against all enemies, and many of them were still afraid.
And now, he is going to truly transfer his spirit of contempt for everything, fear of everything, and courage to everything to his subordinates, his Songshan Army.
He wants to turn the Songshan Army into a bloodthirsty army, an army that regards its enemies as ants!
No matter how rigorous the training, no matter how good the equipment, no matter how brutal the battle, no matter how brutal the battle is, it will not make the soldiers truly crazy and fearless of life and death. Only complete contempt can make the enemy take root in people's hearts and make them fight bravely until they kill the last enemy.
, or the last one to fall.
…………
The silence and consternation are short-lived, and the commander's actions are the signpost for the army.
Shi Dayong's goal was achieved.
The moment they saw him drinking the blood of the Tatars, the souls of the Songshan Army were shocked. They had never seen such a bloody and terrifying scene, and the person who depicted this scene was the garrison leader who commanded them.
"come on!"
That kind of fearless provocation, aloof and fearless heroism made the soldiers feel proud. Even the civilians in the car formation couldn't help but straighten their backs and look at everything in front of them with admiration.
In the eyes of these simple soldiers and civilians, drinking human blood and eating human flesh is not a treason or atrocity that violates the harmony of heaven, but a kind of courage.
Everyone in the world respects the brave, because only the brave can lead them to victory.
The best way to turn a group of sheep into a group of wolves is to turn them all into wolves.
"Heads!"
Guo Yi, who had always been the only one to act bravely, was the first to rush out of the crowd. His target was very clear - the surviving Eight Banners soldiers lying next to the garrison master.
He raised his long sword high and his eyes were sharp.
"Dog Tartar, suffer death!"
Looking at Guo Yi, whose eyes were filled with cold light, the wailing Mongolian soldiers were almost heartbroken. In his ears, the piece of meat on the warrior Bayan's face was chewed to pieces.
"Rare..."
Before he could even speak a word of Chinese, the sword flashed across his neck.
Time seems to freeze, everything stops rotating, and the scene in front of you freezes for an instant.[
"Chi!"
The clearest sound came to his ears, and soon he could no longer hear any sound. He felt that the world in front of him was turned upside down, and he was extremely dizzy. When the scene settled, he realized that his body was still kneeling there.
"Well…"
The Mongolian soldier felt that he had made a sound, but he could not hear his own voice.
Why don't I feel pain?
The Mongolian soldier blinked hard. He knew that he was not dead. But, why am I still alive?
No one could answer his question, and until his eyelids closed and the world turned dark, he didn't know why he lived for so long.
"Come on, Tartars!"
Following suit, Guo Yi also held high the heads of the Eight Banners soldiers that he had beheaded and shouted wildly towards the opposite side. Perhaps, feeling that he could not do as well as the garrison master, he hurriedly raised his head above his head and opened his mouth greedily.
He opened his mouth to taste the Tatar's blood, but the blood seemed to pour out of a basin and sprayed all over his face with a "swish".
His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all covered in blood, sticky, smelly, and had a strange smell that couldn't be wiped off.
Guo Yi wanted to vomit, he really wanted to vomit, but after seeing the approving look from the guard, his spirit was lifted. He raised his head to the north and no longer hated the blood on his face. On the contrary, he longed for more blood.
.
If there is the first, there will be the second, and if there is the second, there will definitely be the third.
The army is a violent organization, and the leader's behavior is destined to be imitated by his subordinates and soldiers.
Officers and soldiers rushed out of the formation one after another. They went crazy to chop down the surviving Eight Banners soldiers, ignoring their pleas and slashing them down one after another.
Soon, the heads chopped off from the shoulders were lifted over their heads and thrown forward by the officers.
There were not enough heads, so the corpses that had not yet been trimmed became the targets of the slaughter, and the severed arms were thrown forward like flying rain. There was even a beating heart.
A shocking scene of dismemberment was staged in front of the Songshan Army.
Look straight, the Liaodong soldiers on top of Dalinghe City looked straight, the Mongolian soldiers with red flags looked straight, and the Manchu soldiers with yellow flags also looked straight.
After a long time, the Manchu soldiers heard the furious voice of Niu Lu'e Zhen Tu Lai: "Kill, kill all these barbaric Ming people!"