A gust of wind rose from the ground and swept across the sky and the earth. In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, and dust and smoke billowed. Countless soldiers were swaying backwards in the strong wind, and some were blown directly into the air.
This is a natural disaster, which people cannot associate with human power, but just now everyone saw that it was the majestic man who pushed forward such a huge wind with his palms, creating such a great trend.
Everyone is frightened and trembling with fear. They have gone through hundreds of battles. They have never seen any scene or encountered any momentum. For them, life and death have long been forgotten. Everyone who steps on the battlefield has
Half of their bodies have been buried in the loess, and there is nothing else in the world that can shake their hearts.
But at this moment, this almost weird sight that could be called a miracle made every one of them spontaneously feel a chill and timidity in their hearts.
The strong wind gradually subsided, and the flying stones and sand in the air gradually fell down, hitting everyone's heads and covering everyone's bodies, but no one paid any attention to these.
They stared blankly ahead, their limbs so stiff that they couldn't move. Snap, Duan Zhengming shook his sleeves violently, and then his whole body was shaken, and his energy surged, shaking away all the dust on his body.
At this time, he raised his head and looked forward, but Xuanwu and the others had disappeared, as if they had disappeared out of thin air, as if they had been swept away by the sudden strong wind. However, this strong wind was caused by Xuanwu himself, so what?
He would be swept away. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he cast his gaze into the distance, where the remaining dozen or so people in the world were desperately running away into the distance under the leadership of Wuwu, each and every one of them running extremely fast and in a state of embarrassment.
Just when he was hesitating whether to continue the pursuit, beside him, Sima Fan Hua, one of the three princes, had already flicked the dust off his body. As a Sima, he was in charge of Dali's troops. He looked up and saw people fleeing in the distance.
Xianwu and others immediately shouted, "All officers and soldiers, listen to the order and attack with all your strength quickly. I will wipe out all the rebels." His hatred for these people in the world was surging in his heart.
As soon as all the sergeants heard what he said, they all turned to look at the leading general. They saw Lu raised his long sword and waved it forward, "Chasing", and then rushed over at the head of the crowd. All the soldiers behind him rushed over.
Follow it.
After escaping and chasing, they quickly disappeared from the sight of Duan Zhengming and others. They all rushed into a dense forest ahead and disappeared.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Fan Hua turned to Duan Zhengming and asked worriedly. Duan Zhengming waved his hand, "I'm okay. Let's see how the others are doing?"
At that moment, several people looked around and found that except for a few minor injuries, there were no serious injuries. As for the three elders of Youshan and Zhao Baxian, the chief escort of Tianwei Escort Bureau, they were all shot with short guns.
Stung to death.
It seems that the later soldiers did not recognize them and regarded them as the same group as the Jianghu people. "Your Majesty, Fan Sima, look at it quickly," Zhu Danchen shouted loudly.
"What's the matter?" Duan Zhengming walked over and asked in a deep voice. Fan Hua also moved forward and looked under Zhu Danchen. His eyes widened immediately and he shouted sadly: "Old man!" He was one step ahead.
He grabbed it and hugged a body on the ground.
"Old Ba?" Duan Zhengming reacted immediately and looked again. Isn't it Sikong Ba Tianshi that Fan Hua is holding in his arms? Wasn't he sent down the mountain by me? Could it be that he was killed in a chaotic battle after he came up?
Really? Thinking of this, Duan Zhengming felt sad. In today's battle, two out of three Dali Dukes were eliminated. Only Sima Fan Hua was left. Looking at Fan Hua who was feeling sad there, he frowned deeply.
Frowned.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations has high cliffs and deep valleys. The cliffs on both sides are steep and dangerous rocks protrude. It looks very scary and dangerous. Below is a dense pine forest that stretches across the valley bottom.
In the dense forest, Wuxi led a group of people towards the front at a rapid pace. None of the survivors was intact.
After experiencing the battle just now, all traces of the battle were left on his body. Everyone had at least several wounds on his body, and his clothes were stained with blood. Some even lost an arm, and the broken arm was bloody and bloody.
, bones are thick, and the blood has been stopped.
But they didn't dare to stop and rest, because behind them, the shouts of killing were still ringing continuously. Looking back, they could faintly see the exposed spear head flashing with cold light, and the sound of the friction of gold and steel could be heard in their ears.
sound.
All this shows that the enemy is not far behind. If there is a slight delay, they will be forced into the battle again. Thinking of the battle just now, their hearts tremble. It is an indelible nightmare in their lives.
Wuwu ran at the front to lead the way, and those behind him followed closely. Although he didn't know where he would be taken, at this moment, the only way to be safe was to follow him.
A group of people turned left and right, twisting and turning, and in a short time they threw away all the soldiers behind them. When they looked back, they could no longer see the spears and cold fronts, and could not hear the shouts of killing in their ears.
sound.
Everyone's hearts gradually relaxed, and after following the void for about a quarter of an hour, they had left the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities and arrived at an open space.
When they arrived here, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. As soon as they relaxed, the fatigue and pain on their bodies also hit their hearts one by one. The aches and pains spread all over the body. Everyone felt weak and tired for a while.
In groups of twos and threes, everyone randomly found a place to sit down and rest. Then they took out the healing medicines they carried with them, such as golden sore medicine, and applied them on and bandaged them. Others immediately sat down cross-legged to regulate their internal breathing.
No one has the strength to say another word, they are all doing their own things silently. After this battle, a haze has enveloped their hearts forever, and I am afraid it will be difficult to get rid of it in this life.
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"Ah", a man who had broken his left hand gritted his teeth and cried out in pain. Beads of sweat immediately rolled down his face. His right hand was tightly holding a piece of cloth, which wrapped the wound on his left arm, leaving no trace of dirt.
Blood seeped out from between the strips of cloth.
Bang, a man covered in blood grabbed his right leg with both hands, and in a burst of skeletal sounds, he forcibly reattached his broken bones, then rolled up his trousers and smeared some on his legs.
A green liquid, this liquid exudes a strong medicinal smell.
After the hearty battle, there were endless painful sequelae. The world only saw the heartiness and shock of the battle, but few people saw the misery behind the scenery.dd