Under the sharp and thin edge of the sword, the gorgeous clothes had no protective effect, and it penetrated deeply into the chest. Fortunately, Timur was not the kind of person to sit back and wait for death. He reacted the moment he sensed danger, and finally
At the critical moment, he used all his strength to successfully twist his body. The amplitude was not large in a very short period of time, but he succeeded in making the angle of the sword pierce slightly wrong. The stabbing site was in the middle right of the chest, and it missed the heart.
, only slightly hurting the lungs.
Even so, the severe pain still made Timur's body stiffen slightly and his face turned pale.
Bai Ying also felt that there were some deviations, and was about to strike again with his sword, but Timur suddenly summoned the strength to slash with his chakra sword, and the other guards rushed forward like crazy.
What a pity! Bai Ying didn't even think about it, he drew out his sharp sword, dodged and flew away, and withdrew from the chaotic encirclement.
The sharp sword left the body, and the blood in the body immediately filled the wound, sputtering out. Timur was like a deflated balloon, and his knees softened and he knelt down.
The guards who rushed up tightly guarded Timur, using their bodies as a human wall. The others were also out of control, and started to attack Bai Ying like crazy. The scene was chaotic, and it was difficult to hide his crazy behavior.
The breath of killing.
More than a hundred cavalrymen were stimulated and rioted, and not everyone could touch the danger. Bai Ying originally wanted to find another opportunity to assassinate Timur, but seeing the situation in front of him, he no longer hesitated and retreated decisively. He was like a colorful butterfly.
, dancing gracefully, avoiding everyone's attacks, stepping on their shoulders to evacuate the area.
Just like when he came, he was silent and traceless, and he was still stepping on their shoulders.
Some people may lament Bai Ying's Qinggong, marveling at the lightness and "leisurely strolling", but the escorts inside felt extremely humiliated and almost fell into a state of madness.
The majestic cavalry allowed the assassin to walk in openly in front of them, then walked out without any scruples, and even hurt their king!!
I have seen bullies, but I have never seen anyone bully like this!!
"Stop it! Stop it!" The guard captain was going crazy. He roared like crazy. The mighty guards were so embarrassed! If I tell you, who will believe it? Who will believe it!!
Timur coughed violently, coughing out blood in large mouthfuls. He was angry and scared at the same time. If he had slowed down just a little bit, his life would have been decided here.
"Chief! Chief!! How are you?" The guards pressed Timur's chest hard, and blood still couldn't help but flow out. The scarlet color was more dazzling than anything else in their eyes.
Timur struggled to stand up, looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, and struggled to squeeze out one word: "Withdraw!"
He is an ambitious person, and a decisive person! I had told him before that Tianmen would have countermeasures, and he also suspected that there would be an ambush, but he never thought that Di Cheng would ignore the comfort of the base and gather these strong men together.
The power... far exceeds imagination!! At this moment, Sukhbamon is rebelling again, and the Huwei troops cannot hold on for long!
Once there is a defeat here, Heiwu's extraordinary troops will be enough to disrupt the battlefield situation and bring immeasurable impact to the stalemate battlefield.
Tomahawk? Tamerlane no longer counts on those losers. The fight has been going on for such a long time, and a large number of armed forces have intervened. So far, there is no news at all, and the hope is not too great.
"Let's go, let's go!" The guards were relieved, helped Timur get back on his horse, and hurriedly yelled at him to evacuate. They were really afraid that Timur would persist in vain. The situation on the battlefield was the same thing, and his own body wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Maybe the troops would end the battle within half an hour, but what about Timur??
We must quickly find a quiet and safe place to treat Timur's injuries first.
However... withdrawing?? It's not that simple! Let's not talk about Tianmen's willingness or not. The battlefield has developed to this extent, and it is almost impossible for the cavalry troops to withdraw.
Just as the escort was 'wrapping' Timur and slowly leaving the battlefield, accompanied by a violent roar, at the edge of the chaotic battle circle, three cavalrymen seemed to have been attacked by an explosion, and both men and horses rolled out, accompanied by
The screams of war horses, the screams of cavalry, and the splash of rain of blood.
Only by witnessing this scene with your own eyes can you feel the visual impact and spiritual shock. The three cavalrymen who got up in embarrassment were shocked and frightened. The cavalrymen around them also gasped and stared at them with wide eyes.
The demon-like figure walked out slowly.
Yang Jing was covered in blood, with a cold face. He held the tungsten stick with blood dripping on it and walked out slowly. Unlike the distorted face and howling wildly at the beginning, although he was calm at this moment, he was exuding energy from the inside out.
A burst of violence and blood evil. He glanced coldly at the cavalry around him. Their hearts were trembling slightly because they were filled with murderous intent. They swallowed hard and wanted to attack on horseback, but they couldn't move their legs, so they couldn't restrain themselves.
Hold on to the fear and retreat little by little.
"Sukhba beast!" Yang Jing roared violently, causing the surrounding cavalry to tremble. They no longer dared to provoke. He turned around and rushed towards the battle circle with his equally frightened horse, running towards other black warriors to show off their skills.
Brave.
"What are your orders, Commander Yang!!" Sukhba Beast, deep in the battle circle, roared in awkward Chinese, with a hint of respect in his tone. He had finally seen how terrifying this leader of the Eight Tribes was.
No wonder everyone in the base is so in awe, no wonder the unruly Heiwu troops are willing to surrender, no wonder they dare to call Tianmen the second keeper! The performance just now clearly fell into his eyes, one word... crazy!!
"I'll leave this to you! Hold this cavalry down for me!"
"Leave it to us!!" Sukhbamon roared loudly, with blood surging all over his body, and the battle became more and more wild. As long as Chechen was not around, he would have the confidence to fight head-on with Huwei's troops!!
"Xu Yun!!" Yang Jing ordered the general again! The sonorous roar was like the jingling of gold and stone, clearly spreading throughout the entire audience.
"Here!!" At the edge of the battle circle on the right rear, Xu Yun, who had already reached here, shouted loudly. His momentum was shaken, and his offensive increased again. He perfectly combined running and spinning, and his arms flew wildly, carrying a sharp rotating knife.
The light swept across the sides of the two war horses, leaving a bloody mess along the way. The war horses hissed in pain, jumped and struggled like crazy, and overturned the cavalry above them. The eight team members who followed behind were all fierce.
Fiercely, he broke through the melee circle and fought his way out.
"Zhou Shaohua!! Yi Tingxuan!" Yang Jing ordered again.
Zhou Shaohua and Yi Tingxuan on the side responded loudly, their combat power suddenly soared. With the help of their subordinates, they broke through the encirclement and fought their way out one after another.
"Xu Yun, Shaohua, Tingxuan, take your teams and go to the east gate to support."
"Understood!!" The three of them wiped the minced meat and blood on their faces and shouted loudly to their subordinates in the battle circle. It just so happened that at this time, the news of Timur's assassination and the order to retreat also reached the battle circle.
The situation, which had been stalemate before, became obviously chaotic.
"First Guard, Dahan..." Yang Jing turned his head and looked at the black-robed Du Xing who followed Dahan and focused on the pair of bloody sickles: "There is also Du Xing, let's go to the north gate!
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Not long after, with the help of the checked tribes, the black troops struggled out of the battle circle one after another, each one covered in blood and full of murderous intent. Without much encouragement, the troops were divided into two and went straight to the North Gate and the East Gate.
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The shouts of killing shook the sky from two directions in the northeast of the base, and the fire filled the air. Except for those who fell to the ground, there were figures fighting desperately. As the distance got closer, the tragic and tragic feeling became more real.
The few cavalrymen who delivered the retreat order to the base were wiped out by Yu Niang who was following them, so the battlefield was still fierce and unaffected, and they did not notice that a troop was approaching quickly behind them.
The black troops did not rush forward blankly, nor did they stupidly fight with the thousands of cavalry on the periphery. Instead, they gradually dispersed, taking advantage of the chaos and smoke in the scene, bending down and sneaking into the battlefield carefully.
Traveling quickly through circuits, some people may be unfortunately discovered and be surrounded and killed miserably on the battlefield. Most of them managed to sneak in. After getting close to the city wall area, they suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the city gate.
Of course, no matter how powerful a few hundred troops are, they can't turn the tide, so...
While moving at full speed, they quietly "dropped" a few water glass-like objects. In the chaotic battlefield, these small objects were inconspicuous and did not attract the attention of outsiders.
But in the grass not far away, Yan Shou and his group of insidious soldiers were lying there, but their eyes were red with excitement, they were rubbing their hands frequently and staring at the battlefield in the distance.
These little things are high-tech gadgets that he shamelessly learned from Augustus...remote control bombs!!
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