The bear girl with her right arm floated to the ground about five feet away from Yan Yun, with a charming smile on her lips. She waved her black and thick right arm proudly, waving away the blood stains on her sharp claws.
Then, with the eyes of a winner, she looked at Yan Yun, whom she had disemboweled.
She was very happy to watch him die. It would be best if he died in a particularly painful way to relieve the hatred in her heart!
"Sister, how are you?" But it was the bear girl with the left arm who shouted, her voice trembling, and it seemed to contain inexplicable fear.
"What can I do..." The right-arm bear girl was about to respond with a smile, when her throat felt sweet and something in her body spurted out uncontrollably. She lowered her head and saw that it was sticky and was blood!
She also saw at the same time that there was a short sword stuck in her smooth belly, with only half of the sword body left outside.
Finally, she felt severe pain, her legs softened, and she knelt on the ground.
"Sister..." There was a look of begging in her eyes. "Help me..."
She was so confident that she did not listen to the left-armed bear girl's advice "Don't let him get close". Instead, she relied on her body skills and her own divine power to fight in close quarters, thinking that she could kill Yan Yun on the spot with one blow.
But Yan Yun is not an ordinary general. His abilities come from hard training and life-and-death fights on the battlefield. Unless he dies immediately, it is extremely dangerous for him to have any strength left.
The bear girl in the left arm put away the python leather whip, flew to the bear girl in the right arm, and said: "Don't be afraid, sister, I will take you to find the master."
She picked up the bear girl with her right arm, shook it a few times, and stood at the top of the smoke-filled tent. She paused briefly, but she was trying to determine the direction.
"East Wolf King, Yan Yun is dead, why don't we quickly catch all these Yu barbarians? When will we wait?"
The voice of the left-arm bear girl is not high, but with the blessing of magic power, it can be heard extremely far.
After saying that, she passed through the ceiling of the big tent and drifted away.
The fire is burning!
Light up the nearby snow!
It was like a huge trap, attracting all the sergeants of Dayu who were attacking the Qiang army, like moths to a flame!
The soldiers and horses led by Yanchang and Yanhu attracted the main force of the Qiang people. Yanlong led Zhou Tong's armored cavalry with sharp knives, charging all the way, catching up from behind, and rushing to the Chinese army's tent in front.
When the voice of the left-armed bear girl came, he didn't believe it. He didn't believe that his third brother, who took the head of the general in the army, would be annihilated!
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The golden tent is where the East Wolf King's palace is. There is no mistaking it. Yan Yun should have already succeeded in setting off such a big fire!
"General, where are the three generals!"
On a nearby watchtower, there was actually a disguised sergeant brought by Yan Yun hiding. He stood high and saw the scene that happened before.
Yanlong followed the direction of his finger and saw Yan Yun lying in a pool of blood at a glance. He was so anxious that he galloped over and quickly jumped off the horse.
"Third brother..." Yan Long shouted again, tears welling up in his eyes, and he knelt beside him, looking at his bloody body.
Perhaps Yan Yun heard his brother's cry, and he wanted to respond, so he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the divine light in his eyes flashed slightly.
Zhou Tong touched the aorta in Yanyun's neck and said, "The three generals are still alive!"
"Are you still alive?" Yan Long woke up from his dream, raised his arm to wipe his eyes, and shouted, "Zhou Tong, send my third brother back to Longtou Pass to find a military doctor!"
"No!" Zhou Tong picked up Yan Yun and got on the horse with the help of others.
"I will open the way!" Yan Yun held the horse's pole in hand and was about to return to the original road.
At this time, the disguised sergeant on the watchtower said hurriedly: "General, the commander's flag——"
"Where? How far away?"
"We are heading here..." The sergeant suddenly changed the subject and shouted, "No, the Qiang people are mobilizing troops and they want to encircle us!"
The trumpet sounded like thunder in the chaotic army.
In the distance, the horses' hooves were hurried, and the Qiang people's orders and shouts could be heard.
"Lord Wolf ordered us to capture Yanchang alive and defeat Longtou Pass!"
It was at this moment that the golden tent, which symbolized the authority of the East Wolf King, finally collapsed, creating a chaos of smoke and dust.
Yanlong looked back and saw that the big tent had become flat. Opposite the jumping fire, he saw a flag with the word "Yan" fluttering in the wind!
Under the flag, there are clearly the father and son of Yanchang Yanhu who had just finished a bloody battle.
"Father, handsome!" Yanlong shouted.
Yan Chang was stunned, his gray brows furrowed, and there was surprise in his suspicion, and he said: "San'er?"
He had long heard the message "Yan Yun is dead". He was not surprised by the news. He suddenly heard the cry and thought it was Yan Yun who was not dead, so he was surprised.
"Father is handsome, he is the eldest brother!" Yan Hu's eyesight is better than that of his father.
"Father, my third brother is seriously injured. I'm about to take him back to the city!" Yanlong shouted, "The Qiang people want to encircle us, let's rush out from here!"
"Fool!" Yan Chang's eyes widened angrily, and he yelled through gritted teeth, "You come back the same way you came. If you can't go back, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
Yanlong took a deep look at Yanchang and his second brother, pulled the reins of his horse, and led Zhou Tong and others toward the outside to break through.
"General, go northeast!" the sergeant on the watchtower shouted.
Yan Chang looked at the eldest son's back in the distance for a long time, then turned his head and glanced at Yan Hu's bleeding abdomen, his eyes became kind, and he whispered: "Second son, I am here to attract the enemy with my father..."
"Follow the order!"
"Do you blame your father for being partial?"
"How can a son blame his father?"
"No..." Yan Chang reached out and patted Yan Hu's shoulder in a rare moment, "I am ashamed of myself as a father..."
Yan Hu no longer knew what tears were, and it seemed that he had never experienced what fatherly love was since he was a child. But at this moment, the sound of "Er Er" had already surpassed everything.
"Father..." Yan Hu choked with tears in his eyes, "If there is a next life, I will still be your son..."
"Okay..." Yan Chang smiled heartily and suddenly said sternly, "Raise the general's flag!"
On the high watchtower, a blood-stained "Yan" flag was hoisted. It was once hung on the tower of Longtou Pass, but at this moment, it was flying next to the East Wolf King's central army tent.
The strong wind blows and the flags flutter, as if to declare its final glory!
"Little East Wolf King, Yan Chang is here, how dare you fight with me!"
Yan Chang's energy sinks into his Dantian, and he looks up to the sky and calls out.
"Yanchang, it's Yanchang!"
"Capture Yanchang alive! Defeat Longtou Pass!"
Among the chaotic soldiers and horses, the excited shouts of the Qiang people came.
The snow suddenly stopped for a while, then started falling again, like goose feathers, falling from the endless sky.
It is so dense that as far as the eye can see, the whole world is occupied by its white feathers.
The horses' hooves are like springs and their feet are like drums. The black Qiang soldiers will surge in from all directions like an overwhelming mountain.
Most of Dayu's soldiers have been lost, and the total number does not exceed a thousand, but there is no fear on their faces.
"Generals, listen to the order!" Yan Chang shouted, raising the armor-piercing spear in his hand.
"Array up!"
"kill!"
[Starting from today, we will increase our update efforts to ensure an update volume of 100,000 words per month, Alexander]
