Tang Yin galloped on his horse, and when he was about to approach Mo Cavalry, he turned around and shouted: "Bring me the bow!"
A guard rushed forward and handed the hard bow and arrow pot he carried with him to Tang Yin's hand. The latter took it, picked up the arrow pot on his back, picked up the bow and arrow, and pointed it at a Mo cavalryman in front of him, raising his hand.
One arrow.
Whoops!
With the sound of the arrow breaking through the wind, the arrow pierced the sky and hit the Mo Cavalryman in the neck. The Mo Cavalryman did not even let out a cry and fell off his horse on his back.
Tang Yin immediately took out another arrow, raised his hand and fired another arrow. Pounce! This arrow was equally accurate and hit the neck of a Mo cavalryman again. Tang Yin shot five arrows in a row, without any need to fire, and each hit the target.
Every branch costs human life.
Soon, Mo's cavalry also noticed the approach of Tang Yin's group. They shouted to each other and sent out more than a hundred cavalry to meet Tang Yin. Tang Yin waved and threw away the hard bow and arrow pot, shook his arms, and had two more hands.
Scimitar, at the same time, black mist appeared around him. In the blink of an eye, a layer of pitch-black scale armor appeared on his body, and the spiritual sword in his hand became narrower and longer due to the spiritual transformation.
Without warning, the spiritual sword in his hand suddenly lit up with black flames. At this time, Mo Cavalry had already rushed in front of him. Tang Yin drew out both swords. As the horses crossed each other, several cavalrymen were struck by his spiritual sword.
The knights on the horse screamed and rolled off their horses. Threads of white mist rose from their bodies, flew into the air, and followed Tang Yin.
They were about to engage in battle. Short weapons were unable to exert their power. Tang Yin spiritualized his two swords again and combined them into sickles. He held the sickle in one hand and the reins in the other, and charged into the crowd of Mo cavalry. Like a black devil, he charged with just one move.
Pick dozens of people in a row.
Tang Yin was brave, and so were the guards following him. Each of these guards were brave and good at fighting. Although they were not spiritual cultivators, they were skilled and experienced. Each of them held a spear, and the Mo cavalry who was picked off his horse by them looked like a dumpling.
More than a hundred Mo Cavalrymen did not even show any lethality in front of Tang Yin and others, and turned into more than a hundred corpses. It was only at this time that Tang Yin and others really aroused Mo Cavalry's vigilance, and the cavalry from the brigade also rushed over.
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If the opponent had fewer people, the guards could still maintain formation with Tang Yin, but when the opponent's large group of people came to kill, Tang Yin and the guards were immediately scattered, fighting on their own. Soon, only Ah was left beside Tang Yin.
Three, Ah Si.
Tang Yin didn't care about that. Now he only wanted to kill the enemy and reverse his own disadvantage. Regardless, he kept going deep into the place where the Mo soldiers were the most. The sickle in his hand was waving up and down, and the more enemies he killed, the more enemies he killed.
, the more spiritual energy Tang Yin absorbed, but relatively speaking, his physical strength became more and more serious.
The number of Mo's cavalry was too great, and it could not be reversed by one or two people. Tang Yin killed a group of enemy troops, and immediately more enemy troops rushed up, killing them endlessly, and the battle continued.
Later, he even used the Shadow Curse, which consumes the most spiritual energy among dark spiritual weapons. However, instead of reducing the number of Mo Cavalry around him, they gathered more and more.
The more Tang Yin fought, the more chilled he felt. He felt that his strength was gradually losing its strength. He looked back when he had the opportunity to see where even Ah San and Ah Si, who had been following him, were scattered.
How can we fight this battle? How many nails can we crush even if we are covered in iron? The enemies that we kill with all our strength are nothing compared to the 200,000-strong Mo Kingdom's Tianwei Army.
Just when he was distracted, a knife suddenly struck his horse's butt from behind. The horse was in pain, stood up and roared, and then fell to the ground. Tang Yin, who was sitting on the horse, had not even had time to fall to the ground.
He dodged out with shadow drift, rushed behind a Mo cavalryman, slit the man's throat with a knife, kicked off the body, sat on the saddle, then turned the horse's head, and shouted while charging north:
"Ah San? Ah Si?"
He shouted while rushing to kill. He didn't know how far he rushed, but suddenly he heard someone in front shouting: "Ah San is here!"
Tang Yin's heart moved, and he immediately increased his speed, slashed out several swords, opened a bloody path, and urged his horse to go straight over.
When the shouts came closer, he looked carefully and saw Ah San holding Ah Si who was covered in blood, trying desperately to deal with the crazy attacking Mo Jun around him.
Tang Yin's heart was shaken, he roared, he rushed over with his sword, and pushed back the Mo cavalry who was besieging Asan and Asi for a long time. Then he turned his horse back and looked at the unconscious man with his eyes closed tightly.
Ah Si asked anxiously: "What's wrong with Ah Si?"
At this time, Ah San looked quite miserable. The spiritual armor on his body had been broken and fallen off in several places. His whole body was like a gourd of blood. It was impossible to tell which blood was his and which was the enemy's. Ah San swallowed his saliva.
, while breathing heavily, he said: "Ah Si is injured, he probably won't die!"
Although the words were unpleasant, Tang Yin let out a long sigh of relief. He said urgently: "I will cover you and rush out. After you get out, you immediately lead the Jade King back to Shangqiu. We can no longer fight this battle!"
"What about you, my lord?"
"I have to go find Zuo Shuang. Let's take as many brothers as we can." Tang Yin said in a deep voice, "Stop being wordy and just follow me!"
Tang Yin opened the way in front, covering Asan and Asi to break out of the siege, charging out all the way, rescuing the trapped soldiers along the way. When Tang Yin broke out of the siege, he not only brought Asan and Asi out, but also rescued hundreds of guards.
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Seeing the Mo cavalry chasing after them, Tang Yin secretly gritted his teeth and used the shadow curse again. Taking advantage of the short gap to retreat the enemy troops, he said to Ah San and others: "You guys leave quickly and return to Shangwan immediately..."
"As he spoke, he immediately shook his head again and said anxiously: "No, it's too close. The enemy will arrive in the blink of an eye. Shangwan can't stay long. You have to continue running north, as far as you can!"
"If the king doesn't leave, we won't leave either! Wherever the king goes, we will go!" Although the guards were usually domineering, at the critical moment of life and death, no one was willing to abandon Tang Yin and escape alone.
Looking around at everyone's faces, Tang Yin felt hot in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. With a cold face, he shouted sternly: "Why are you following me? It will only get in the way, come on, get away from me!" After that,
The Mo cavalrymen behind them caught up again.
Tang Yin glared at Ah San, raised his black scythe, and shouted: "Ah San, don't you want to kill Ah Si? Take Ah Si to the Jade King immediately. If you don't leave, I will chop off your head!"
Ah San lowered his head to look at Ah Si, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker in his arms. He bit his lip tightly, blood seeping out from between his teeth. Finally, he kicked the stirrup hard, raised his heart, and spurred the horse away.
After leaving, but the guards had not moved yet, Tang Yin looked around at everyone and said: "What are you waiting for? Get out of here!"
"Your Majesty——"
"Get out!" Tang Yin threw down the word "get out", turned his horse's head, and headed towards Mo Cavalry.
The sickle slashed across the sky, dragging out a long cold light. When the cold light was gone, the bloody light appeared. The two Mo soldiers running in front were cut into two pieces. The half of their bodies that landed on the ground were still grabbing the soil... A bloody battle, without mercy. The bloody battle ended! Tang Yin held the sickle and returned to the middle of the Mo army again. The whistling sound of the sickle was like the call of death, pulling away the life of the Mo army again and again.
Countless corpses fell down in front of him, spurting blood. Tang Yin had already been killed to death. In his eyes, the Mo Jun around him were no longer human beings. They could be grass, trees, beasts, or animals. In short, they were not human beings. , he can only anesthetize himself in this way so that he can continue to fight.
As he continued to charge forward, a cry of killing suddenly came from behind. Looking back, he saw that hundreds of guards had followed him into the Mo army camp.
Tang Yin was so angry that his teeth were itching. These people were crazy. How could they follow him even though they knew they were going to die?! He slowed down, and when the guards caught up, he raised his sickle and shouted: "I didn't ask you to Are you gone? Why are you still following me? If you want to die, I will kill you first!"
"Your Majesty, we have already sworn an oath. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, even if our bodies are shattered to pieces, we will follow you to the death! Even if your Majesty wants to kill us now, we will not hesitate!"
After all, the sickle raised by Tang Yin did not hit them, but struck a Mo soldier who was coming to kill him. He glanced at the crowd and said coldly: "Whatever you want!" After saying that, he turned back and took a deep breath. He urged his horse forward to kill again, and murmured: "Why are my brothers so stupid? Why don't they know how to adapt..." While speaking, his eyes were hot, and tears fell uncontrollably. .
In the melee, there was no opportunism. Tang Yin and the others fought their way into the center of the battlefield entirely on their own.
When they found the remnants of the Feng Army led by Zuo Shuang, there were only dozens of guards left around Tang Yin, and the rest of the guards died in the battle.
At this time, Zuo Shuang had brought the Feilong Army and the Xishan Army together. Although the Xishan Army was a local county army, it was well-trained and its combat effectiveness was not much worse than that of the Central Army of Mozambique. Originally, the two armies together had twenty-five soldiers. There were tens of thousands of people, but until now, only more than 50,000 people were left, and they were still surrounded by the Mo army. As for the other Feng troops, they were either scattered elsewhere, killed or captured.
Tang Yin didn't even know how he rushed through the Mo army's encirclement. He just kept killing and killing. The soldiers in front of him no longer wore Mo army uniforms, but wore wind helmets and wind armor, with the red tassel of Feng country on their heads.
Suddenly, they saw a group of "bloody men" rushing out from the Mo army and running towards their own side. The wind army was also startled. They didn't know whether these "bloody men" were enemies or friends. People instinctively raised their spears. , shouted repeatedly: "Stop! Stop quickly!"
Tang Yin, who was so exhausted that he was delirious, could no longer hear what they were shouting. When he was approaching the crowd, he reined in his horse, fell sideways, and rolled off the horse.
The nearby Feng Army hurriedly swarmed forward and were about to use their weapons to stop Tang Yin. The guards who followed Tang Yin all roared with red eyes: "Don't be rude to the king, get out of here quickly!"