Chapter 1527 The heroic death, the hero returns home
First, a soldier of the Jin Army rushed forward, and when Jiao Ting got his hands on him, he immediately twisted him, causing him to fall cleanly and knock him over. Then he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the other man's waist, and knocked him over.
At the same time, another ferocious and shouting man rushed towards him with his sword raised. Jiao Ting also stepped forward to meet him. He took a step forward and bowed, followed by a punch with his hand and a kick with his feet, easily killing the man.
Stumbling, tumbling, and falling down the mountain path...
Jiao Ting, who had thrown away his weapon, used his fists and kicks, and his ability to throw himself at close quarters became even more handy. For a while, he showed off his power with his fists and kicks, knocking down more than ten people with his bare hands, but he dispersed Jin.
After the archers of the army, the people fighting around them were mostly fierce Jurchens wearing strong armor, Zahu Junjian, and the crazy demon army. The number of casualties among the soldiers who fought bravely in melee also increased suddenly. Even if Jiao Ting used his unarmed skills to perform,
He is a hero who can't get close to thirty or fifty people. Fighting on the mountain road with limited free space here also helps him to use his skillful throwing skills to instantly knock over the enemy soldiers who are close to him and roll down the steep slope one after another. However, there are still
A large number of Jin troops who were aroused with ferocity rushed over to kill, which also made Jiao Ting's position full of danger!
Here Jiao Ting just grabbed another person by the waist and threw him down the mountain. A sharp light burst out, and with a muffled sound of "Puff!", the steel knife slashed hard on his back. Jiao Ting staggered.
After a few steps, he turned back and glared angrily, and saw seven or eight Jurchen soldiers roaring and surrounding them. When Jiao Ting was still about to rush forward to fight, he felt his hands gradually becoming heavier and heavier, and his back
The knife wound was very serious, and it also made me somewhat unable to exert strength...
Forget it...many brothers have died in the battlefield. We are heroes who want to achieve great things. We have to fight with the Tatars to death on the battlefield one after another. If today is finally my turn, I will fight vigorously and have fun. I'm afraid.
What a bird!?
Jiao Ting was already prepared to die, and was about to rush forward immediately. However, at this moment, a huge man with a stature like a king suddenly appeared behind the Jin army who rushed towards Jiao Ting.
Even if an unsuspecting soldier was lifted up by his head and feet, his body was immediately thrown heavily to the ground. There was a sudden sound of bones breaking, and the golden soldier's neck bones were immediately thrown.
Gotta break!
The red coin tied with a heart on his head has been scattered, and the armor on the golden mandarin duck's pleated shirt is already stained with blood, and Ren Yuan stands tall, really like Optimus Prime impaled on the Bear Killing Ridge.
Standing in front of several Jin soldiers, he was also as powerful as a mad tiger. He roared and used close-quarters attacks to knock over the enemy soldiers around him. However, Ren Yuan was tall and had such great momentum.
He was mighty, but he was also more likely to be surrounded by enemy troops. While he was fighting to the death, steel knives and spears kept stabbing him in the body, making people feel heart palpitations when they heard the sound of "Puff, Puff!"
There was a muffled sound, and there was already a profuse flow of blood. I was afraid that my life would end within a few seconds!
When Jiao Ting saw this, he was so anxious that he immediately rushed up. Ren Yuan's huge body was about to fall to the ground under the siege of the Jin army. He was so jealous that he had already been killed. He seemed to have expected that he would not be spared in this battle. Ren Yuan
Yuan Wuzi tried his best to exert his last bit of strength, shouted hysterically, opened his arms and pounced on several Jin Army generals who were close by!
Ren Yuan was ten feet long, and his arms were spread far wider than an ordinary person's embrace. Immediately, five or six Jin Army generals, including a Jurchen Meng'an, were clamped by Ren Yuan. Waiting for Optimus Prime to come again As soon as he exerted his strength, he actually took the enemy troops who were restrained by him for a moment and jumped with all his strength, and they all rolled down the hillside of Shaxiong Ridge!
Jiao Ting was stunned for a moment. He seemed to look down upon Ren Yuan and the Jin army when they fell from the mountain, looking back and smiling sadly at him. He immediately couldn't help but think of Ren Yuan's words when the army was preparing to rush to Hedong Road for reinforcements a few days ago. Regarding his own words: "...Tatars are fierce and ferocious. I naturally know that I was also arrogant back then. I boasted about punching a tiger in the Nanshan Mountains and kicking a black dragon in the North Sea. Then I taught Brother Yi Brother Jiao Ting, you taught me a lesson so hard that you underestimated all the heroes in the world. In fact, I don’t know how my wrestling skills are martial arts, and they are of no great use in battle. I’m ashamed to say that I really don’t know what I’m doing when I get to the battlefield. Life is a blessing, brother, I still have some fear in my heart...
However, when I was wandering around in the world, my name was Taiyuan Sumo Optimus Prime Ren Yuan. I was originally from Taiyuan Prefecture, but the Tatars invaded my country in the Central Plains, and now they have surrounded the city of Taiyuan. Brother Xiaotang is engaged in the great cause of resisting foreign invaders, and now he is going to help my hometown. I have been wandering in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and now I have returned to my hometown as the leader of the rebel army to defend my hometown. Brother I can straighten my back, so no matter how bad it is for me to let things go, I will risk my life and fight with the Jin Kou Tatars to the end for the sake of my fellow villagers in the city..."
The shouts of killing were already loud all around, and there were also several leaders and a large number of crazy demon army infantry rushing over from behind. The soldiers and guards were on the left and right of Jiao Ting. When Jiao Ting came back to his senses, he immediately ran towards the steep slope of the mountain road and waited. When he looked down, he saw Ren Yuan's huge body lying on top of several Jin Army corpses under the mountain ridge that was more than 20 to 30 feet high, with his back facing the sky, but there was no movement at all. ....
Jiao Ting was originally clumsy and straightforward, but he could often compete with Ren Yuan, a good wrestling player. His hobbies and temperaments matched each other, and his temperament gradually became similar, and they had developed a deep affection for each other. But now he Seeing the body of his brother who had frequent contact with him in the village lying quietly at the foot of the mountain, Jiao Ting felt extremely depressed. Suddenly he grabbed his clothes and shouted hysterically at the sky. The sound resounded through the mountain crossing, and for a moment it seemed to cover up the particularly fierce shouts of killing from the generals on both sides...
After a desperate charge by the brave soldiers of the Mad Demon Army, and with Lu Zhishen and Deng Yuanjue, two top-notch infantry warriors, clearing the way ahead, the heroic rebels finally cleared a bloody path and rushed straight from the ridge road to the heights of Shaxiong Ridge. Lu Zhishen looked angry and ferocious. He had already turned into a madman and was waving his Zen staff to kill the Jin army.
Suddenly, Lu Zhishen's eyes suddenly condensed, and immediately an angry roar like the roar of a diamond lion burst out from his mouth. The water-milled Zen staff in his hand had already been chopped down like a mountain, and with an invincible force, he hit a Jurchen general in front of him who was trying to parry in panic. On the long knife, the blade clicked sharply, and with another pop, the Jin Army general's head was struck by the water-milled Zen staff, and it suddenly burst open like a watermelon. Lu Zhishen immediately stepped forward and ran, sixty-two As the heavy water-milled Zen staff whirled and danced, he took long strides, divided the waves and cut off the waves, seemingly blazing a smooth path again, and ran straight towards the battle group in front...
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The soldiers can no longer remember the last time they had to go to a dangerous battle position and fight hand-to-hand with the enemy. The Song army still gathered around them now probably has less than a hundred people. They were originally from the West. The commander-in-chief of the army, who was also an old man, held a sword in his hand, but he still tried his best to kill five or six people. His strength was getting more and more exhausted, and he fought until the fuel was exhausted. With the addition of two or three more people, he With this wound, Master Zhong could no longer hold on, one knee gave out and he knelt down on the ground.
I have been a general in my family for generations, and have made meritorious deeds for my country on the battlefield, but now the time has finally come for me to die in the battle...
He was thinking sadly in the center of the cultivation center. Seeing that there were still a large number of Jin soldiers coming to kill him, he forced himself to straighten his old body and stood up slowly. In the fierce melee, this old man fought hard. The gray beard under his chin was also dyed red with bits of blood, and even though he was dying, he still refused to bow his head to the ground before the Tartar invaders. Even if he died, he would straighten his body and die in a vigorous battle!
Bleeding too much, and in a daze, Master Zhong suddenly saw a collapse in the Jin Army array opposite him, and vaguely saw a great monk waving his Zen staff, knocking away several Jin soldiers, and striding forward. He ran toward him. The cultivator gave a wry smile. He thought he had seen some illusion when he was dying. But in the middle of the killing by the two armies, a Samana monk appeared out of nowhere?
Wait... That monk is fat and looks familiar... Is he...?
