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Chapter 50 The person who collected the corpse for us came (for collection)
This group of wounded and dying white horse Yicong crawled up to Shen Lang with the last bit of strength in his body.

They used their flesh and blood to protect Shen Lang.

They are using their own lives to continue Shen Lang's life.

They only hope that Shen Lang can live and avenge Han Jia Erlang who died in the battle!
Show off the prestige of my Han family!

"Brother, you must survive, collect their corpses, and avenge them!"

Following the death of each of the white horses, Biao Zi crawled to Shen Lang's side, and with his fat body, he firmly protected Shen Lang under him.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

One knife after another, fell on Biaozi's back one after another, his skin was ripped apart.

"Biaozi!"

Looking at Biaozi's bloody back, Shen Lang couldn't help but choked up and roared.

He wanted to push Biaozi's body away and protect his brother.

But he couldn't push away Biaozi's fat body.

"Brother, you used to laugh at me for being fat. Now you know the benefits of being fat! I have thick flesh, and a machete with Turkic offal can't cut through it."

Biaozi endured the piercing pain, gritted his teeth and said with a smirk.

But before the words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang instantly shed two tears of blood.

It is said that brothers are like siblings, but now, Biaozi is using his own life to continue Shen Lang's life!
Is this more than brotherhood?

This is the feeling of death!

"Baima Yicong assemble and escort the general away!"

Bai Ma Yicong, who was the leader, roared immediately, and quickly rushed towards Shen Lang's side.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

As the Turkic iron cavalry was cut off one by one, the white horse righteous servants quickly narrowed the scope of the battle, and tightly surrounded Shen Lang in the middle.

But at this time, there are only more than 100 white horse righteous followers.

The rest will all die in battle!

There is only Baima Yicong left, each of them is full of scars, and it is already the end of the strong bow.

If it weren't for the support of the obsession in their hearts, they would have fallen down long ago.

Although they are from hell, they do not belong to this era originally.

But until now, they were really tired.

But the general is not out of danger yet, they cannot fall!

"Help me up!"

Looking at the corpses of Baima Yicong around him, Shen Lang couldn't help but clenched his fists and roared while gnashing his teeth.

That incomparably hoarse voice was so desolate!
"General!"

A white horse righteousness quickly pulled Shen Lang out of Biaozi's body.

"Brothers, do you remember the vows made last night?"

Shen Lang hugged Biaozi with one hand and held the silver gun tightly with the other hand to support his body and asked lightly.

"The living, collect the corpses of the dead."

A white horse Yicong next to him held his bleeding stomach and said weakly.

"But if we all die, who will collect our bodies?"

Shen Lang grinned as he spoke, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

As his words fell, an endless desolation enveloped everyone.

Yes!

We are all dead, who will collect our bodies?

They suddenly discovered that, until now, there was no one to collect their own corpses.

Those good men in Dingzhou who made the oath together, they all died in battle.

All died on the battlefield, no one flinched, and no one survived.

How tragic!

"A good man will naturally use the earth as his bed and the sky as his quilt. If no one collects our bodies for us, then just sleep well between heaven and earth!"

After speaking, Shen Lang raised his head and laughed "haha".

As his words fell, the surrounding Baima Yicong also raised their heads and laughed.

The pride of seeing death as home, soared to the sky!
It's just that the voices that seem to be crying but not crying, and laughing but not laughing, are so bleak and so tragic!

Turkic cavalry surrounded them in an instant.

But facing this group of scarred soldiers, they were not in a hurry to act.

Instead, he was deeply shocked by this group of soldiers who were like hell demons.

An inexplicable deep awe surged in their hearts.

Although this group of Han people are already at the end of their bows, looking at them still makes one's scalp tingle and cold sweat break out on their backs.

Who said that Han Chinese are all two-legged sheep?

These Han Chinese are demons from hell!

Shen Lang and the surrounding Baima Yicong ignored the existence of the Turkic cavalry directly and gorgeously.

Their limbs were stretched wide, lying in a pool of blood.

They are tired, really tired.

If you die in battle, can you sleep well...

"General Blood Armor, take your life!"

And just when the Turkic cavalry's scalp was numb and he was stunned in place, Ashizhan's eerie voice suddenly sounded.

He knew that the Blood Armored General was dragged down and his plan had succeeded.

Now is the time for him to shine.

As long as he cut off the head of the Blood Armored General, he would be able to aspire to the position of God of War on the Prairie.

At that time, I will be under one person in the grassland and above ten thousand people!
And this blood-armored general, who had the opportunity to escape but didn't run, is really stupid!

Don't you call yourself the god of war?
Aren't you demons from hell?

Now, you will die in the hands of this general!

That trash-like God of War, Ashi, was so fucking sorry for his name, that he died under the gun of this stupid pig.

For a moment, Ashizhan's mind was full of thoughts.

A hint of ferocious joy appeared on his lifeless cheeks.

He is going to fight for fame today!
A sword to win the God of War on the Prairie!

……

But just when Ash Zhan was in ecstasy, there was a sudden cry of killing that resounded from far away.

"Come on, brothers! Slaughter all the Turkic offal!"

"Kill! Save the Blood Armored General!"

The sudden shout of killing made Ash Zhan instantly stunned.

Haven't all the two-legged sheep been killed?
There are less than two hundred left, aren't they all surrounded?

Where did this shout of killing come from?

If such a group of lunatics come again, then...

Thinking of this, Ashizhan's body couldn't help but tremble.

"What the hell!"

"Yes! I must have heard it wrong. There are only ghosts around, so where are the two-legged sheep?"

Ash Zhan murmured in disbelief.

And the Turkic cavalry around turned their heads to look around in an instant, feeling even more panicked.

They have the same doubts as Ashizhan.

Haven't they all been killed?
Where did this shout of killing come from?

Is it really a hell?

For a while, the scalps of the surrounding Turkic cavalry became numb, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

After all, if you do too many inhumane things, you will still be afraid after all.

……

"The person who collected the corpse for us is here!"

A Bai Mayi couldn't help exclaiming.

With the sound of shouting and killing, the desolation in everyone's hearts disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Since the person who collected the corpses for us has come, let's kill more Turkic bastards!"

After speaking, Shen Lang raised his head and laughed "haha".

Now that the body collector has come, there is nothing to worry about.

Done!

(End of this chapter)