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Chapter 255 Wind Fire 6
A purple-red whirlwind raged on the battlefield, and purple lightning flashed around.

Charged from left to right, and unswervingly charged towards Ningxia Weizhong Junshuai Banner.

There are many obstacles in front of him, including cavalry, swords and shields.He is a brave man in the army, but he has no single enemy.

Xu Ruyi is not good at horsemanship, although she has practiced hard for many years, she is still not of great use in this chaotic battle.

A quarter of an hour ago, the horse under his crotch was lame, so he simply got off the horse and did the windy and cold business.He threw aside the Longmen Armament, which was just a display, and the jet-black Gentleman's Sword, like ink dyed, bloomed with thousands of black lotuses.

The evil sword technique is treacherous and fierce, but what really supports him until now is the Tiangang vitality shield supported by a hundred years of skill.

The armor on his body had already been taken off by him, and he was only wearing a crisp coarse military robe.

"bang bang bang"

There were four muffled sounds in a row, and four sabers fell from above his head.

Xu Ruyi waved his hand and flew away, his body rose violently, and he swung his sword with his backhand, slashing across the choked throats of the four of them.

"Kill me, Paoze! Take your life!"

There was a loud shout in the ear, but the numb eyes did not give a due response.

"Follow me! Kill him!" The captain on the horse became more and more angry, and with only one whistle, countless moths flew towards the fire.

No matter how many people there are, there are always only a limited number of people around them. There are corpses of humans and animals under their feet, and they are surrounded by swords and guns.Arrows fell from time to time overhead.

Xu Ruyi was a little tired, her body could bear it, but her heart was tired.

Killing people until they are weak is not an understatement.

The smell of blood from the nose and mouth was sticky, pungent, and disgusting.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The ghost prison roars!
The roar of the resentful spirit and the extremely strong energy are surging everywhere, giving those who hear it a splitting headache and a chill in their heart.After a moment of confusion, he followed the evil and drove away the evil, and the evil was eliminated.

Under the commanding banner, Li Jinglong looked at this army of one man and was horrified.

He practiced martial arts, but he only practiced military martial arts on the battlefield, and he didn't have too advanced internal strength.In his eyes, personal bravery is useless on the battlefield, and careful strategy is the key to victory.But the scene in front of him refreshed his cognition.

Will he just kill him right in front of him and pierce his heart with the sword?

This absurd idea suddenly appeared in Li Jinglong's mind, and he immediately shook his head vigorously, saying that this idea was thrown aside.

Those who are generals should avoid hesitation, doubting themselves is the way to death.

There is no invincible warrior on the battlefield, one person can't stop you, how about ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, even ten thousand people, they can consume enough energy to kill you!
Li Jinglong gritted his teeth and looked around at the overall situation.

Wu Kedi had only a hundred guards around him, and he was rushing towards the west of the formation, he wanted to escape.

Hu Che'er, Yi Muqi, the leaders of the prairie barbarians have also fallen under the horses now, with many wounds in their bodies, and the trapped beasts are still fighting.

The entire battle situation is in his hands, and he doesn't feel that he has the possibility of failure.

"Come on."

"Grandpa." The lieutenant stepped forward.

"The iron cannon should be almost cold." Li Jinglong asked with a smile.

When the roar of the iron cannon stopped, the cavalry charged forward, and the artillery battalion led the civilians to water the water to cool down from the rear of the luggage. Several large buckets of water went down, and now they are indeed usable again.

The deputy general naturally understood the deep meaning of Li Jinglong's question, but he was unwilling to answer.

The sergeants of Ningxia Guard had already been completely handed in. If they fired again at this time, not only the enemy would die, but also his brother Pao Ze.

"Wu Tong, I'll ask you again, didn't you hear me?" Li Jinglong looked at the lieutenant beside him, his smile getting colder.

"Go back, go back to the lord, the iron cannon is almost cold, it is indeed possible to shoot again, but the current situation has already implicated the entire army, if..."

"Oh, it's good to be able to fire." Li Jinglong nodded in satisfaction, and interrupted Wu Tong's remonstrance before he could say: "Send the order and shoot a few more rounds."

"My lord! No, that's not possible. Our army has already gained the upper hand, and we can decide the outcome within an hour. If we fire at this time, it will add variables. The soldiers are risking their lives in the front, why bother... uh..."

Wu Tong clutched his throat, looked at Li Jinglong in disbelief, raised his hand, the bright red color was indeed his own blood.

I reminded you, why didn't you listen
"Plop!" The body fell from the horse.

"You." Li Jinglong casually pointed to a lieutenant general: "Send the order to fire."

"Ah... yes."

The tragic death of the lieutenant general, the roar of the iron cannon.

It's not that Li Jinglong doesn't know that such actions and choices will fluctuate the morale of the army, but he also has his own considerations.

Wu Tong was right, the winner had already been decided, it was just a matter of time.

But just killing the ants in front of him was not his purpose.

What he wanted was the big fish in Ganzhou city.

What will he do when the battle outside the city is decided?Is Mingjin withdrawing troops?
of course not.

He wanted the soldiers of Ningxia Guards to rush into the city and slaughter the city.

All the people were dead, and only the participant with blood on his hands was alive. He had an explanation to his superiors, so no one would report him.

So how can we let the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty like Ningxia Guard slaughter a Ming Dynasty city?
He was going to put a sad, hopeless, oppressed emotion in every soldier's heart.

Just like the gunpowder in the iron bucket, as long as there is a spark, the desire to burn reason will explode.

boom!
Between reality and reality, a cast iron projectile hit with tremendous force, numb eyes saw it, and also saw pairs of staring red eyes tightly surrounding him.

hiding?

That's too late.

Will it die?
The Junzi sword was suddenly attached to his back, and his left hand was raised unconsciously, to meet him.

The purple air is dense like substance.

The surging power gathered in the palm of his hand, and the inner strength of Yang Zhigang gathered together, and the corner of his mouth suddenly moved an inexplicable arc.

Bang!
boom!
The shock wave erupted at the moment the shell collided with the palm, and the air wave was scattered around this weak figure.The billowing smoke rolled up the bloody flying sand on the ground.

The stump flew up and was swallowed by the smoke.The dark red flame danced and disappeared in a flash.

The wind rises and dissipates.

The broken figure swayed a few times, the helmet disappeared, and the black hair danced together, hanging down in a mess.

"Give up and leave it to me. I can help you."

"You...don't even think about it."

"With you alone, you can't get in front of Li Jinglong."

"I can."

The ground trembled one after another, the point of the sword hit the ground, supporting his weak body, swayed again, and did not fall down!

The closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and two rays of light shot out from the black hair.

The ghostly figure shuttled back and forth in the formation, like a stream of lightning, blood spouted from the throat at the moment of contact with the black sword, dyeing the lightning red.

The purple air mask was no longer able to maintain, it was entirely the body manipulating the consciousness, it was just a firm thought, he did not give up.

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