Douluo: The Adventures of King Skin

“Wherever you are born, there you will return when you die.”

—Anaximandros of Miletus

Two shining bronze blades flew in the air, shining in the ray of sunlight among the dark clouds.

Pyrrhus was grabbed by the throat by two iron-like arms and held up in the air——

Four blood-red eyes looked at each other ferociously!

Fuck!

Great!

This pussy is so powerful!

Just now, the two men were slashing at each other with their swords, and the two scimitars broke in unison.

Pyrrhus, with quick eyes and quick hands, swung a right fist with his right hand, but Philip directly received the blow with his face, and then grabbed Pyrrhus by the neck.

During the struggle, the horse finally fell over into the muddy water!

They both fell from the horse, and when they got up again, Pyrrhus's feet were off the ground!

Scratching with both hands is completely useless!He didn't even dare to breathe at this time, he just used all his strength to tighten his trapezius and platysma muscles to resist the strange force!

He had no doubt that as long as he relaxed a little, Philip would be able to twist his head off in no time!

He wanted to grab Philip's thumb, but there was not even the slightest gap in those iron hands!

There were many soldiers from both sides around, but they were hesitant to interfere in the duel...

Time seemed to slow down.

He was still insisting, but under the dual effects of hypoxia and high blood pressure, the anxious shouts from around him reached his ears, and there was only white noise left...

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The sleet was falling harder and harder, and Cassander could no longer force the troops to move forward.

Regardless of the danger they may encounter, they ran to the woods beside the road to take shelter from the rain.

Several tents were hastily set up, but Cassander could not sit still, so he stood at the entrance of the tent with his crutches.

The soldiers sitting under the tree looked at the two red, swollen and translucent legs and whispered. Cassander just looked at the gray world anxiously.

The Thessalians were still pursuing relentlessly from behind, but the army rations were already insufficient. Cassander had to leave most of his troops to stop the enemy, while he took his elite troops and carried the rations on his way.

The rear army only had enough rations for one day. I wonder if Antipater, that little bastard, has surrendered to the Thessalians?

And that little bastard Pyrrhus, has he already gone to war with Philip?

There are so many things in my mind, it’s a complete mess...

At this moment, he found that the rain seemed to be a little lighter!

Cassander shouted hoarsely:

"The whole army is ready! Get ready! Get ready to go!"

In the blink of an eye, the clouds stopped and the rain stopped, and Cassander didn't even bother to close the tent. He endured the pain and got on his horse, urging the team to speed up the march...

Soon they passed Larissa, where the Piones River wound its way through the city's north side.

This was once his strategic goal.

The most essential area of ​​the Panthera is the Thessaly Plain, and the most essential area of ​​the Thessaly Plain is the Larissa Basin.

The climate here is pleasant, with little wind in winter and river irrigation in summer. It is a rare agricultural plain in Greece.

In the long run, as long as they occupy this place, they will account for nearly half of Thessaly's food output.

In the short term, if we occupy this city, we can rely on water transportation to maintain the garrison for a long time and continue the war in this place deep inland.

As long as he persists until next year's spring plowing, Pyrrhus's scorched-earth tactics will turn into a joke, and will instead leave a mess full of hungry people for Demetrius who is heading north!

Unfortunately, all is lost now.

He had to rush to Philip as soon as possible. As long as the two armies met, he could go up the river again at any time. By then, Larissa would still be in his possession!

"King Cassander! Look there!" During the march, Oplemous suddenly pointed forward.

Cassander looked in the direction he indicated and saw what seemed to be an abandoned camp on both sides of the Pinos River ahead.

Going closer, more details gradually become clear

——Roughly made straw huts, deep pits left by soil extraction, tree stumps left by felling, baskets, ropes, and various tools discarded everywhere...

There is also a place where the river suddenly opens up not far away, with broken earth embankments remaining on both sides.

The dark clouds in the sky have long since dispersed, but Cassander's heart began to thunder and lightning.

Although he is not good at military formation, he is familiar with history.

More than 90 years ago, on the eve of the Corinthian War, the Spartans invaded Mandinia and used the construction of dams to launch a water attack, destroying the city of Mandinia in one fell swoop!

He no longer dared to think about what happened to the Eastern Route Army.

He didn't dare to prepare for the worst, he just hoped that Philip could surrender in time and be captured alive. In that case...

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He is born, eats and goes to school, is young, suffers setbacks, fails the college entrance examination, reluctantly enters a higher education, enters the society, is heavily in debt, confused, and dies.

Then everything starts all over again.

The vague memories of infancy, the growing up time in Taurantia, the restless years in Epirus, the triple crown of Olympia...

From past life to this life.

He thought of countless people he had met,

Thinking of the stories I experienced,

remembered……

Thinking of the most important and correct decision he made in this war!

Philip saw a forced smile on Pyrrhus's face, which had turned purple from suppressing the pressure.

In the midst of surprise, Pyrrhus suddenly grabbed Philip's wrists with both hands, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and directly put his thighs on Philip's shoulders!

Sorry, Philip!

After all, your arms can't twist your thighs!

The gluteus maximus, adductor magnus, adductor longus, adductor brevis, pectineus, and pelvic floor muscles that have been built up through years of horseback riding and levator ani all day long can be concentrated and strengthened instantly!

The situation was reversed in an instant!

Philip's neck was already cracking under the heavy pressure!

Soon enough, he immediately retracted the hand that was holding Pyrrhus's neck, but instead of plucking those fatal legs, he pulled out half of the bronze spearhead inserted into Pyrrhus' breastplate!

The moment he raised the sharp blade with both hands, Pyrrhus grabbed it with both hands and resisted this critical assassination!

Pyrrhus used all the strength of his upper arms, chest, abdomen, and legs to barely keep up with Philip's arms!

The two of them seemed to have completely turned into beasts!

The four hands grab together and compete with each other!Blood was flowing down their arms!

at last!

Pyrrhos' double-leg strangle made the first move.

The moment Philip lost his strength, the spearhead pierced his collarbone.

The two fell heavily to the ground.

The blood released from the fighting of the army mixed with the rain and flowed down the slope, passing by the two exhausted bodies.

Pyrrhus struggled to get up and looked at Philip. Deep red blood flowed from his wound and merged into the brown turbid water on the ground, flowing into the gradually calming Piones River.

Philip just lay quietly, staring at the sky.

"King Pyrrhus, what a good battle..."

"..."

"...please be kind to my soldiers..."

"You have committed an unpardonable sin in Lamia," Pyrrhus replied, "and I will give them justice."

Philip stopped talking, his eyes gradually became distracted, but a strange smile appeared on his face.