Chapter 27 There are hundreds of millions of diseases (additional update for alliance leader Xin Xun)
In the drizzle, arrows suddenly shot through the air.
The Western soldiers who were walking out of a high-rise compound with large bags were screaming and fell to the ground one after another.
The package rolled to the ground, revealing a corner of the beautiful silk, which was soon stained red with blood.
Some people were yelling and wanted to rush back to the courtyard. Unfortunately, people were pouring out from the courtyard. Everyone was beaming and carrying several maids and women, and they suddenly bumped into each other.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The arrows came again, causing huge damage to the dense crowd.
The Western soldiers were stunned by the shot and even lost the courage to resist.
Who the hell is wearing armor when they are robbing and playing with women? There's no way to fight this battle, let's run away first.
The rustling footsteps are getting closer and closer.
“Raise the gun!”
"Stab!"
The soldiers lined up in a neat array and mechanically handed out their spears in accordance with the order.
At this moment, the results of training are reflected. Even if the enemy is not wearing armor, the soldiers still subconsciously stab the face, neck, thighs and other parts.
The movements were fast, powerful, and precise, causing horrific damage in an instant.
Groups of enemy soldiers fell into chaos.
Some people wanted to resist and called the robes to form a fighting group.
Someone wanted to escape, threw away everything they could, turned around and ran away.
Some people tried to hide in houses on both sides of the street in the hope of escaping with their lives.
"Poof!" The red forehead was fluttering in the cold wind and rain, and the powerful and heavy heavy sword slashed down from above. There was only a "click" sound, and the neck of a Western Army primary school colonel was cut. Most of it was split open, followed by blood spurting out.
Shao Xun kicked away the limp enemy corpse and moved forward.
The blood stained his armor red, and the fishy smell hit his nostrils, which was nauseating.
But after the intense stimulation, he seemed to have awakened some gene, and infinite power surged through his body, and——
Brutal killing.
"Crack!" This time the head rolled directly to the ground. After spinning around in a circle, it stopped in a muddy puddle. The eyes that had not been closed were still full of fear and despair.
Huang Biao took two steps quickly, followed closely with the soldiers behind him, and surrounded Shao Xun.
There was a "Puff" sound everywhere, which was the death note after the spear penetrated the flesh.
Some enemies resisted stubbornly, and were quickly pierced by the dense spears.
Some thieves tried to escape, but the people in the houses desperately blocked the door to prevent anyone from entering.
"Ah!" A scream rang out, and the Westerner who was still arrogant just now was nailed to the door panel with a spear.
Without any suspense, hundreds of soldiers moved forward steadily along the narrow street like bulldozers. Wherever he passed, corpses were strewn on the ground, and blood pooled like streams.
"Fighting requires courage! If you are afraid, the enemy will be afraid too. If you are ruthless, the enemy will run away." Shao Xun laughed, not forgetting to boost morale.
The enemy's spear stabbed his iron armor, making a harsh scratching sound. Without even looking, he slashed down with the heavy sword, and half of the enemy's shoulder was completely removed.
"Ah!" Earth-shattering screams resounded throughout the street, and blood splashed out like a fountain.
Shao Xun raised his heavy sword and continued to move forward.
His head and face were covered with blood, almost blinding his eyes.
The bright sword body was stained with blood, and a fishy smell rose into the sky.
There is no trace of fear, all the cells in the body are cheering, and the long-lost feeling keeps reviving.
He even felt a slight tremor in his body, which was excitement from his soul. It was as if what was in front of him was not a hell of flesh and blood, but a gluttonous feast.
I’m afraid it’s not a serious illness!
But this feeling came just in time. With the combination of skilled skills, brave will and cruel killing intention, he turned into a pathologically efficient killing machine.
He can predict the enemy's movements, so that the enemy seems to be ridiculously automatically sent to his blade - this is killing with rhythm.
He can always hit the enemy at the most uncomfortable position, leaving him in a hurry, and finally being killed by the sword - this is killing with experience.
He was covered in blood and roared like thunder, like an evil ghost coming out of hell. He could often steal people's hearts and kill the enemy first - this was killing people with courage.
He has so many killing tricks that he has them all at his fingertips. Facing different enemies, he can use the most reasonable method in an instant, using the simplest movements, the fastest speed, and consuming the least physical strength to solve the problem. The enemy in person.
A skilled newcomer may be able to kill the enemy in front of him, but he will never be able to do so with ease, with minimal physical exertion and no sloppy movements.
Damn it, killing is so artistic.
"Spare my life..." A childish enemy soldier cried sadly and staggered back. When he saw Shao Xun speeding up his pace, he thrust his spear forward in despair.
The barrel of the gun was held by Shao Xun under his arm. Huang Biao had quick eyes and quick hands and stabbed out the spear.
"Poof!" The enemy soldier shed tears, covered his abdomen, and fell to the ground softly.
Countless military boots stepped on him, and the military formation moved forward inexorably.
Huang Biao glanced at Governor Shaoxun out of the corner of his eye and twitched the corner of his mouth.
He was scared, but fortunately the governor was one of his own...
Yang Bao watched from a distance behind, feeling a chill on his tailbone. What kind of conspiracy is just a joke. No matter how clever you are, it will be too hollow in the face of Shao Xun's brutal strength - yes, in Yang Bao's eyes, Shao Xun is that kind of cruel and violent warrior who can do anything and anyone. Dare to kill, making people fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Maybe he and Zhang Fang are the same kind of people.
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The rain is getting heavier and heavier, no one is using a bow anymore, and everything on the battlefield has returned to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.
More than three hundred soldiers set off from Piyong and went all the way north, passing Guozixue, Yuhua Temple, Niu Market, etc., and fought for several miles.
The thief army was in a state of disgrace, and hundreds of corpses were scattered in disarray.
Shao Xun was soaked all over, and blood flowed down the blade of the sword, splashing blood flowers one after another.
Violent shouts of killing also rang out from the west, which was Pyeongchangmun Street.
The people stationed in that area should be a certain unit of the Yamen Army, the number of which is unknown. They took action later than here, but they finally took action.
Listen to the sounds to determine the battle situation. The Yamen Army's combat effectiveness is still good. The killing sounds continue to the north, towards Pingchang Gate.
It feels good to have someone respond. At the same time, it also shows from the side that the Luoyang defenders can still be twisted into a rope for the time being, and the orders of the Grand Governor Sima Yi are still effective, at least partially.
Shao Xun looked back at the sergeants who followed him and found that there were many new faces in the first row.
In war, people will always die. Even if it is a hearty victory, many people will still die.
Behind, the flaring flag is still there. Listening to the dense footsteps, it seems that there are many more people. Could it be that the people in the south of the city are spontaneously following?
"Is it easy to win the battle?" Shao Xun threw the epee to Wang Que'er, replaced it with a new one, and asked with a smile.
"With the governor here, why is it invincible?" Huang Biao avoided Shao Xun's eyes and responded loudly.
To be honest, he was a little afraid of this look.
Fierce, bloodthirsty, and violent, with a faint blood-red color, it is completely different from his usual calm, gentle, and wise appearance.
According to what is written in Ghost Stories, could it be that Uncle Du was possessed by some old ghost?
"The governor is so brave and admirable." Li Chong, who abandoned his bow and picked up his sword, said with a look of reverence.
Once upon a time, although he was appointed as the team leader, he always kept a straight face and did not look too happy. But after today's battle, watching Shao Xun take the lead and cut down the Western soldiers all the way, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
For such a brave person, it is enough to be the leader of the Su Wei Army and the Yamen Army. It is indeed easier to survive if you fight with such people.
"In that case, what else is there to say!" Shao Xun laughed loudly, pointed his epee forward, and said: "But follow me!"
"But follow me !" Huang Biao and Li Zhong rushed forward and turned to shout behind them.
“But follow me!” the sergeants shouted loudly, their morale extremely high, and they responded one after another.
"But follow me!" The sound continued backwards and spread far away.
Husband fights with courage.
They had a good foundation, and they had volunteered to serve as soldiers. They had been trained by Shao Xun for more than a year, and their military discipline was strict.
If before the battle, there was still some nervousness and doubt, then after such a burst of killing, the confidence has increased sharply and the morale has reached a very high level.
In a battle between rookies, when there is no obvious difference in equipment levels, whoever has higher morale will have a greater chance of winning.
So, under the cold rain in late autumn, hundreds of hot-blooded men lined up in neat formation, led by officers, and marched along Kaiyangmen Street, wall-to-wall.
The rain cannot wash away the blood on the swords and guns.
The enemies who had gathered in a hurry were scattered by them.
The defeated troops cried and fled north, colliding with the oncoming reinforcements and falling into greater chaos.
No one gave them time to adjust.
More than three hundred people quickened their pace, running in columns and making noise, killing the Western soldiers who far outnumbered them.
Shao Xun laughed loudly, holding the heavy sword dripping with blood, and slashed hard at an enemy general who was turning his horse's head and trying to escape: "I will crush both men and horses!"
"Poof!" Pillars of blood shot up into the sky, but the heavy sword struck the horse.
The horse neighed in pain and threw the enemy general off his horse.
Shao Xun didn't care to pull out the heavy sword stuck in the horse's body, took out his walking bow, put it directly on the neck of the fallen enemy general, and strangled him hard.
“Die!” He had a ferocious look on his face, and his muscular arms suddenly exerted force.
The enemy general's back was pressed tightly and he could not struggle. After a while, his face was covered with bruises and his tongue stuck out.
Shao Xun drew out his dagger again, and cut off the enemy's head bit by bit, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.
"The Governor is mighty!" The sergeants shouted when they saw it.
At that time, Shao Xun’s head and face were covered with blood from the horse. Under the cold rain of late autumn, there was still a trace of heat.
In the pool of blood, he was holding a bloody thing with a smile on his face, as if he was admiring his trophy.
Seeing the remaining enemy troops from a distance, they shouted and dispersed in fear.
I'm afraid this man is a little sick like Governor Zhang.
“Chase!” Shao Xun threw the head aside, picked up a spear and strode forward.
(End of this chapter)