This is a man who is naked and bloody.

His head was drooped, and all the skin below his neck was peeled off.

This kind of peeling was not like the complete removal of skin from the Nangong family of the six Taiping Dao families. It was cut off from the body piece by piece with a knife. There were many pieces of skin about the size of A4 paper scattered under his feet.

After drying, the skin has curled up like squid rolls.

He had been dead for a long time, and his exposed flesh and fat had already shown signs of decay. He looked red with blue and black, and a foul odor emanated from his body.

It's hard to imagine how much pain he suffered before his death.

Because the facial skin was not peeled off, his face remained. It was a face that looked familiar to me.

I almost confirmed at a glance that this person was Zhang Huaimin, the companion of Zhuang Li and his companions who had lost their way out.

The other party was caught by the Cypriots, tied to this rammed earth platform and tortured for a long time. All the skin on his body was cut off piece by piece, and he was exposed to the sun for a long time, and died little by little.

I dismounted, used a Baipi knife to cut open a yurt not far away, and took off a large piece of white felt. Then I climbed onto the rammed earth platform, untied Zhang Huaimin from the wooden stake, and used the piece of felt to bury his body.

Wrap it up.

At this time, an angry roar attracted my attention.

I looked past the many yurts around me and looked at a huge tent at the back. That tent was particularly eye-catching, like a chicken standing out from the crowd. The top was completely made of metal. At this moment, the sky was completely bright, and the sun was rising in the east. The big tent was

The top of the tent shimmered in the sun.

I picked up Zhang Huaimin's body, carried him on the horse, and led the horse to the golden-domed tent quickly.

Twenty tall and aggressive men, as tall as beasts, were guarding the tent. Not surprisingly, these people should be the big food war slaves Li Zhen mentioned. These people were covered with several layers of armor and held up with one hand.

He is holding a huge shield that is probably taller than me. It is also very thick. It looks like it is holding a door leaf. The other hand is holding a spear. The spear is placed on the shield to form a square formation.

, looks like an iron bastard wrapped in a shield, guarding motionlessly in front of the big tent.

In front of the battle, four or five armored Tang soldiers had been killed. Some had their armors pierced directly by spears, while others looked like they had been killed by blunt objects. A large piece of their helmets had been deflated, and blood kept flowing down their necks and necks.

The gaps in the visor overflowed and gathered into a small puddle on the ground. It seems that a hammer hit the brain through the peeping. Judging from the degree of deflation of the helmet, it is possible that half of the head was smashed to pieces.

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Nearly sixty or seventy Tang troops have surrounded this place. They dismounted and formed a formation. They were all panting. They must have launched a strong attack before, but they all failed and returned, leaving several corpses behind.

Although the previous attacks by the Cypriots consumed too much energy, I really didn't pay attention to the so-called big food war slaves. I didn't even need to use magic or anything. After all, although these Tang soldiers were resurrected from the dead,

, there is something strange about them, but their thinking mode is still the same as before they were alive. Using magic in front of them may cause unnecessary trouble.

So, after I glanced at these war slaves, I waved my hand indifferently: "Wushuang, plunder the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wushuang, who had long been ready with Mo Dao, rushed forward like a vicious tiger.

The big food war slaves who were huddled behind the shield wall suddenly spread out their shields and roared together. At the same time, countless spears thrust out from the gaps in the shields, like a hedgehog suddenly exploding.

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"kill!"

Wushuang roared, and swept forward the Mo Dao in his hand. With a "click", several spears piercing him were swept away by the Mo Dao. Then he took a step forward, rounded the Mo Dao and then chopped it.

Someone among the big food war slaves behind the shield wall yelled, seeming to be giving orders. I couldn't understand his language, but I could probably guess that the instructions he shouted were nothing more than defense, because just after he spoke

The moment it fell, the spear that emerged from behind the shield wall retracted instantly, and the shields quickly came together. The impact made a muffled "bang" sound, like a heavy door being closed.

Wushuang didn't care about this, he opened his eyes angrily, his delicate little face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulged, and the Mo Dao in his hand fell with the force of splitting Mount Tai.

Snap!

A huge shield on top of the shield wall was split into two halves with a knife. Mo Dao's strength was not reduced, and then he chopped off the hand of the man holding the shield with a knife. Finally, Mo Dao hit him hard on the shoulder, several layers of it.

The heavy armor was directly split open, the collarbone was cut off, and the Mo Dao almost hit his chest before stopping, and the entire knife was hacked into his body.

There was disbelief in the eyes of the big food war slave, as if he didn't believe that the handsome, even frail boy in front of him could actually split his shield with a knife and kill him directly.

With a "bang", the shield moved, revealing a gap, and the spear came out like a tricky snake, stabbing Wushuang.

It was too late, but it was too soon. Wushuang did not dodge at all. He laughed, dragged the corpse of the slave he had killed with his Mo Dao and swept it out. The spears that were thrust out had no time to penetrate his body.

He lost his balance under his sweeping sword and staggered around.

The battle formation of the Dashi War Slaves was easily broken, and the formed war slaves staggered around for a while.

A war slave was not affected. He took off the hammer from his waist, roared and rushed towards Wushuang. Taking advantage of his height, he hit Wushuang on the head like a whack-a-mole.

Wushuang sneered. At this time, he had already retracted the Mo Dao. The moment the war slave's hammer fell, he slapped the hammer with the Mo Dao.

That's right, I just took a photo.

He didn't chop directly, but slapped the hammer in the opponent's hand, and it seemed that he didn't exert any strength at all.

Sonorous!

The hammer collided with Mo Dao, and a ball of sparks burst out.

Immediately, the hammer was knocked back and hit the war slave hard on the face. A cloud of blood mist burst out from his head. He didn't even have time to scream, and he died suddenly on the spot. Look at that.

The force of the hammer was so strong that his face was probably dented.

The war slaves were angry and attacked Wushuang with their shields. When they surrounded Wushuang, the huge shields were like copper and iron walls, trapping Wushuang directly inside.

Wushuang wielded the Mo Dao and slashed wildly. With each blow, the shield-wielding soldier died suddenly on the spot, both man and shield.

The worst one among them was even split in half with a knife.

The formation of the war slaves was broken again, and every blink of an eye, one person would be killed by Wushuang.

The surrounding Tang troops saw Wushuang being so fierce and brave, and immediately cheered and surrounded him. The war slaves who were broken out of the formation were quickly divided and surrounded by the Tang troops. One person often had to face the siege of two or three Tang troops, and next to him was Wushuang, the living king of hell.

Wandering, every time he makes a move, he will definitely gain a life.

I wasn't surprised at all by this result. I took advantage of the melee around me and walked directly into the Golden Summit tent with my Baipi knife in hand...

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