Vol 7 Chapter 34: Brothers

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Chu Yan calmed down.
He thinks he should be clear that the manpower lurking in Jincheng County, Tsing Yi, will not only be the iron plate. They have lived here for a long time, which shows that the An Wang layout was very early. In this case, there is no reason not to make it stronger.
Fierce fighting is taking place inside and outside the city walls. Whether or not they can defeat these Tibetan soldiers in front of them, they will at least contain part of the Tibetan troops and effectively support the battle at the city walls.
Inside and outside should be combined, this should be the intention of An Wang to make this layout.
Under the teaching of Lunaism, the Tubos are indeed no longer a group of savages and barbarians, and their various accidents are obviously prepared for, so even if the wall battle has started, the soldiers in charge here can be as stable as Mount Tai.
Chu Yan took a deep breath.
As long as the battle in front of him is worthwhile, he doesn't need to think much about it, even if he died on the street, he could die. After all, he was going to be hacked to death in the square tonight, becoming a monkey warning the street.
However, in the face of such a fierce group of Tubo fighters, ordinary men who rushed out with screwdrivers and hammers were afraid to be scared back. They are just ordinary people, even if there is blood on their heads for a while, when they see this group of evil spirits, they pour down a basin of cold water ...
Just rushed up.
Rushed up!
Yes, Chu Kun saw that the men who had rushed out of Funingfang had followed Tieban and others, with red eyes, and screamed like wild animals from their throats, rushing to the savage Tubo warriors!
Chu Yun's worldview is destined to be subverted, or amended, tonight. The world seen by a sixteen-year-old is still too small, too shallow, and too local, and the resulting worldview is destined to be constantly revised.
He didn't figure out what this battle tonight means to these Han children.
With the sword in hand and the arrow already wound, there was no turning back.
When they entered the battlefield, they were all soldiers.
This is the brave seed deeply planted by the Tang Dynasty in their blood!
Chu Yan shouted, hurried a few steps, jumped over the ordinary man, rushed into the army array torn open by iron plates and others, held up the long knife in his hand, and took a Tibetan Tujia who was too late to react. Cut in half!
Chu Yan's eyes were getting scarlet, and there was only one thought left in his mind: in any case, ordinary men would not be high in combat ability, and they could not let them charge forward. They had to cut down a few more Tubo warriors and kill a blood path for them!
This is his consciousness as a monk of Datang!
The battle was fierce on the street.
In the past 16 years, Chu Yong has never killed so many people at once, as he does today.
After he was thirteen years old, the old Taoist took him every year and went out of the city to find the wild thieves, and used the lives of the Tubo thieves to train his killing courage and skills. However, neither he nor the veteran are essentially killers, so there are only a limited number of killers.
Now Chu Chu's long sword has changed three handles.
The first handle was too sharp, the second handle was chipped too much, and the third handle was cut off directly.
The Tubos who fell under his sword could not count both hands and feet.
At the same time, three different shades of wounds were added to his body, and there was no time to stop the blood flow.
Even so, they only crossed the street less than a quarter of the distance.
The Tubo soldiers are endless. The front was dead, and the back came up, and the end of the queue still couldn't see the end of the queue!
Fortunately, the Yimen in Tsing Yi was brave enough, and the Han people also broke out. The surprise of the fighting power and fighting spirit of the Chu people, even if the fallen residents had shouldered their shoulders, the man behind them still went forward. The blood did not make them afraid, but let their anger burn completely.
Such a slaughter made Chu Xi's blood burst into his head.
Today, even if it is a war death here, I won't hit my husband!
However, the group of Tubo people in front of them apparently died at the same time.
They do not retreat.
After cutting down the Tubo monk in front of him, Chu Zheng pulled the eldest daughter Wei again. The plump woman was stained with red clothes and a terrible wound on her face. She had fallen three times before. Twice rescued by other Tsing Yi Yamen, once by Chu Yi.
However, this time, Chu Yan failed to pull up Wei's lady, and her body was extraordinarily heavy.
Chu Yan's heart was cold, and he looked back and fixed his eyes. The lady Wei had already faced in a pool of blood and stood still, and the dark brown blood on the big beach under her body was quickly overflowing.
There was no time to wipe away the tears in the orbit, Chu Yi raised his sword to block a Tubo's tomahawk, and slaughtered with the other side.
In front of the stall every day, she threw a handkerchief to take her own five- or six-year-old daughter and teased the chubby lady; the waist was obviously as rough as a bucket, but she thought she was still young, and she had to twist it a few times The careful eyed woman will never lose him a penny every day.
Chu Yan didn't know how long he had fought, but he just felt that his eyes were gradually blurred, and there were tears dripping and blood stained. To the back, the entire field of vision was a red world.
The knife in his hand became heavier, and many dexterous movements could no longer be made quickly.
Therefore, his moves were forced to become horizontal, and he could only pursue simplicity and simplicity.
Chen Blind also fell.
How can a person whose brain has flowed away from his head be cut off?
Chu Yan even saw that the other two eyes had fallen out, but his tail was still in his eyes.
Now, even if he is not dead, he becomes a real blind man.
The more he kept fighting, the simpler the consciousness in Chu's mind, and his thinking became single. In the end, there was only one voice: forward.
Go forward, keep going.
Until killing this street.
Until I saw other swordsmen in Yimen in Tsing Yi.
Until ... can't stand up anymore.
Seeing Tieban turning back, Chu Ye noticed that he saw that he was following him closely, and he was obviously hesitant. Chu Yan grinned barely, begun to smile, just as he smiled at himself before the iron plate.
He was telling Teppan, your brother, that he was no longer able to stand.
He also wanted to tell Teppan, now, I am also your brother.
I don't know if Tieban could understand Chu Yi's meaning, he nodded, and turned back to fight forward.
Suddenly, Chu Yan noticed a drop of water running from the iron plate's face and hitting the bridge of his nose.
It's not hot, so it's not blood, it's cold, so ... it's tears.
Seeing that Tiban's waist ribs were stabbed with a stab, Chu Yi quickly stepped forward and stabbed the Tibetan monk with a stab; then, he felt a pain in his right shoulder. Mao stuck in his shoulder.
Without pulling the iron spear, Chu Yan turned over a Tubo man who came forward and wanted to make up for his knife.
He knew that he was going to fall.
With the iron plate.
It's not bad to pour it with the iron plate.
Behind it, there are so many guys in Tsing Yi knock on the door.
There are so many, so humble in the past, so tolerant of humiliation, so timid, but today really stood up, picked up the sword of the Tibetans, faced the enemy, turned his back to his family, and killed a great Tang man Ordinary man.
Die with them, this life is worth it.
When they reach the ground, they must drink with them and pay for their past contempt.
For the sake of fighting together today, for the sake of their courage, they will forgive themselves, right? It should be forgiven, after all, I am only sixteen years old and young, and it is inevitable to make a few mistakes.
Saw it.
Chu Yan saw the end of the street and the end of the Tubo procession.
In front of the street, there is a lot of open space.
This shows that the Tubos are running low.
It's a pity that he has exhausted himself, is willing to kill the thief, and is unable to wave his sword.
The iron plate wasn't finished, and his body was shaky, but instead of waving the knife indiscriminately, he tightened the back of the knife tightly. He knew that he could only use the knife a few times, and he could not waste it once. Only in this way could he kill one more Tubo.
There are not many guys behind.
There are three or four hundred men who rush out of the gate, and now there are more than ten.
Chu Xun's feet were stuffed.
He stepped on a corpse and stumbled. He was too young to have actually played on the battlefield and didn't understand the importance of avoiding the corpses under his feet. His body fell forward, and his heart was frozen, knowing that he had fallen down, he would never have a chance to stand up again, but was relieved in an instant.
Because, you can die.
The old man who is a thief and his mother, runs so fast tonight that he doesn't even care about his apprentice. It's ... no conscience!
Xiao ... Xiaodong ...
Will he follow in the footsteps of his father and become the minions of the Tubo?
Will it?
After all, he was already by his side.
Xiaodong ...
Xiaodong? !!
Chu Yan almost thought he was dazzled or had hallucinations!
At the end of the street, behind the Tubo people, a young boy in a fresh clothes and an angry horse, holding a spear, rushed into the Tubo crowd like a heavenly god!
In a few moments, several Tubo bodies were hit by flying armored Mercedes horses!
The young man leaped from the horse's back. The man was in the air, and a spear swept across his hands.
The young man with a green nose and a swollen face saw the Tubo blood exploded in front of his eyes, and uttered a broken voice: "My brother!"
Chu Yan was stunned.
He was supported by the iron plate and stood up again.
He saw that behind the young man, a large group of sword-bearing men rushed behind him!
Those warriors, everyone with white hair!
Everyone has white hair, but fierce like a tiger in the mountain!
Like a tiger in the mountain, killing the Tubo is like killing a dog!
As soon as Chu Yan's chest was hot, she couldn't help it anymore, and tears came out.
Zhang Changan leap high over a group of turbulent Tubos, slamming Chu Chu in front of them, and spears a Tubo fighter in the hand, stabbing to the ground.
Then he stood straight up in front of Chu Yan, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and showed a bright and gorgeous smile.
He said, "Brother, I'm here!"
When he said this, his tone was normal, but his voice was shaking and full of strength.
Obviously, these six words have been in his heart for a long time.
Chu Yan was speechless.
He stretched out his bloody, trembling hand, barely shook his fist, and stunned Zhang Changan's chest.
His hoarse voice and full of emotions and emotions finally turned into three words: "Good brother."
Zhang Changan focused his head: "Good brother!"