Yes, there are no cowards in the Xiahou clan! Even those who died on the battlefield were always facing forward, and there were absolutely no escapers who were hacked to death and shot from behind!

Xia Houpeng shouted and slashed at Ling Jie with his sword.

Ling Jie just let out a slight sigh, and then shrank his head and face behind the buckler. Not only did he not slow down, but he kicked his legs violently, like a stone being ejected by a trebuchet, with the steel-clad buckler as a

The center was directly facing Xia Houpeng with a shield attack!

Xia Houpeng's sword struck Ling Jie's round shield with a loud "clang" sound, and then was bounced high by the reaction force. It was like a knife striking a solid boulder, and the fingers and wrists were

The joints seemed to be groaning and trembling at this moment, and the arms could not withstand the shock and were raised high, and the middle door was wide open!

Ling Jie's sword came out from under the shield, like a snake. He first shrank behind the shield, and then when he found an opportunity, he lunged forward!

The sharp sword cut across Xia Houpeng's neck. The tip of the knife cut into Xia Houpeng's slightly dark skin, then cut off the blood vessels, trachea and throat, and flew out from the other side with blood foam and bubbles!

"Bang!" Ling Jie put away his sword and couldn't help but cursed out, "It's easy to kill again! I can't keep you... you guys, please stay alive!" On the battlefield, one sword kills and one kills, very few people.

There is no one who can be beaten for a long time without any injuries, especially for elite scouts like Ling Jie. It is often normal to take action to determine life and death. It is really not easy to hold back.

"Chichi...chichi..." Xia Houpeng grabbed his throat, blood and bubbles spurted out from the wound and the gap between his fingers. Even so, Xia Houpeng still stared at Ling Jie, as if he was shouting something,

But because the trachea and larynx were cut off, not much sound could be made.

"Xiahou..."

"There is absolutely no one in Xiahou who can bear the sword!"

Seeing Xiahou Peng being chopped down, the remaining Xiahou soldiers went crazy and fought back desperately, even injuring one of Ling Jie's men. However, there were strong crossbows and bows outside and elite soldiers and armor inside.

They were unable to save much of the situation, and eventually died in battle one after another.

"Boss, this... we can't keep our hands..." A subordinate came over with a bit of flattery, "This... that... or else I can help boss take down this head..."

"Hey...forget it!" Ling Jie stopped his men from coming to behead him, and looked at Xia Houpeng, who was already dead. "Let's just leave him whole, he is still a man..." Xia Houpeng

If he died at the hands of Ling Jie, Ling Jie naturally had the right to deal with it. When he said this, no one objected.

Ling Jie patted the dust on his body, put away his sword, put two fingers into his mouth, whistled, and returned with his men.

The mountain mist blew past, bringing up a faint smoke and dust, like a layer of gauze, gently covering the bodies of Xia Houpeng and the several deceased people. One moment, these were still living beings who could talk, laugh, curse, and feel pain.

For a moment, he lay silently in the yellow sand, and no one even remembered his name.

The yellow dust was billowing, following the hooves of Ling Jie and others' war horses all the way forward, crossing a hillock, and then as if they had hit layers of steel city walls, they stopped obediently, under the cold spears and shields.

Fall down.

Huang Xu, who was tall and round, and looked more and more like a wall. When he saw Ling Jie coming, he tilted his head and gave up half of his body, allowing Ling Jie to step forward.

"General Qi, this should be the last batch of Cao Jun's scouts..." Ling Jie reported the results of the battle one by one, "According to Cao Jun's usual practice, no new scouts will come for about seven or eight hours...

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Fei Qian nodded, then turned to Zhang Liao and said, "Wenyuan, even if it's seven hours... I don't know if it's enough?"

Zhang Liao cupped his hands and said, "Please wait for the good news, my lord!" After saying this, Zhang Liao stood up and walked outside. When he got under his own battle flag, he raised his head and looked at the three-color flag flying above his head and his general's battle flag.
Chapter completed!