Chapter 654: Snowstorm and Cold Blade (6)

The cook is now the only person in the entire village who has not yet joined the battle. He is digging a hole in the ground with his shovel and burying the wine jug containing Da's last words. The wine jug is made of iron. It's big, but the last words left by everyone are not many, usually two or three sentences, folded into a paper roll, stuffed in, and blocked with a stopper. After burying the iron jug, the cook sighed. He didn't know if the last words of these people would be discovered after the victory of the Eastern Expedition Army.

After doing all this, he looked around the place where he had worked for more than a year, with a smile on his face. He suddenly swung the shovel and smashed several large pots into pieces.

The shovel kept swinging, and the bottles and cans in the kitchen turned into debris on the floor amidst the banging and popping sounds. The cook strode out of the kitchen carrying the big bucket of oil, with the shovel on his back and another He held a torch in one hand, turned around, took one last look at the room, and threw the torch in through the open door. With a bang, flames burst out of the room. After a moment, A huge red smoke column rose straight up.

Pillars of fire-colored smoke rose, indicating that their village had been lost.

The cook bent down, lit another torch, held the oil man in one hand and the torch in the other, and strode towards the top of the village wall.

The wall in the southwest corner has been collapsed, and Donghu people swarmed in. When they entered the gap more than ten meters wide, Song Hongxin led about 20 soldiers without retreating, fighting to the death with their opponents. In other places, More Donghu soldiers had climbed up from all directions. The cook saw that Wang Laoer, who was still writing letters to everyone last night, was stabbed into the stomach by a Donghu soldier, and blood marked the gap between the blade and the flesh. , he saw Wang Laoer throwing away the knife in his hand while screaming loudly, and pinched the Donghu soldier with both hands. Both of them fell from the wall of the village. There was a muffled bang, and Wang Laoer was still twitching. However, the Donghu soldier who was suppressed by him spurted blood from his orifices and died in front of Wang Laoer.

Beard was surrounded, and beside him, there were only three wounded warriors left. Beard looked like crazy, each wielding a big knife in each hand, ignoring the scimitar that the opponent was attacking at him, and rushed forward. After taking a few steps, he killed three Donghu soldiers, but received several long wounds on his body.

A smile appeared on the cook's lips, and he carried the oil man to the other side. There, the last resisting soldier of the Eastern Conquest Army was slashed by four or five scimitars at the same time. He was facing up and slowly fell to the ground. Beard looked at the densely packed Donghu soldiers below, and couldn't help laughing. He held the oil man and the torch, and jumped down from the top with a long laugh.

A chain hammer flew in the air. The cook raised the oil bowl in his hand and blocked it. With a bang, more than twenty kilograms of oil in the oil bowl poured down like rain. When he smelled the smell of the grease, the man below The Donghu soldiers all changed their colors, and before they could react, the cooks holding torches came from the sky.

With a roar, the oil was ignited and began to spread at lightning speed. The bodies of the Donghu soldiers stained with the oil were ignited with fire, and the cook turned into a burning man. In the cold air, suddenly, The smell of barbecue comes out,

The cook didn't seem to feel the pain of being burned by the fire. He took out the shovel on his back and rushed towards the Donghu soldiers, shouting wildly. He slashed left and right with the shovel and slapped him flatly. He actually killed several people in a row. Looking at this The Donghu soldiers were all shocked by the guy who was on fire but still laughing and charging into the battle. They retreated one after another, and no one dared to step forward anymore.

The cook rushed forward for more than ten steps and finally fell to the ground, but even so, no Donghu people dared to approach him.

Song Hongxin was holding a knife and half-kneeling on a broken wall of the village. Beside him, there were two soldiers, one holding half a war spear and the other holding a broken knife.

Song Hongxin looked down at his stomach, which was already soaked with blood. He had been stabbed in the stomach, as if his intestines had flowed out. In front of them, dozens of Donghu people were holding scimitars and looking at them eagerly.

The roar of the beard was heard in the distance, and then the roar suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of the cook's wild laughter that continued continuously, but became lower and lower, and finally became faint.

"They're all gone!" Song Hongxin leaned back and sat down.

"Company commander, let's go too!" The soldier holding the broken knife said to Song Hongxin, looked at another companion holding a spearhead, and suddenly jumped up and rushed straight down to the Donghu crowd above.

Several scimitars struck at the same time, and the two of them did not dodge or dodge. The moment the scimitars entered their bodies, they also inserted the swords and spears in their hands deeply into their opponents' bodies.

More scimitars came over, and the two of them were torn into pieces almost instantly.

"Brother, let's go!" Song Hongxin was crying with a smile. In his life, he had been afraid, escaped, cowardly, but also brave. Falling on the battlefield was his final fate.

"This is an official, capture him alive!" Donghu soldiers shouted and approached step by step. Song Hongxin couldn't understand what his opponents were shouting, but judging from their intentions, they wanted to catch him. He sneered and held the knife with one hand. Putting it on his wound, the other hand quietly took out the riding crossbow hidden behind his back. This is a good thing. It can kill at close range and is almost irresistible. This thing, in this village, is also Only he is qualified to equip one.

"Come on, come on, three crossbows, I can also bring three people with me, I am the highest commander of this village, I can't kill fewer enemies than the guys below, otherwise, how can I command them when I go to the King of Hell? This is a very embarrassing thing.

"Get out of the way, the general is coming!" A shout came from behind, and the Donghu soldiers made way to both sides like a tide, revealing a passage. Mo Yanduo took the lead and walked over. Next to him was the general named Li who commanded the Donghu soldiers to break the village.

"Good men, all good men! "Mo Yanduo looked at Song Hongxin, who was half leaning against the broken wall and covered in blood, and gave him a thumbs up. Although the two sides were enemies and he suffered nearly 500 casualties in this small village, the ferocity of the opponent's fighting still made Mo Yanduo respect him.

Song Hongxin did not look at him. His eyes were fixed on the face of the general surnamed Li beside him. The general surnamed Li had an unnatural expression. Although he was also looking at Song Hongxin, his expression was a little distorted.

"Li Yi!" Song Hongxin suddenly roared with all his strength. "Why is it you? "

Li Yi, a Lieutenant General of the Yan regular army, was considered a senior general in the Yan regular army. As a grassroots officer, Song Hongxin had the honor of listening to the lectures of General Li and fighting under him before, but he never thought that he would meet this person again under such circumstances. Looking at the brand new Donghu general uniform on Li Yi, Song Hongxin felt extremely dazzling.

Mo Yandu turned his head and looked at Li Yi, "Does this person know you? Is he your former subordinate?"

"Maybe!" Li Yi nodded, "It should be just the most grassroots officer, otherwise I would have an impression! "

Song Hongxin looked at Li Yi with hatred. Now he understood why, just a few days later, when the Donghu people attacked the fort, they suddenly had a rhythm and a way to accurately hit the weakness of the fort. It turned out that it was his former boss's boss, the Li Yi, the Lieutenant General of Yan, who he had respected very much, who was in charge.

If it weren't for this person, more than a hundred brothers in the village might still die, but they could definitely make the Donghu people pay a more painful price, and make all the brothers die more valuable.

Song Hongxin's eyes gradually turned red, and he suddenly roared, "Go to hell! "The hand holding the crossbow hidden behind him suddenly appeared, and the fingers pulled the trigger hard. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, the sharp short crossbow flew out of the string like lightning.

When the guards around Mo Yanduo saw Song Hongxin discover this thing, they were shocked. Several people rushed up and blocked Mo Yanduo tightly, but their judgment was wrong. Song Hongxin's target from beginning to end was not Mo Yanduo. Perhaps, killing Mo Yanduo would have a greater impact on the entire battle situation, but Song Hongxin was just a grassroots officer. He could not see so far and so much. At this time, in his eyes, there was only Li Yi, this Traitor, three crossbows, all aimed at Li Yi.

No one expected that this officer of the Eastern Expedition Army, in such a state, actually had such a sharp weapon in his hand. Li Yi was even more unprepared, and all three crossbows penetrated his body. At such a close distance, even the best armor made by the Eastern Expedition Mansion could not resist the attack of the crossbows, not to mention that Li Yi was wearing a crude and shoddy thing made by the Donghu people.

Li Yi turned over and fell off his horse. Perhaps, he never figured it out until his death. Since the opponent still had a deadly weapon in his hand, why didn't he kill the enemy's highest commander? It was himself.

He died with his eyes wide open.

However, this was natural to Song Hongxin. He hated the enemy, but he hated the traitor even more.

Seeing that all three crossbow arrows had penetrated Li Yi's body, Song Hongxin could not help but feel relieved. This time, the traitor was doomed. He looked up at the red smoke column still rising into the sky, and exhaled heavily, "Brothers, I'm here to accompany you."

The handle of the knife in his hand turned around and stabbed heavily into his belly. The Donghu soldiers around him exclaimed.

Mo Yandu stretched out his hand to push away the personal soldiers around him, looked at Li Yi who had fallen to the ground, and then looked at Song Hongxin who had committed suicide. He sighed, "Good man."

He turned his horse back, "Move out the bodies of our warriors, move the bodies of these soldiers of the Eastern Expedition Army in, and then destroy this village and make this village their eternal tomb! "

In Dubo Village, Chen Bin looked at the red smoke column that suddenly rose into the sky in the distance, and said with some sadness: "The last one was also conquered."