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Volume 1: The Border Town of the Empire Chapter 1099: Not enough blood, not full sword

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    Chapter 1099: Blood is not enough but the knife is not full. Tao Tao River. Corpses drifting thousands of miles. It is impossible to count how many lives have been taken in a river like Yishui. Even a riverside fisherman who is skilled in water may accidentally get into trouble.  But after today, most people firmly believe that the total number of people who have died in Yishui since ancient times is not as many as today.  Fang Jie stood on the bamboo pole, looked back and said to Meng Yuan Khan: "I will exchange 400 ships for your 200,000 lives. How can we not avenge this national hatred?" It was not until this moment that Meng Yuan suddenly felt that he had something to do.  What a fool and an idiot.  Just before the ship sank in the river, Meng Ge was still sneering in his heart, mocking Fang Jie's hypocrisy to his heart's content.  But at this moment, there was nothing in his heart except sadness and anger.  He didn't even dare to feel hatred for Fang Jie. The soldiers with their eyes tumbling in the river seemed to have turned into knives, stabbing him in the heart one after another, drawing blood.  A guard held Meng Ge and jumped from the large ship that had begun to tilt. He stood on a broken ship plank. The river was surging, and the waves rushing down from the upper reaches overturned the last hope of victory of the wolf cavalry.  These men, who had lived on horseback for decades, were as weak as if they were made of clay in front of the river, and were melted away by the river.  The sound of the surging waves could not suppress the wailing that resounded across the sky, so shrill.  There was no trace of blood on Brother Meng's face. Maybe he had already taken away most of his life when he saw the first sunken ship, or maybe his soul had been frightened and flew away. What's left now  Just a shell.  He was like a man who fell into the glacier in the cold winter and was fished out. The servant's lips were a palpitating purple color with a pale face.  In decades of my life, I have never been as desperate as I am today.  If it weren¡¯t for the desperate efforts of his guards, he would have fallen into the river and gone with the waves.  The guards of the royal court tried their best to rescue him from the water and dragged him to the shore. Meng was soaked all over and was dragged up like a corpse. He didn't move at all and stared straight at the sky.  , as if there was something up there that was absorbing his soul.  As the most cultivated among the royal generals, Kuoke Taimeng Xueya struggled to save several soldiers in the river, and then had to go ashore to breathe.  In this kind of power of nature, even his amazing cultivation is difficult to compete with.  The power of that wave far exceeded any practitioner he had ever seen, and no one could use such a powerful move.  "Breaking sweat" Xueya, who was sitting on the side, looked at Meng Ge lying not far away and shouted, but didn't know what to say.  The river swept a large number of corpses downstream, and it was unknown where these corpses would eventually float.  There is a terrible rumor among the Han people that even the souls of people who die in the water will be imprisoned in the water and cannot be reincarnated.  Therefore, Xueya felt a wave of fear in his heart. These dead soldiers would become ghosts imprisoned in the water forever and could not return to their hometown.  At this moment, Xueya suddenly wanted to ask Brother Meng, why do we want to march eastward?  By the river, Kuoke Taimengduo climbed up effortlessly and drank a few sips of water before he was rescued.  Of the nearly 200,000 wolf cavalrymen, not a single one crossed the river.  The Mongolian people always believed that bathing in the river was disrespectful to the gods, which led to the situation today where these soldiers can do nothing but struggle in the water.  "Fang Jie!" After Duobie climbed ashore, he couldn't help but gasp and curse: "I just said, you can't believe such a person! He is not a human at all, he is a devil!" He struggled to stand up and looked at  Xiang Hedong'an: "If you have the ability to fight with us with real swords and guns, what kind of man can you be if you rely on such vicious and sinister means to win? You Han people use tricks and tricks, and you never dare to fight like a real man."  "Fang Jie!" Don't scream: "I will cut you into pieces!"  An armor-breaking cone flew over from a distance and suddenly appeared in front of Duobie.  By the time Duo Bian saw it, it was already too late. The arrow came too fast, and he didn't see it until it was in front of him.  When he thought about reacting, it was already too late. The armor-piercing awl drilled into his heart accurately. After piercing his chest, the arrowhead came out from his back.  ¡°Everyone gasping on the shore was frightened by the arrow, and no one noticed where the arrow came from.  Duobie subconsciously lowered his head to look at the feather arrows "growing" on his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.  He raised his hand to pull the arrow out of his body, but the strength of the arrow shaft began to drain away as soon as his hand touched it.  With a plop, Duoban's body fell backwards.  His cursing stopped suddenly, and there was a sound of rapid inhalation in his throat. Every inhalation was like the sound of a broken bellows.  This short breathing sound did not last.How long did it take for his mouth to open and then freeze.  People¡¯s eyes were full of fear, and they began to subconsciously look for the direction from which the arrows came.  There were many centipede clippers on the east bank of the river, and the navy soldiers of the Black Flag Army rowed their boats and rushed over here.  Those warships cut through the water, just like giant beasts crawling across the water quickly.  On the Centipede Clipper at the front, the young man in a black gown was holding a stiff bow and an arrow pot at his feet.  There was no expression on his face, neither joy nor anger.  He just took out an arrow from the arrow pot, shot it out, and killed a Mongolian man.  Then he drew out another feather arrow and killed another Meng Yuan man.  His face was expressionless, and he was so focused on killing people.  On the fast boats behind him, the archers of the Black Flag Army wearing black armor were doing the same thing. They opened their bows and fired arrows, sending the Mongolian people wherever they looked into hell.  Whether they are struggling in the water or gasping for breath on the shore, they are the targets of their hunting.  It looks like a group of emotionless killing machines.  Feather arrows flew over one by one, shooting down the Meng Yuan people one by one. A Meng Yuan wolf cavalry saw a ship floating not far away, and the desire to win made him instinctively rush over there, although he  He couldn't swim, but his burst of desire made him get closer to the ship little by little.  The water waves hurt his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly who was standing on the boat.  Finally, he held onto the side of the boat with one hand.  At that moment, he felt that all the tense muscles in his body were relaxing involuntarily.  A person who falls into the water will never let go after his hand touches something that can save his life.  So the relaxation of his muscles was just his own illusion. It was his tense mind that relaxed a little, not his muscles.  "Help me!" The voice coming from his throat was hoarse and unpleasant.  "Please save me!" he shouted, trying his best.  What answered him was a sharp knife.  The blade struck from the top of his head, and with great force, the blade easily removed half of the Mongolian soldier's skull. The red blood and white brain matter instantly spilled into the river, dyeing a small patch of nearby water red.  But soon, the red color was washed away by the water.  The body floated downstream, not knowing its whereabouts.  The soldiers of the Black Flag Army rowed boats back and forth on the river, killing the Mongolians one after another in despair.  If you don't know what the Meng Yuan people have done, then perhaps no one can understand the ruthlessness on the faces of the Black Flag Army soldiers at this time.  They didn't show any mercy, they just kept shooting arrows and waving their blades.  Poof!  A guard standing next to Brother Meng was shot through the eye socket by an arrow, and the arrow was stuck in his head and was still trembling.  The wailing soldiers did not dare to pull out the feather arrows. They covered their faces with both hands and ran in pain.  He ran forward seven steps and then fell heavily to the ground.  When he fell down, the feather arrow was broken by him, but due to the force, the feather arrow penetrated deeply, and the scalp behind the head bulged a small piece, but in the end the feather arrow still did not come out.  Brother Meng was still lying on the ground, looking up at him. The soulless Meng Yuan Khan looked more like a corpse than the dead people. The soldier who fell seven steps away from him looked like a corpse.  It was more alive than him, because the soldier had just died tragically, but he looked like an ancient corpse that had been dried for thousands of years.  "Sweat!" Xueya ran over, picked up Brother Meng and wanted to run away. Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he was hit by a strong force on his chest. His body flew backwards involuntarily, and then hit him hard.  fell to the ground.  Before he could react, the man in black robe who had defeated him so easily stepped on his chest and lowered his foot.  The surging inner energy poured into Xueya's body, as if a huge mountain was pressing on him. Xueya only lasted a moment before losing consciousness and passed out.  Fang Jie waved his hand, and then several riders from the riding school came over and tied up Xueya with special tendon ropes.  I don¡¯t know why Fang Jie didn¡¯t kill this person directly. Although Xueya¡¯s special constitution allowed him to recover quickly, there was no way for him to resurrect if his skull was directly shattered.  When Xueya was knocked away, Brother Meng also fell heavily to the ground.  But he didn¡¯t react at all, still looking straight at the sky.  The self-confidence he had always had was completely shattered at this moment, and the blow was much greater than when he learned that Dalun Myooh was not the real master of Dalun Temple.  His sight was blocked by a dark shadow.??, the blue sky can no longer be seen.  Fang Jie¡¯s figure with his head lowered appeared in Meng Ge¡¯s eyes.  "If I beg you to kill me, will you do it?" Brother Meng asked.  The voice was so strange and unpleasant, as if it was another person's voice.  "No" Fang Jie shook his head and replied seriously: "Because you are my enemy. If it is more beneficial to me to let the enemy live than to let the enemy die, why should I kill you? You are still useful to me if you are alive.  , my punishment for you is not over yet. I am afraid that the corpses you saw today are not as many as the Han people you killed along the way, so the revenge is not over yet." Fang Jie looked into Brother Meng's eyes: "I am.  I will send someone to the northwest, and then send someone to contact General Wang Ting in the Mongolian Army on your behalf. In this way, many people will come back to you to protect your status as the Great Khan.  How much do you want to see you Meng Yuan people continue to kill each other? "I hope you won't let me down." "Don't even think about it!" Brother Meng squeezed out two words from his mouth, and then reached out to touch the waist that was still hanging on his waist.  knife.  "You no longer have the right to decide your own life or death." His hands were held down by two riders and then quickly tied up.  "You can catch me, but how can you control my spirit?" Meng Ge smiled ferociously, looking for the last trace of self-esteem.  "I can" Fang Jie's answer was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last bit of dignity that Meng Ge had.  "If you slaughter my people and destroy my mountains and rivers, if I don't repay them tenfold, how can I deserve the people to respect me as king? How much my mountains and rivers are broken, how much I let the grasslands be broken. No matter what the purpose, you should not bring them  From the time you came to the Central Plains, the knives in the hands of me and my soldiers have been waiting to drink blood." He lowered his head and looked down at Brother Meng.  "The blood is not enough, the knife is not full of drink."
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