Chapter 108 Misunderstanding
The black-armored Wei narrowed his pupils. The thing in front of him was wrapped in a black robe and hood, and his expression was unclear due to the mask.
Only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed.
This man was actually half of his body taller than him.
He was nearly six feet tall, and the one in front of him was at least seven feet tall.
The person who came was none other than Tu Shanjun.
The black mist transformed into a black robe and a mask on his face.
With one palm, he smashed the head of the black-armored Wei general in front of him and pulled his soul out of his cloak. Tushanjun turned his head slightly.
A ghost eye with a faint scarlet light was revealed under the mask.
An Nanbo's body trembled: "Three Tigers?"
In his mind, there were only three tigers who could have such a body.
Perhaps because he missed him too much, An Nanbo mistakenly identified Tushanjun as Sanhu.
It wasn't until he saw that sideways eye that Annanbo realized that he was wrong. He recognized the wrong person, and at the same time he didn't know who the person in front of him was and why he saved him.
It's a pity that the scarlet eye is really scary, and there is no strange expression at all, only the slightest hint of fear.
Tu Shanjun didn't like to talk much, and he didn't know how to explain anything to An Nanbo. He directly lifted An Nanbo up, wrapped it in his cloak, and carried it on his back.
"Uncle Six."
The injured boy rushed forward with a roar, trying to block a blow for his sixth uncle.
It's just that someone is faster than him, with a huge body appearing in front of many soldiers, and blue-black ghost hands wrapped in black robes, which does not affect Tushanjun's combat effectiveness at all.
Dozens of soldiers were actually punched through.
The old soldier of the Song family saw Tu Shanjun carrying An Nanbo on his back. Without taking a closer look at the figure, he immediately shouted: "The young master is here!"
"Master Sanhu is here."
The morale was greatly boosted, and the fighting spirit of more than a hundred soldiers was high.
The spear penetrated the throat of one of the enemies.
After being stained with blood, long red tassels were flying in the air.
"The young master is a million enemies!"
"Invincible!"
"Kill kill kill."
Tushanjun's huge body was like a battlefield tank, crushing him sideways.
Even if these thousand infantrymen were tied together, they probably wouldn't be able to block Tushanjun's attack.
The fist is like a heavy cannon, and dozens of people will die under Tu Shanjun's fist with one punch.
This is because Tu Shanjun did not use magic power and the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty were not concentrated.
Within ten breaths, thousands of soldiers were slaughtered by Tu Shanjun, and no one stood in front of him.
After bathing in blood, the evil spirit all over his body increased again.
"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"
"Tiger tiger tiger."
The old soldier of the Song family roared, raising his sword and spear high.
They seemed to have returned to the days when they followed the Three Tigers into battle.
Listening to the war roars of the people around him, An Nanbo looked complicated, because the person in front of him was not his son Sanhu at all.
Tushanjun did not stop, raised his arms, and ordered more than a hundred soldiers to follow him.
With Tu Shanjun joining the battlefield, it is like the appearance of tanks and armored vehicles on the Great Plains battlefield where infantry are facing each other. No one is an enemy at all.
Tu Shanjun slowed down and rescued An Nanbo and the remaining soldiers within half an hour.
It's just that Tushanjun speeded up during the few hundred meters, and the effort disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The remaining soldiers behind him could no longer find Tu Shanjun before they could react.
But they knew that Tushanjun and his uncle must be moving forward, so they hurriedly followed them.
Return to the immortal battlefield at that time.
Tu Shanjun put Song Hao down.
An Nanbo is just holding on and not taking off his armor, but he is still conscious. He looked at Tushanjun with doubtful eyes. He was very sure that the person in front of him was not his son.
Because this person is too strong.
It was so strong that he felt like he was no match for the most powerful warriors in the world, and even the uneasiness and fear he had originally felt were washed away.
But Annanbo was even more confused as to why such a strong man would save him.
Not only did he save him, but he also saved his remaining parts.
Tushanjun dug up the new soil and lifted up the stone wall.
As the light poured in, Wen Yue slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Tu Shanjun's figure, he immediately said: "Sir."
Tu Shanjun checked Wen Yue's situation.
With Ghost Tears as a hub, the evil spirit in the body has stabilized, and the soul flag is still helping Wen Yue dissipate the evil spirit.
Tu Shanjun looked at the mandrill evil spirit in the soul flag. That thing had a shadow of the blood ape, and a trace of the true meaning of the Demon Ape Determining Fist was actually integrated into the mandrill evil spirit.
The fist intention is not energy, but just awareness, so it does not improve the strength of the mandrill evil spirit.
Tu Shanjun thought for a while, if he ate the phantom of the blood ape, would he be able to understand the true meaning of the Silk Demon Ape Determining Fist.
But even if he has an idea, he should look at it later. Now Wen Yue needs the Demonic Ape Determining Fist to suppress the evil spirit. If this true intention is lost, there may be trouble.
Without any further thought, Tu Shanjun returned directly to the soul flag.
Wen Yue was already able to walk. He stood up and pulled up the soul flag standing behind him to support his body.
When Wen Yue walked in front of An Nanbo, he knelt on the ground.
Annenberg, who originally looked happy, was suddenly stunned. Then his eyes widened, his pupils narrowed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Xiong son-in-law, what do you mean by this?"
"Father-in-law, Sanhu...has gone."
Wen Yue burst into tears and carefully picked up Sanhu's head, which was wrapped in a cloak.
An Nanbo's eyes were bloodshot and he took two steps back, his face turning red.
puff.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground unsteadily, staring at the circle wrapped in the cloak.
An Nanbo quickly stretched out his hand to open the package, but his palms were trembling and he did not drop it several times.
"Three Tigers."
An Bo finally gritted his teeth and opened the package, revealing the heads of the three tigers.
He held up his head and cried loudly: "It was dad who harmed you, Sanhu."
"Dad died half a month ago."
While crying, the remaining pieces have arrived.
They were surprised when they heard An Nanbo wailing. Then they looked at the head, which was clearly that of Young Master Sanhu.
Everyone looked shocked and unbelievable.
Several of them even burst into tears.
"Master Sanhu saved us just now, how could he die?"
"impossible."
"Fake, I just saw Master Sanhu."
The sound stopped suddenly, and a thought came to their minds: "Ghost?"
That figure is clearly there, how could it be fake.
But Young Master Sanhu had already died, so who saved them could only be a ghost.
It was Young Master Sanhu who still had his fighting spirit, and even after his death, he was able to reach the bottom of the valley and rescue them.
No wonder he was wearing a black robe.
No wonder only a pair of scarlet eyes were exposed.
Tushanjun is indeed a ghost, but it's a pity that they only guessed the idea, but not the process.
He also failed to find the living soul of Sanhu. The living soul of Sanhu disappeared with the disappearance of the headless body.
"Uncle, the Northern Wei army is coming in a blink of an eye. Now is not the time to be sad. We have to go out and avenge the young master."
"Sir, it's time for us to leave."
The surviving Wen family guards gathered around Wen Yue.
Gathering the remaining soldiers, there were 3,000 people plus the 4,000 people who came for support, and now there are only 1,000 people left.
Most of them were not killed in battle, but were trampled to death because Jiangyun Valley was too crowded.
There are also a large number of deserters who have left the battlefield.
Those who can really fight to the death are either those who are blocked and unable to survive and can only fight, or Wen Yue's own people.
The situation on Wen Yue's side was very bad, and Yu Wenxing's side was not much better either. Twenty-two thousand of the thirty thousand men had been wiped out, and now only eight thousand of the Chinese army remained.
"Raise the flag."
Wen Yue ordered.
Annenberg had fainted.
After eating little for many days and fighting with others, he was so excited that he fainted.
Wen Yue tied the two cloaks together and put An Nanbo on his back: "Kill out."