The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Chapter 837: Taking the Knife

"Charge! Charge forward and save the prince!"

"Those who block the road, die! Kill these bastards!"

Qi Si's eyes fixed and he saw his comrades rushing in.

He shouted, "Come here, I'll cover you!"

The flagpole moved sideways and swept away fiercely.

The general's flag on it had already been tattered beyond recognition.

If you hang on to it desperately, you may be crushed to pieces and turned into ashes at any time.

The direction of Hu Da and Hu Er's arrows deviated towards this place, and they barely saved a few people.

The two brothers had already changed to crossbows, and were accompanied by wounded guards who could no longer fight, helping to deliver arrows.

The few Fengming border soldiers who had managed to rush in were covered in blood. When they saw the prince was safe and sound, they could no longer hold on and fell to their knees using their swords to support themselves.

Shi Yunyan stepped forward, and Luo San stood by him vigilantly.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his comrades, but he was able to charge into the chaos with his courage.

To put it bluntly, he went crazy and killed people.

I was afraid that they would not be able to distinguish between friend and foe and accidentally hurt the prince.

Shi Yunyan's hands trembled uncontrollably as he untied the red-stained bandages that had been tied between his wrists and the knife.

The binding was too tight, and the handle of the knife had sunk deeply into the wrist, leaving a deep red mark.

He regretted it a little.

For my own recklessness and aggressiveness.

Because of his mistake, countless people sacrificed their lives and shed their blood to save him.

The sacrifices of everyone weighed heavily on his heart.

It made him breathless.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush forward and fight the rebels to the death! Fight to the death!

But he can't.

Being the Crown Prince of England and the Young Marshal of Guanzhou is both an honor and a responsibility.

He cannot die.

Just live, and only live.

Fengming's border troops were not the first group to break out.

Breaking through the encirclement is a rescue, but it is also like a tide that rushes into the rebel army's formation in waves.

The two sides blend into each other, touch each other, and the victory or defeat is determined, life or death is decided.

The brief respite ended as reinforcements from both the enemy and our side rushed forward.

Over and over again.

Luo Er was covered in blood, and his armor was torn in several places with deep knife marks.

His knife was fast and fierce, but in such close combat, when the battle line was constantly being fought and recaptured by both sides, his advantage was greatly weakened.

If it weren't for the care of his brothers, Luo Er would have died countless times.

Even so, he remained as brave as ever.

The murderous nature has arisen and the evil intention has been aroused.

Luo Er exerted force on his feet, pushed the ground hard, bent his waist backward, avoided the oncoming horizontal knife, and instantly turned his hand back and slashed with a knife, which stabbed the man in the back very accurately, piercing him through.

He exerted force with his hands and twisted them violently. Without looking back, he knew the man was dead. He then drew the knife with his left hand and struck with his right arm with an elbow, pulling out the knife while pushing the man backwards.

Someone quickly stepped forward to help move the dead man out of the way.

"Luo Er, be careful!"

Second uncle Song swung his spear, but the tip of the spear missed the enemy's blade by an inch and failed to completely knock it away.

Luo Er dodged subconsciously, but was still cut by the blade.

There was a blood mark on the left side of his eyebrow.

It doesn't look serious, but it disfigures your face and hurts your eyes.

Luo Er retreated backwards in a disorderly manner.

He wiped his eyes with his hands, and his hands were covered with blood.

Qi Si twisted around, roared, pulled back the flagpole he had thrust out, and stabbed the man in the stomach with his aim.

The enemy couldn't help but bend over as the pain hit him.

The second uncle Song, who came in anger, stabbed half of his neck with a gun.

Blood was splattered.

Qi Si still felt that it was not enough, so he went forward madly and kicked the man several times.

The sound of bones breaking was drowned out by his lion-like roar.

"Second brother, how are you?" Luo Da rushed over here while killing.

He became more and more anxious and used more strength in his hands, cutting a bloody path through the opponent's body.

He didn't even notice that the knife in his hand was broken.

My heart and eyes are filled with my second brother.

"Brother, I'm fine." Luo Er wanted Luo Da to see clearly, so he tried to open his eyes wider, and suddenly he said, "Watch out for your back!"

Almost the moment he said this, the knife in his hand flew out, and he roared and jumped forward.

When the man blocked with the knife in his hand, he hugged the man's head with both arms and pressed it against the tattered armor in front of him. Then, with a click, his two powerful thighs clamped around the enemy's waist.

How could she stand with the weight of such an old man hanging on her?

The man was knocked down by him.

It was difficult for Luo Er to open his left eye, but his right eye was fine. He squinted and found the right position. He grabbed the man's hair with one hand and slapped his face with the other. He bent his left knee and knocked the knife out of the man's hand. He pressed the man down in this posture, and after just a few slaps, the man became dazed and stopped resisting.

He loosened his hands that were pulling her hair, clenched his fists, and punched left and right!

He won't stop until he has hammered the person to death.

Luo Da was a step slower than him. He protected his second brother, holding a knife and staring fiercely at every enemy around him.

Even though the knife in his hand was cut, the layers of blood on it still made everyone feel cold.

There are no soldiers in the rebel army who are not afraid of life and death. They are just a group of ambitious people who have been lured by high positions and huge profits.

How could they really disregard their own life and death?

The two sides have been fighting ever since.

Everyone knows that this British prince is surrounded by a bunch of tough guys.

Compared with it, tigers and leopards are much weaker.

It is only with the help of these people and the scattered soldiers who kept rushing in to rescue that they have managed to hold on until now.

When the rebels felt the strong murderous intent surrounding Luo Da and others, they became afraid.

During the stalemate.

Suddenly someone shouted from a distance: "Be careful of the kerosene!"

The heat was spreading gradually and became more and more obvious.

The smell of burning food in the air became stronger and stronger.

closer.

A battering ram with flames all over it rushed in.

The raging flames blocked my view, and I could only vaguely see someone's feet running under the car.

"Get out of the way!"

The cowhide on the battering ram is not flammable. To achieve this level of burning, it must have been poured with several layers of kerosene.

Once it touches your body, it is difficult to exterminate it and the only way out is to be burned to death.

"It's Guanzhou's battering ram. They want to use it to rescue the British prince!"

The rebels' brains were still receiving this information.

The Yan family army has already taken action.

The people at the front, with Qi Si as the center, quickly retreated.

The right side is the direction where the assault vehicle is coming from.

Luo Daluo, Er Luo, and Er Song, the second uncle-in-law, quickly took turns standing and formed a battle formation.

"Luo Er, take the knife!" Qi Wu shouted loudly.

"Come!" Luo Er didn't even look.

The knife passed over his head and went straight into the group of enemies.

Someone held his sword in hand to block, but found that he couldn't block it at all. The force was so great that it almost broke his wrist.

He turned around and dodged.

The knife stuck into the ground, and the handle swung around.

Luo Er borrowed the shield of someone nearby, rolled over, used the shield to protect himself, drew his sword, and rolled back, running away.

"Luo Da, take the knife!" Qi Wu threw another one with great force.

This time, no one from the rebel army took up the cause.

However, collisions were inevitable during the avoidance process. One unlucky guy did not stand properly and was pushed a little to the side.

It was just this little bit that was cut off half of his arm by the flying knife.

"Ah!" screamed.

Luo Er gave the knife in his hand to his elder brother and rolled over again.

From bottom to top, draw the knife quickly, and then move it upwards.

The neck is a vital point, hit!

Roll back again.

The rebels were stunned by the rolling and catching of the swords!

He was concentrating on killing the other party, but he did this in the middle of the process? It was like holding back a breath of innate childishness, and then having it easily washed away by a bowl of thick carrot soup...

Luo Er: Catch the knife? I can’t catch it at all.

Even the waiter couldn't do it.

Our Yan family army has never practiced this.

If we can throw it almost anywhere, no matter it's on the ground or on the enemy, we can pick it up anyway.

Luo Er: I haven’t practiced before, so I can’t catch it.

Luo Da: Don’t look at me, I’m even worse!

Qi Wu: It’s somewhat accurate, but not much. It can only ensure that it won’t hit our own people.

Waiter: Catching a knife in the air is a fancy move. We don't need to do those fake moves. It doesn't matter if our own people can't catch it. We can find a way to take the enemy's knife and use it in the same way. We should adapt to local conditions and respond to changes~~o(*￣︶￣*)o~~