coobybook Chapter 1361
Chapter 1361
At this moment, Sang Jing's hand was freed up.
He reined in his horse again, turned around, and charged towards Xu Huizu, his smile growing even more unrestrained and arrogant: "Hahahaha! We have the advantage in both numbers and the number of soldier scrolls. You are fighting two or three at a time, while we are fighting one at a time... This is called throwing an egg against a rock, it's called overestimating your own strength! Hahahahahaha!"
Sang Jing's sword tip was aimed at Xu Huizu's neck, his imposing aura overwhelming.
Xu Huizu felt a sense of foreboding, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead—he knew that Sang Jing was right!
And he knew it even better.
Now that I'm tied down by another enemy general, I can't easily free myself. If Sang Jing charges over, I'm likely in grave danger!
The enemy has a large number of men and horses, and several generals skilled in individual combat. As the saying goes, even two fists can't fight four hands. We are in grave danger!
Xu Huizu loosened his right hand and immediately spurred his horse to dodge, barely managing to avoid the fierce attack of the broadsword. However, the opponent stuck to him like a leech, repeatedly striking, forcing Xu Huizu to parry and dodge. Meanwhile, Sang Jing's blade was about to slash straight at Xu Huizu's neck...
"My life is over!"
Xu Huizu felt a chill in his heart. They were all skilled warriors who had fought against the enemy and the Tartars on the battlefield, and none of them were much worse than the other.
But it was at this critical moment that things turned out so badly.
"boom--"
Suddenly, a gunshot that had just been heard rang out, its sound seemingly enough to shake the entire field.
The next moment, before Xu Huizu could react, he saw a stream of bright red blood spurt from the back of Sang Jing's head as he charged toward him, spraying into the air.
And a bloody hole also appeared between his eyebrows!
—Almost exactly the same as Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, who died after falling from his horse!
Perhaps it was because it was too sudden and unexpected.
Sang Jing's smile was still incredibly arrogant, but it was frozen in place. The arrogance in his eyes gradually faded away, turning into emptiness in an instant—his pupils were unfocused, leaving him with no emotion whatsoever.
Before he could even fall from his horse, the longsword in his hand, imbued with a resolute killing intent, slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clatter. Then, Sang Jing, who had been completely frozen in place, fell headfirst off his horse like a sack of sand, making a heavy thud.
His warhorse was still unaware of what was happening.
It charged towards Xu Huizu with the same momentum as before, but Xu Huizu reined in his horse and turned around, brushing past the defenseless warhorse.
"Sang Jing... is dead too!! He died in the exact same way as Cao Zhen!! Even the location of the wound is the same, between the eyebrows, the bullet passing through the skull!!"
In his shock, Xu Huizu immediately realized what had happened.
However, at this moment, he didn't have time to think about anything else. Instead, he instinctively dealt with the general who had just been holding him back. Without the threat from Sang Jing, Xu Huizu's morale soared. He clashed with the enemy's swords and spears several times, and the tip of his spear pierced the enemy's shoulder, the tip of which was stained with blood as it was pulled out.
The general responsible for containing Xu Huizu saw that the situation was not going well.
He could only cover his wound and distance himself from Xu Huizu before he had a chance to look at Sang Jing, who had fallen from his horse and died: "Hui... Uncle Hui!!? You... you actually...??"
When I noticed Sang Jing's appearance at that moment.
The general's pupils suddenly trembled violently—a bloody hole, a fall from his horse, and he collapsed to the ground dead…
In an instant.
He felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to the top of his head, raising goosebumps all over his body, and sending waves of cold through him...
At the same time, a voice, a sentence, kept echoing in his mind: "Sang Jing! If you also want to be like Cao Zhen, falling from your horse and dying halfway through the battle, then go ahead and charge forward!"
Not bad!
Hui Xianbo Sang Jing died.
This is exactly the same way of dying that the arrogant, boastful, and rebellious little emperor described!
Think of this.
He first glanced warily at Xu Huizu, who had just been fighting him fiercely. Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have expected this situation either, and was also a little caught off guard, so he didn't pursue him relentlessly.
So he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Emperor Kaiqian, Zhu Yunwen, at the back of the battlefield—he saw the other party sitting high on the largest and most powerful warhorse, looking left and right at the strange-looking musket in his hand that didn't quite resemble a musket...
It looked like it had just been used.
"It's him! It really is him!"
"They used muskets twice in total. The first time, they accurately killed Marquis Jingchuan, and the second time, they accurately killed Earl Huixian!!"
"It's His Majesty!! His Majesty actually managed to make Sang Jing and Cao Zhen fall from their horses and die, just like them! Hahahaha!!"
This time, of course, it was Xu Huizu's turn to laugh.