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The cold wind swept the broken snow and slapped it on the dilapidated fortress wall, and the afterglow of gold and iron still echoed in the wind and snow.
Su Jin repelled the Jie soldiers with one move and stood firmly on the wall. His thin figure in the white snow looked like an iron nail stuck in the earth wall.
There was dead silence all around.
More than 20 disabled soldiers froze in place, breathing very lightly, staring at the young man in front of them.
Before this, everyone believed that Su Jin was a weakling who could be beaten and scolded, and was the lowest level of trash in the castle.
But the clean and crisp fight just now, and the calm planning in the face of danger, made everyone's stereotypes collapse a little bit.
Zhou Scarzi stood aside, his mouth cracked and his arms sore and numb.He stared at Su Jin's back, all the contempt in his eyes faded away, leaving only a heavy fear.
He has been around the border for more than ten years and has seen many veterans fighting, but he has never seen a seriously injured recruit who can fight so calmly in front of the elites of the Jie tribe.
Under the wall, Jie Bing's body lay in the snow. The blood soaked the snow and condensed into a dark layer of blood-colored ice.
After a brief stagnation, the remaining Jie soldiers who climbed up the wall reacted, roaring wildly from their mouths, the scimitars in their hands flashed with cold light, and jumped over the wall one after another.
This group of Jie soldiers are elites who have been bloody for many years, and their individual fighting ability far exceeds that of the remnants of the border army.
Normally, the soldiers of Blackstone Castle would have been frightened by such a ferocious momentum and would have abandoned their weapons and fled.
But at this moment, no one is retreating.
Su Jin's fight just now gave these remnant soldiers who were on the verge of death a bit of confidence.
"Hold on! Work in pairs and guard the wall!"
Su Jin's voice was not high, but it was very penetrating, overpowering the roars of Feng Xue and Jie Ren.
There was severe pain in his chest, and every breath involved the broken bone wound. The dizziness caused by the wind and cold always lingered in his mind, and his body was already overstretched.
But he didn't dare to relax. Now everyone was in a deadlock. If he fell, the entire fortress would collapse.
Two Jie soldiers climbed up the wall from both sides at the same time, sweeping their scimitars with fierce expressions.
An old soldier at the front was so frightened that his arms were shaking, and his grip on the spear was mostly loosened.
The spear shaft shook, and the flaw opened wide.
Jie Bing's eyes suddenly turned fierce, he leaned down, lowered his sword, and slashed the old soldier's neck.
Chen Shitou on the side saw this, his face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and rushed forward, clenched the broken spear in his hand and stabbed it out fiercely.
He was very timid and had never actually killed anyone. His hands were trembling, his stabbing force was weak, and his angle was not accurate.
This spear failed to seriously injure the enemy, and only grazed Jie Bing's shoulder blade.
But this slight obstruction abruptly disrupted Jie Bing's rhythm.
In this momentary gap, Su Jin stepped forward, stepping firmly on the frozen soil and snow, avoiding the sharp edge of the scimitar, and slashed horizontally with the broken short sword picked up in his hand.
Although the blade was blunt, it was powerful enough to strike the side of Jie Bing's neck with precision.
There was a puff, and blood spurted out.
Jie Bing's body stiffened, his roar suddenly stopped, and his body fell heavily against the wall.
When another Jie soldier saw his companion fall to the ground, his temper became more violent. He abandoned the old soldier in front of him, turned his sword and rushed straight towards Su Jin.
The scimitar slashed at a tricky angle, targeting the vital points of Su Jin's chest and abdomen that were severely injured and difficult to dodge.
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