C4 (1/2)

Outside the forest was an endless prairie. The blue sky, white clouds, and green grass were originally the beauty of an idyllic land, but now there was no beauty to speak of. There was only the tearing of blood and tears.

One of them was clad in black armor and helmet, and was dressed exactly the same as the one Tang Yin was wearing right now. On the other side was a set of silver and white iron armor, which shone under the reflection of the sun, dazzling everyone's eyes.

The fight between the two sides could no longer be described as fierce, but as a real fierce one. On the battlefield, people were waving their weapons, trying everything they could to kill the other side. Large numbers of people fell to the ground, and soon, more people rushed over.

Tang Yin had killed many people and participated in many large scale underworld fights, but he had never seen such a realistic and cruel battle scene, nor had he ever seen such people who were close to a wild beast. At this moment, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Ah!

Just as he was in a daze, a horse rushed over from his right side. Immediately, a knight with silver armor sat on the horse and stared at Tang Yin's head with his blood red eyes opened wide. The spear in his hand extended forward and thrusted towards Tang Yin's neck.

The speed of the horse was too fast, it was so fast that it was like an arrow that had just left the bow. Tang Yin was in a state of extreme shock, he did not even realize that danger had already fallen on his head.

In that moment of life and death, a middle-aged man dressed in black armor suddenly pounced at Tang Yin. Following a dull thumping sound, Tang Yin and the middle-aged man fell into the bushes at the same time. At the same time, with a swoosh, the war horses passed by them. The lances of the riders swept past their scalps.

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The middle aged man sat up on the ground and panted heavily. At the same time, he grabbed Tang Yin by the neck and questioned him with a loud roar.

Tang Yin did understand him but he did not. He had been to many places in China and could distinguish the dialects of many places, but the middle-aged man's words did not sound like the dialect of any place. Although he didn't know what the other person was saying to him, he knew that this middle-aged man had just saved his life.

Tang Yin looked straight at the middle-aged man, and was about to speak, wanting to ask just what kind of place it was, and who these people were. But then, he thought of something and swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth. He did not understand what the other party was saying, and what he was saying might not even be able to be understood by the other party because of his appearance. Obviously, the other party considered him to be one of their own, and if he did not understand what he was saying, then perhaps he would think of him as a spy. At this point in time, it would be very strange and dangerous for both the black and white side to treat him as their enemy.

Through his difficult and cruel childhood, Tang Yin developed a suspicious and cautious personality.

He did not speak, just opened his mouth and made a noise.

The middle-aged man was surprised and asked.

Tang Yin did not know what he was asking and only nodded his head.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed. Regret could be seen in his eyes. Tang Yin felt that the other party was treating him as a mute. When the middle-aged man still wanted to speak, the rider who had already rushed over turned his horse around and turned back, his face contorted in anger as he screamed repeatedly, as if he was extremely angry that he did not stab Tang Yin with his spear just now.

He waved his hand and pushed the middle aged man away. At the same time, he jumped out from the grass and stood on the flat ground with one hand holding onto his spear, helplessly watching the rider push his horse forward and ram into him.

The middle-aged man who saved Tang Yin just now turned pale with fright, and shouted at Tang Yin, telling him to get out of the way immediately. In his opinion, if an infantry soldier wanted to fight a single rider, he was courting death.

Tang Yin did not move. He had never understood the concept of retreat.

The Knight was getting closer and closer to him. Tang Yin could even see the other party's cold and cruel smile.

He was also smiling, and his smile was even more sinister and cold.

In an instant, the rider spurred his horse forward until he was right in front of Tang Yin. He thrust the spear in his hand forward, straight at Tang Yin's chest.