The men of Yanzhao (2)

In a life and death battle, there were no rules to speak of.

When Xia Pingan could only move one hand, it was natural for him to deal as much damage as possible.

Xia Pingan's two fingers stabbed into the eye sockets of the Xiongnu cavalryman. The feeling was like stabbing two rotten apples in warm water. It was hard to describe.

Xia ping 'an dug out his fingers and the Xiongnu cavalryman's eyes were instantly destroyed. One of his eyeballs was stuck in his eye socket, while the other was dug out and hung on his eye socket like a jar of sauce that had exploded.

ah! Ah! Ah! the Xiongnu cavalry screamed. Xia Pingan understood it. The Xiongnu cavalry, who was about to take out his dagger, trembled and instinctively covered his ugly face with his hands as he screamed.

The hand that was strangling Xia Pingan's neck loosened, and Xia Pingan's breathing returned to normal.