The nine-ring ghost-headed sword has a slightly different shape than that of ordinary swords. Its blade body is thick and there are nine iron rings on the back of the knife. The tip of the knife is flat and does not protrude forward. The handle is slightly thin and has a large curvature. There is a knife ring behind it, which makes the chopping power extremely powerful.

This nine-ring ghost-headed sword weighing dozens of kilograms showed even more powerful power in the hands of Peng Datong, whose arm strength was extremely powerful.

He was able to climb to his current position in the White Lotus Army, and he fought out from the sea of ​​blood with his own strength. Unlike Zheng Hao and others, he had poor abilities, but he relied on his relationship with Fan You to become the leader.

Among the many leaders, Peng Datong is the first in the personal bravery. Even Fan You, who was born as a monk, was not his opponent, otherwise he would not have been able to break out of the Wei army that day.

Moreover, he always leads the way, so he is very loved by his subordinates. Even if he wants to join a new leader today, his subordinates will follow him without hesitation.

At this time, on the battlefield filled with soldiers, Peng Datong led his soldiers to charge forward. The big sword in his hand was like a whirlwind, and he was brave enough. Wherever the big sword went, the knife was broken and the gun was broken, and even the people were split into two pieces, and no one was his enemy.

"Peng Datong!"

Just as he was about to kill, a roar suddenly came from the front, and then he saw Dong Erhu, who also used a ghost-headed sword, rushed towards him.

"Dou!"

The two big knives slashed together suddenly, splashing a string of sparks.

Dong Erhu and Peng Datong are from the same school, but their relationship has always been bad. It is difficult to explain it clearly when it comes to grudges, love and hatred. Simply put, Peng Datong is deeply loved by his master Dong Quanying, and no matter how hard his son Dong Erhu tried, he never got his father's recognition, so he felt resentful.

Later, Fan You prepared to gather people to revolt, but because he lacked talents, he found Peng Datong and Dong Erhu, who were already well-known in Gaohe Prefecture, and took some effort to recruit them into the White Lotus Army.

"Erhu, surrender, you have no chance of winning!"

Peng Datong tried to persuade Dong Erhu's hideous face.

No matter what, everyone is a fellow disciple, and the other party’s father is his master. He has always been good to him. He doesn’t want to see Dong Erhu die here.

"Bah, you ungrateful wolf still have the face to say this, go to death!"

Dong Erhu was like an angry lion, with his hair and beard spreading, and the big sword in his hand danced faster.

Peng Datong was helpless and had the ability to achieve swordsmanship. Neither Dong Erhu was his opponent, but the other party was the only bloodline of the master after all, so he could only deal with the moves and find opportunities to see if he could subdue him without hurting his life, so he would not be able to rush around and besieged and killed by the black armored troops.

The battlefield is no more than fighting in the martial arts world. Here, individual bravery can only show off their momentum and there is no place to use force. When the shield is raised, the guns are raised in a row, and they are surrounded by you from all directions, constantly compressing the space for movement. No matter how strong your martial arts are, you will have to feel regret on the spot over time.

Dong Erhu soon discovered Peng Datong's purpose, and a flush flashed on his face. He gave up his defense and used the rogue fighting style that fought with his life.

Peng Datong frowned, and fine beads of sweat gradually emerged from his forehead, and the support became more and more difficult.

At this moment, several blood-stained White Lotus Army leaders rushed to Dong Erhu and helped him to force Peng Datong to drive him, "The leader is not good, please withdraw quickly!"

"What's going on?"

Dong Erhu was stunned and couldn't help but stop. He just fought, why was he going to retreat? He looked around and found that at some point, there were black armored soldiers around him, and the sound of fighting was getting weaker and weaker. Where did his people go?

"Teacher Zheng led everyone to throw away their weapons and surrender. Leader, we lost!"

One of the leaders looked sad and angry.

Hearing this, Dong Er's eyes widened, his chest rose and fell a few times, and he vomited blood and fell straight down.

A war of tens of thousands of people ended in such a terrible way. This ending really surprised many people.

After the elite White Lotus Army led by Dong Erhu was defeated, the leaders who had been waiting and watching immediately sent someone to deliver the surrender letter, willing to worship Liu Feng as the main person.

[Command the battle and win a big victory, reward 3 points of victory!]

On the wall of Nancheng, Liu Feng also received a systematic prompt. With these three winning points, the points he accumulated had reached 21 points, and he could make two ten consecutive games.

Looking at the four surrendered envoys kneeling on the ground in front of him, Liu Feng was in a good mood. The harvest of going north this time far exceeded his expectations. He defeated the Wei army and obtained tens of thousands of Northern Wei war horses. Not only did he mention countless supplies, even Qiancheng, a big city that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people living in it, was almost in his hands.

Standing beside the battlements, looking around, under the moonlight, there were dense ancient buildings in front of them, with lights and flags, as well as soldiers and flags in armor, all the way to the distance, extending to the distance, without seeing the boundaries, forming a unique picture scroll.

The country is like a painting, but unfortunately this place is not a place to stay for a long time.

Liu Feng sighed in his heart. It was the spring plowing season now, and Gaohe Prefecture had just survived the drought, and now it has suffered from war chaos. The land is deserted and the people cannot produce it. There will definitely be no harvest this year. Staying here, not to mention that it will be attacked by the Red Feather Army and the Wei Army, logistics supply is a big problem.

"Go back and tell your leader that you can surrender, but the military power must be handed over and accept my reorganization!"

He turned around and said to the four White Lotus Army envoys kneeling on the ground.

Now the most elite troops of the White Lotus Army have been defeated. Although the remaining four leaders have more than 50,000 troops, the number of people who can really fight in it is definitely no more than 20,000, and there is not even 15,000.

This combat power is simply impossible to be an opponent of the Black Armor Army.

The four envoys did not dare to neglect them. They immediately returned to their respective military camps after Nancheng, and then passed Liu Feng's words to the leaders.

The four people responded differently to the request to hand over the military power. Only one person expressed his willingness to accept the reorganization, while the remaining three were hesitant. After all, in this troubled times, military power was the foundation of their establishment. If they handed over it like this, they would inevitably be reluctant to let it go. No one knew whether Liu Feng would wait for them to hand over the military power and kill the donkey.
Chapter completed!