While Lan Qiao and others were fighting against the masters in the West Garden, Feng Yueming's attack on the main entrance of Kong Mansion also encountered unprecedented obstacles.

Although his Langya cavalry had a numerical advantage, the courtyard wall was high and thick, and the courtyard gate was too narrow. Several waves of vanguard troops tried to seize the gate, but they encountered fierce resistance from the army and suffered heavy casualties.

The front square inside the gate was filled with officers and soldiers with high morale. Every Langya Army soldier who risked his life to break into the courtyard would be immediately attacked by several or even a dozen officers and soldiers, not to mention advancing.

It's extremely difficult to even stay where you are. If you don't retreat immediately, you may be chopped into pieces in just a few seconds.

As a regional war involving more troops and fewer troops, if the commander is determined to occupy the enemy's nest, he can use the numerical advantage to carry out a forceful attack. The so-called forceful attack refers to using one's own suppressive forces to gradually seize the pass inch by inch, regardless of sacrifice.

It doesn't matter if the soldiers in the front row fall. The soldiers in the second row will follow immediately, stepping on the corpses of the soldiers in the front row and then rush forward until they also fall. The soldiers in the third row will step on the corpses of the soldiers in the second row and move forward.

.Expand the area of ​​control step by step until the attacker completely seizes control of the pass.

If Feng Yueming insists on doing this, the three hundred people left by Zhang Zhongjie in the front square may not be able to stop him. But the problem is that the consequences of doing so will lead to the death and injury of hundreds or even hundreds of Langya cavalry people. He has always treated Langya like a family member

The warriors of the cavalry, at this moment, how could he make this determination to sacrifice the lives of hundreds of people in exchange for his sister?

According to the pre-specified plan, they were planning to attack the army at the south entrance of Jiangpu Long Street and defeat the enemy without a fight due to their numerical superiority. They traveled thousands of miles south from Qingzhou and did not bring any equipment for siege in order to be light and concealed.

, at this time, facing the Confucius Mansion Courtyard, which was like a small city fortress, Feng Yueming couldn't help but feel sighing when looking at the wall.

The only thing he could do was to take the lead and use his superb martial arts to rush through the door and win space for the soldiers behind him.

Feng Yueming held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and used a set of smooth swordsmanship to knock down seven officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers who were at the bottom were immediately dragged away, and the back-up officers and soldiers immediately came up to block the entry of Langya's army.

The space of the courtyard gate.

The following four Langya Army soldiers immediately occupied the small area that Feng Yueming fought desperately for, and they also immediately encountered a fierce attack from the army.

Feng Yueming gritted his teeth, but could not say a simple word "retreat". If he insisted on attacking the goal, there might be countless casualties, but if he just retreated like this, not only would this elaborate

The planned prisoner robbery came to nothing, and his sister Feng Yeling died.

Facing the swarming officers and soldiers, he almost relied on instinct to slash horizontally and sideways. He could no longer use exquisite sword skills, and every move was just to be direct and effective. On his legs, arms, and shoulders, there were

There were countless cuts and stab wounds on his back from various swords and spears. Even though he had a true energy to protect his body, ordinary swords could only cut to the surface of the skin, but the accumulated injuries were not something that his flesh and blood could withstand.

of.

After taking another five steps forward, Feng Yueming felt dizzy. The ruthless siege by the army gave him no chance to breathe. He only felt an exhausting nausea, staggered, and was immediately stabbed by two more spears.

Came over.

Feng Yueming mustered up his courage, kicked away a spear with his left foot, and swung his sword to deflect another spear. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to go further, he suddenly saw the officers and soldiers in front of him separated like a tide, revealing a huge weapon that was as tall as half a man.

Ballista.

The thigh-thick crossbow arrow shone with cold light. Zhang Zhongjie stepped on the crossbow cart with one foot, looked at him with a ferocious smile and said: "Feng Yueming, how about you try this?"

Feng Yueming finally changed his expression and yelled: "Get out"

Zhang Zhongjie pulled the trigger, and a four-foot-long crossbow bolt shot out with lightning, carrying countless raindrops and shooting toward the courtyard gate.

The Langya Army soldiers outside the door were about to rush in, but they didn't expect that the commander would suddenly order to retreat. The soldiers outside who wanted to enter the door and those inside who wanted to go out were crowded together.

look.

Feng Yueming knew that if he dodged to the side at this time, the soldiers crowded at the door would be killed by crossbow arrows like candied haws of sugarcane. With a roar, he rose into the sky with swords in both hands, and struck the crossbow arrow with one sword.

The force of this crossbow was greater than that of a galloping horse. Feng Yueming was shaken all over and flew backwards, causing several Langya Army soldiers at the entrance of the courtyard to fall to the ground.

The officers and soldiers quickly made up for the few feet of space that Feng Yueming had fought so hard for, and the two sides returned to the confrontation.

Feng Yueming looked at the courtyard gate that was so close yet so far away, with fire in his eyes. He couldn't make up his mind whether to launch another attack or to continue the stalemate.

Time passed by little by little, and an hour had passed. In another hour and a half, the personal guards from the capital might appear at any time.

Feng Zhenyue walked to Aizi leisurely and said calmly: "You should rest for a while and leave the ballista to me."

"It's too difficult." Feng Yueming waved his hand and said, "What if I was sent to my door and besieged by others."

"You underestimate your father too much. I want to see who can stop me." Feng Zhenyue smiled slightly, patted Feng Yueming's shoulder, then moved and disappeared in the rain.

He appeared alone at the door of Confucius' Mansion. Several officers and soldiers guarding the door hurriedly attacked him with swords. Some of them were pushed to the ground by Feng Zhenyue's casual palm wind before they even had time to raise their hands.

Feng Zhenyue's palms were flying, and he was in a deserted place in the front square of the Confucius Mansion. No matter how many officers and soldiers came around, they were all pushed away by his irresistible palm force.

He casually grabbed a spear and swung it with the simplest "Sweep Thousands of Troops" move, immediately mowing down six officers and soldiers. Before the following officers and soldiers had time to fill the gap, Feng Zhenyue had already jumped out, like an unsheathed weapon.

The sharp sword pierces the ballista at the end of the square.

With his current skill, just one palm strike is guaranteed to shatter the ballista into pieces.

There are still two rows of officers and soldiers blocking the road, and the ballistae has already moved forward.

Two officers and soldiers stepped on the pedal of the crossbow with one foot, struggled to tighten the mechanism with a wrench, and installed a brand new steel heavy crossbow on the launcher of the crossbow.

Feng Zhenyue's palms flew flying, and he pressed them on the shoulders of the two soldiers in front of him. At the same time, he rose up, over the heads of the last row of officers and soldiers, and threw directly towards the crossbow.

As long as he touches the ballista, Zhang Zhongjie will completely lose this terrifying murder tool.

A strong wind blew up.

A long whip poked out from the sleeve of a soldier in the last row like a ghost, passed through the vast rain curtain, and curled towards Feng Zhenyue's ankle like a poisonous snake.

Almost in an instant, Feng Zhenyue gave up the idea of ​​destroying the ballista at all costs and dropped the ballista to the ground, then turned around like a whirlwind.

"Liang Mengxing." He realized that this was another carefully designed trap. He first used a ballista to lure him in alone, and then sent the leader of the White Lotus Sect, Liang Mengxing, to kill him, or at least trap him for a long time.

time.

This is a substitution tactic.

Their side has lost Feng Zhenyue, which is undoubtedly a huge loss of combat power. However, Zhang Zhongjie's side has lost Liang Mengxing, but there are still many masters led by Zuo Dao, which are more than enough to deal with Lan Qiao and others.

"Well, Lord Marquis." Liang Mengxing, wearing the armor of an ordinary soldier, said with a smile, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Feng Zhenyue's momentum was not inferior to that of Feng, and he calmly said: "The last time I was defeated by you in Shandong, it was because you had a left sword to help you with your fists. If we were to fight alone, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to defeat me that easily.

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"Really" Liang Mengxing showed a cruel smile, "If you talk about boasting, what if I hand over the throne of being the best in the world to you?"

"You underestimated me, and you also underestimated Murong Ying and Lan Qiao. With them here, let's see how much trouble those brats under you can make." Feng Zhenyue said with a smile.
Chapter completed!