Zhang Zhongjie wore a silver helmet and looked like a handsome young man from a distance. With a carefree smile on his face, he calmly walked to the city gate and said, "Sister Ling, long time no see."

"Who is your sister?" Feng Yeling's eyes widened angrily, glaring at him and said: "If you have the guts, come up and fight with my aunt!"

"What a pity." Zhang Zhongjie didn't seem to hear Feng Yeling's answer, he shook his head and said with a smile: "You are so strong now, and you would rather die than surrender, where is your good husband?"

"It's none of your business!" Feng Yeling yelled angrily, but did not let up his grip. The Lingge halberd struck a Confederate soldier in the calf, breaking the man's leg bone and causing him to fall to the ground screaming.

Zhang Zhongjie still looked calm and leisurely, and said leisurely: "We are fighting to death here, but your husband may be lingering with other women in the warm tent. Sister Ling, I really feel sorry for you."

"Are you talking about Hua Yuxi?" Feng Yeling swept away the person in front of him again and said lightly, "I know this, and I asked him to go. After all, there is an opportunity for Sister Bai Laohua Dayao. If you don't miss it, you will be thrifty.

It’s time to take care of the house.”

Zhang Zhongjie said in shock: "Aren't you jealous?"

"As long as my husband is happy, I won't stop him from killing people and setting fires." Feng Yeling sneered, "It's you, Mr. Zhang. I heard that you are also pursuing Sister Huayao, and you made a fuss that no one in the army knew about. But why did she

I would rather serve my husband without a title than marry you as my wife? You’d better think about it carefully."

What she said struck a chord with Zhang Zhongjie. Instead, Zhang Zhongjie blushed with embarrassment and was speechless for a moment.

Many soldiers in the Southern Army knew about Zhang Zhongjie and Hua Yuxi. After listening to Feng Yeling's words, some of them even couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing an opportunity, Feng Yueming stepped forward with his sword raised, and the two sides fought to the same point again.

Feng Yeling still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Although she spoke openly, she actually wanted to overwhelm Zhang Zhongjie in terms of momentum. However, when she really thought about Zhang Zhongjie's words, she could not help but secretly feel an unspeakable sadness.

Husband, where are you right now?

After all, she was no longer the pretentious young lady she had been before. When the Thirteen Stunts of a Prairie Fire were used again, she soon forgot about this trivial matter and devoted herself wholeheartedly to the fierce battle in front of her.

Lingge's halberd flew up and down, making a whirring sound as it broke through the air. At first, when many Confederate soldiers saw that Feng Yeling was a woman, they took her side as the main attack direction, until batch after batch of Confederate soldiers

After falling under the Lingge Halberd, he realized that this young lady from the Hou Mansion was not someone to be trifled with.

Since Feng Yeling attracted most of the enemy's attention, the pressure on Yunhe's side was relieved. Zhang Zhongjie was keenly aware of this situation, and immediately opened his arms and pounced on Yunhe like an eagle's claws.

Yun He only felt a few qi threads wrapping around his limbs like snakes, and then he saw Zhang Zhongjie rising into the sky, his palms pressing directly on the top of his head. He wanted to dodge but couldn't move.

Fortunately, Feng Yueming arrived in time and cut off the air threads with his long sword, allowing Yunhe to evacuate safely.

Zhang Zhongjie said disdainfully: "Can a mantis arm block a car?" He simply gave up on Yunhe, and kept switching between fists, palms, claws, and fingers with his hands, attacking Feng Yueming like a storm.

Feng Yueming was originally a genius of the generation, but Zhang Zhongjie had the help of the Four Symbols Wuji Kung Fu, and his skills were even better than Feng Yueming's, and he soon overwhelmed Feng Yueming.

Even though his swordsmanship is exquisite, he can only parry but not fight back.

Feng Yeling felt anxious when he saw it. He took the initiative to take a step forward and used the move "Thousands of Miles with the Wind". The Lingge Halberd drew a shining semicircle and knocked down all six Confederate soldiers around him, freeing up a large area of ​​his body.

space in front.

She did this to attack Zhang Zhongjie from the side and form a double flank with Feng Yueming. Unexpectedly, as soon as she took action, she felt a heavy object catch the head of her halberd.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a rusty scythe.

The sickle was held by a person in strange clothes. This person was wearing a purple-black robe and a jade crown worn by ancient emperors. He hid a sinister face under the jade crown.

After wearing the bone ornaments, he not only looked out of place with the surrounding spearmen, but also looked like the resurrected Qin Shi Huang crawling out of the imperial mausoleum.

Feng Yeling felt a chill run down his spine and shouted, "Who are you?"

"I am Qin Zheng." The man spoke in a high-pitched and thin voice, eunuch-like which made people feel extremely uncomfortable. "One of the four elephant envoys under Marshal Zhang is 'Netherworld'."

Feng Yeling had heard Lan Qiao talk about Zhang Zhongjie and his Four Elephant Envoys, including Fan Qingteng, another Four Elephant Envoy he had met in the capital. He did not expect that he would also meet one here.

"It doesn't matter whether you are Netherworld or Darkness, take my halberd first." She raised the jade dragon to the sky, and the halberd head suddenly shot up and picked Qin Zheng's chin. Unexpectedly, Qin Zheng's robe sleeves did not move, and his upper body seemed to be floating off the ground.

He flew back stiffly, and at the same time, the long-handled sickle carried the strong wind and swept towards Feng Yeling's feet.

Feng Yeling was startled and jumped away to avoid the sickle. When he wanted to look for Qin Zheng again, he was already surrounded by soldiers from the Southern Army who came up again.

Zhang Zhongjie laughed loudly: "Whoever has the ability to catch this bad-tempered little girl, I will reward her to him."

Seeing that their eldest lady was surrounded by enemies, the Langya Army soldiers immediately launched a wave of attacks, trying to break open a gap in the encirclement.

However, the spearmen who have practiced the Four Symbols Wuji Kung Fu are all strong and strong, and every shot they fire is full of real strength. It is not easy to barely hold the city gate, let alone rush to the outside to rescue Feng Yeling.

"Leave me alone!" Feng Yeling shouted loudly to stop the Langya Army soldiers who were trying desperately to rescue her. At the same time, she secretly regretted that she had been too aggressive, thinking that now she was surrounded by these Southern Army soldiers whose combat power far exceeded ordinary people, she wanted to escape again.

It was extremely difficult. In order to avoid being captured and humiliated after exhaustion, she had to find an opportunity to commit suicide.

Feng Yueming and her looked at each other in the crowd, and instantly understood what her sister was thinking, and said hurriedly: "Wait a little longer, our hope will be here soon. Look at what's over there at the bottom of the mountain..."

He was afraid that Feng Yeling would commit suicide, so he pointed down the mountain casually, but he actually saw a team approaching like a black cloud, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves echoed through the sky from the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain.

"It's King Yan's reinforcements that have arrived!" Feng Yueming's voice was hoarse, and her cheeks turned red due to excessive excitement.

The mountain city was filled with joy. Seeing hope, the soldiers of the Langya Army worked bravely to rescue Feng Yeling from the siege of the Spear Team.

When the gong sounded, it turned out that Sheng Yong ordered Zhang Zhongjie to suspend the attack on the city and urgently called his troops back to their own formation.

"You're lucky." Zhang Zhongjie said harshly and reluctantly ordered the soldiers to retreat steadily.

Feng Yeling cried with joy and hugged Feng Yueming tightly. Xia Shuang also ran over excitedly and worriedly, holding Feng Yeling's hand and shaking it.

"Look, my uncle is there! He has not sorry for the young lady!" Xia Shuangyao pointed at Lan Qiao, who was like a small black dot under Zhu Dishuai's banner. It seemed that he had forgotten that when Lan Qiao first arrived at the Hou Mansion, she was still difficult for her.

most.

"As for your sharp eyes, do you think that by marrying him with me, you will have the opportunity to serve him in the future?" Feng Yeling smiled and pinched Xia Shuang's cheek, which made the latter so embarrassed that he quickly ran away and hid in the crowd.

Dare to come out.

Zhu Di's 130,000-strong army climbed up the gentle slope on the north side of the mountain city like a rising tide, and faced Sheng Yongchen's five-pronged army on the gentle slope on the east side two arrows apart.

The Yan army was mostly cavalry, and the distance between them was relatively large. The space occupied by their formation was even wider than that of Sheng Yong's 220,000-strong army, and their momentum was not weaker than that of their opponent.

Sheng Yong looked at Zhu Di's formation with deep eyes. Although he tried his best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, he actually knew that he was suffering.

Although he has more troops than his opponents, he still has three disadvantages, any one of which may cause him to be defeated.

Earlier, a spy came quickly to report that Zhu Di had bypassed Magu Mountain and made a sneak attack on the Jiyang camp. At that time, he was shocked in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, and asked the spies to go back and investigate again.

In order to maintain the morale of the army, he did not tell anyone the news, but launched a fierce attack on the mountain city in an attempt to capture the mountain city before Zhu Di's reinforcements arrived.

However, facing the stubborn resistance of the Langya Army and the Feng family brothers and sisters, just as Zhang Zhongjie's spear squad was about to break through the city gate, Zhu Di's army arrived faster than he imagined, as if led by an acquaintance.

Now the Jiyang camp has fallen, the food and supplies have been burned, the mountain city has been unable to be captured for a long time, and the soldiers are impatient.

You cannot delay, because the army has lost its backup, and delaying it will only make you more passive.

He couldn't retreat either. At this moment, he had the superior force. Retreating without any reason would not only give Zhu Di the opportunity to pursue and kill Zhu Di's cavalry, but would also cause him to lose his prestige in the army.

Excluding procrastination and retreat, the only option left is war.

If we fight, our current efforts are in vain and our morale is weaker than that of the Yan army. If we want to gain an advantage in the decisive battle, we must first overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.

Sheng Yong smiled slightly and thought of the most effective way to suppress the opponent's momentum.

That is to initiate a one-on-one challenge.

When it comes to fighting alone, when Leng Han was injured, he was confident that no one in the Yan army could be his opponent. Even if Zhu Di refused his request for a duel, he would be considered cowardly by the soldiers and his morale would be depressed.

"Sheng Yong is here, who dares to fight me alone?" Thinking of this, he suddenly rode out from the crowd, holding a spear and pointing at Zhu Di under the king's banner, "Maybe you can just be a tortoise."

The Confederate soldiers laughed heartily.

Zhu Di unsheathed his sword, patted his horse and wanted to step forward, but was persuaded by Lan Feng: "I know that the king is superb in martial arts and is not afraid of the mighty. It's just that the sword has no eyes, and the king has a body of thousands of gold, so he can't easily take risks."

Lan Qiao also said: "Without Sheng Yong, the Southern Army can choose another general. If the king has three strengths and two weaknesses, what will happen to the people?"

Zhu Di suppressed his anger and said: "He is clearly provoking me. If I am afraid of him, I will lose momentum first."

"Let me meet him." Lan Qiao smiled, suddenly pulled out the light sword, threw the scabbard to Lan Feng, then kicked the horse in the belly and quickly came to the front of the formation, facing directly the supreme commander of the 300,000-strong Southern Army.

The iron-faced general Sheng Yong.

"Look, miss, are they going to fight each other?" Xia Shuang couldn't help but run back to Feng Yeling, pointing to the open tunnel in front of the two armies, "Will my uncle be okay?"

"No, no, his new martial arts is amazing." Feng Yeling stroked Xia Shuang's hair and stared at the two people who were about to start a duel at the foot of the mountain without blinking, although she said comforting words

Looking at Xia Shuang, her heart was even more uneasy than hers.

Lan Qiao sat on the horse, his back straight, his cloak fluttering in the mountain wind, and he looked tall and straight.

Sheng Yong was about fifty steps away from him, and the midday sun reflected a bright black light on his iron mask.

The one-on-one duel between generals in front of the battle is different from the duel between rivers and lakes. Under the gaze of thousands of troops, the two sides ride on horseback and occupy one side. When the drum sounds, they rush towards each other. At the moment when the two horses pass each other, they exchange a move.

one round.

If there is no winner, the two will be separated by the war horses. Then the two sides will turn their horses' heads and return to the confrontation. When the second drum sounds, they will attack each other again.

The biggest difference between it and Jianghu duel is that the move must be completed at the moment when the two horses cross each other, and the attack cannot be launched continuously. Therefore, compared with the complicated and exquisite swordsmanship, simple and crude long weapons are often more advantageous, and they not only increase the number of moves.

The attack range of the long weapon is also better than that of the short weapon in terms of momentum and strength. Since the two horses are staggered after the fight, the long weapon's shortcoming of slow recovery of the long weapon's move with the old closing move no longer exists. He is the best general in the world.

They often wear long weapons such as broadswords, heavy halberds, or spears and spears.

Sheng Yong held a spear and stared at Lan Qiao with electric eyes. Lan Qiao held a flowing light sword, but he looked casual and relaxed, as if he had lost the guessing game during a drunken performance at a friend's family banquet, rather than having anything to do with it.

A duel in front of the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of troops were victorious.
To be continued...