Chapter 8: The Greatest (10)

As he spoke, he had already rushed to the hillside. The silver spear, white horse and brocade robe were as fast as a white lightning.

After hearing this, Zheng Ziming immediately turned his mount, gently pinched his legs into the lower abdomen of the Wulong Cat, and took advantage of the mountain and rushed forward like the wind, "As you wish! Zheng's hands are also itchy!"

The two of them had fought more than once, and they all knew each other's weight. Therefore, Gao Huaide did not hide his own personalities, and shouted "Look at the gun". The silver spear that had just been wrapped in felt went straight to Zheng Ziming's lower abdomen.

"Bang!" Zheng Ziming waved his whip sideways and hit the gun, making a huge sound. Gao Huaide's arms were numb because of shock, but he twisted his body without caring, using the silver spear as a long whip, swept across it and "stop".

With this sweep, the human power and horse power were at least 300 kilograms. If Zheng Ziming forced his parry, even if he could block it, his crotch would be injured. Immediately, he leaned his backside without hesitation, and the man's back bone was instantly attached to the war horse's back bone. The steel whip in his hand was like a swallow's tail, and it was obliquely pressed under the neck of the war horse.

Gao Huaide tried too hard and couldn't hold it in time. He could only watch Zheng Ziming's lower abdomen slipping past his gun. Immediately afterwards, he was alert in his heart, and he suddenly leaned forward, swept to the gun bar behind him, and stood up straight.

"Bang!" Zheng Ziming took advantage of the moment of getting up and swung the steel whip backwards, hitting Gao Huaide's gun erected in time, making a crisp sound. Then, two war horses ran like clouds and mist, leaving both sides behind twenty steps behind.

"Okay!" The cheers were like thunder at the school ground. Whether it was the brothers of the Cangzhou Army or the confidants of Chai Rong and Gao Huaide, they all blushed with excitement, and kept stomping their feet.

When the two armies were hedging, the cavalry on both sides usually had only one chance to meet. The first time they could not fight the other side and fell off the horse, they had to hand over the person to their companions behind them. They used the horse-horse to rush towards the second row of cavalry of the enemy. But at this moment, they were on the school ground, so after the meeting ended, both sides had to return the war aloud and fight again. So, Zheng Ziming and Gao Huaide, after running fifty or sixty steps through the inertia of the war horse, turned their heads around.

"Thospit gun, pay attention to your chest!" The two of them rode against each other again, and Gao Huaide took the lead without hesitation. The silver gun wrapped in the felt shook violently, thudding, white smoke came out, and a huge cloud of thick fog was hidden in countless spear heads.

This move was a bit pleasing. The chalky powder deliberately used the characteristics of the splashing around after being subjected to force, so that the other party could not tell the authenticity of the gun's lead. Zheng Ziming looked at it, and was not in a hurry. He held up a steel whip with his left hand and quickly touched him with his right hand. In the midst of lightning, he took out a round shield the size of a washbasin, and with a "double" sound, blocking the thick fog and gun's lead three feet away from his body.

"Ah, you, you're cheating!" The killing skill was actually broken by someone in the stupidest way. Gao Huaide shouted in anger. Zheng Ziming grinned at him, and his shield suddenly dropped out, like a speeding wheel, directly crushing towards his thigh.

"Dang!" Another crisp sound. Gao Huaide, who was protesting angrily, suddenly split an iron mace from under the silver spear. At the last moment, he did not hit Zheng Ziming's chest, but protected him in front of him.

"What a mace in a gun!" Zheng Ziming laughed loudly and waved his whip to attack, and the whip was kept away from Gao Huaide's forehead and chest.

"Your flying shield skills are good!" Gao Huaide held his gun with both hands and his mouth was not idle, so he directly pointed out the other party's rogue methods.

The two of them fought again, and in a blink of an eye, they fought for more than ten rounds. Zheng Ziming used all kinds of methods such as flying axe, flying whip, lasso, etc., but they were just forcing Gao Huaide to a hurry, but they never made a contribution. Gao Huaide used all kinds of tricks such as cold arrows, maces in his gun, and returning horses and rifles, but he did not defeat the enemy as he wished.

"Okay!" "Okay!" "General Zheng is amazing!" "General Gao is mighty!" The cheers were heard again. Everyone was inexplicably excited about the alertness and "crawl" of the two sides.

The people off the field were happy to watch. When the fights on the field were turned back, they all saw sweat on their faces. Especially Zheng Ziming, originally his martial arts were not on the exquisite route, and his riding skills were far inferior to Gao Huaide. He could be equally matched with the opponent in a short period of time. He relied on his brute force, endless strange moves and various clever weapons he had found. When brute force, strange moves and fresh weapons could not work, he became a little anxious and his face was exhausted.

Gao Huaide became more and more braver than the battle, and he wanted to force Zheng Ziming into a desperate situation immediately and abandoned the whip and admit defeat. He was thinking about what kind of skills he should take out when he approached each other next time. He was in the slanting thorn, but someone shouted loudly: "Third brother, go down and rest, second brother, I'm itchy when I see General Gao first! I'll finish the round with General Gao first, and then you will come back and continue to compete with him."

As he spoke, a yellow-fat horse had already rushed into the battle group. He blocked Zheng Ziming and took his master to take Gao Huaide's lower abdomen.

"Good come!" Gao Huaide thrust his spear across and swung the big stick in the man's hand aside. Then, he raised his gun to fight back and protested loudly, "It's really a war brother. Brother Zhao is afraid that your third brother will suffer a loss!"

"He just had a fight with Brother Guo, but you were raising your energy next to you. Even if you win, you will be defeated!" Zhao Kuangyin laughed and gave a quick reason to intervene.

This statement is not entirely arguing. Before Gao Huaide started to invite the battle, Zheng Ziming was indeed competing with Chai Rong. Although the competition between the two at that time was entirely to let Chai Rong relax and forget the pain of his innocent wife and children being killed. However, Chai Rong's martial arts also reached the top level, and it was impossible for him to take down him without any effort.

Thinking of this period, Gao Huaide had no intention of protesting against Zhao Kuangyin's "strike" against each other again. He shook his spirit and fought with the other party. In terms of martial arts, he was much better than the other party. However, Zhao Kuangyin was a bird of a feather with his brother Zheng Ziming. Every move was amazingly strong. He had a few strange moves when he was at a disadvantage. From time to time, he threw out some inequality weapons, such as darts, lassoes, and forks, making Gao Huaide unpreparable.

In a blink of an eye, the two fought for more than 30 rounds. Zhao Kuangyin gradually fell into a disadvantage, but his physical strength was still sufficient. Gao Huaide accounted for 60% of the winning numbers, but he was so tired that he was out of breath and his arms were sore. If he continued to fight, who would win or lose, it would still be unpredictable.

Just as Gao Huaide was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, Chai Rong's open voice came from behind him, "General Gao, let's take a break and let me play a few tricks with my second brother. We brothers have had many days to discuss, and today it's just a matter of relief."

"Thank you, Brother Guo!" Gao Huaide turned his head, looked at Chai Rong with gratitude, and quickly took advantage of the steps to withdraw from the circle.

Chai Rong smiled knowingly at Zhao Kuangyin, waved his rifle, and wanted to be at odds with his good brothers. At this moment, a low horn suddenly came. "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"No, the general is the general!" The two exclaimed in unison, turned their horses without hesitation, and headed straight for the central army camp.

"The commander is the general, and there is an emergency military situation!" Zheng Ziming and Gao Huaide immediately lost the intention of competing for the next level. They looked at each other and rode their horses to catch up with each other.

Behind the ponytail, only four rays of smoke and dust were left, and an empty hillside.
Chapter completed!