Dozens of Southern Zhou warriors suddenly turned to the right and headed towards the left side of the Tang army.

Zhang Chumao was startled, "Where are we going... to Yang Xuan's place!"

Zhou Zun felt a little cold in his heart. Seeing that the good players here were also trying their best to move to the left, he felt a little relieved.

Zhang Huan said: "Yang Xuan's troops are quite sharp. In this way, if you defeat the opponent's most sharp troops, your morale will be boosted. Bai Xiong is good at planning."

Before a battle, assassinating the opponent's important figures is also a strategy.

Contradiction is relative.

The biggest role of those good players is to protect the coach.

It's a waste of resources when used to rush into battle. If you encounter a wave of crossbow arrows, you will die inexplicably.

"Let's take a look." The King of Yue also looked forward to it curiously.

Those dozens of people moved deftly among the crowd.

The distance is getting closer.

Yang Xuan seemed very calm over there.

Dozens of big men came out carrying iron rods.

Looking at the dozens of skilled players was like looking at a little white rabbit.

"Charge the formation!" Zhang Xu flexed his muscles, "Isn't this what we are best at?"

The Qiu Dragon Guard has strong energy and blood, so it is most suitable for guarding. However, the strong Qi and blood can also be used to charge into the formation.

The man jumped up and struck a sword in the air.

A scream came.

Someone from behind shouted loudly: "Okay!"

The man's name was Zhu Yu, and he was a well-known master in Bianjing. He was ambushed by more than ten masters during a night march, and he killed him with a long sword.

The next day, when people saw the more than ten corpses, they were shocked and gave him a nickname: Sword Immortal.

The Sword Immortal took action, but Zhang Xu resisted.

A stick and a sword.

There was a bang.

Zhang Xu unexpectedly took several steps back.

"That's awesome!" The old thief's hands felt a little itchy.

The generals of the Chinese Army and the Zhou Army all saw this scene.

"It is rumored that Yang Xuan has some good men under his command, and an iron rod is rampant. This time he is so powerful, these good men are indispensable. If these good men can be eliminated today, it can be regarded as eliminating a future trouble." Bai Xiong said.

Someone laughed and said: "He is the governor of Northern Xinjiang. This can be regarded as eliminating future troubles for Northern Liao!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Zhang Huan frowned, "Pay attention to the left wing."

Then he saw a big man standing up.

Zhu Yu jumped up and brandished his sword again, and just hit him with a stick.

Boom!

The long sword was surprisingly tough. It was beaten into twists by a stick and still did not break.

But the owner of the long sword was a little unkind and his face turned pale.

"It's interesting!" Lin Feibao saw that he didn't kill this person with one stick, so he couldn't help but become more interested and hit him again.

Zhu Yuqiang raised his breath, his face turned red, he threw away the twisted long sword and punched.

Bang!

A huge force came from his arm, and Zhu Yu watched helplessly as his arm softened step by step, reaching his shoulders step by step.

Then he flew out.

"Kill!" Zhang Xu roared,

The two sides strangled each other.

Unlike those skilled players who fight alone, the Horned Dragon Guard forms a formation and rushes to kill.

Two or three people form a small formation, charge forward, cover from left to right, or even sneak attack...

At first, the good guys could withstand it, but after a few leaders were beaten to death, a woman screamed: "This is not a monk!"

yes!

Yang Xuan has always had a doubt, are Lin Feibao and the others monks or what?

You say they are monks. Their main task is to protect. Even if they are fighting, they are more likely to use their powerful blood and body to attack their opponents.

Like what?

Yang Xuan thought for a while.

"Rikishi!"

A strong man has infinite strength. No matter what is in front of him, he can just use his body to sweep it.

And what is Tu Shang?

Tu Shang is a real queen of generals.

After doing some calculations, Yang Xuan did not have a single monk under his command.

"I'm so poor!"

Following Yang Xuan's reserved words, those good players collapsed.

Dozens of experts who were coming for reinforcements were also stunned.

"This, we are no longer needed?"

Zhang Huan was also quite surprised, "Zhou Changshi, what are the backgrounds of those big men around your son-in-law?"

Zhou Zun didn't know either, "It is said that they are a group of pot-bellied men. It is difficult for them to have a full meal, and they have to have meat for every meal. There is no shortage of these in Northern Xinjiang, so Zitai feeds them."

Even Zhou Zun didn't believe this.

"The fighter plane has appeared." Zhang Huan's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Order, left wing assault!"

The flag waved.

The defeat of those dozens of skilled soldiers caused the right-wing Zhou army to waver.

"assault!"

Yang Xuan drew his sword.

Zhang Xuhu roared, struggled hard, and his clothes flew away, revealing his majestic upper body.

"assault!"

The Qiu Long Guard rushed forward and got in immediately.

"assault!"

The Tang army on the left wing cheered, and it was like a huge wave, slamming against the Zhou army's array.

Zhang Huan sneered, "Bai Xiong was worried that the morale of his troops would be unsustainable, so he ordered his best soldiers to attack, hoping to catch me off guard. Who would have thought that he would be beaten to death instead. The attack turned into a rout. What are you waiting for for this good opportunity?"

"

"Mr., left wing!"

A general exclaimed.

Zhang Huan slowly looked around and saw that the Yang-character banner on the left wing was advancing towards the Zhou army's camp at an alarming speed.

"The attack is like fire, what a Yang Zitai!"

Zhang Huan laughed, "Bai Xiong just wants to block his right wing at the moment, but how can I give him a chance to send an order for the entire army to attack!"

The flag waved vigorously.

"Your Majesty has given an order, the entire army will attack!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Whenever the flag wavers, it is the last moment.

Either win or lose!

Either life or death!

But every time the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty made their opponents taste the bitter fruit of failure.
To be continued...