Updated: 2013-04-03

Cheng Qiu's eyes flashed with surprise, and his face still had a calm expression. No matter how powerful a person is, he was exhausted, but he had two thousand men. With a wave of his hand, the deputy general immediately led 300 soldiers to the battlefield and rushed straight towards the cavalry led by Zhang Zhi.

Cheng Qiu is a master of Liangzhou, with a high position and a powerful position. He is not sure what the people staring at this position can stand out from many people and stand firmly. He must have inhuman means. Otherwise, why did he stand in Liangzhou politics? Zhang Zhi led the cavalry and did not scare Cheng Qiu. If he was afraid of such a little, he would not have to mess around.

The three hundred soldiers led by the deputy general are Cheng Qiu's iron supporters, that is, the dead soldier in the eyes of the world. For Cheng Qiu, these people can sacrifice their lives without hesitation. It is Cheng Qiu who gave them hope and gave them food and clothing. The ideas they have been instilled over the years are also for Cheng Qiu's sake, and the people who resisted have long died.

The passage of time has erased their concept of life and death, and survived only for Cheng Qiu. In other words, they are no longer their own.

These dead soldiers may not have the strength of being superior to others and have no tacit cooperation in battle formations, but their loyalty is beyond doubt. The offensive posture is completely a desperate fight.

This kind of fighting style that spared no effort to block the attack of the cavalry with blood. The offensive was stagnant. Often, a soldier in Xiliang army killed an enemy, but attracted several enemies to be brave and fearless. They were like wooden men who were ignorant of pain, and they chose to use their bodies to collide with the running war horse. The death of their companions could not see any surprise in their eyes, as if they were just looking at something that was not related to themselves, and the soldiers who were knocked away by the war horse could not cause any ripples.

There are a total of eighteen people in the offensive team where Zhang Zhi is, eight of which are Lone Wolf Special Forces, with excellent weapons and brave combat, and their equestrian skills are even more excellent. They have extremely tacit cooperation with each other. All the enemies they meet along the way are heads, which are simply meat grinders on the battlefield. Even so, they cannot do anything to the enemy in front of them.

The enemy's desperate fighting style finally stopped the attack of the cavalry led by Zhang Zhi. The wounds on the war horses became more and more, and the benefits of the war horses were lost. Zhang Zhi gave the order, and more than a dozen people dismounted. Even in infantry battles, the Xiliang Army was not afraid of anyone. The narrow battlefield made Zhang Zhi's disadvantage in the number of people unable to be reflected at all.

No. 51 led his soldiers to block Cheng Yin and soon fought with Cheng Yin. Cheng Yin was brave and No. 51 was not afraid of it. Whether it was the beginning of the horse battle or the subsequent infantry battle, the Lone Wolf Soldier was not a flaw. The two of them fought back and forth, and they fought evenly for a moment.

People are wrong and horses are stumbled, and the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. If you are not careful, you will be suspected of falling. No. 51 just avoided Cheng Yin's attack. Just now the old power had just left the new power, a shadow of the gun stabbed him, and the spear stabbed No. 51's shoulder hole. Cheng Yin seized the opportunity and took advantage of the situation. Where the blade passed, the skin was blooming and the flesh was blooming, and blood was like a spring.

With No. 51's patience, he couldn't help but roared, and made an inhuman cry, which attracted the attention of the soldiers around him.

Cheng Yin shouted, "Okay!" He was not ashamed of the soldiers' sneak attacks at all. He coincided with Professor Jia Rong's tactics.

The soldiers in the ball team were not Xiliang Army. Cheng Yin's approach would only attract more contempt from soldiers. On the battlefield, the generals of both sides fought, which was extremely sacred to the soldiers.

He held up the sword with his right hand and waved it hard. The enemy soldier who was sneaking into the attack was beheaded directly. His head fell to the ground with a grunt. The soldier still maintained his standing posture just now. The blood in his body suddenly found a breakthrough and sprinkled along his neck into the sky. A bloody firework was really staged. No. 51 was also sprayed with blood splattered all over his body and face.

At this time, No. 51 was like a demon from hell, with a very ferocious look due to the trauma on his body. The sword in his right hand kept dripping blood, emitting a human-loving light.

The affected enemy soldiers around him couldn't help but take a step back, and looked at No. 51 with fear and incredible eyes. As Cheng Yin's direct soldiers, they could be called the elite soldiers in the entire team. They have experienced more than once in the battlefield. They have seen too many deaths in robes and too many enemies being killed. In the long run, they have gradually become numb to killing people. Such bloody killing methods have provoked the string deep in their hearts. Yes, they are fear.

The timid soldiers kept drilling into dense areas of robes, as if only that would make them feel safe, and the weapons in their hands were more like fire sticks.

In contrast, the morale of the Western Liang army has become even higher. They have seen too many bloody techniques, but this can arouse the belligerent cells in the body, especially the Qiang soldiers, who yell at the enemy. The Qiang people admire the strongest people the most, and only the strong can make them boil.

No. 51 licked the blood on his lips, and despite the injuries on his body, he swung his sword and rushed towards Cheng Yin again. He staggered but did not lose the fierceness of the offensive. The sharp sword was even more like a knife, which made Cheng Yin only have the ability to resist for a moment. The main general was suppressed, and the soldiers under Cheng Yin were defeated step by step, losing their sharpness just now.

The battlefield was cruel and ruthless. When people were exhausted, the soldiers of the Xiliang Army were already trapped after continuous battles. A soldier of the Xiliang Army was stabbed by the enemy's spear, but he tightly grasped the enemy's weapons, creating opportunities for the robes behind him. The war had reached a level of intense heat, and the soldiers on both sides were also red in their eyes.

After eating in the same pot for a long time, there is no love between each other. They are all big men, so why are they not angry at all? No one wants to admit that they are cowards.

Many heroic figures emerged on the ruthless battlefield. The soldiers' counterattack before their death, the roar of robe, the galloping momentum of war horses, and the sound of ping-pong sounds of weapons intersecting, forming a unique symphony that resounded over Wuwei City.

Looking at the tragic situation of the soldiers under his command when they died, Jia Rong carefully put away his compassion. On the battlefield, he could not forget his identity. If the commander of the first army panicked because of the death of a soldier or a general, where should the soldiers under his command go? No matter when, he would not change his face.

At this time, Jia Rong was a flag in the army, pointing out the direction for the soldiers.

No. 51 died. When he was dying, his counterattack made Cheng Yin lose his color. A ferocious wound was scratched on his leg, which was shocking. Cheng Yin really didn't expect that he would fall to the ground alone and launch another attack when the oil was exhausted. The smile on No. 51's face when he was dying made Cheng Yin even more shocked. Facing death with a smile, what kind of soldier was there in front of him.

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