Due to excessive blood loss, No. 51 had already become confused. He persisted for so long just for the belief in his heart and for the figure in the distance. From the moment he followed Jia Rong, from the moment he chose Jia Rong, he never
He has no regrets. He originally had nothing and was willing to sacrifice everything he had now for No. 1.
Even if it is not for the mission, he is willing to sacrifice for Jia Rong. Not only him, this is the mainstream thought in the Xiliang army. No general has ever regarded his soldiers as brothers, Jia Rong is an exception.
As soon as he fell to the ground, he was attacked by nearly ten weapons. In the blink of an eye, he was completely changed beyond recognition. The hero's ending was tragic.
The death of No. 51 stimulated several Xiliang Army soldiers around them. Their eyes were red and they started to kill the soldiers who were many times more than their own.
Cheng Yin tore off a strand of cloth from his robe and wrapped it tightly around his injured leg. He looked at these trapped soldiers in surprise. For a moment, Cheng Yin felt that he admired their courage. Putting it on the soldiers behind him, he was afraid that
They turned around and fled long ago. No matter how brave they were, they could not change the situation. In just a moment, seven or eight of the soldiers brought by No. 51 were already dead, and the rest were panting and had wounds all over their bodies.
Bending down to pick up No. 51's sword, Cheng Yin's face showed joy. The sword in his hand had long been cut and bruised, but this sword was still sharp. The general's favorite weapons and war horses were the ones he loved most.
Lone Wolf's weapons are all made of fine iron and belong to the upper class of weapons. It is not too much to call them swords.
Zhang Zhi's previous advantage turned into a struggle for support. No matter how powerful dozens of people were, they could not defeat the three hundred dead soldiers who were not afraid of death. When Jia Rong ordered to move closer to the city gate, he was still fighting tenaciously. Until now
, he already had no fewer than five wounds on his body. Although they were not serious injuries, they were gradually devouring his life. The armor on his shirt was stained with a layer of blood, whether it was from the enemy or himself.
Turning around and taking a look at the figure, Zhang Zhi's eyes suddenly became extremely determined. The sword in his hand had no extra moves. He used every move to hit the enemy's vital points. In a moment of life and death, the body's potential will be stimulated to the greatest extent. Zhang Zhi
As a leader among the lone wolves, Zhi had superb martial arts skills. He had been fighting with the enemy for so long and was already exhausted. However, from the moment he saw Jia Rong continuously organizing soldiers, he found that his body was full of strength.
Zhang Zhi was one of Jia Rong's first followers. After many years, no matter how critical the moment was, he never thought of giving up. When he ran for the lone wolf, he tried his best. For Jia Rong, he would sacrifice everything.
As an orphan, he got too much warmth from Jia Rong, and got something from the robe that he had never had before.
With a death wish, Zhang Zhi only focused on offense and not defense. The lone wolf soldiers were all brave men. Seeing Zhang Zhi's behavior, they all followed suit and suppressed the attack of the dead soldiers for a while.
Their hands holding the weapons were shaking slightly from waving them for a long time, and the casualties of the Xiliang army were gradually increasing.
Jia Rong looked around the battlefield and found that Zhang Zhi was surrounded not far away. Without any extra words, he gave a few instructions to Ula and led dozens of cavalry to kill Zhang Zhi.
The left arm that had just been healed of the wound overflowed with blood again. Jia Rong gritted his teeth and leaned over the horse's back, rising and falling with the bumps of the horse.
The same Xiliang army, led by different generals, has different combat effectiveness. The cavalry led by Jia Rong is like a group of wolves from the grassland, with a sharp offensive. When the enemies along the way see the enemy's bravery, they give way one after another and directly fight for the enemy.
Jia Rong opened a direct path to Zhang Zhi.
When Jia Rong led his army to Zhang Zhi, Zhang Zhi was already exhausted. He mechanically struck one blow after another, regardless of his injuries. The same was true for the soldiers around Zhang Zhi. The cavalry turned into infantry, and they remained the same.
It becomes an obstacle that prevents the enemy from advancing even an inch.
The armor on Zhang Zhi's body was already covered in scars, and there was only a strand of the battle robe left behind him, floating in the wind.
Jia Rong felt his nose was sore and shouted: "Zhang Zhi, mount your horse quickly!"
Zhang Zhi's eyes glowed with light, and his lips trembled a few times, "General!" After saying this, Zhang Zhi's tears unexpectedly flowed down.
Jia Rong led dozens of cavalry to join in, and the attack of the dead soldiers was temporarily suppressed.
Zhang Zhi tried his best to climb onto the horse's back. The horse had been following Zhang Zhi for two years, and they had a deep affection for each other.
Dozens of cavalry fled away, and dozens of dead soldiers who came to pursue were killed by a burst of crossbow arrows. The enemies along the way avoided allowing Jia Rong to lead the cavalry to escape easily. The distance gradually widened. Although the dead soldiers were difficult to deal with, they were
Can't keep up with the cavalry.
Jia Rong led the remaining soldiers to fight and retreat, and fought all the way to the east city gate. Although there were many soldiers in Cheng Qiu's department, they cried out in vain.
"Cheng Yin, you lead the soldiers to the east gate immediately. You must guard it. No one is allowed to open the city gate. If there is any abnormal movement, kill it first and then report it!" Cheng Qiu said coldly.
After Cheng Yin agreed, he gathered his troops and left in a hurry.
The soldiers from Cheng Qiu's department clung to the soldiers from Jia Rong's department, like chewing gum, they couldn't shake them off.
Fight while retreating, and the speed of retreat is extremely slow.
As long as there is time, the lone wolf soldiers around him will come for a while. There is no need to aim at all. More than fifty crossbows can always take away the lives of thirty or forty enemy soldiers every time. If things go on like this, the enemies who come to pursue them will become more and more different.
He flinched a little. When he saw Jia Rong wielding his sword, he immediately hid behind the camp. The soldiers in the rear obviously didn't want to have close contact with the crossbows, and they hurriedly hid behind them. Real death is not scary, but unknown death is the scariest thing.
The sharp and powerful crossbow arrows broke their thoughts of chasing the enemy.
The distance between the two sides gradually widened, but Cheng Qiu did not have any worries. After guarding the city gate, Jia Rong and his party had no choice but to surrender.
At this moment, a team of about fifty people appeared in the direction of Jia Rong's retreat. They were all wearing long swords and robes. They were not tightly wrapped like soldiers on the battlefield. Looking from a distance, it made people feel a little free and easy.
With just one glance, Jia Rong discovered the extraordinary quality of these people. They were warriors. Fifty warriors might not even be able to make waves on the battlefield, but appearing at the rear of the army at this time would undoubtedly be fatal.
Within a narrow range, a warrior's strength can be brought into full play, and it is not difficult to take the enemy's head.
Without too many words, the two sides immediately fought and their retreat was blocked. The Xiliang army did not panic as the enemy imagined. The thousand soldiers who followed Jia Rong were all elites of the Xiliang army who respected Jia Rong. Compared with this
They have encountered even worse situations.
The attack of warriors takes a completely different route. They pursue individual strength and have no concept of cooperation. In other words, they are better at single combat but not good at group fights.
The erratic tactics of these warriors caught the Xiliang soldiers off guard. Their horses could not collide with each other, and they could easily dodge swords and spears. The weapons in their hands were like spiritual snakes, ethereal but with astonishing power.
As soon as they fought, several soldiers of the Xiliang Army suffered wounds of varying degrees. Most of the wounds were on their legs. The cavalry of the Xiliang Army were all well-armored. Ordinary arrows, swords and guns were not easy to penetrate at all, and the legs were not.
What a tight guard.
An inch long and an inch strong is the situation on the battlefield, and it obviously does not apply to these martial arts masters in front of us.
Jia Rong frowned, and the fifty men on the other side abruptly stopped their retreat.
Jia Rong had already seen the cowering pursuers in the rear, and he led the lone wolf soldiers to the front line silently, "Fire arrows!" Before Jia Rong could finish his words, more than fifty crossbow arrows whizzed towards the warriors.
The sounds of "puff" and "ding" can be heard endlessly. The six senses of warriors are far beyond ordinary people. These crossbow arrows are fatal to ordinary soldiers, but they are not enough to threaten them. Even so, this burst of crossbow arrows still takes away
It killed five warriors, injured seven or eight others, and blocked the warrior's sharp attack.
Jia Rong snorted coldly and looked at the warriors in front of him quietly. The middle-aged man among the warriors attracted Jia Rong's attention. He had a slender figure and was dressed in white clothes without wind. The sword on his waist was larger than that of ordinary people.
Being so tall makes Jia Rong stand out among these warriors.
The middle-aged man seemed to realize something. He suddenly opened his closed eyes and looked coldly at Jia Rong, who was sizing him up.
Jia Rong was not a soft-hearted person. He found the local leader, pointed his sword in the direction of the middle-aged man and ordered: "Fire the arrow!"
When the crossbow arrow was about to hit the middle-aged man, he finally moved. The reason why he finally moved was because the middle-aged man had been looking coldly at Jia Rong and ordered the arrow to be released. He stared at the whizzing arrow with an indifferent expression. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes,
I even suspected that he was a puppet.
A middle-aged person moves, is as still as a bell, and is as agile as a cunning rabbit. Jia Rong found that this idiom is very suitable for middle-aged people.
After the sound of "ping ping ping pong", the middle-aged man still stood in the same place, but a hole was shot through his clothes by a crossbow arrow, but several warriors around him were shot dead.
Jia Rong took a breath of air. This person is a first-class master. How much skill does it take to be able to stand up under such a dense crossbow? Jia Rong was beating a drum in his heart. Jia Rong found that he actually had the idea of retreating without a fight.
, the strength of the two parties is not at the same level at all. With the middle-aged man's hand alone, his own fate is worrying. If he wants to take his own life, wouldn't it be as simple as picking something out of a bag?
This burst of crossbow arrows also angered the middle-aged man, and he struck in the direction of Jia Rong with his sword.
Several cavalrymen stepped forward to meet the middle-aged man. Their ghostly movements caused the cavalry's fierce attacks to land in the empty space. More and more cavalrymen rushed toward the middle-aged man, but they still could not stop the middle-aged man's progress.
, he never retreated, no matter how intensive the attacks were, the middle-aged man could always find a foothold.
Rather than seeing a middle-aged man fighting, it is better to say that he appreciates it. His every move contains a unique charm, giving people a natural feeling.
