With an anxious and murderous look on his face, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with warmth. Although the Hu Qi who gathered around him were not worth mentioning, Feng Enjiang's performance didn't prove that he was using his performance to win the hearts of his subordinates?
"Drive on..." Fang Bin and others rode their horses to catch up one after another.
Zhu Biao turned his head and swept away, with a smile on his face. There were a lot of ten people on the horse, and no one was even injured. During the charge just now, he had no time to look at the status bar.
In the battle formation, he broke through two groups of barbarians and charged a hundred or so steps away. He was still so complete, which is definitely something to be proud of. Seeing that all the troops and horses were complete, Zhu Biao's last bit of anxiety about the battle formation was also thrown away. Come on.
On the battlefield, you not only need to kill the enemy, but you also need to be able to save the lives of your soldiers, right?
With the system in place, Zhu Biao doesn't have to worry about the combat effectiveness of his soldiers, but he still has to worry about charging too hard and becoming a bachelor after a battle.
But now, with the previous formation as the foundation, not only Zhu Biao was so excited and had no worries at all, but Feng Enjiang and Fang Bin were even more motivated to fight.
"Kill me——"
Throwing away the barrel of the gun and handing the heavy sword to his right hand, Zhu Biao shouted and charged forward again.
The morale value in the status bar accumulates very quickly, filling the fighting spirit gauge almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. As long as the fighting spirit is full, you can immediately activate your skills and tactics again.
A charge requires 5 points of stamina, and a puncture only costs 10 points. Zhu Biao does not need to consider the overall situation now. He only has ten men under his command, and they only have a drop in a thousand on the battlefield. He only needs to lead his men to exert their maximum combat power.
Whether it is charging or piercing, as long as it is needed, as long as the fighting spirit is full and can be aerated, then launch it immediately——
"Dang-dang--" Knocked away the two cut scimitars, Zhu Biao immediately raised the heavy sword in his hand at an angle, and with a little spin, mixed with the momentum of the horse, he smashed down a mace with a bulky head.
Throw it away far away.
But Hu Qi was also left behind by him, so he had no choice but to take advantage of Fang Bin, who was following him, and then easily cut down Hu Qi from his horse with a single blow of his sword.
Zhu Biao really missed the long spear. When the cavalry was charging, short weapons were too weak.
An inch short and an inch dangerous, he has the previous foundation. The Hu Qi who are charging towards him now are never singled out one by one. Instead, they are beaten by a group of three or five scimitars and maces, Zhu Biao's vertical and horizontal sword skills
Neither of them can be used. A martial arts battle is very different from a battle in battle. He was riding fast, and he could only rely on his solid foundation of swordsmanship and the simple and fast "One-word Sword Technique" to deal with the instantaneous battle.
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Three of the five swords are blocking and blocking, and only then will the two swords see the blood.
But even so, the long sword drank blood at an alarming speed. Feng Enjiang, Fang Bin and others who followed him were even more likely to get a few extra lives, as if they were taking advantage.
Zhu Biao's strength was so great. His parry was not so much about blocking, but more about knocking away the scimitars and iron rods that were being slashed and swung away. Aren't Hu Qi without weapons just pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered?
Zhu Tong was also fighting hard. He was stimulated by Zhu Biao's sudden rise, but also out of a follower mentality. He led his cavalry to follow Zhu Biao's old path and bravely collided with him.
Entered Hu Qizhong.
Hu Qi, who had been stabbed by Zhu Biao first, suffered a second heavy blow in an instant. The small group, which was already in disarray, was almost completely destroyed.
Zhu Tong stabbed one person to death with his sharp spear, but because he was a little too nervous for the first time in the battle, he used too much force. The spear completely penetrated Hulu's chest and was stuck by the bones.
If you are not too nervous, no matter whether you are proficient in marksmanship or not, you only need to raise your arms and shake the tip of the spear that has not entered, and it will come out obediently. But this is really the first time that Zhu Tong goes to the battlefield and kills people for the first time. Seeing that Hu Tong The blood splattered from Qi's chest made him a little confused.
Just for a moment, his nerves took a nap. When the two horses crossed each other, Zhu Tong had no choice but to throw away his spear. A Hu Qi howled and raised a scimitar and struck at Zhu Tong. Zhu Tong reacted quickly and dodged sideways. When the two horses crossed again, , he grabbed Hu Qi’s neck with his hand and lifted him up in the air.
His arms circled around, and he threw the person away with all his strength. He rolled and knocked down the second rider. He pulled out the long sword from his waist, Zhu Tong shouted loudly to encourage himself, and rode towards the oncoming Hu rider. Chop away.
Except for a few who escaped from the Huqi gang of thirty or forty people, the rest were killed in two consecutive heavy blows. However, Zhu Tong, who had received the favor of Zhu Biao once, hit the horse again and hit the second one. When Bohu was riding, he fell into a bitter battle.
Because Zhu Biao's troops were much faster than him, the gap left by the second defeat of the enemy was filled by the re-surge of Hu Qi in this moment.
Wielding his heavy sword, he chopped down the Hu Qi who were coming one after another. Zhu Tong had forgotten in his mind to follow Zhu Biao again, and only had to kill the enemy, kill the enemy...
"puncture--"
"kill--"
After launching the second technique and tactics, Zhu Biao's eleven cavalry pierced the Hu cavalry in front of him like a sharp arrow in half. The rolling Hu cavalry continued to surge in. Under Ji Zou's strict order, the leaders of each tribe, the leaders no longer felt sorry for themselves. The tribesmen had no choice but to rush towards the Han army like a tide.
Having been fighting all morning, they inevitably looked a little tired, but their strength in numbers was their greatest confidence. Moreover, they had to face Han cavalry, and every Hu tribe member was unwilling to lose to the Central Plains human cavalry swords that they regarded as inferior. Down.
"puncture--"
The third time the tactics and techniques were launched, Zhu Biao, who was covered in blood, even the horse he sat on turned bloody. How long had they been fighting?
Half an hour? Or an hour?
Hong Chichi was like a god of death, Zhu Biao and his men, who had been reduced to eight cavalry, roared and split open a group of Hu cavalry again.
There was no crisp golden sound in my ears that could penetrate the entire battlefield, nor was there the sound of the retreat horn that turned from high to low, "woo~woo~woo...". There was only the sound of "dong dong dong..." the war drums that continued to beat.
The drums beat continuously and the charge continues.
The red sword shadow swept across, the two heads were thrown high, and a stream of blood spurted out from the neck.
Without looking at his own victory, Zhu Biao galloped forward, he had just seen Zhu Tong.
The Hu and Han armies have been completely mixed together, at least the Han cavalry is like this. The enemy is outnumbered and the Han cavalry's offensive has been gradually suppressed. Zhu Biao kept leading people to attack, but still could not see any penetration. Hu Qi's hope was that he could no longer find where he was. He could only see the captain's yellow banner that had been fighting on the front line.
Swinging the sword straight out, the leather armor on Huru's body dented sharply inward at the point where it touched the sword. The big man, who had been so lively just now, had his eyes wide open, and he was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.
The strong body flew up like a home run bowling ball, directly sweeping away all the enemies to Zhu Tong's right.
