One hundred and forty-two chapters continue to kill——
"die--"
The iron spear that drinks the enemy's blood is still sharp.
Zhu Biao's eyes were fixed on Che Ya. A saw him as prey, and he saw A as prey. Che Ya came straight towards Zhu Biao, how could Zhu Biao not see it?
——Golden ring! This alone is enough to indicate his identity, not to mention that he is also wearing a set of exquisitely crafted ring-locked armor.
If you can't be a commander of thousands of cavalry, I'm afraid the one who comes is a commander of ten thousand cavalry!
"scold--"
"kill--"
Eight hooves are flying, and two horses are flying like a shuttle.
"when--"
A three-pointed iron fork and a mediocre iron spear, two weapons worth as little as clouds of clay, collided heavily with each other. The sound shook one's eardrums!
Relying on the divine war horse, which is half a head taller than Zhu Biao's mount, he controls the horse with his teeth and legs, and his body is half squatting and floating. When it comes to the confrontation, when he comes down from the top, he directly stabs him with a vicious fork.
The move is a very simple "Yaksha Exploring the Sea", which is powerful and powerful. The turbulent internal energy spurts out, and the force of the cross is extremely powerful.
Zhu Biao, on the other hand, also controlled the horse with two legs, freed his hands to grasp the iron spear, and struck straight out with the "Poisonous Dragon Leaving the Hole" in "Yang Family Marksmanship".
This style is purely about winning with fierceness. It is best used in battles on the battlefield and can directly take the enemy's life.
There was an explosion, and the two horses had already passed each other. As they passed each other, Zhu Biao poked out the head of his spear from his armpit, and stabbed it diagonally downwards - stepping on the tiger at a walking pace, the fierce tiger descended the mountain, and killed the enemy in the stride of the dragon and the tiger.
The three-pointed iron fork of the car's teeth swept across the body, and the rustling sound of wind also broke through the air.
‘Turn over and split the mountain’, absolutely tough, tough and can’t be tougher!
"Dang——" There was another ringing sound of gold and iron that pierced people's ears.
"laugh!"
"Snapped!"
The colliding spears and forks were castrated one after another without stopping.
The tip of the spear directly pierced the hem of the skirt and opened a foot-long gash on Che Ya's thigh. The white oily skin and fat sandwiched the fresh red meat, and the pain made his face tighten.
The three-pointed iron fork scraped Zhu Biao's left chest and ribs, and the fork tip directly broke through the fine scales, leaving three bloody wounds, one deep and two shallow.
Zhu Biao grinned and it hurt.
He hit the horse and continued forward without getting entangled with the car's teeth. After two hard fights, his arms were numb from the shock, and there was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth.
The opponent's strength is definitely better than his own, and his internal strength does not give him the slightest advantage.
Che Ya could not bring it back quickly because Zhu Biao was followed by the fierce cavalry of the Han army, just like his bodyguards who were chasing after him half a step away.
The three-pointed iron fork was swung, and the teeth were like a hot sharp blade cutting into butter. Before the leading Han cavalry could kill them with their spears and swords, their own heads were broken.
The result of the collision between the iron fork and the skull is that the human head is like a large, ripe, thin-skinned watermelon, which will shatter and explode at the slightest touch.
Che Ya directly cut his way out of the Han cavalry formation and rushed out of the battle formation diagonally. Looking back, Zhu Biao was still charging among his own bodyguards.
"Kill, kill, kill—" At this time, Zhu Biao was even killing more freely and with more confidence.
Even the ten thousand cavalry commanders in Hu Qi's camp couldn't pull him off his horse in one glance, so there is no real iron plate in the entire Hu Qi camp. [Behead him in one fell swoop]
A wound under the ribs, the spear shook again and again, the sound of the gun tip sinking into human flesh never ceased, and a puff of blood splattered!
"Xu..."
"Drive, drive, drive..."
"Xilulu...hiss..."
Surrounded by waves of cavalry, groups of cavalry came.
Just when Zhu Biao was fighting hard in the Cheya Guards, and just when the thousands of Han troops were cutting down the Hu riders of Cheya Guards one by one, Hu Jietan's Wanqi had already surrounded them from both wings.
When the cutting parts are combined, a thick surrounding circle is formed.
"Death——" The spear was picked out.
"ah!"
With continuous screams, the two Hu riders flew up from their saddles and landed hard on the Hu riders behind them. There was another series of falling sounds.
Blood spilled from the air, ticking on Zhu Biao's face.
The last few horsemen of the Hulu didn't dare to attack his spear points anymore, so they turned around and ran in both directions.
This is - it broke again!!
But Zhu Biao immediately raised his gun and then looked around in confusion.
During the charge just now, his command value of 59 points allowed him to be keenly aware of any gaps or looseness during the fight.
He just went there desperately to kill and rush there!
But now, surrounded by wild riders, it was like an iron shield was pulled down on his head. Zhu Biao couldn't see any flaw, as if there was a copper wall and an iron wall on the other side.
"kill--"
Duan continued to suffer the chaos! At that moment, Huang Shenggong's voice sounded in his mind. Zhu Biao's eyes narrowed, and he really couldn't hesitate any longer. If he waited until all the Hu Qi from all sides came up...
The Han army with thousands of cavalry would be like a thin-shelled egg, crushed and exploded on the spot by Hu cavalry more than ten times their size!
He made a decision and did not adjust his direction. He just fired his iron spear and once again gathered into a sharp-conical cavalry formation. Following his loud call to kill, he rolled forward again.
The role of this unit is to stay behind and contain Hu Qi, not to win!
Zhu Biao is cruel.
"boom……"
The concentrated standing army of Hu Qi cannot be underestimated. The two armies clashed, and with a loud collision, Zhu Biao's soldiers and horses still cut deeply into Hu Qi's formation like a big axe, but Hu Qi's opponent was the one facing him.
The situation of collapse and dispersion did not occur again. Under the control of the two thousand cavalry commanders, Zhu Biao's entry point Hu Qi was very resilient. Although he couldn't help but fall off his horse, more people couldn't help but get stuck in the congestion.
Arrows were thrown from both wings, and the sound of horse hooves came from behind.
A major drawback of the conical battle formation, a major drawback of the cavalry, is defense!
The weak defenses on the sides and back, whether it is Hujietan or Chaya, are all too aware of it.
When the edge of the cone-shaped battle formation was blocked, and when the cavalry on both sides and back attacked, Zhu Biao was in trouble, and the Han army, which Qianqi had killed so happily in the charge, was in trouble.
The sharp-impacting cone-shaped battle formation had to be disbanded. Amid the surging crowds of men and horses, more than a thousand Han cavalry could only form a circular formation to try their best to resist the attacks from all directions.
Without the bonus of the cone-shaped battle formation, the combat power of the soldiers and horses behind Zhu Biao was a little weaker, and the skills and tactics were not used, so they were weakened by a certain amount [the left curve has insufficient physical strength and can no longer be used]. Only the three curve soldiers and horses were left.
Although the bonuses given to Zhu Biao's A-level troops made them proud of their peers, Hu Qi's numbers, which were more than ten times theirs, were enough to hinder their quality.
Bloody iron spears were flying everywhere, and Hu Qi was knocked off his horse one by one, but they came up again and again.
"Inexhaustible wild dogs!" Zhu Biao continued to kill.
But his eyes were a little blurred, and his arms were getting more and more sore, heavy, and unable to swing. The fatigue level in the status bar, which was approaching the 60 mark, explained everything.
As the sharp edge of the entire army, he spent more energy than all the Han troops.
With guns and sticks raised, three generals riding bronze rings flew in front of Zhu Biao.
