Five hundred and ninetieth chapters are like two different armies
Zhang He, who was in the middle of the fight, was shocked when he heard this.
What's going on? He didn't reveal his defeat, so why did he win gold after the formation? But the military orders were overwhelming, and no matter how confused he was, he immediately jumped out of the battle ring.
The commanders of the middle camp behind Zhu Biao, as well as Chen An, Wu Boniu, and Zhang Fuyang not far away, all stretched their heads to look at Zhu Biao. Together with the officers and soldiers in the entire army, they all looked at Zhu Biao with full eyes.
I don’t understand.
"Ang... Xilulu..." The man on the black war horse stood up. Zhu Biao pulled the reins, and the war horse sped away like a black lightning.
"Scoff——" The spear passed through the space. Zhu Biao personally took action to replace Zhang He.
The same two-foot-long spear, the same spear cluster with red tassels, they are all so identical.
But the difference is that the Prince's Lieutenant Li, who was busy for most of an hour, did not take a sip of Zhang He's "blood food". Zhu Biao's spear devoured a life in one shot.
When the gun fell, the blood-stained tip glowed red in the sun.
"Ah..." The soldiers of both armies exclaimed. Three steps away from the war horse, a corpse with its chest and back broken fell to the ground. The sun's rays shone on Zhu Biao's body, inlaid with a circle of silver on the armor.
of brilliance.
"Who else is dissatisfied? Come out and die!"
Gently pulling on the reins, the horse circled on the spot. Zhu Biao pointed his spear at the prince's army and shouted loudly.
Those who are not convinced will come out. Come and kill one, come two and kill a pair. Let's finish this mess as soon as possible and start the fight early. If nothing happens, we won't delay entering the Prince's Barracks for lunch at noon.
Zhang He was in Zhu Biao's original position, staring at this incredible thing with his mouth agape. He could no longer hold the ax in his hand.
He had heard that Zhu Biao was powerful in martial arts, but subconsciously he despised the small country of the Northern Han Dynasty. He felt that Zhu Biao was not that great even if he was great.
Who would have thought that the Prince's Lieutenant, who had fought with him for more than a hundred times, could not even get away from Zhu Biao once he met him. Yes, the Prince's Lieutenant named Li had fought a battle before him, but this was absolutely impossible.
Not a reason.
Huang Guan looked at Zhu Biao who was shouting with a livid face. He wanted to raise the sword in his hand and attack him, but Captain Li's death frightened him, really frightened him. He could kill him with one move. He didn't dare, didn't dare
Take that step to seek death.
Because his own force is better than that of the captain surnamed Li.
"Kill me -" The sword was finally swung. But instead of challenging Zhu Biao, Huang Guan commanded the entire army to kill him. This was the only magic weapon for overcoming the defeated in the ten thousand-year war in the Central Plains.
Zhu Biao smiled slightly and finally waited, "It should have been like this a long time ago!"
Turning over, they hit their horses and ran back to their own army. A red flag was raised, and the war drums were rumbling. Twenty-three thousand troops, all wearing the same purple military robes, and only wearing a yellow scarf, walked slowly and neatly.
Press on the Prince's Army.
Zhu Biao's killing of the enemy with one shot really boosted his morale. The fighting spirit that was originally aroused because of Zhang He's aggressive fight with the enemy general was now even more intense.
……80,81,82……85.
The morale value has risen to another level. With such a morale value, the attitude of this Song army can already withstand a tragic decisive battle.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The arrows flew quickly and the crossbow bolts shot hard. They were like two swarms of locusts flying towards each other, crossing each other and leaking into the military formations of the two sides.
The shield wall is densely covered, whether it is a large shield or a small shield, covering an ox or wrapped in iron. Each face is covered with rapidly falling feather arrows.
However, arrows and crossbows have an "end" after all. When the crossbowmen and archers on both sides withdrew from the battle front, the 10,000 Prince's Army used them in front of Zhu Biao's army like a tide.
The Song army had more soldiers, but the Prince's army had fewer soldiers. Therefore, Zhu Biao dared to set up a three-talent formation in a grand manner, with soldiers on the left and right flanks. Huang Guan, although he believed that his army was more elite than the Song army, he did not dare to divide it into three.
On the way to meet the enemy, he only mobilized about 2,000 troops to guard, and the main force attacked Zhu Biao's army with all his strength.
The fighting general was completely defeated. Huang Guan knew that this defeat would definitely shake his morale. At this time, it would be a joke to try to defeat the enemy's entire army. However, Huang Guan could only win this battle by defeating the Song army's central army.
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"boom--"
The soldiers on both sides collided hard. On the line where the soldiers intersected, hundreds of corpses fell down in an instant, with blood splattering everywhere.
"Drink -" Qi Pinghai shouted loudly, with a strong fire burning in his heart. In the collision just now, his sword and shield soldier actually pushed the opponent's heavy shield soldier down. And the opponent's attack
He lay down, but there was no chance of getting up again.
My own feet, the feet of my comrades behind me, and the feet of the other enemy stepped on that person for an unknown amount of time. At first I could still feel the soles of my feet twitching, but now they were just a puddle of mud.
Qi Pinghai felt that he was in particularly good condition today. After knocking down the heavy shield soldier of the Prince's Army, he also killed two spearmen. This was his first time to kill someone. Blood spattered in front of his eyes, and a wave of violence erupted from his eyes.
Fermenting in my heart.
"die--"
A big knife struck his head from the opposite side. Qi Pinghai gathered his energy instantly. This was his fourth target today.
"Perhaps I am the one on the battlefield!" Qi Pinghai thinks this way. This is because he is not in the same state and strength as he is on the training ground. Compared with his previous performance, he is simply two people on a different level.
Is it the blood that excites me? Is it the fighting that excites me?
"Dang——" The big knife struck the card in his hand. At this moment, Qi Pinghai could no longer think about anything. He held the big knife with the card in one arm, raised it up, kneaded his body and pounced in. The sharp machete stabbed the prince's sword soldier in the abdomen.
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"Pfft..." Blood splattered everywhere.
Qi Pinghai turned his head and glared back angrily, letting this kid take advantage again.
Looking at the fallen swordsman, blood was pouring from a bullet hole as thick as an arm on his waist and abdomen.
"Kill -" A row of spear soldiers passed through the empty column beside them, their long red tasseled spears were like pushers, and all the prince soldiers in front of them were pushed to the ground.
"Dong dong..." Three broadswords struck the shield. Qi Pinghai felt his left arm sinking unbearably. This was the first time he encountered such a situation on the battlefield today. He was attacked by three enemy soldiers.
Attacked together. Then, the moves that had been drilled into the bones on the school field were used reflexively.
Bend forward, hold the cards on your chest and back, shrink down and roll over, holding the knife wheel in your right hand and making a sweeping sweep.
"Kill him..." Amidst the screams of the swordsmen, the Prince's Army soldiers who followed one after another, their eyes red and shining, were about to stab the ground with their weapons.
Several spears arrived at the right time, and puff, puff, the Song army's spearmen exploded with strength, directly pushing the corpses of the enemy soldiers in front of them far away.
Only one spear pierced Qi Pinghai's thigh, but it was blocked by the iron armor. The tip of the spear actually slipped into the ground. This was too low for a spearman.
"What's going on? How could this happen?" Huang Guan looked at everything in disbelief. Could it be that the King of Song had 'faked' and deceived his own side about how powerful his soldiers were?
"Kill, kill! Kill them for me -"
No, Huang Guan couldn't accept it. He rushed in front of the battle with his sword held high. He wanted to cut all the Song troops in two. He wanted to show the Song army's inability to fight -
"Pfft--" the sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh.
The two Song soldiers facing Huang Guan were cut down and killed on the ground.
"Die! Die for me—"
His angry eyes were like splitting. The big sword in Huang Guan's hand formed a round shape, like an angry dragon rolling in the clouds, streaking straight through the air with a cold light, drinking the blood of a Song army soldier.
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A Song Army military leader was bumped into. The military leader was not afraid, stood upright, roared like a tiger, and raised a big sword like the one in his hand to greet him.
"when!"
The clear sound of gold and iron chiming was deafening. Huang Guan's own strength was better than that of the Song army. Another violent blow with horse power, how could a low-ranking officer of the Song army be able to resist it. That army
The big knife in Hou's hand was immediately knocked out, and his hands burst into pieces. Naturally, he could not withstand such a violent impact, and his hands were stained with blood.
The sword in Huang Guan's hand was not seen. The remaining force was still strong, and a cold light missed the neck of the military lord. Hot blood splashed out, and the head was thrown up.
"Uh-"
Piercing screams came from the ground from time to time, and Huang Guan knew without having to lower his head that it must be some unlucky guy who was trampled under the hooves of his crotch mount, and the sound of broken bones clearly reached his eardrums.
"Roar——"
"Yeah--"
A hoarse roar came from the front, and a spear was seen sticking out like a poisonous snake, wrapping directly around the chest of the war horse, while another man leaned over and swung a knife, and the cold blade cut straight towards the galloping horse's hooves.
They were two strong soldiers from the Song Dynasty, with ferocious faces, the muscles on their faces were extremely distorted, and their eyes were shining with the flames of passionate revenge.
Don't be afraid of Paoze's death, only be angry about Paoze's death.
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty, who had been fighting so far and the fighting was going so smoothly, now actually despised the prince's army mentally and regarded them as weak.
Therefore, the death of the 'strong' at the hands of the 'weak' made the Song soldiers so angry.
This is a character that should only be possessed by elite soldiers. The current Song soldiers are far from being truly elite soldiers, but in this battle, they themselves and the soldiers of the Prince's Army frequently succeeded in fighting, but they condensed mountains and seas of battle.
The meaning burns in the blood of every Song Army soldier like a raging fire——
"Bah!"
Huang Guan was furious. Two mere pawns wanted to kill him. They were really looking for death!
With an angry shout, he swung the sword with his right hand and flicked it. The cold light of the sword went straight into the back of Song Bing who was leaning over to chop the horse's hoof. He exerted force on his right arm, and veins appeared on his arm. There were more than a hundred Song soldiers.
The heavy body was lifted up in the air, and then hit like a meaty egg directly on several Song soldiers passing by on the right side. The following Song soldiers suddenly fell down.
At the same time, he reined in the horse fiercely, and with the roar of the war horse, the horse twisted in the air, like a carp jumping on the water, sliding to the right side with great ease. His left hand reached out like lightning, and grabbed the thorn.
The tip of the spear arrived, and with the wild impact of his mount, he shouted loudly and used all his strength to thrust forward, lifting the Song Army spearman who was holding the barrel of the spear and refused to let go straight up in the air.
The body weighing more than 100 kilograms was twisting crazily in the air, but it still refused to let go.
"Die!" Huang Guan was like throwing a hammer in later generations, volleying the Song soldier sideways and flying three or four feet away——
"How dare the dog thieves be so rampant!" A roar like thunder came from the sending-off formation.
Huang Guan turned around and saw Song Jiang, who was holding a big ax during the battle, rushing out from the flank of his own army with great force. He didn't know when he had killed him in the back. Some soldiers behind him quickly stepped forward to intercept him.
But those soldiers were killed as easily as falling leaves in front of this man.
The big ax comes like a whirlwind——(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendation and monthly votes.
