Burning murderous intent like a prairie fire ignited from his cold eyes. Feng Enjiang suddenly raised the spear in his right hand high and raised it upright. The sharp tip of the spear stabbed straight, and a gleam of cold light flashed out in an instant.
"Kill--" The erect spear was placed flat, and the sharp tip of the spear was thrust straight into the face, causing a sharp "whistling" sound.
Drive straight in and defeat the enemy in formation. Cavalry, this is cavalry.
"Brothers, follow me and kill -"
"Ouch-ouch——"
The roar of excitement resounded like an overwhelming force, soaring into the sky in an instant. Even the clatter of horse hooves was covered. Horse forward, never moving forward!
The galloping war horses surged like a tide, and the frantic hoofs trampled the official road ruthlessly. For a moment, a sharp and arrow-like momentum rose in the cavalry. With the contrast between the front and rear of the Prince's Army as vast as the difference between heaven and earth, Two Hundred and Five
A sense of pride and contempt slowly rose in the hearts of the ten newly recruited personal guards——
The fifty veteran guards who followed Feng Enjiang had long respected Zhu Biao like a god in their hearts. Not to mention being defeated with the charge, or charging into an army of millions, as long as Zhu Biao's soldiers pointed, they
Just move forward courageously.
There was no billowing smoke and dust covering the sky, only the indomitable courage, sharp spears and sabers flying in the air, and endless murderous intent erupted and unleashed at this moment.
How many soldiers of the Prince's Army rushed out of the sea of fire? If you give a general calculation, it is more than 1,560 even if it is less than 2,000. Including the soldiers who did not rush into the mountains on both sides, but kept running back.
, the total number is definitely more than two thousand.
And what about Feng Enjiang's troops? Only three hundred horses.
Facing the prince's army that was seven times his own, Feng Enjiang showed no fear at all.
Because at least the two thousand princely troops were not all packed together, they were scattered in a mess along the official road that was several miles long. The head may have reached Yang Fu's rear team, but the tail still hadn't moved far.
"Pikemen, broadsword soldiers, march forward in a line, infantry archers behind, and swordsmen in the center to protect -"
An officer of the Prince's Army stood up and roared loudly, but his tone was full of sorrow and sorrow! Judging from his fine iron scales and armor, this man should be a military marquis, a middle-level officer at the level of military commander.
Dozens of grey-faced Prince's Army soldiers gathered around this officer, but most of them only had swords and spears in their hands, and only three of them had spears left.
In the midst of fires and thick smoke, in order to escape from the desperate situation as soon as possible, how many people can still carry these obstructive things like swords and spears? In other words, the close-quarters soldiers can still be friends and retain them.
As for crossbows and shields, there is no need to mention them.
With eyes splitting with anger, the officer screamed again, but except for the fact that there were still no traces of spears and arrows, several swordsmen who had already joined the ranks dropped their weapons and ran away.
In an instant, the newly assembled team was about to fall apart.
"I'm going to die too!" he lamented, and a very bitter smile appeared on the corner of the officer's mouth. His eyes were filled with the joy of surviving the disaster just now, but now they seemed to have lost all their aura in an instant and became dull and dull.
.
He turned back and took one last look at the fleeing people, and spat hard. After a moment of silence, the officer let out the most hysterical roar like a lone wolf with an injured head: "Form up, form a round formation! Fight to the death.
, fight to the death——”
"Want to fight for your life?" Feng Enjiang, who was galloping on horseback, smiled solemnly, slightly showing his teeth, which were as white as snow. His dark eyes were staring directly at the chest of the officer leader with two cold gazes. He held a gun under his ribs in his right hand.
The sharp tip of the spear pointed diagonally at the ground.
"Fight to the death——"
"Fight to the death——"
It seems that he was infected by the officer's desperate call, and it also seems that it is because of his current tragic experience, and the person who gave him this experience is the Kaizhou Song Army, which he despises very much. A violent and hysterical power lies in these three people.
In the hearts of the forty remaining Prince's soldiers, endless fear and insecurity receded, leaving only killing.
Desperate looks burned from their eyes, and the pride, self-confidence, unyieldingness and passion once possessed by the elites of the Great Zhou Dynasty once again spread and stirred in their chests, "Fight to the death - don't retreat -"
"kill--"
Feng Enjiang roared, and took the lead to rush in front of the group of Prince's Army soldiers in front of him. His murderous intention was directed at the leading officer. No one could stop him at this moment.
The spear swept diagonally across a semicircle in front of the horse from bottom to top, and the sharp tip of the spear brought out a white light, like lightning cutting through the night——
"Ah - acridine -"
Screams rang out, and before the spears in the hands of the three Prince Army soldiers could be thrust out, they were knocked far away by Feng Enjiang's sweeping spear. The sharp spear tip did not stop,
As fast as lightning, he slid through the bodies of the three spearmen.
The splattered blood dyed the front hooves of Feng Enjiang's horse red. The Prince's Army soldier in the middle, whose belly was slashed diagonally by the tip of the spear, was tragically trampled under the hoofs of the war horse before he could lay his hands on his belly.
Like a piece of rotten meat dropped to the ground, it no longer makes a sound.
Feng Enjiang's strength has reached the top level, and it is extremely easy to deal with a group of small soldiers.
The horse rode long, and the sharp spear trembled out, like a huge flower, drawing graceful arcs in the air.
The icy cold light disappears into the sky along with the passing human lives——
"Yeah--"
The leading officer finally slashed out with his sword, trying to block the cold light coming from the rapid thrust. At the same time, he staggered his feet and tried his best to retreat in the opposite direction. He was extremely angry at Feng Enjiang in front of him, but at the same time he also knew that he could never stop Feng Enjiang.
A powerful gun.
It's just that Feng Enjiang's shot came too fast. The cold light flashed and the gun tip was already close to his eyes. The officer's pupils suddenly shrank, and he gathered all his strength and hit the gun blade with the knife.
"Clang--" a crisp sound.
The spear point that was piercing the chest couldn't help but deflected, but it only missed by two inches. The spear that should have gone straight to the heart pierced the officer's left chest diagonally. The sharp spear point instantly pierced through the scales and went straight to the chest.
Transparent back.
"Pfft——" Blood splattered everywhere.
"Ah -" The severe pain made the officer scream in agony. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. Endless madness and destruction once again appeared in his eyes.
With one hand, he grabbed the barrel of the gun that was buried in his chest. The officer roared and slashed at Feng Enjiang with his knife again, "Let's die together——"
"Crack-"
Feng Enjiang, however, did not even look at the iron knife he had chopped off. He struggled with his hands. The barrel of the spear, made of a century-old hardwood rod with a diameter of three inches, instantly bent into a semi-circular arc. The officer who was hung on the head of the gun immediately
With both feet off the ground, like stones thrown from a catapult, they bounced back and flew out with great force.
"puff--"
The cold light flashed again, and the sharp blade of the gun plunged into the chest of another Prince's soldier who was surrounding him. The soldier ran forward quickly as if he had hit an invisible wall of energy. After a sudden pause, he followed the sound of the spear.
He pulled away, took a staggering step back, and then collapsed weakly.
Iron hooves galloped, swords and guns danced wildly, but the three hundred light cavalry alone carried an unstoppable power and swept across the entire scene. It was like a huge wave of waves, slamming viciously on a castle made of sand.
.The galloping Qingqi were like sharp boning knives, easily cutting through the little obstruction of the Prince's Army and gouging out pieces of fat in their vital parts.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was churning like boiling water.
Blood splattered, miserable howls arose, and the people and horses fell into a mess amid the flash of swords. It was as if there was no other sound between heaven and earth at this moment, and only the sound of brutal killing was the mainstream.
Since the officer's death, the organized resistance of the Prince's Army has completely disintegrated. Although there are still many soldiers of the Prince's Army who rely on personal force to resist desperately on the road, but the mantis' arm cannot stop the car. Without organized resistance, it is doomed.
It will be crushed to pieces by the organized Qingqi like a bug.
More of the Prince's Army soldiers had completely lost their ability to resist. They were just trying to survive and fled towards the retreat in embarrassment——
The army was defeated like a mountain. A puff of smoke and a fire shattered the resistance consciousness of these elite soldiers of the former Great Zhou Dynasty. After all, they were just elite soldiers undergoing training and had not experienced the temper of real war. They were different from those of the Northern Han Dynasty and even the Northern Kingdoms.
Compared with the elite, they are too inferior.
Moreover, the two sides did not have the sworn hatred that Hu Han had. He really couldn't escape, so he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and surrendered.
Feng Enjiang's tribe swept through thousands of troops at a very small cost. Regardless of the results of Yang Fu's rear, Qin Yuan's front army alone was a complete victory. Zhu Biao's 'Celestial Phenomenon' value once again played a huge role.
…
Qin Yuan finally rushed out, looking like a black man. The general flag had long been thrown away, and the only thing that could show his identity at this moment seemed to be the big knife that was firmly grasped in his hand. Fortunately, the soldiers behind him broke
The damage was not big, and there were still 1,670 people available. In addition to the hundreds of Prince's Army soldiers who rushed out with him, Qin Yuan believed that as long as he was given half an hour to organize, he could wipe out all the rebels.
Shun.
"Woo-"
"Dong dong dong——"
Inexplicably, the neat sounds of war drums and horns sounded one after another from behind.
Qin Yuan was shocked, it was Song Jun. How could they touch his back?
"Swordsmen—Pikemen—Frontline—"
"Archer—prepare—"
While the horns and war drums rang out in an instant, majestic slogans rang out from the mountains not far away, and the hot air suddenly became chilling.
There was the sound of weapons clashing and armor scraping. The remaining soldiers at the front of the Prince's Army who had just escaped from the disaster and were sitting on the ground to rest stood up one after another and looked forward.
Six thousand Song troops came slowly under the supervision of Zhu Biao and Zhang He. At the same time, Chen An also supervised five thousand troops coming from the west.
After setting the fire, Chen An first led his troops to kill the Prince's Army soldiers who had lost their heads and fled to the west, leaving hundreds of troops to guard several key points in the mountains.
Immediately lead the army to take a detour to rob and kill.
He and Zhu Biao's goal at this moment was Yang Fu's rear army.
Qin Yuan looked at all this with an embarrassed expression. He and Yang Fu were only less than three miles away, but looking at it now, these three miles should be a natural chasm that could never be crossed.
"Damn it. Why am I so lazy and don't take two more steps?" Qin Yuan wanted to give himself a slap in the face. Qin Yuan just tried to save the energy and 'rested' for the three miles of journey. The debt will be paid off so soon. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster! Mobile phone users please go to the m. site to read.)
