The two spears worked together and stabbed out like lightning and thunder.
"Dang-dang--" There were two crisp symphonies, and the spear suddenly bounced away from the blade as if it had been electrocuted. However, after passing this moment, the blade, which was like thunder in the sky, could not help but pause in the air, and the remaining power was not resting.
It lacks the overwhelming feeling it had before.
"Dang-" Later, Uncle Dub stretched and retracted his arms, and the spear that was originally like a dead snake spun in mid-air, and dexterously hung on the head of the knife again. However, the direction of his companion's spear changed, and with the help of the spear,
The moment his head was bounced away, he shook hard, and seven or eight bright spearheads flashed in front of people's eyes, one of which pierced Qin Yuan's neck like a rainbow penetrating the moon.
Instead of staggering their horses and resetting their stances to fight again like generals in battle, the three of them directly held down their horses and fought together.
Because time doesn’t allow it and the place doesn’t allow it either.
The iron hooves were tumbling, the horses were roaring, and the sharp blades split the air and wreaked havoc in the surrounding areas. Even if the two uncles joined forces, they could not defeat Qin Yuan. After more than twenty rounds of fighting with guns and knives, they finally
Even the most basic containment seems a bit difficult.
The snow-white sword was slashing towards his head, and the corresponding uncle hurriedly lowered his head and barely managed to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Qin Yuan turned his hands, and the sword that had just passed by went away and came back again. In the sharp cold light, the thick sword on his back
Arrives with a whirling slash.
"Yeah--"
He suddenly fell into danger. At the moment of death, Du Bo let out a sharp roar, and struck down the spear in his hand like an iron rod, hitting Qin Yuan's rapidly spinning axe.
"Porphyrin——"
The dark gun barrel collided with the dazzling cold light again, and I felt a pain in both hands. The spear in Dub's hand flew out instantly. Not only that, even Dub's whole body flew away with a huge force.
He fell off the horse. In mid-air, he felt an extremely dazzling white light flashing across his eyes——
Du Bo rolled over from the ground and got up in disgrace. After falling off his horse, Dub looked stupidly at the cluster of red tassels falling at his feet. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the eagle helmet above his head. It was empty.
A drop of viscous liquid dripped on his face, and the frozen Dub finally came to his senses. He couldn't help but feel grateful that he was lucky this time, and wiped his face as he turned back.
The bright red color of blood clearly told Uncle that the drops on his face were blood. His eyes followed his fingers downward, and the broken tiger's mouth finally came into view.
Qin Yuan's blow was so powerful!
"Come on, Dub—"
Dub was kicked by someone in a daze. When he calmed down, he saw that one of his subordinates was standing in front of him. Just as he was about to reprimand, the sound of galloping horse hooves suddenly sounded in his ears. He was still on the battlefield! Completely
He woke up with a start, looked up immediately, and saw that Qin Yuan had already put aside the old man's entanglement and rode towards him.
Suddenly, a chill rose at the base of his spine and instantly overflowed his whole body.
The heavy sword is right in front of you, who can save yourself???
"Ouch——"
The eldest wolf standing in front of Du Bo let out a howl, with a ferocious look on his face. He turned a blind eye to the sword that hit the ground, screamed, jumped on his horse, and blocked Qin Yuan's path alone.
At the same time, he slashed out the saber in his hand and slashed straight towards Qin Yuan's neck.
"puff--"
A cold light swept down, and the sharp blade rolled across the long neck of the man. When the man's head flew up, a cavity of hot blood spurted out.
"Wow——"
The hot blood splashed all over Dub's head and face. After he regained his composure, he couldn't feel sorry for losing a loyal subordinate. Dub shrank and rolled out of Qin Yuan's house.
Attack range.
We should be thankful that this commander gave him the last blow. It was precisely because of his sword and sacrifice of his life that Dub was able to escape with his life.
…
The battlefield three miles away.
Under Zhu Biao's command, Zhang He and Chen An, one on the left and one on the right, clamped towards Yang Fu's rear like a vise. The two armies had 16,700 soldiers and horses, filling the small battlefield to the max.
"Uuuuuu——"
"Dong dong dong——"
As the war drums and horns sounded, the Song army, which had an absolute advantage, quickly attacked, spreading like a flood through the mountains and hills, and reached the official road.
Correspondingly, Yang Fu's five thousand elite soldiers were arrayed neatly, spears piercing the sky, shields like walls, and the dense iron armor flashing in the sun with a frightening coldness.
However, don't look at the majesty of their array, but look at Yang Fu's face. The color was the same as the dense armor at this time, as green as iron. After receiving the distress message from Qin Yuan, he hurriedly marched forward, but in the end he
After failing to rendezvous with the remnants of Qin Yuan, the Song army was intercepted here by twice its size.
The billowing black smoke rising in front of him truthfully told him the choice he should make!
The former army was defeated and its strength was reduced by half. His estimate of the strength of the Song army was completely wrong. Now his own army has obviously lost the power to advance into the county. Under such circumstances, Yang Fu can only retain the remaining five thousand troops.
first priority.
If the 5,000 people in the rear army cannot be saved, and even Yang Fu cannot save himself, then Dongcheng County will have great fun.
"Kill..."
Amidst the shouts, the two groups of Song troops that rushed towards them were like two raging waves, hitting the solid embankment of Yang Fu's rear army.
Although the latter's military strength was twice that of the former, the arrows rained down like a heavy rain for a while. However, once the battle formation is formed, it will not end in a short while.
"when!"
The war has begun.
Zhu Biao did not end up personally, but Chen An and Zhang He.
In the clear sound of gold and iron clashing, the spear of a Prince Army officer in front of him was broken in two by Chen An's horizontal sword. The thick sword head was castrated quickly, and a cold front slashed diagonally from the officer's shoulder -
—
A streak of blood ran from the officer's left shoulder to his right ribs, and the blood spattered violently. The whole person was split into two halves. The injured half of his body slid across the ground, and his internal organs were splashed across his face, as if he was gnashing his teeth ferociously.
"Uh-"
A shrill scream came from the ground, the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard, and another unlucky guy was trampled under the horse's hooves.
Chen An listened with his ears, but didn't pay attention to it at all. The sword in his hand didn't slow down for a moment, and he still swung it quickly.
Chopping down, slashing horizontally, lifting up, sweeping forward, every blow will stir up a bloody wind, every step will lead to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, never moving forward, never changing, pointing directly at Yang Fu.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die——"
Chen An shouted loudly, his eyes widened with anger, he sat down on his horse and galloped forward dozens of paces, dragging his heavy sword across and slashing at his fingertips, killing more than a dozen enemy soldiers in an instant.
The howling cold wind whistled in his ears, and the cold blades stood in Chen An's eyes.
An officer of the Prince's Army led a small formation in front of him. Dozens of sharp spears gathered into a dense forest, breeding a strong aura of death, quietly waiting for Chen An's arrival.
He must be stopped. Every soldier in the formation has a silent madness on his face. They are officers and soldiers of the imperial court, how can they endure the humiliation of being stepped on by horses and men!?
This battle has been lost, but they are by no means completely giving up their dignity and allowing the Song Army, which they usually look down upon, to humiliate them.
Even if his body is broken into pieces, he must be stopped.
Chen Anke also had the same fighting spirit. He had already seen the dawn of complete victory in this battle, how could he tolerate Yang Fu retreating unscathed?
The face was full of murderous intent, and the eyes were frozen to the freezing point at this moment. The cold and piercing eyes scanned the faces of every Prince Army soldier in the front line. The ferocious expressions on those faces seemed to be invisible.
"Herod-"
Just before he was about to step into the spear formation, Chen An tightened his left hand and pulled the horse hard outwards. Sitting down, the strong knight let out a long hiss, and the horse's head turned to the left, and then the man stood up, and the huge penetration force made him
Chen An, who was on horseback, suddenly jumped back as the horse stood in mid-air, and the sword held in his right arm was thrown out at this moment——
"laugh--"
Like blood splattering, or like bones being cut apart, as a dazzling green front passed by, the small forest of spears fell instantly.
He slashed across the waist and beheaded seven people.
"Ho--"
The thousands of soldiers of the Song Army behind them immediately burst out into cheers, and they who were already fighting bravely became even more brave and fearless at this moment.
A brave soldier, Chen An's heroic performance naturally aroused the fighting spirit of his soldiers.
"Thief general, who dares to fight with me——"
Thunder exploded, and the passionate shouts spread across half of the battlefield like gold and stone.
In the formation of the Prince's Army, Yang Fu sat upright and motionless on his horse, his back as straight as a knife and an axe, and his eyes were staring deeply at Zhu Biao in the distance - a black horse in white robes, standing with a gun in his mouth.
Zhu Biao is his opponent at the moment. As for Chen An's call, there will naturally be someone to deal with it.
A prince's military lieutenant jumped out of his horse and faced Chen An with a gun, "The rebels are rampant, let's see if grandpa takes your life!"
He didn't even get a signal from Yang Fu. This was because the captain knew that if he ignored the current situation, the morale of the army would be immediately damaged, and it would be a serious setback.
"哬——"
With the help of sound, the iron gun stabbed down quickly. If a black light flashed across, the "hissing" sound echoed through the air, which was enough to prove how fast this gun was.
Although Chen An was confident that he would win this battle, he did not dare to look down upon the general in the slightest. He clamped his legs hard, and the seated war horse jumped out quickly as if he knew what he was doing. The big sword in his hand was crazily curled to kill, and the green knife
The light is like an angry dragon in the clouds, rolling and surging.
"clang--"
A crisp sound of gold and iron mingled, reverberating across half of the battlefield like thunder.
The broadsword struck straight at the tip of the spear, and the sharp sound that pierced the eardrums made even the soldiers on both sides of the war frown.
The enemy general felt some numbness in the tiger's mouth, and felt that the weapon was about to be released, and he couldn't help being shocked. At that moment, his hand tightened, and his left arm followed the movement, staggering the sword on the head of the gun, and then released his right hand.
, the spear moved across a small semicircle as it stirred, and the tip of the spear tilted up again to stab Chen An's neck.
Lai Jiang's force release was very beautiful, but Chen An was not bad at all. As soon as the enemy general's left arm moved, he had already noticed it. When he turned the blade, the blade was flat and pulled back, and the sword's edge slashed straight into the opponent's chest.
"when--"
There was another crisp sound, but it was no longer the collision between the sword and the gun, but the collision between the gun and the knife.
Zhu Biao looked at Chen An and the enemy generals who were strangled in a mass formation, but Zhu Biao didn't take it seriously.
Because the fighting has been going on so far, the Song troops caught on the left and right have already completely surrounded Yang Fu's troops. Yang Fu wants to retreat with his troops, but it is already difficult. "Follow me--" Point the steel gun and raise it. (To be continued. .Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
