"Haha, Hugou! You actually hit the knife edge yourself. Grandpa will never spare you today!"
He has good self-control skills. When faced with the servant of a god, Dou Bing has no fear. Instead, he has high fighting spirit. He only wants to kill the enemy and boost the morale of the army. After being stuck in the camp and fighting with his personal guards for so long, his body has become very serious.
They were tired, but the cavalry behind them didn't move, so they could only continue to persevere.
At this time, if you can kill an enemy master, you can boost the morale of the army and re-energize the exhausted soldiers. When the servant of the god bumped into him at this time, Dou Bing was not surprised but overjoyed, which made him very happy.
It's too prosperous.
"You dare to look down on me, and you will die." The servant of God smiled coldly, and he was full of confidence. There is no first, no second in martial arts. Not everyone can be like Zhu Biao, who can kill the enemy with just a glance.
The strength is estimated. The servant of God wants to be like Dou Bing, to kill the enemy and make achievements.
Three sword rays came across.
Dou Bing stood with both feet in a bow, his body as steady as a mountain, sitting on the horse with his waist lowered, his upper body slightly raised back, the sharp sword in his hand pointed directly at the Servant of God's Palace, the hilt of the sword was close to his chest, anyone could feel it
His prepared blow was fierce.
The servant of the god smiled disdainfully. Dou Bing's posture looked pretty good, and the next blow might be very violent, but it would be useless if he couldn't hit someone. He was very confident in his own strength, which included Qinggong and footwork.
"Scout!" Dou Bing yelled, straightened his waist, and all the strength in his body condensed into a wave, which was sent straight to his arms through the big dragon in his spine. This is one of the tattoo techniques in "The True Explanation of Kendo".
Using his arm to push forward, the three-foot sharp sword shot away with lightning, stabbing the divine servant in the chest with precision and ruthlessness, as if a white lightning flashed through the space.
As soon as he turned around, the servant of God did not retreat but advanced. The long sword struck the sword that Dou Bing was stabbing at. Seeing Dou Bing's sword, the servant of God knew that this was really a master. And like this
As a master of swordsmanship, if you want to kill the enemy and make great achievements, you must not let him seize the opportunity. You must not let him gain the upper hand, otherwise even if you can kill the opponent, you will still be able to defeat him with two to three hundred moves. This is not a duel between rivers and lakes.
This is a battlefield. It takes two to three hundred moves to kill the opponent with confidence, but the result is that you will never be able to kill him.
He struck the seventh point of Dou Bing's sword with all his strength. That was the point where Dou Bing's sword received the strongest force. But if it was hit like this and the strength was disrupted, it would be the hardest point for Dou Bing to control.
It's one o'clock.
"Hey~~", the sword has been swung away.
Dou Bing's eyebrows twitched, seeing his opponent's blow interrupting the momentum of his sword. He didn't seek merit but sought no fault. He retreated leisurely, and at the same time, he stabbed his long sword across his chest instantly.
The servant of God did indeed have a back attack. When he saw Dou soldiers retreating, he immediately attacked with a sword. He strode forward, twisting his waist, and all his strength went straight through his shoulders and arms. The long sword was like the wind, and it flew out in an instant.
Seven sharp sword energies shot straight towards Dou Bing's body.
There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the two swords were already clashing.
The seven sword energy that the servant of God shook was indeed sharp, but the sword was more powerful in that strike. Dou Bing was not fooled. The thrust of the sword accurately hit the incoming sword. This sword strike was real.
, Dou Bing immediately retreated and advanced, swinging his sword in a flash. At this time, the servant of God was unwilling to fight with the menacing Dou soldiers, and immediately took two steps back. The long sword in his backhand turned, and the three-foot green edge
He pulled out three large sword flowers and covered them tightly in front of his chest. There was a "buzzing" sound of gold and iron.
When Dou Bing counterattacked, he collided with the God's Servant's long sword six or seven times, but he still failed to defeat the three sword flowers on the God's Servant's chest. No matter how powerful his skill was, it was the end of his strength. Seeing that the situation was unstoppable, he hurriedly sheathed his sword.
Turning around, the servant of God took this opportunity to raise his sword and strike straight at Dou Bing, as if he was going to strike at Dou Bing's right arm holding the sword. But when the sword edge was level with his shoulder, his body suddenly slid forward, like a gliding ball.
The Hongyan's wrist sank and then extended, changing from a straight chop to a flat stab, aiming straight for Dou Bing's throat.
The sword light has arrived and is aimed at the throat.
Dou Bing's brows sank and his eyes focused. The opponent's strength was quite astonishing. He was really not confident that he could win the battle in a short time. Looking at the surrounding guards and hundreds of people who had already fallen, more than half of them had fallen.
He was trapped in the camp and had already made up his mind. He immediately raised his sword to parry, seemingly to block the opponent's swift stab, but in fact it was a cover to attract the opponent's attention.
When the light of the sword came closer, his left hand suddenly rose up. He clenched his fist inwards and violently clasped the sword body. This was a grappling technique called "Tiansuo Kou" that Zhu Biao had acquired from the Qisha Sect. It was barely considered top-notch.
It's a technique, but in Qisha Sect, it's just something used to pad the legs of the table.
At the last moment, Dou Bing's wrist guard accurately knocked the sword of the servant of God, and then the buckle of his left hand circled the sword body and pressed down with all his strength.
The spine of the sword rubbed against the flesh, and a kind of burn seemed to rise. Dou Bing remained silent. His left hand could only press the sword, but it could not stop the sword from stabbing down. Dou Bing's body stepped diagonally to the right.
Taking a step forward, a sword light disappeared. The long sword of the servant of God broke through his armor, but was firmly blocked by the inner armor. The sword body penetrated diagonally from the outside of his left chest to Dou Bing's ribs, while Dou Bing and others
It was at this moment that I felt the touch of the sword blade rubbing against the armor, indicating that the sword style of the servant of God had become so old that the old strength had been exhausted and the new strength had not yet been regenerated. He immediately clamped his left arm hard, clamping the sword tightly.
The right arm then stepped forward, swinging the arm and raising it, and a white line struck. The cold light flashed away, and the three-foot green peak had already passed by the throat of the god's servant.
The instantly ruptured trachea spurted out bursts of blood mist. The divine servant covered his neck and stared at Dou Bing in disbelief. He was about to raise his hand when he suddenly dropped it.
All the sounds around him suddenly stopped, because Dou Bing was tripped, and Hu Qi, who immediately launched a counterattack, felt as if his throat was being pinched, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and he looked stupidly at being cut.
The servant of God who cut his neck.
The morale of all the Han soldiers was suddenly shaken. The Han brothers, who were covered in blood, took the opportunity to shout for a fierce battle. Dou Bing glanced at the surroundings with stern eyes and smiled coldly. There was also an indescribable cruelty in his smile.
and death.
"kill!!"
"kill!!"
"kill!!"
Wu Qi, who sent out the master's "decapitation" arrangement, had a frosty face. He could not steal a chicken but lose a handful of rice. A servant of the gods was so dissolute. Of course, Dou Bing himself was not without losses. The sword under his left armpit had
The inner armor protected it, so it wasn't a problem, but his left hand was really scorched. When the black piece of flesh was peeled off, and when the guards behind him tore off the robe, blood was already flowing all over his palm.
After another half hour, 300 of the second wave of Qian Xiaorui had fallen. Zhu Biao looked at the status bar and saw that there were only 630 people left in the 800 camp, which was heartbreaking. And the 200 relatives
There were only twenty or thirty people left in the guard, which felt like a piece of his heart had been cut out.
The dock area has been completely filled with cavalry, with more than two thousand troops.
"Commander, it's time to take action!" Zhu Zhong had already said.
Zhu Biao held up his telescope and constantly observed the changes on the battlefield. He clearly caught the momentary decline of Hu Qi's offensive after Dou Bingzhen killed the servant of the gods. He then gave the order:
"Blow the trumpets and drums, tell the front troops to get out of the way. Zhu Zhong! Bring a thousand cavalry and charge the commander--"
Half of the 5,000 cavalrymen that Hu Qi put in one after another fell down at this moment! And the first 1,000 sailors of the Han army who entered the battlefield have also been completely wiped out.
Zhu Biao believed that Hu Qi on the other side must still have reserve forces, so now let the two armies fight to the death!
"Woo woo, woo woo..."
"Dong dong, dong dong!!!" The low and continuous sound of the horn and the fierce and vigorous sound of the war drums were accompanied by a red war flag raised in the rear formation, which quickly spread throughout the battlefield.
Wu Qi narrowed his eyes, and a sharp cold light shot out from his eyes. It was obvious that the Han army was going to make a big move, and what big move would the Han army make at this time? He seemed to be able to guess it.
"The whole army is ready -" Wu Qi pulled out the scimitar hanging from his waist. The battle had already started for more than two hours, and it was really time to decide the outcome.
"Kill..." Zhu Zhong brandished his sword and took the lead in charging forward.
A thousand elite veterans, a thousand veterans from the Bodaoling period, are the basis and foundation for the development of the Hedong Cavalry. There is no doubt about their military training and tacit understanding, even in such a narrow area as the dock area
Zone, when the war horses sprinted out, everyone had already lined up in a cone-shaped battle formation.
After hearing the sound of horns and war drums, the remaining Han troops who were fighting had already begun to assemble nearby. Of course, the scale of their assembly was not large. The previous single soldiers fighting or three or five people fighting together became more than ten or twenty.
The size of a group of people.
It's like a number of solid nails, nailing the Hu Qi to such a large size. The Hu Qi can't retreat in a hurry, and can't integrate in a hurry. To put it bluntly, they are just small groups of Han soldiers.
The general cut the large Huqi army, which was several times his own, into pieces of different sizes.
The charging Hedong cavalry were like unstoppable sharp arrows, piercing and shattering the dark brown patches in front of them one by one.
The sound of killing rang out sharply and passionately, and the neighing of war horses spread far away to the other side. On the Luo Mingjiang Navy warship, war horses and soldiers were still at the landing dock, filling the vacancies left by Zhu Zhong's troops.
Hu Qi, who had more than 2,000 riders left, immediately couldn't hold on any longer. They first fought with the sailors, trapped camp, and personal guards for such a long time, and finally survived the sharp light of the trapped camp, and were moving back to the situation.
Slowly harvesting the lives of the Han army, the Hedong cavalry, which had been waiting for a long time, was dispatched. How could they withstand this as a group of exhausted soldiers?
Wu Qi's brows furrowed into a mountain peak, but at this time he could only attack. Did he have to wait for the losers in front to retreat before he sent out troops? Isn't it funny!
"Kill -" Three thousand golden wolf cavalry spurted out, like a brown sea, and the entire dock shook as the horses galloped.
Outside the dock area, there was a large area of darkness, filled with figures of Hu Qi.
The two armies at the front and back were engaged in 11,000 cavalry, and this was just a battle based on a dock. How could it not appear that there were so many soldiers?!!
"Kill——, avenge the hundreds of thousands of people who died!"
"Kill——, the warrior of Changshengtian, kill the pure Han dog!"
