Yang Zhentian understood what was going on in the distance. This was a one-on-one duel.
He was deeply impressed by the bravery of this young soldier and said slowly: "General's order!"
"Dong dong dong..."
Hundreds of war drums on Wangfu Ridge were beaten at the same time, and what was being beaten was the impassioned "General's Order."
Immediately afterwards, there was a response on the Stone Seizing Peak, and the general's order was also sounded.
The sound of war drums also began to sound from the other side of the heaven, and the sound of war drums on both sides echoed each other.
Yang Zhentian held the sound transmission stone in his hand and was about to speak when suddenly a deputy general ran over and said: "General, the young man below is called Yang Sanlang, and he is the third son of Old Man Yang."
He knew Old Man Yang, a veteran of the Zhenxi Army, who had followed Yang Zhentian's father on his expeditions.
It is said that brothers fighting tigers, father and son go into battle, and the world is in danger. Old Man Yang's two sons also joined the Zhenxi Army. In the last two wars, their father and son killed many heavenly warriors and have become the Zhenxi Army.
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After the battle ten days ago, Yang Zhentian personally met with Old Man Yang and promoted him to captain to command a force of the Jinwu Guard.
Yang Zhentian didn't expect that the last survivor on the battlefield would be Old Man Yang's son.
He immediately followed the nearby mountain path and walked in.
I saw Old Man Yang and his two sons shouting "Sanlang" and "Third Brother", but the distance was too far and the lonely young man couldn't hear them at all.
The grumpy Er Zhuang would have rushed down the mountain if he hadn't been stopped by a dozen soldiers around him.
Seeing Yang Zhentian coming over, Old Yang said sadly: "Commander, that's the little boy Sanlang!"
Yang Zhentian patted Old Yang's shoulder heavily several times, handed over the sound transmission stone in his hand, and said, "Do you have anything to say to him?"
Yang Sanlang slowly tore off a piece of cloth covered with blood from his clothes, and tightly entwined the handle of the scimitar with his right hand.
His movements were very slow. The West-Suppressing Army and the Celestial Warriors all focused their eyes on him, but no one urged him. Even Hua Wuyou looked at him quietly.
After everything he had done, he finally looked at his enemy, a celestial being who was taller than him and looked no different from him.
He heard the general's order coming from the mountain behind, and the beating of drums made his blood boil, and he forgot his timidity.
He felt that his life was worth it.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.
It was his father's voice! His father did not call his name, he was just singing the song that suddenly became popular recently.
"Don't you see, the Han Dynasty's army is over, and the weak crowns are tied to the prisoners and they ask for long tassels.
If you don't see me, An Ding is far away, and the light cavalry from Jueyu urges you to fight with the clouds.
If you don't see me, I'm walking along the horse river, and the flat sand is vast and yellow.
If you don't see me, I will ride with thousands of people, vowing to defeat the powerful enemy and leave Yingguan.
The man must have gone to the country to be in trouble, and cut the enemy with a long sword before the blood was dry.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, why should they be wrapped in horse leather..."
"Father! If your child is unfilial, he will not be able to support you until the end of his life!"
He glanced back in the direction of Wangfu Ridge, knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up, turned around, raised his scimitar and charged towards the celestial warrior.
The long sword in the hand of the heavenly warrior was four feet long, while the scimitar in Yang Sanlang's hand was only a saber less than two feet long.
People often say that an inch long is strong and an inch short is dangerous.
Yang Sanlang was born in a military family, so he naturally understood this truth. He avoided the long sword that the Heavenly Warrior looked like, slammed his body into the Heavenly Warrior, and then raised his scimitar and slashed at the Heavenly Warrior's neck.
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The Heavenly Warrior was extremely agile. He quickly took two steps back, dodged Yang Sanlang's knife, and kicked Yang Sanlang in the lower abdomen, knocking Yang Sanlang directly to the ground.
The heavenly warrior did not give Yang Sanlang any chance. Seeing him fall to the ground, he stepped forward and quickly chopped off the long sword in his hand.
Yang Sanlang rolled on the spot, dodged the long knife, quickly stood up, and rushed towards the heavenly warrior again.
Due to his weakness in weapons, he had to rush in front of the heavenly warriors, otherwise he would have no chance of victory.
Seeing Yang Sanlang rushing towards him, the heavenly warrior turned the hilt of his sword and raised the blade horizontally, intending to cut Yang Sanlang into two pieces. Yang Sanlang relied on his body's flexibility to duck.
Just as he dodged, the opponent's sword came again, and he had to fight with his machete. The two of them waved their weapons to fight each other in front of thousands of troops.
The sound of the war drums became more and more urgent, and the fight between the two became more and more fierce. Yang Sanlang knew that if he continued like this, he would have no chance at all. He just wanted to hold someone on his back before he died.
So, when he saw the opponent's blade slashing at him again, he did not evade, but turned sideways, and the long knife slashed across his back, bringing up a cloud of blood mist.
The severe pain almost caused Yang Sanlang to faint, but his strong will to fight allowed him to remain conscious.
After receiving the blow, he quickly rushed forward before the Celestial Warrior's long sword could be withdrawn. However, at close range, the advantage of the long sword was not as good as that of the short sword.
Yang Sanlang endured the severe pain and took advantage of the moment when the other party had no time to retaliate. He stabbed the celestial warrior's chest with his knife. With a strong stir, the luster in the celestial warrior's eyes immediately dissipated.
He drew out his scimitar and slashed it, and a round head flew up.
Yang Sanlang grabbed the round head, walked to the Zhao character flag, and hung the head on the flagpole.
When the Zhenxi Army on Wangfu Ridge and Duoshi Peak saw Yang Sanlang kill one of them and hang the enemy's head on the flagpole, they immediately started shouting "Wind! Wind! Gale!" to cheer Yang Sanlang again.
Heavenly beings and humans in the human world are all aloof gods. At this moment, Yang Sanlang beheaded the enemy, which greatly boosted the morale of the human soldiers.
Gu Yuqi's face was ashen. He originally planned to kill this young man one on one in front of the human army to make the human soldiers lose their morale. Unexpectedly, this young man actually chopped off the head of the celestial warrior. He waved his hand,
Another celestial warrior got off the six-legged beast. This celestial warrior was much taller than the one just now. He was not wearing any armor. He was covered with thick hair and a beard. Every muscle seemed to contain powerful power.
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Hua Wuyou said calmly from the side: "Young man, you still have time to surrender now."
Yang Sanlang saw a look of despair in his eyes when he saw the tall, bearded man, but he still did not give up after all.
He held the scimitar tightly and murmured in his mouth: "Light fur and long sword, fierce horses singing wildly, loyalty to the liver, righteousness and courage to strengthen the mountains and rivers..."
Then, he let out the loudest and last roar in his life, and rushed over regardless of his own safety.
Hua Wuyou sighed softly, but his eyes were filled with a strange look. He looked at the sky and whispered to himself in a voice that he could only hear: "Evil God, maybe you are right.
I, Hua Wuyou, sincerely hope that you can change the rules of the Three Realms and force that old monster to make concessions again. Only if it makes concessions again can I completely believe that it can be defeated. Although... it is mine.