Wang Zhenye smiled and said, "Master General, Liu Rongzu's situation is different from yours, so you can't confuse it. However, according to you, Liu Rongzu is not favored by his family and the countryside, so he has been fostering elsewhere. Even others don't know that Liu Huaishen has such a son?"
Liu Yu sighed softly: "This is also the reason why brothers Huaisu have to work so hard to make achievements. He really wants to earn a fame for his younger brother and a status for his younger brother who has never been able to get started. Moreover, Huaisu has never had any descendants. Over the years, he has raised Rong Zu as his adopted son in his family and taught him martial arts and military techniques. Rong Zu himself is also very ambitious. At a young age, he has already taken the martial arts leader of the Jingkou Martial Arts Conference twice. Now, no one will use his background as a joke."
Wang Zhene breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's it. It's true that he is a rare brave general and a commander. As we talk, he has killed more than ten Yan army soldiers in a row."
Liu Yu smiled slightly: "Look, his target is Murong Town. It seems that Huai Su has taught him the truth that he captured the king first."
Speaking of this, Liu Yu's expression became a little dim: "It's a pity that Huaisu is gone. If he is still alive, it would be so gratifying to see his nephew perform like this!"
As he was speaking, he saw a Yan army school rolling on the ground and bullied himself two steps in front of Liu Rongzu. He swung his knife and cut it. Liu Rongzu's thigh suddenly had armor scattered, and a half-foot-long knife edge appeared with the sudden appearance of blood.
But Liu Rongzu seemed to have not cut himself down. With a long roar, the halberd was hooked back, and the branches beside the halberd fell into the back of the Yan army school. A stream of blood spurted out from his tiger's mouth. He wanted to instinctively slash another knife, but as soon as he raised his hand, he pulled Liu Rongzu horizontally and directly pulled his head off his neck, rolled out six or seven steps away. The headless corpse had a burst of blood spurt on the neck. Liu Rongzu flew up and kicked the corpse directly over, regardless of bandaging the wound on his leg. He held the halberd with one hand in his right hand and pointed directly at the more than a hundred Yan army soldiers in front of him. The tiger roared: "Those who blocked me died!"
Murong Zhen gritted his teeth and shouted: "Warriors, this is a Jedi. Those who advance will live, those who retreat will die. Liu Yu's ambush can't save him, come on me!"
Liu Yu shook his head gently, looked back at Hu Fan, and sat back on the handsome chair. Hu Fan understood it, and took the bow and arrow, and it was an arrow at Murong Town. Murong Town listened to the wind and defended the arrow. The distance of more than a hundred steps was enough for a general like him to react. He quickly lowered his head, and the arrow flew past his head and swept off several red tassels from his helmet.
Murong Town was timid after the arrows for the rest of his life. He patted his horse and retreated under the shield protection of more than ten guards. On the platform, Hu Fan and his subordinates began to shoot arrows at the tiger-spotted soldiers below the stage. Thousands of soldiers from the North Mansion who came out from the commander's stage forced the tiger-spotted cavalry to retreat.
In this place where the cavalry could not assault at full speed, the tabby armored soldiers had no advantage at all. When fighting on the horse, they were not the opponents of these soldiers in the North Palace.
Liu Yu arranged for Liu Huaisu's central army guards, as well as his own general guards. The two brave generals Liu Rongzu and Ding Tak took the lead in rushing, which was even more invincible. In addition to the halberd, the soldiers were mostly heavy weapons such as iron rods, hammers, and maces, which were specially used to hit opponents. Even if these tabby thunderbolts were knocked to the ground, they would instantly break their bones and tendons and die.
The tiger-spotted thunder cavalry, who had already attacked the coaching platform and were in an unyielding momentum, were actually backing back. Although they were still desperately trying to rush forward, in such close combat, they were beaten backwards by the Jin army with the advantage of the high platform. This strength and weakness actually reversed in a short period of time!
Wang Zhene shouted excitedly: "Okay, work harder and kill them!"
Before he finished speaking, he could only hear a shrill sound of breaking through the air. Liu Yu's face changed. He grabbed Wang Zhene's belt and pulled it to the ground. The moment he landed, Wang Zhene's helmet disappeared, and the messy hair on the end also spread out.
Hu Fan's face changed and he turned to look in the direction of the arrow. He saw a knight in black robe and black armor on the right side, coming from the dead. Unlike the previous tiger-spotted knights, his whole body was shrouded in a black burqa. A war horse with thorns was panting, and his four hooves were flying. He jumped up to ten steps away. The knight on the horse had murderous aura in his eyes. It was more than 200 steps away, which made everyone on the coaching stage feel a biting chill.
A distance of more than 200 steps, a three-meter-high coach, the black robe arrow almost killed Wang Zhene. This amazing force made Hu Fan, who was known as the number one in magical arrows, look so different.
Hu Fan turned around and shot an arrow at the black robe. The long arrow was whistling with a shrill roar and went straight to the chest of the black robe. In an instant, he calculated the measurement in advance based on the speed of the black robe's rushing forward. One arrow shot out another arrow, and then the third arrow. Each arrow was shot in a row about ten steps in front of the black robe. This magical arrow skill is amazing!
Black Robe nodded in praise and said, "Good arrow technique!"
He suddenly soared into the air, and the seemingly inevitable arrow flew past the soles of his feet, while others were bent their bows and arrows in the air, shooting an arrow towards Hu Fan.
With a "woosh", the arrow flew over and over the meteor. Hu Fan had just reached into the arrow bag to prepare for the fourth arrow. The arrow had already come straight to his face. He didn't even have time to bow his head. In a hurry, the thunder bow blocked the front and twisted his head to the other side.
With a "boom", the arrow was unbiased and shot the bowstring wrapped around the six beast tendons, just like the bowstring thicker than a child's arm. Under the power of this arrow, it was broken into more than ten pieces. The scattered broken string passed through Hu Fan's face, leaving six or seven inches long and a few deep scars on his face, as if the blade of a flying knife was cut through. As for his beard, several strands were cut and drifted in the air. As for the arrow that shot the bowstring, the castration was not over, and it shot a archer guard behind Hu Fan and penetrated his throat.
Hu Fan rolled back and fell backwards. He didn't care about the injuries on his face, but he instinctively wanted to continue pulling the bow, but his hands were empty. Only then did he realize that his bowstring was broken like this, and he stood on the ground with nothing to say.