Liu Zheng's words made everyone in the audience confused.
Everyone looked at it.
But looking at Liu Zheng's serious face, there was no hint of joking.
The atmosphere suddenly became weird.
"puff......"
Prince Xie Fang was the first to be unable to bear it any longer. He pointed at Liu Zheng and laughed: "What are you talking about? Beat him one by one?"
The others also laughed out loud and shook their heads in disbelief.
The third prince Xie Ling snorted: "We know that the Yinzhou Army's combat power is amazing, but we shouldn't regard the world's heroes as nothing, right? Is Liu Zhizhou exaggerating!"
Not only these people, but also King Wei smiled softly, thinking it was just a junior joking.
Manager Zhou sighed and said, "Liu Zhizhou, don't be too full of words..."
Liu Zheng smiled solemnly and said: "Changfeng, take the lead in the battle, do you have any objections?"
Qin Changfeng, who was below, burst out laughing when he heard this: "Changfeng has this intention and is only waiting for the order from King Wei!"
Many people's expressions changed upon hearing this, and they scolded Qin Changfeng in a low voice for being too arrogant.
King Wei smiled angrily and said: "Okay, okay, General Xiao, let's get out of the way for now, let the Yinzhou soldiers come first!"
"General Xiao?"
"He's actually here?"
"It's indeed him!"
The crowd screamed in surprise.
This General Xiao is the fifth-ranked Xiao Qian among the eight best generals under King Wei! He has followed King Wei since he was a child. He is a young talent of the Qingzhou Army brought out by King Wei. In the war against the Qiang people, he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats and gained fame.
Not weak.
I saw Xiao Qian, wearing heavy armor, coldly raising his spear towards Qin Changfeng as a provocation, and everyone was in an uproar.
"It looks great now!"
"Hahahaha, let this kid be arrogant!"
Prince Xie Fang was extremely happy.
Du Biao was worried: "Brother Liu, this Xiao Qian is a great person."
Liu Zheng smiled and said nothing.
Qin Changfeng was too lazy to respond to this provocation. He turned around and glanced at the three thousand cavalrymen on the side of the Baiya Army, his eyes bright: "Mo Dao soldiers!"
"exist!"
Three thousand Yinzhou soldiers were immediately replaced with Mo Dao... This scene made people hold their foreheads and refused to watch.
Is there anyone else who fights like this?
How many weapons can one person hold and change at any time?
Are you sure you're not here to sell weapons?
What they didn't know was that Liu Zheng's original intention of coming to Baiya this time was really to sell weapons.
"Prepare for war!"
"yes!"
Three thousand Yinzhou soldiers, equipped with Mo Dao, landed one after another, leaving their horses aside.
"Mo Dao?"
King Wei's eyes lit up when he saw it.
The reputation of this Mo Dao has been very popular recently, especially the Xiongnu's extended scimitar. Based on the experience gained from this Mo Dao, relying on the lengthened scimitar, he directly captured the five fortresses of Longyan and was unstoppable for a while.
Others also looked at it.
The prince couldn't help but smile and said: "Liu Zhizhou, the Yinzhou soldiers are famous all over the world for their multi-arm cooperation. Today's single-arms operation is probably..."
Liu Zheng glanced at him unexpectedly, thinking that this guy was not really a drunkard, but he had some eyesight, and he knew that the Yinzhou Army's strongest combat capability was his mutant Yuanyang Formation.
But he was not worried about Qin Changfeng at all.
He knew that since Qin Changfeng made this choice, he had absolute confidence.
"This Yinzhou soldier doesn't take our brothers seriously!"
"Kill me well!"
"This is too much of an insult to me. No one should be allowed to live!"
At this time, the officers and soldiers of the Baiya Army on the racecourse were all filled with indignation. Each one of them was holding a long sword and wanted to resist the world-famous Liangzhou cavalry?
"kill!"
"rush!"
This fight was not agreed upon in advance.
This made Liu Zheng couldn't help but frown.
But for the aristocratic gentlemen of this class present, these people are from poor families, and they will die when they die, and they will not feel sorry for them.