"Chen Tian is just a reckless man, and the four-door battle just now was nothing more than child's play." Zhou Youfu escaped from death and returned to his boastful nature. While wringing out the blood-stained clothes, he commented: "If this young master had done anything, With 50,000 soldiers and warriors in hand, we captured the city of Gusu early. How could we be surrounded by the Xianyue Valley and exposed to the wind?
Stay?"
Everyone was silent.
In just half a stick of incense, most of the 8,000 private soldiers led by Gusu City were destroyed. In the end, not a few bottles of Guigen terracotta warriors were destroyed.
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Instead, he fled in panic, was soaked in the rain, and was trapped in the wilderness in a dilemma.
Now that they are all in such a state of embarrassment, how can my young master still have the nerve to mock Chen Tian? Although the Yanshi bunker is simple, but it is not exposed to wind and rain, wouldn't it be ten thousand times better?
Of course, everyone only dared to whisper these words in their hearts, and would never say anything out loud.
But Zhou Youfu didn't know it yet, and added in a crackling voice: "Wutu is indeed from a barbarian tribe, with a simple mind. The mammoth is huge, and it's still pouring rain. How can he cross the water safely?"
"In my opinion, the withdrawal route he chose is far less than one ten thousandth of my choice."
"Ah, yes, yes," everyone responded.
They wanted to pry open Zhou Youfu's Tianling cover to see if the rain was too heavy and water might have entered. Otherwise, how could he say such boastful words without any shame?
At this level, he still aspires to become a world-famous think tank and military advisor?
Everyone suddenly missed Wang Xiuge, the young city lord of Linjiang City. Although he came from a famous family, he did not have any airs of superiority. It was widely said that he loved soldiers as much as his own son, and was brave and resourceful.
After tonight, it is better to defect to Wang Xiuge as soon as possible. I heard that most of his soldiers were captured by Chen Tian. Now there is a shortage of loyal and righteous people. It is a good time for good ministers to choose their masters.
However, Zhou Youfu didn't know that his heart was gone, and he was still talking to himself: "Haha, Chen Tian is so smart, Pang Xingyun is so clever, these two sons are not as good as me!"
The words just fell.
The woods suddenly exploded and screamed.
"Laugh at your mother! I'll shoot you first!" Fan Changxiang pulled off his cloak and raincoat that was in the way, revealing his chainmail, and he swung the gun, "How dare you laugh at my god with the pustule on your neck? "
"The soldiers are riding on the face! I'll beat you into a coward!"
Fan Changxiang scolded him fiercely and struck even harder. He stabbed the guard in front of him with a spear, killing him instantly. The released spear immediately exploded his flesh and blood and pounced straight at Zhou Youfu.
Zhou Youfu was used to being pampered, and he had never encountered such an embarrassing scene before. He just stood there stupidly.
The guards were so anxious that they had no choice but to throw him to the ground, where he was covered in mud.
Feeling the warm blood and the splinters of wood splattered on his face, Zhou Youfu finally realized that death was very close at hand, and if he was not careful, his head would be dislocated.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he retreated in panic. As a result, Fan Changxiang suddenly jumped up and had a back-up move. He immediately followed him with his signature martial art, the carbine, with great momentum.
Poof!
The breast shield in front of Zhou Youfu was pierced by the green dragon spear, and it was as cracked as a net, and the bright red blood immediately spread like a tide.
Can the butt of a gun stab someone?
Evil!
Zhou Youfu was shocked and turned pale. He finally came to his senses. He spread his palms in front of him, bent down and walked around the barrel of the pewter gun, clenched his fists and struck hard.
The heavy punch carrying spiritual power was as fierce as a battering ram, and the loud sound of the wind caused ripples in the nearby air.
Fan Changxiang was ecstatic when he saw him fighting at close range. He didn't care about the heavy punch that was about to hit his ribs. He tilted the tip of his spear to the ground, stepped back from the pole with his legs and kicked violently.
Click!
Zhou Youfu never expected that Fan Changxiang was holding a long pole weapon and was not afraid of getting close to him, but now that it was over, he had no time to hide.
Of course, the boxer's strength was not as strong as his legs. His right wrist immediately made a toothache-inducing crunching sound and strangely turned outwards.
Even on a dark and rainy night, you can still see a piece of bone stubble piercing the skin, as white as jade and porcelain.
Zhou Youfu wailed, he fell into the mud and became as dirty as a beggar. He no longer had the dashing charm of a rich young man from Linjiang City.
Even if the personal guards wanted to save them, the Yongzi Battalion that had been ambushing them early had already arrived. Without Fan Changxiang's command, they had already set up diamond formations to enter the battle alternately.
These personal guards had already been defeated once in the Makino Tidal Flats, and their physical and spiritual strength were almost at the bottom. Now they were hit by heavy rain and did not recover, and they encountered the Yongzi Camp of the fresh army, and their strength was suddenly overwhelming.
The sword-wind white tiger roared out, crushing the forest trees and carrying a huge amount of wind and sand. It pounced again and again, instantly arousing bursts of screams.
The thunderous thunder intensified the military power of Yongzi Camp. The soldiers who had been depressed for many days were furious, and each one became more ruthless than the other.
Previously, it was Zhou Youfu who led the troops to harass and shout and curse all day long. Now that they met the real master, these soldiers immediately found an outlet and their anger was blazing.
The cold light of Mo Dao suddenly appeared in the forest from time to time, which was more frightening than thunder and lightning. Zhou Youfu got up and saw that most of the two to three hundred personal guards had fallen, and there was a splash of blood.
"ordinary man!"
"How dare you make a mistake!"
Zhou Youfu was furious, and his successive failures made him lose his mind. He pressed his palm and turned it into a folding fan, unfolded it like a screen, and then revealed an ink painting.
The sky was too dark, and the huge trees around him were towering into the sky. Fan Changxiang didn't see what it was at all. He jumped up and raised his gun and was about to strike down, but suddenly he felt a pain in his heart and it flew backwards a hundred feet.
Two cypress trees were broken in the middle, making a loud cracking sound. He raised his head with a gun and looked along the scattered branches, and saw a heavy armored cavalry galloping out from the folding fan.
Talking on paper?
Zhou Youfu actually knows the secret skills of military strategists?
Fan Changxiang was born in the Panlong Sect of Yanshan Mountain and was also a son of a military strategist. He had heard his father Fan Zhicheng mention this secret technique before.
This thing is very mysterious. Usually only military strategists and think tanks can practice it. If you have extraordinary talents, you can even strategize within a small area and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away.
However, he saw that Zhou Youfu's art of war on paper was obviously not yet perfect. The heavy armored cavalry that he realized had no flesh and blood, and looked like skeletons and monsters.
"Damn it!"
"Have you gone to the Gray Plains to summon souls? I'll marry your young lady!"
Fan Changxiang spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, turned over and pulled out the spear stuck on the ground, and went straight towards Zhou Youfu without hesitation.
The Panlong Sect guarded Yanshan Pass for generations and fought with the Snowfield Demon Clan in the Gray Plains for thousands of years, during which time countless of their descendants were killed.
The heavy armored cavalry embodied by Zhou Youfu were exactly the same as the Panlong Sect's costumes. Fan Changxiang didn't need to think about it, and he knew that Zhou Youfu had sneaked into Huiyuan and done some evil things.
Fan Changxiang was already furious after being harassed for many days. Now that he encountered this incident, he was even more furious.
Regardless of his injuries, he knocked over the guards blocking the road, held the spear tightly with both hands, gathered enough strength, and kicked off the ground to rush forward.
A long dragon with spear intention came into being, roaring, cruising and chanting.
The heavy armored cavalry could not withstand the mighty force of the spear at all. When it made slight contact with it head-on, it instantly collapsed, and the fire of the soul immediately dispersed like smoke.
Zhou Youfu was horrified. He saw Fan Changxiang crushing the throat of the last heavy rider and fighting in front of him. Zhou Youfu gritted his teeth and waved his folding fan. The gray plateau battle cloud pattern on it glowed with dazzling light, and two or three tall giant beasts suddenly jumped out.
Quanrong?
When Fan Changxiang saw the humpback wolf cavalry patrolling the surrounding area, he suddenly stopped and stood up sternly, dragging his spear diagonally.
