To release the martial spirit outside requires a large amount of spiritual power to maintain.
Zhao Hongying obviously couldn't fight Fan Changxiang. As his pupils shrank suddenly, the three-headed dragon was immediately thrown to the ground by Qinglong. Before he could even struggle, Qinglong had already stretched out his sharp claws and tore off the middle head of the three-headed dragon with one strike.
The roaring sound immediately turned into a wail, and the three dragons finally did not rise again for a long time. In an instant, they were dismantled into pieces, turning into little fluorescent lights and dissipating invisible.
Zhao Hongying was shocked.
He knew that if Fan Changxiang's offensive was not restrained, he would definitely lose this front-line battle. A flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, he stepped back and kicked the ground, straight into the shining spear tip.
Fan Changxiang was stunned. He didn't understand Zhao Hongying's motive. Could it be that he wanted to commit suicide?
But no matter how things develop, Fan Changxiang knows that victory will not come so easily, but he will never miss a good opportunity!
He didn't have any momentum to stop his momentum, so he still shot out like a dragon, facing the approaching Mingmen, he stabbed without hesitation.
Of course Zhao Hongying did not commit suicide. Taking the risk of being shot through his heart and lungs, he turned sideways to avoid it. The sharp spear point immediately penetrated the armor from the right side close to the chest, raising a large cloud of blood mist.
Based on this, he touched the mechanism hidden in the shaft of the three-pointed knife. He turned it slightly, and the three-pointed knife that had been firmly held under Fan Changxiang's arm suddenly only had half of it left.
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In Zhao Hongying's hand, a sharp short spear came out. At the moment when he passed by, he turned his elbow and smashed it into Fan Changxiang's ear.
Although the hard Doumo blocked the heavy attack, Fan Changxiang was still dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and felt a little distracted for a moment.
He quickly pushed the Qinglong spear hard and slammed it into the ground. He then released the three-pointed knife under his arm and caught it in his hand, then turned around to block.
Fan Changxiang had never used a three-pointed knife, let alone a three-pointed knife with only the blade left. He could only use it as a dagger to stop the short spear that was about to penetrate the pipa bone.
The situation of the war is changing rapidly.
But like the constant reversal of the two generals on the field, it was the first time for the soldiers on both sides to see it with their own eyes, and their whole hearts were in their throats.
"Zhao Hongying?" Seeing his extremely dangerous fighting style, Chen Tian suddenly thought of Li Chengfeng, "This person is quite ruthless."
In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that the Zhao family has little status in Linjiang City, ranking at the bottom of the major aristocratic families. If they don't achieve earth-shattering results in Makino, it will be difficult for the Zhao family to turn around.
Zhao Pingshan was an upright man, and his subordinate Zhao Hongying was naturally the same, willing to risk his life to win.
At this time, the fierce battle on the field was coming to an end.
Fan Changxiang and Zhao Pingshan held half of a three-pointed knife against each other's throat. Neither of them dared to move, and they were inseparable.
Zhao Pingshan clapped his horse and walked out of the camp gate, raising his hand to signal the attendants to ring the gong. This was a signal to withdraw the troops, which meant that Zhao Hongying should first put down his weapons and admit defeat.
"Hongying, half of the weapon has been taken away. The victory or defeat has been decided. Come back and be punished."
Everyone has blood, not to mention that Zhao Hongying is also a fierce general. He held a short spear and pressed it against Fan Changxiang's throat, refusing to let go and turning a deaf ear.
"Changxiang, in a hundred moves, you failed to win even half of them, and your skills are inferior. Why don't you return to the team to review?" Chen Tian also rode into the field, and the meaning behind his words was similar to that of Zhao Pingshan.
But Fan Changxiang was obviously more amenable to discipline. At the same time, because he stabbed Zhao Hongying, he was safe and sound, and he felt relieved easily.
"General Zhao is indeed an extraordinary warrior. I have learned from you." Fan Changxiang handed back the three-pointed knife, pressed his palm to retract the green spear Changxiang, and walked straight back to Chen Tian regardless of Zhao Hongying's surprised look.
Chen Tian gave him a look of relief, and then said to Zhao Pingshan: "You're okay? I'm here to thank General Zhao."
"Oh? How can I thank you?" "Zhao's swordsmanship is so superb that it is a pleasure to watch. This department has gained a lot of knowledge." Chen Tian looked respectful, and regardless of whether Zhao Pingshan believed it or not, he added again, "Seventy thousand refugees are a great addition.
The power of Wubao people can also be said to be a timely help
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Say it.
Chen Tian dismounted, took the bundle of silk, and handed it to Zhao Pingshan with a humble gesture.
After Zhao Pingshan untied it, he discovered that it was the three-pointed, two-edged sword that was defeated and taken away by Chen Tian in the Battle of Muye. However, after some repairs, it was as bright as new.
A three-headed dragon with intricate carvings was clinging to it, so lifelike that he didn't need to think about it carefully to know that it was Chen Tian's compensation for killing Wuhun.
Beauties love red makeup, heroes love magic weapons.
Zhao Pingshan rubbed the three-pointed knife, squinted his eyes deeply and looked at Chen Tian, and after a long time he said: "City Lord Chen does not need to give such generous gifts. He himself is responsible for military orders. If there are soldiers dispatched from the main tent, he will still use them without mercy."
"That's right." Chen Tian didn't feel a little embarrassed that his face was offended, and said seriously, "Seventy thousand refugees came to seek refuge. I learned that the women among them were not harmed, and they were not searched."
"It can be seen that General Zhao has a kind heart and is not an ordinary soldier. He is worthy of being honest and friendly with me."
Chen Tian really didn't mean to compliment Zhao Pingshan. You must know that the propaganda of Beicaoxi Caravan and Limen disciples widely attracted the common people of Luwu Mountain, and the effect was very good.
Of course, there are also farmers near Gusu City, but these people must have been exploited again by soldiers and officials along the way when they fled. By the time the Beicaoxi caravan took over, these people were already penniless.
All that was left of the body was the tattered clothes that barely covered the body. The somewhat attractive female family members were either ruined or detained.
Therefore, the 70,000 refugees received in the past few days passed through the hands of Zhao Pingshan's Zhanzi camp, and Qiu did not commit any crimes, which was enough for Chen Tian to distinguish them from other coalition forces.
In this rotten world, Zhao Pingshan is undoubtedly a benevolent person, and he is worthy of a pleasant conversation.
"Chengcheng Master Chen has made a serious statement. This headquarters has not been able to do the dirty things that have happened so often." Zhao Pingshan's face softened slightly, and he got off his horse, "As a soldier in the army, you have the responsibility to defend the territory, and you can't do small things in your job."
Just mention it."
Chen Tian nodded slightly and bowed his hands in respect, showing no sign of the urgency of the two generals fighting desperately just now.
Zhao Pingshan received 10,000 pieces of silver and a magical weapon. It would be inappropriate not to return the gift. After thinking about it, he ordered people to bring more than ten saury fish.
Linjiang City is relatively far from Makino. There is not only a Gusu City in between, but also a Luosu River that spans more than 800 miles.
The saury produced there is of course not contaminated. They are all exaggeratedly large, with scales as big as copper coins, a total of three feet from head to tail, and weighing more than a hundred kilograms.
"It's just a small gift, it's not respectful, I hope Lord Chen will accept it."
"Saury is very fresh in season. Since the season has come, I'm still blessed with this kind of food." Chentian knew that Zhao Pingshan was willing to return the gift, and the relationship became closer. Not to mention that what he gave was a local product, even if it was just a piece of grass.
Chentian also wants to praise him.
After talking about the trivial matters of life, the atmosphere on the field became more relaxed, and it was completely impossible to see that the two armies were incompatible enemies.
It was noon, and the cook started cooking a meal. Chen Tian invited Zhao Pingshan to join them for a banquet. What was just an open space on the battlefield immediately turned into a grand banquet.
Chen Tian's taste has always been light, and he has never gone too far with his soldiers. The food table in front of him only has one more plate of fried okra than the soldiers, which is the same.
Zhao Pingshan sat down and saw thick meat-filled pancakes and fine salt-pickled bean paste. He sighed and said, "Is this all the Lord Chen eats with his army?"
"That's right, the army is out there and logistical supplies are very difficult, so just eat whatever you have." Chen Tian didn't know what he meant and spoke vaguely.
As a result, Zhao Pingshan exclaimed: "The food for your army is so generous. No wonder you can easily take over 70,000 refugees." "Ah?" Chen Tian was confused.