Zhao Feng held the 120-pound copper mace in one hand and danced so tightly that his martial aura could almost form a dragnet.
No matter whether the enemy's attack was as fast as lightning or as violent as the wind and rain, he sat firmly on the back of the horse with his feet clamped on the horse's belly.
It looks relaxed on the surface, but actually it sounds alarming inside.
The strength of the bearded military general in front of me is definitely not comparable to those of his previous opponents. Regardless of speed, strength and combat experience, he is almost as good as him! It seems impossible to take off everyone's head in thirty or forty rounds as expected. .
The flags are flying, the cold wind is howling.
But no one felt the slightest chill.
Everyone stared intently at the anxious battle situation.
In the center of the battlefield, dust was flying and martial energy was raging.
Shen Tang put his hands in front of his eyebrows to look at his eyes. The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong. Unfortunately, several familiar military generals were recovering from injuries. Needless to say, Captain Yang would never be able to go to the battlefield again in this life. Gong Shuwu had not yet After regaining its prosperity, he stayed behind.
As for brothers Zhai Le and Zhai Huan——
They had previously escaped from Xiaocheng and were chased all the way. They also encountered Shao Chong having a mad attack, and they had not yet fully recovered.
In other words——
She was the only "military general" in Shen Tang's army.
Ah, does anyone still remember that she was a literary scholar?
At this time, Gu Chi's words woke up the dreamer.
He said: "The mace is usually a double weapon, right?"
These words reached Shen Tang's ears clearly.
Only then did Shen Tang fully realize what was wrong.
Copper maces usually appear in pairs.
Why did Zhao Feng use a single mace?
Most of the one-handed weapons are more lethal than a copper mace, and are easier to use in close combat. Furthermore, Zhao Feng's two arms are equally strong and strong, so there seems to be no possibility of being "partial".
Could it be——
A guess came to her mind: Zhao Fengzang was clumsy?
Leader Wu Xian is also paying close attention to the battle situation.
All of them were brave warriors or literary scholars, with excellent ears and eyesight. Seeing Zhao Feng and the rebel generals fighting hard at the foot of the mountain, some people secretly broke into a cold sweat. The rebels could not afford to lose the first battle, but the Allies This side can't afford to lose even more.
The Alliance Army was improvised by small forces.
Although there are far more people than the 10,000 rebels, their people's hearts are far less unified than theirs, and their morale is equally easy to shake. Once morale drops sharply and people's hearts are not unified, and the rebels launch a general attack, their side is afraid that they will be completely defeated... Everyone secretly observed Leader Wu Xian.
Gu Ren on one side said: "Leader Wu, this -"
They need to be prepared with both hands.
Even if Zhao Feng loses, his head cannot be taken away.
Losing and losing completely are somewhat different.
Unexpectedly, leader Wu Xian still looked as stable and confident as ever, not worried that Zhao Feng would be defeated and lose his life in the battle. Gu Ren guessed that Wu Xian should have a back-up here, and temporarily suppressed the worries that were rising in his heart. Come down.
Although he wanted to wait and see what would happen, just in case, Gu Ren secretly signaled to the soldiers under the tent. After receiving the order, the soldiers quietly rushed to Chao Lian's side. When Chao Lian saw the soldiers, he had an idea and asked
Said: "What instructions do you have, my lord?"
The soldier whispered into his ear, and Chao Lian nodded in understanding.
"Go and reply to my lord and tell me that I understand."
The soldier felt relieved to go back after receiving the reply.
Gu Ren could keep his composure, but the others did not have the endurance. They were all on pins and needles, anxious and panicked, not knowing what to do. One person pretended to whisper to the person next to him: "Brother Wu, don't you?"
Are you worried that your generals will be lost here?"
Such a brave warrior must naturally play his best role.
It would be too much and not worthwhile to discount it here.
Another person chuckled: "Leader Wu is not like us who have a poor family. He has a lot of talents. I heard that the six generals in his account are all from extraordinary backgrounds. They may have their own considerations." Although he spoke in a low voice, who here is not smart and smart?
These words also reached Wu Xian's ears word for word.
His fingers resting on his lap kept tapping, which seemed messy but actually followed a strange melody. Finally, he reacted and turned to chat with his confidant, the soap-shirted scribe, while laughing.
"Gongsu, it's rare to see Dayi so happy..."
The soap-shirted scribe said quietly: "When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent."
A courageous warrior is different from a literary scholar.
The latter can use mental calculations to make up for the lack of Wenqi strength. A second-grade Chinese Wenxin may also be beaten by a ninth-grade Wenxin, but Wu Guang warriors are different. Each level is separated by a ravine. The higher the Wu Guang level,
The ravine is bigger and bigger.
Among high-level brave warriors, unless they fight hard, it is difficult to cross the level to challenge, let alone succeed in the challenge - typical examples are Yang Duwei and Gong Xiqiu. This group is like a pyramid, the number becomes smaller as you go up, and they collide with each other.
The chance of arriving is also smaller.
With Zhao Feng's strength, he usually only trains alone or competes with a few acquaintances. There are so many familiar faces coming and going, and they know each other's skills. However, he still cannot completely let go of his hands and feet to fight life and death. It is quite suffocating to restrain his hands in a fight.
Qu.
He is also a slow-burning player.
When sparring with others, he often feels that he has finished warming up, there is enough foreplay, and the opponent has already finished fighting. It is completely frustrating plus!
Although Zhao Feng was fighting with others in a stalemate, everyone who knew him knew that he was completely excited after his warm-up!
Leader Wu Xian smiled and said: "Hahaha, that's true."
The soap-shirted scribe withdrew his eyes from the battlefield, and turned his eyes to Qi Shan, who was beside Shen Tang in the distance. The latter seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look over. The two people's eyes met in the air, and then turned away in tacit understanding.
The soap-shirted scribe frowned and pursed his lips.
At this moment, a huge impact suddenly erupted on the battlefield that made the ground tremble. Under the gaze of the two armies, Zhao Feng's momentum suddenly increased, and the rich martial energy almost seeped out from under his skin, forming a thin layer of light red.
fog.
"Come and accept your fate——"
One from Zhao Feng's left hand.
Another copper mace appeared in the palm of his hand.
He blocked the enemy general's weapon with his right hand, and swung his copper mace with his left hand to strike hard at the opponent's Tianling Gai. The force of this blow was far greater than before, and the enemy general's horse neighed as if it was overwhelmed.
Taking advantage of the victory, Zhao Feng's horse collided with him and kicked him with his hoof.
The bearded general was not a vegetarian either.
He didn't dodge or give in, and took the move with force.
Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and the force of the iron mace left a ravine on the ground that was more than ten feet long. Sand and dust flew up for a moment, and the force of force was released towards the bearded general without any reservation.
clank clank——
In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of rounds of trembling.
Almost at the same time, the two men unleashed their martial aura and formed fierce beasts, biting and killing each other. As the saying goes, a layman only watches the fun, an expert watches the door. Everyone saw that after Zhao Feng used a pair of copper maces, his body seemed to open up.
Some kind of switch.
Outperforming the fierce beasts, the momentum is rising steadily.
The situation was initially evenly matched, but after dozens of rounds, the balance slowly but surely began to tilt towards his side.
Chao Lian's grip on the reins of the war horse loosened slightly.
If nothing unexpected happens, this game can be won.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
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Ah, it’s so annoying, I didn’t save the manuscript...
