(Thank you Marshal Siwen for the big reward, please collect it)
"Use a knife!"
Liu Ling only said two words, and then took the lead to get on the horse. The red lion, which had not been on the battlefield for a long time, barked happily, and the white air spurting out of its nose was full of murderous intent. Liu Ling's red lion was from Han Dynasty.
The only war horse in the army that was not afraid to be with the horses of the Shura Camp cavalry. It seemed to be adapted to the smell of blood on the battlefield. The red lion was eager to try every time he saw the horses of the Shura Camp. I don’t know if he wanted to
Compare with the opponent. Perhaps only Liu Ling has guessed the thoughts of his proud war horse. This guy... wants to take him as his younger brother when he sees an outstanding horse!
Nineteen Shura Camp cavalry, plus Hua Ling, twenty cavalry mounted their horses one after another, drawing their swords. Hua Ling's face was very exciting, he really didn't expect that the prince actually wanted to capture the Meng Hu himself. And the nineteen Shura Camp cavalry
His face was expressionless, cold and indifferent, just like nineteen ice sculptures.
"Let's go!"
Liu Ling smiled and rushed out of the camp gate first.
Twenty cavalry followed closely behind him, divided into two teams. After Liu Ling's red lion rushed out, it jumped twice with joy. It seemed that it liked the feeling of returning to the battlefield very much.
Seeing that the distance between the two sides was only about 150 steps, Liu Ling ordered: "No shooting, capture alive!"
Hua Ling, who had placed the armor-piercing awl on the hard bow, gave a wry smile and put away the bow and arrows again. Following Liu Ling's blade movements, twenty cavalrymen separated behind him, forming a formation with Liu Ling's blade.
An arrow that pierced the air! Eighty paces, Liu Ling took a deep breath, and then put down his visor. The Shura battalion cavalry behind him did the same action. After putting down his visor, only a pair of cold eyes were revealed.
A Shura camp cavalry team member and Hua Ling protected Liu Ling's sides on the left and right. Two long swords with unsheathed swords were shining in the sun.
The reason why Liu Ling ordered not to fire arrows was because he knew that the three hundred right guard cavalry under Meng Hu had no arrows at this time! During this desperate flight, their bows and arrows had long been
It's exhausted. The enemy has no bows and arrows, so I won't use them. The enemy comes in a panic and lacks physical strength, so I only use twenty people to fight against the enemy. To be fair, Liu Ling wants these two words. He wants the city to still resist.
Let’s take a look at the Zhou troops, and let those Zhou troops who were controlled by Yang Ye but not sincerely surrendered see how their general Meng Hu was defeated.
Meng Hu raised his long spear and aimed at the enemy general who was rushing towards the front.
"Kill! Da Zhou will win!"
The slogan that I had not shouted for three years was blurted out again!
Suddenly, Meng Hu's hands that were holding the stick trembled violently. His face changed drastically, and his mind was shocked! The raised stick trembled slightly, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. His eyes were tight.
Staring at the enemy general rushing towards him, his mouth went dry.
Black armor, red horse, long sword.
It's Liu Ling!
Meng Hu's eyes immediately widened, and he didn't believe his own judgment.
His mind went blank at this moment. He could not have imagined that now that he was at this point, the Han army's commander-in-chief and regent Liu Ling would actually come to fight in person? Moreover, he only brought twenty cavalry with him! Meng Hu smiled bitterly,
Liu Ling, what are you doing? Do you want to further humiliate me? Don’t you know that the moment you sent the chasing troops to retreat, my dignity was completely humiliated by you?
What followed immediately was overwhelming anger.
Okay, okay, okay! Since you are so arrogant that you think that the current General Youwei is only worthy of you leading twenty people to fight, then what should I be afraid of? In short, it is just death. Before I die, I will pull you, who is now in Han Dynasty.
You are such a high and mighty man, what does it matter if I die?
One life for another, I have earned it!
Meng Hu roared: "The one coming from the other side is Han Marshal Liu Ling! Brothers, tear him alive!"
This was the first time that Sun Li faced Liu Ling. He didn't know Liu Ling, and Liu Ling naturally wouldn't know him. But Sun Li had an unforgettable hatred for Liu Ling! His grandfather was the Marshal of the Great Zhou Army.
Sun Xuandao died in the hands of Liu Ling. Precisely because of Sun Xuandao's death, the Sun family, once the first family in the army, has now been ruined. If Sun Li's father can still wear a little bit of Sun Xuandao
The shadow of his grandfather is lingering, and by his generation, it is difficult for him to be shrouded in his grandfather's halo. In the Zhou army, the Sun family has fallen.
After the chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Sun family's status in the army plummeted. A third-generation descendant of the Sun family like him would no longer get much respect after joining the army.
And the culprit who caused all this is Liu Ling, the regent of Han Dynasty!
kill!
Sun Li roared, waving his bleeding arms and gritting his teeth.
The four or five soldiers felt the anger and murderous intention of the commander. They had already ignored life and death and separated in a tacit understanding. With the commander as the arrow, they protected Sun Li's left and right, forming a miniature cone-shaped attack formation, facing the enemy.
Liu Ling's cavalry killed him. Anyway, he was dead. Being able to drag that famous person to die with him was considered a glorious death.
Liu Ling saw several people speeding towards him. He admired Zhou Jun's courage before his death, but he didn't really pay attention to it. He has this qualification now because he is a winner.
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The blade pointed forward, and the cavalry behind him followed Liu Ling towards the attack formation formed by those few people.
When Sun Li saw that Liu Ling had arrived not far in front of him, he unleashed all his strength and slashed at Liu Ling's throat with a knife. Although the murderous horizontal knife had cut a gap, it was still sharp.
He wants revenge, even if he is hacked to death by the soldiers behind Liu Ling, he still wants revenge!
With a clang, the two knives intersected, and the violent impact wiped out a series of sparks. Liu Ling's long knife knocked away Sun Li's horizontal knife, and his left hand reached out, and at the moment the two people passed each other, he pinched
He grabbed Sun Li's throat! He grabbed Sun Li's neck with his left hand and directly lifted Sun Li off the horse!
Hua Ling and the cavalry from the Shura Camp repelled the Zhou army who wanted to take over, and all the weapons thrust at Liu Ling were deflected by them. The smell of blood erupting from the Shura Camp cavalry made the Zhou army's horses extremely angry.
Unable to adapt. As the war horses neighed, several of Sun Li's soldiers were killed by the Shura camp's cavalry like they were chopping melons and vegetables. Like an egg blocked in front of an armor-piercing cone, Sun Li's team shattered with a bang!
Liu Ling galloped on his horse, holding Sun Li in one hand, like the god of war coming to the dust!
The moment Sun Li's throat was grabbed by Liu Ling's big hand, the violent impact made his throat hurt, and he immediately suffocated. His throat seemed to be blocked, and no air flow passed through. His vision went dark, and he managed to hold on without passing out.
Before he could recover, he vaguely felt his body being lifted a little higher again.
Liu Ling lifted Sun Li above his head, and seemed to vaguely hear the person he was holding murmuring the words "I hate you." But he didn't think much about it, and stabbed Sun Li to the ground fiercely!
With a bang, Sun Li's body fell heavily to the ground, his vision went dark, and then he was trampled by the Shura camp cavalry behind Liu Ling. His chest collapsed, his bones were broken, and his flesh was rotten.
Meng Hu roared loudly, and his eyes instantly turned red!
"Liu Ling! I swear to kill you!"
Meng Hu spurred on his horse and rushed over. With a head-on thrust, he stabbed Liu Ling in the head. The thrust was filled with anger and the speed was astonishing. In addition, the two people were facing each other, and they looked like Liu Ling.
Ling directly slammed his head towards Meng Hu's Feng Feng. At the moment when Hua Ling turned pale in fright, Liu Ling turned his head slightly, dodged the Feng Feng, and thrust the long knife that exuded a mysterious blue light towards the Feng Feng.
Pressing on the pole, the blade pointed forward, and following the inertia, the long knife cut hard along the pole.
Blood splattered, and all four of Meng Hu's fingers were cut off by the long knife.
Before Meng Hu could feel the pain, the snake-like long knife turned and the back of the knife hit his chest hard!
Liu Ling reined in the horse, handed the sword to his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and lifted Meng Hu up from the horse's back after his chest was hit so hard that several ribs were broken in an instant. He put it under his armpit and blocked Meng Hu with the sword in his left hand.
Ma Shan, who was stabbed by the soldier, cut off half of the soldier's head with a backhand knife. Blood and brains spurted out, white, red, and extremely bloody.
He stopped, but the Shura Camp cavalry behind him rushed towards the right guard cavalry like twenty real tigers. When Liu Ling urged the horse to charge again, and was protected by four Shura Camp cavalry,
Hua Ling, who took over the position on his shoulder, had already torn apart the formation of the three hundred cavalrymen on the right guard.
Liu Ling threw Meng Hu onto the saddle, brandished his knife and shouted: "Kill through!"
Twenty-one riders, twenty-one long swords.
Like the twenty-one asuras in hell, killing people like hemp.
The 300-horse Zhou army was torn in half by the 21-horse Han army. Liu Ling's cavalry was like a pair of scissors, cutting the Zhou army's cloth in one fell swoop. Passing along the way,
The soldiers of the Zhou army fell off their horses one after another, and no one was a match for the Shura camp cavalry. Long swords were flying, and lives were harvested one after another.
The leather armor was cut open, and blood spurted out like a waterfall. The wound was long and deep, and the blood could not be stopped at all. The Right Guardsman, whose belly was cut open, blocked the wound with his hand, but his intestines passed through the gap in his hand.
He squeezed out. He fell off the horse and lay on the ground. The last thing he saw was the vast and endless sky, which was clear and washed with blood.
The cavalry from the Shura Battalion broke through the enemy formation. After rushing over, everyone's faceplates were spattered with blood. The horses smelled the smell of blood and snorted, becoming more and more excited.
With a finger of Liu Ling's blade, the twenty-one cavalrymen completed their turn in a beautiful arc and once again charged towards the right guard's cavalry. They lost their leader, and at the same time, the courage they had just burst out
They were also beaten to pieces. The long knife shining with azure light, like a nightmare, wrapped around their bodies and their already trembling souls, lingering. There was no suspense, Zhou Jun’s queue was again
It was cut open at once and dozens of bodies were left behind.
Liu Ling laughed heartily and returned to the camp with twenty Han troops!
Two hundred Zhou troops gathered together and looked blankly at the Han troops returning to camp, feeling at a loss.
In just a confrontation, the 21-horse Han army defeated him so easily?
That sword, that black armor, that red horse.
Liu Ling galloped into the camp, threw Meng Hu to the ground, turned over and dismounted: "Tell the right guard cavalry outside to surrender without killing! They are all real warriors. If they refuse to surrender, their soldiers will be fulfilled."
Have courage."
Just as he was talking, more than 200 right-hand guard cavalrymen outside the camp suddenly shouted: "The Great Zhou Dynasty will win!"
The sword that killed the enemy pierced their chests, and they watched their blood flow down, still bright and dazzling.
It landed with a crash, like a mountain falling. (To be continued)
