Wei Ran and Zhao Si were wearing iron armor and followed Chen Cheng. They had long discovered that when they followed Chen Cheng, they never reached the point of exhaustion. Even if they were hit, the damage they received was far less than usual. Moreover, when they were injured,
After that, it will heal quickly. If it is a minor flesh injury, it can basically heal within one night.
They had discussed this matter privately, wondering whether Chen Cheng could use magic or magic, which was not something normal people should have. But regardless of whether it was magic or magic, they were allowed to follow Chen Cheng.
When they were behind him, they became more and more brave and fearless. Not only them, but also the soldiers who were working hard on the road together were like this.
A team of seven to eight hundred people marched in the wilderness and soon attracted the attention of the Wuhuan people. They were surprised at first, and then laughed loudly at these enemies who were like mud monkeys. Amidst the enemy's laughter, Chen Cheng led his people and rushed to the camp.
Within thirty steps, he first threw two javelins, then picked up the big ax and rushed forward.
He has discovered that although the sword and shield can effectively protect himself, it cannot bring out his full fighting power. It happened to be after the rain, and the power of the bow and arrow was greatly reduced, so he abandoned the shield, held the battle ax in both hands, and rushed to
In front of the gate, an ax knocked down the gate.
The Wuhuan people in the camp were still laughing at the enemy. First, dozens of them were knocked down by a burst of javelins and spears, and then the gate was blown to pieces. The Wuhuan people made a loud noise, picked up various weapons and rushed towards the gate.
The ax in Chen Cheng's hand has a long handle and weighs twenty or thirty kilograms. If the ax is struck down, the weapon and the person will be split in half.
He danced the ax like a windmill and killed more than twenty people in succession. Although he was wearing two layers of armor and carrying a load of sixty kilograms, he still moved like the wind, showing no signs of fatigue. The crows around him
Huan Ren's face turned pale as he was killed. Suddenly someone shouted something loudly, and then similar shouts rang out from all over the camp.
When Chen Cheng saw the enemy running away and yelling wildly, and a word appeared repeatedly, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. When he shouted the name of God in his heart, shouldn't he rush forward bravely and blow himself up? Why are these barbarians?
But he's running around with his hands and feet wildly dancing?
Seeing the enemies fleeing in all directions, he turned around and asked Ding Yuan, who was following behind him wearing armor and holding soldiers, "What are they shouting?"
Ding Yuan looked complicated and said respectfully: "They are talking about General Shenwei Tian!"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"This is the honorific title given to you by those barbarians. They shouted that General Shenweitian is coming, and everyone should run away."
"Hahaha," Chen Cheng laughed loudly and said, "These people are quite knowledgeable!"
He raised his ax and shouted: "I am Chen Cheng, who dares to fight me to the death?"
The roar was like thunder, and the sound shook the whole country.
However, no one answered him, and the Wuhuan people with their backs turned to him ran faster. So he was not polite, and after leading his men to kill through the camp, he headed for the second camp. The people in the second camp
The Hu people were already prepared. Many soldiers with pale faces were blocking the door with swords, guns, swords and halberds. They looked quite impenetrable.
When Chen Cheng came to the entrance of the camp, densely packed spears, axes and bows and arrows were thrown out. He turned the ax sideways, covered his face with the axe, buried his head and hit it. The arrows were all soft, but on the contrary
Throwing spears and flying axes posed a greater threat. He received a few blows on his body but seemed to be fine.
"boom!"
As if an elephant had hit the door panel, the thick wooden door immediately dented inward. The wood stubble flew away, and the few barbarians crowded in the back were shocked, and then fell softly. Some others were hit by the wood.
During the stabbing, he screamed and fell down holding his head and face.
The barbarians behind the door all retreated, leaving a semicircular open space.
"boom!"
The door was hit again, and everyone in the camp felt their hearts beating wildly and their limbs weak.
"boom!"
Another impact caused the door to shatter. Chen Cheng bent down and got in through the hole. He looked around and roared again: "I am Chen Cheng, who dares to fight with me?"
All the barbarians around him looked at him in disbelief. Qiu Liju shouted from behind the crowd: "Come on, I will reward the person who kills him with a thousand sheep!"
There must be brave men under the heavy reward, but these people have already seen Chen Cheng's unparalleled martial arts. Although they are eager to try, they are still a little hesitant. Chen Cheng wanted to look behind the crowd and see Qiu Liju wearing gold and silver, how majestic he was. Knowing this
He was a noble man among the barbarians. He showed his white teeth, pointed at the opponent and shouted: "Do you dare to fight me?"
Qiu Liju was trembling all over, not daring to look at him, so he hid his face and retreated. Chen Cheng was about to catch up when an arrow suddenly shot from the tent on the side. The arrow came with a fierce force and a tricky angle. Chen Cheng couldn't react in time and shot
He was hit in the ribs. An arrow shot through the heavy iron armor, and the arrow penetrated three points of his flesh. The pain made him angry, he turned around quickly, and then ran wildly in the direction of the arrow.
In the tent, the eagle shooter had just pulled back the string of his bow again when he saw Chen Cheng running over. His heart suddenly jumped, and he shot out the arrow before the bow was fully drawn. Chen Cheng knocked the arrow away and raised the ax with a grin.
Get up. The Condor Shooter screamed in despair, watching the bright light flash before his eyes. A big ax struck his head, cutting him in half.
The tent collapsed. Chen Cheng picked up the iron bow on the ground, then pulled out the arrow from his ribs with his backhand, and shot it into the crowd. The five-stone iron bow was extremely powerful, as powerful as a crossbow. The bowstring vibrated.
As soon as the sound sounded, a scream came from behind the crowd.
In the distance, Qiu Liju was shot through the shoulder by an arrow and fell to the ground. The soldiers rushed out and helped him escape.
Seeing that Chen Cheng was injured, the spearmen who had been hesitating just now rushed forward with shouts. Chen Cheng waved his axe, and all the spears were shattered. Ignoring the stabs and chops from behind, he rushed into the crowd, one by one with his axe.
The bloody and cruel killing only lasted a short time. I don’t know when or who started to escape first, maybe it was when Wei Ran and others rushed in. After a while, the barbarians in the camp
He fled around, snatched the horses, and started running wildly into the wild. Chen Cheng laughed wildly, and the pain in his ribs seemed to make him stronger.
He ignored the fleeing barbarians and continued to advance with his men, defeating five camps one after another. The forty soldiers under his command were lucky enough to follow the vanguard officer and kill some fish that slipped through the net.
The excitement became violent. Tian Yu's tribe behind them couldn't tell the pain. They didn't enjoy the "infinite physical strength" BUFF. They rushed in the mud for more than ten miles and had at least four or five kilograms of mud on their bodies. It was early.
Just tired.
But seeing that their comrades in front were still moving forward, they could only grit their teeth and keep up.
The Han army did not kill many enemies. Except for hundreds of people in the first two camps, there was basically no fighting in the back. Before they could rush in, the people inside had already fled into the wilderness on horseback.
Chen Cheng didn't even hesitate, shouting "Who dares to fight me?" while making a fuss.
By the time he rushed to the river, he was already separated from the friendly forces behind him by a long distance. Although Wei Ran, Zhao Si and others were in his team sequence and enjoyed the benefit of never losing physical strength, they did not move as fast as him.
, wearing dozens of kilograms of iron armor, it’s hard to get up quickly in the mud even if you want to.
Four to five thousand barbarians crowded together by the river, and their war horses ran around in the mud. They found that the horses could not run in the mud, so they dismounted and ran frantically toward the pontoon. Because of the rain,
The water level of the river surged, and the pontoon bridge made of sheepskin rafts was already loose. So many people crowded on it, and soon the pontoon began to sway.
As countless people screamed, the pontoon shook more and more violently. When the shaking reached a peak, the rope suddenly broke.
Hundreds of people screamed and fell into the river, shouting for help, but no one paid attention. When the barbarian people on the riverside saw that the pontoon bridge was broken, they couldn't help crying. Thousands of people cried together, and the sound shook the river. This
This situation of countless people crying together seemed familiar, which made Chen Cheng wake up from the frenzy of killing.
He looked back at the friendly troops who were struggling to come over, and then at the enemies fleeing along the river. The numerical gap between the two sides had not been reversed, and it was not yet time to show mercy. Only the strong have the qualifications to be benevolent and righteous.
The fish on the chopping board can only be tolerated.
So he put down a trace of intolerance in his heart, raised his big ax and continued to charge forward. Seeing that they could not escape, these barbarians who were forced into a desperate situation were inspired to become ferocious. Hundreds of them turned around and killed Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng
He picked up his ax and rushed forward, aiming at the person in front and slashing Huashan with all his strength.
The Hu man in front was a warrior in the tribe and had always been known for his physical strength. When he slashed at his face with a strong wind, Chen Cheng raised the ax and struck without hesitation. The ax came last and struck first, chopping the Hu man's head into pieces.
Red and white sputtered out. Seeing how ferocious he was, the people behind him hesitated, but Chen Cheng rushed forward and chopped down more than a dozen people in succession.
The remaining enemies immediately threw away their weapons and began to run wildly.
When the warriors stood up and prepared to slay the dragon, the cries of the barbarians stopped. They watched the battle by the river with hope. But hope soon turned into despair. Many people ignored the rapids of the river and
He jumped in with a "plop-plop" sound and was immediately swept away by the river.
The others were running wildly around. It didn't matter if they couldn't outrun the terrifying dragon, as long as they could outrun their companions.
At the foot of Guanzi City, when the rebels and Gongsun Zan's soldiers finally collided, a bloody hand-to-hand battle began. Both sides had the same equipment, the same formation, and even the same number of people. Zhang Chun was unwilling to use all the troops in his hands.
Even if they were released, he couldn't do that. These rebels composed of Han people were the backbone of his command. If they were used up, how could he still serve as Marshal of Wuhuan?
The battle was bloody and cruel. The infantrymen rolled and fought in the mud, like wild beasts biting each other. Blood spurted out from their bodies, making the ground even more sticky. Drums sounded, Zhao Yun and dozens of Han soldiers
The cavalry rushed out and launched a side attack on the chaotic battlefield.
Although it was inconvenient to move on the ground, Baima Yicong's fighting power was astonishing, and he quickly killed and injured many rebels with his strict and orderly approach. Seeing the rapid increase in casualties, Zhang Chunyi gritted his teeth and was about to send out another army, but he saw Gongsun Zan's army.
The headquarters suddenly began to move toward the east.
He was stunned for a moment, what kind of operation was this? Then he realized that Gongsun Zan had regarded the two thousand infantry in front as an abandoned son! He was about to escape!
Zhang Chun was overjoyed, but loud cries came from behind. He couldn't help but look back, and saw a warrior holding a long-handled battle ax, chasing thousands of barbarians by the river.
people.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There was such a brave person in the world? No, it was Chen Cheng who was so brave?
Because he was covered in blood and mud, he did not recognize Chen Cheng, but it did not prevent him from guessing. A warrior is not a cabbage in the field, and cannot be grown casually. Then, he faced a difficult choice. Which one should he choose?
Go ahead and chop up Gongsun Zan, or turn around and kill Chen Cheng?
To charge or to turn around, that is the question.
