Ma Zun moved his fat body and came to the city wall. He looked at the long black dragon slowly approaching in the distance with a solemn expression.
Although many years of pampering had already worn down Ma Zun's spirit and ruined his martial arts. However, the vision gained from his years of military career allowed him to immediately discover the specialness of this army.
Needless to say, Ten Thousand Black Armors, as the Jicheng soldiers and horses just recruited by Ying Zige, although they are considered elite under the careful training of several companies, they are only compared to the general army, so the attraction to Ma Zun is also limited.
It's just a glance.
But the three thousand men and horses surrounding Ying Zige, closely surrounding Ying Zishuai's banner, deeply attracted Ma Zun's attention.
The evil spirit is boiling and the queue is strict.
Even during the march, they always maintained contact with each other, gathering and dispersing as they pleased, as if they could condense the power of three thousand men and horses into a rope at any time and attack boldly.
"What an elite team!" Ma Zun muttered with a solemn expression and narrowed pupils.
"Tap tap tap!"
Thousands of horses galloping, the sound is like thunder.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Zige led his army to the foot of Tianshui City and set up a formation.
Ying Zige looked at the fat figure on the city gate. The information he had just received from the spies made him immediately understand the identity of the fat man, and he gave Meng Hu a faint wink.
Meng Hu understood instantly, nodded slightly, then spurred his horse and whip, and rushed towards the front of the city gate like a burning flame. He stood up with a knife and shouted loudly: "I am Beiyuan Meng Hu, who is here to die?"
The army was excited and shouted in unison: "Come to die? Come to die?"
Above the city gate, Ma Zun looked gloomy, and Zhao Hu beside him roared angrily: "You are an unknown junior, you are going too far to bully others."
Then he knelt down on one knee in front of Ma Zun and shouted loudly: "My lord! If the last general asks for a fight, his head will be taken!"
Ma Zun looked solemn, and after thinking for a long time, he nodded and said, "Go!"
"promise!"
Zhao Hu turned around excitedly, took the spear and summoned five hundred cavalry to fight out of the city.
"Creak!"
There was a loud noise and the city gate opened wide.
Zhao Hu led a thousand cavalry and charged straight at Meng Hu, shouting loudly: "Unknown young man, quickly offer your head!"
"Huh, looking for death!"
Meng Hu gave a cold shout, restrained his anger, and went straight to the blade along his arm! Then he clamped the horse's belly fiercely, and rushed towards Zhao Hu with the sword raised and the horse leaping forward.
Zhao Hu was not afraid at all. He sneered and rode his horse and gun to meet him.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Swords and guns collide, gold and iron clash.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were like two bolts of lightning, crashing into each other, and they were fighting fiercely.
On top of the city tower, Ma Zun, who was originally looking solemn, looked at Zhao Hu, who was on par with Meng Hu and even had the upper hand. He slowly relaxed and said to himself: "Maybe I'm overthinking it.
!”
He shook his head, stopped thinking, and looked at the two fighting fiercely seriously.
"Dang!"
"Boom!"
On the field, two horses crossed each other, making loud noises. In a short while, more than fifty horses crossed, and there was no winner or loser.
The tiger warriors behind Ying Zige secretly wondered. They knew their general's martial arts skills, but the general who was fighting Meng Hu at this time was obviously weak in muscles and bones and had not yet developed his strength. However, the general had fought for more than fifty rounds, and he had not yet
It won, and even faintly fell behind.
At that moment, Huben's lieutenant rode forward and came to Ying Zige's side, ready to speak.
Ying Zige obviously noticed it, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and waved his hand casually, signaling him to watch quietly.
The deputy general who didn't get the answer knew from Ying Zige's reaction that there must be something wrong, so he didn't say much, turned around, and quietly comforted the tiger soldiers.
Let’s talk about Meng Hu. Zhao Hu couldn’t help but feel depressed when he looked at Zhao Hu, who had an expression on his face: “You’re a good boy, you can survive fifty rounds in my hands.” He secretly thought: “My lord, he asked me to put some water in to get it to seventy or eighty.”
, this is at least sixty years old, how about we start now?"
Thinking back on it, Meng Hu's men were still fighting fiercely with Zhao Hu with their swords raised, always paying attention to the strength of his men, worried that if they accidentally slashed him, their plans would be ruined!
Guns and knives came and went, and there were bursts of cold light.
"Sixty-seven!" "Sixty-eight!" "Sixty-nine!"
Meng Hu was beating and counting silently in his heart until.
"Haha, I'm seventy!"
A burst of laughter broke out in his heart, the sword in his hand flew up, and he gave out a little more strength in his excitement.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Zhao Hu, who was holding the spear, felt an irresistible majestic force, rushing upwards along the place where the two men's swords and guns clashed. In the blink of an eye, his hands went numb, his muscles and bones were exhausted, and his hands became weak.
The spear is about to fall.
"Ah! Not good!" Meng Hu, who had been struck by the blow, reacted instantly and quickly withdrew his strength. At the same time, the sword reversed, and he took the spear that was about to fall from Zhao Hu's hand back into his hand again, along with the one in his own hand.
The sword pressed hard against one place.
Just these few movements caused Meng Hu to break out in a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He secretly said to himself: "Damn it, this pretty boy is so inexperienced. I can't bear the extra strength. I almost can't bear it."
That’s a big deal!”
Before Zhao Hu could react to the huge force just now, he felt his spear pressing down on Meng Hu's sword, and was slightly startled.
"What happened just now?"
Before he could think about it, Meng Hu saw him holding the spear, quickly withdrew his sword, and shouted: "Young face, I'm tired, I'll come back to take your head after dinner!" Then he drew his horse and left, pretending to lose.
Fake defeat.
Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment. He didn't have time to think anymore. He rode his horse and chased Meng Hu with his gun. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Nobody, don't talk nonsense. If you walk away, you won't be considered a hero!"
"Dang-dang-dang-dang!"
Amidst a series of clashes, the Menghu fought and retreated, and soon retreated to the vicinity of the five hundred cavalry in front of the city gate.
"kill!"
The sound is like thunder, and the evil spirit fills the wild!
As soon as he arrived in front of the city gate, Meng Hu suddenly shouted loudly, his color changed instantly, and the Gang Qi that had been suppressed for a long time burst out violently, carrying boundless evil energy, and struck down hard with lightning speed.
"boom!"
The light of the sword flashed, and the sword, blessed by Meng Hu's Gang Qi, gave off a ten-foot-long sword light and split straight through the five hundred cavalry blocking the city gate.
In an instant, blood flew and corpses were thrown away!
Before the five hundred cavalrymen could react, Meng Hu suffered heavy casualties under the sword that he had suppressed and prepared for a long time!
Looking at this scene, Meng Hu did not hesitate, turned around, turned his wrist and struck again with a knife, easily defeating the stunned Zhao Hu who was chasing after him.
Then he rode his horse along the passage that he had cut in the center of the five hundred cavalry and turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood, and quickly rushed towards the city gate that had not had time to close.
