Seeing the Ming army's large cavalry appearing on his flank, Ye Qirong's mind buzzed. Did the Ming army be prepared? Looking back at the Ming army camp in the distance, the drums were still ringing, but at this time Ye Qirong no longer had the desire to attack the Ming army camp. Ming army cavalry appeared here. The Ming army camp was probably ready. If you go again, wouldn't you fall into the trap?

He looked at the scout who was exploring the way angrily, and the guy was now looking at the approaching Ming cavalry with a dull look on his face.

It is impossible to escape just running like this. Ye Qirong knew very well that it would not work when he went back, because the narrow path could barely allow a horse to pass through. When he came, he would be looking for death when he walked back under the enemy's pursuit. The only thing that could be feasible was to defeat the Ming cavalry in front of him first, or to attack the Xu Sanmei who was blocking the road to command the Ming army infantry.

In comparison, he was more willing to fight against the enemy's cavalry. The sharp long-range weapons of the Ming army infantry made any cavalry general very troublesome, and it was not wise to attack an infantry group that had been prepared.

The Ming army's cavalry had been fully displayed in their eyes. Fortunately, there were only two thousand cavalry, which greatly increased Ye Qirong's confidence, and even his heart was filled with joy. He had three thousand cavalry, and they were all Fire Phoenix Cavalry.

At this time, the cavalry on the opposite side were not the Ming army's Fire Death Camp, nor the other two famous cavalry camps of the Ming army, chasing the wind and chasing the lightning.

A group of temporary gatherings were just a group of miscellaneous people. Kill them and then go back. The other end of the Ming army camp was afraid that they would be unable to fight. Ye Qirong raised his spear and pointed the halberd at the Ming cavalry rushing towards him, shouting sternly: "Kill them all."

Three thousand cavalrymen rushed towards the oncoming Ming cavalry like rolling waves on the wasteland.

Yang Zhi's two thousand cavalry were as Ye Qirong thought, and they were temporarily gathered together, and one thousand of them were drawn from his personal guard camp. Yang Zhi liked to recruit those martial artists in the world. No matter whether you are a good family or a thief, as long as you enter Yang Zhi's camp, no matter how dark the foundation of the past is, you will be whitewashed and give you a pure and innocent background. This has attracted countless underworld people from the world to join.

These people may not have many other abilities, but they are all very capable and very destined. As gangsters in the past, most of the endings were basically either killed by righteous people for the people, or they were arrested by the government and were even stabbed on the execution ground. Not only would they not have a good ending, but they would also suffer the disaster. Now that they have the opportunity to be whitewashed, they will naturally not let them go. So when they fight, they are really cruel, because after joining the Ming army, they figured it out that if they don’t die, they are likely to have high officials and generous salaries. If they die in battle, the title of a martyr is enough to make their families live a very prosperous life on the land of the Ming Dynasty.

They are not afraid of hooligans being very good at fighting, but they are afraid of hooligans being educated. When these people entered the military camp and were trained by Yang Zhi to death, they became a very terrifying existence.

For example, if an ordinary soldier pokes him with one shot, if your gun is good enough, then he will suffer from some shock or a little bit of flesh and blood. But if these people poke him with one shot, they will immediately poke a blood hole with their armor and people, and their spare energy can also pick you up and throw it away like throwing a stone.

There is nothing to be afraid of if a person is like this. The energy emitted by thousands of such guys gather together is very terrifying.

Qin Feng once commented on the existence of Yang Zhi's Death Soldier Camp that was enough to defeat him. The soldiers of the Death Soldier Camp were fierce and good at fighting, but most of them were selected from the army layer by layer. In terms of personal combat effectiveness, they were far inferior to these people. The court would not allow a group of thieves to appear in Qin Feng's personal guard camp.

These people are the reason why Yang Zhi dared to fight the Fire Phoenix Army alone. The thousand people he gathered together were not simple. They were scouts drawn from the entire army and were competent for the scouts in the army. That one was not a smart, slippery and capable person.

This is just a human quality. If the equipment of these people is included, the combat effectiveness will be up to another level.

Yang Zhi has a special identity, so he can always get some resources that others cannot get. For example, the two thousand people he now leads, the spear in his hand alone is enough to make countless cavalry go crazy.

After years of development in the Ming Dynasty, the horse lances were already very different from the earliest times. The gun rods were no longer made of good wood and long-term soaking. Now they are wrapped with streams of fine steel wire bonds. The flexibility and lethality are much stronger than before. This kind of lance is also called a bright silver lance in the army because of its silver-white all over. It is expensive and has not yet reached a large area of ​​universal excellence. Only people like Yang Zhi can get thousands of hidden in the army. After the scouts from the various armies were gathered, one of them immediately launched a new armor and a bright silver lance. These are the top equipment in the Ming Dynasty. They were so happy that they couldn't find the north, because the general promised that after the battle, these things belonged to them.

Most of the scouts came from Zhou Jiyun's army. Although they had already changed into facial clothes, ordinary Ming soldiers did not have such good equipment! This bright silver spear and this armor with excellent protective performance but weighing less than ten kilograms were not something they could get.

Yang Zhi was still at the forefront of such a charge. Generally speaking, the Ming Dynasty did not allow the commander of the army to do this. In the era of cold weapons, if the general had a few strengths and weaknesses, the attack on the army would be self-evident, and no one dared to say that he could be without any damage on the battlefield. However, for Yang Zhi, everyone consciously shut up.

One of the reasons is that this martial arts practiced is really the supreme weapon to break the formation and kill the enemy. One person can be used as a suicide squad. The second reason is that this guy is a master. There are many masters on the mainland, but not many masters who can lead troops to fight. Enough army can kill a master who is alone, but they cannot do anything to a master who leads the army.

The roaring warriors, neighing horses, and feather arrows coming from the sky kicked off the showdown between the two cavalry.

The arrows were naturally shot by the Fire Phoenix Cavalry. Everyone can draw a bow and shoot arrows on the horse. This is already a very amazing skill for ordinary troops. On the side of the Ming army, those scouts fired their bows and fought back, but the momentum was smaller. Yang Zhi's thousands of personal soldiers were not good at this, and they prefer to fight in close combat.

So when the rain of arrows hit, they just waved the bright silver spear in their hands and knocked down the feathered arrows like locusts. Occasionally, the arrows fell in, and they didn't care. Anyway, even if these arrows broke through their armor, they would not damage their combat effectiveness. The most flip was to tilt their arms and cover their heads and faces.

Yang Zhi rushed in front alone. His horse was much better than the other people's horses, so he ran faster. When both sides were dozens of steps away, Yang Zhi reached out and grabbed the short spears carried by the war horse, shook his arms and threw them out.

The spear was like lightning, as if he had just thrown it out, and it had arrived at the charge of the Fire Phoenix cavalry. The Chu army raised its swords and guns to put these short spears, but the short spear came too fast. Basically, their hands had not been raised yet. The short spear had approached and passed through the chest, bringing a bloody rain. The knight immediately knocked off the horse, but the short spear that came out of the chest did not fall out and landed on the ground. Instead, after a slight pause in the air, it accelerated again, looking for the next target like a spirit snake.

"Yang Zhi!" Ye Qirong roared wildly. He recognized Yang Zhi, but Yang Zhi was just a ruffian at that time, but now he has become a general in the Ming Dynasty's command.

Yang Zhi looked at Ye Qirong and grinned. Several short spears drew an arc in the air like lightning, attacking Ye Qirong from several directions.

With a loud roar, the spear in Ye Qiying's hand slashed past, and the jingling sounds were endless. He flew these short spears one by one. He was about to snail the horse forward, but suddenly his hair stood up on his body. He tilted his body without thinking, and fell to the left. With a silence, a small sword as thin as a cicada's wing flew over his body. The small sword was hidden under a short spear, and suddenly attacked suddenly.

"What a pity!" Yang Zhi curled his lips. If Ye Qirong could be killed under this attack, the battle would be even easier. But it doesn't matter. Yang Zhi, who had no skills in his sword, raised his black sword with both hands and rushed into the Fire Phoenix Army like a demon. The sword was like a mountain, swept across the mountain, and slashed straight. The small sword was like a snake, and the monster flashed. Some broken spear-cut short swords that flew in the air from time to time suddenly seemed to have life. He returned and stabbed the Chu army knights one by one.

Two thousand cavalrymen, galloping like dragons, fighting with less and more, actually wrapped up three thousand fire phoenix cavalrymen.

Bowangpo, Feng Dao's hands were trembling slightly, and the left and right wings had been fighting for an entire hour. They were killed and injured, but they did not shake the front of Guan Ning and Han Huafeng at all. The Ming army war was like a reef on the sea, and he could not move without any movement.

The wolf smoke in Nandaying's call for help has never been extinguished, but the color has changed from the most white to the current white with yellow, which means that the form is extremely critical.

Feng Dao looked up and looked at the thunder fires on the Bowang slope and what was hidden behind them.
Chapter completed!