Zulang tightly held his mount and looked at the three riding out of the opponent's formation, his eyebrows frowned.

This place is less than ten miles away from the Shicheng, and it is the only way to the Shicheng. There are mountain ridges on both sides like screens, and Sun Ce is in a neutral formation. Judging from the number of battle flags, his troops are not large, estimated to be about 4,000 people. The formation is in a normal and nothing special, but it gives people a sense of inviolability.

With carefully selected terrain, strict and solid formation, soldiers with fighting spirit, watching people from the formation, how could Sun Ce be a rash and risky person?

Zhou Xin misled me.

Although he regretted it, Zulang did not decide to give up. No matter how solid Sun Ce's battle formation was, after all, there were only 4,000 people, but he had 10,000 people, more than twice the amount. In addition, there were 10,000 people who could come at any time. With nearly five times the advantage of military strength, Sun Ce would be exhausted. Even if the loss was a little larger, it would be better than Cheng Pu's camp.

Seeing Sun Ce strangling his mount in front of the formation, Zulang hesitated for a moment, kicked the horse out of the formation and came to the formation. Zuxiang did not dare to be negligent, so he picked up the shield and spear and followed. Fifty steps apart, Zulang strangled his mount. Sun Ce himself had weapons, one with a spear and the other with a double halberd. Both of them looked like they were not ordinary people. He did not dare to go forward easily, for fear of being attacked by the other party. He listened and knew that Zuxiang was by his side, so he said loudly: "Is Sun Lang on the opposite side?"

Sun Ce held the reins in one hand and the Overlord Killing in the other hand, and slowly kicked the horse forward. He saw Zulang's appearance clearly and couldn't help but praise him. Although this man was a thief, he had a straight facial features, a bright eyebrows, a slightly dark face, sharp eyes, and a strong aura. He had a tall figure of seven feet and five inches, and was tall among the people in Jiangnan. He had a knife on his waist, a rectangular bamboo shield hanging on his saddle, and a big bird was painted on the shield. Judging from the situation of the shield, Zulang was not good at cavalry fighting, and the war horse was just for transportation.

"Is it Sun Ce, but Is it the Grand Marshal of Jing County? "

"It's Zu."

"I've been waiting here for a long time, and my grandmother's arrival was so late. Isn't the baggage piled up into a mountain still attractive enough?"

After Sun Ce said that, he burst into laughter.

Zulang frowned secretly. Although he did not believe Sun Ce's words, he was impressed by Sun Ce's confidence. Facing an opponent who was twice as good as he could, Sun Ce's voice was full of energy and could not hear a trace of timidity, which showed that he was beyond courage. When the two armies were facing each other, the meeting between the main generals was a competition of momentum, which was related to the morale of both sides. How could he make Sun Ce proud?

"Although the baggage is good, it is not as valuable as the general's head." Zulang also raised his voice and said loudly: "Lang is here just for the general..."

Before Zulang could finish his words, Sun Ce interrupted him, pointed to his head and said, "Great head is here, can you dare to come and get it?"

Zulang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to continue the words behind. This was too direct, right? Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zu Xiang was anxious, and immediately stepped forward, thrust his spear straight at Sun Ce, shouting: "Zu Xiang is here, eat my spear!"

Zulang was shocked and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Zu Xiang rushed past him and rushed straight to Sun Ce. Sun Ce did not move. Guo Wu, beside him, kicked out the horse, and the war horse ran forward and jumped three feet away. Soon he arrived in front of Zu Xiang. The spear broke through the wind and the two spears intersected. With a light sound, Guo Wu knocked away Guo Xiang's spear, and one spear hit Zu Xiang's lower abdomen, lifted Zu Xiang in mid-air, and threw it away from a distance.

Zu Xiang's belly was cold and he had already been hit by a spear. Before he could shout, the man flew up in the clouds and thumped down, and he fell to his horse with a dizzy look. Guo Wu succeeded in his hand, circled the horse, turned back, his wrist trembled, and the spear hit Zu Xiang's helmet. Zu Xiang's ears roared, and the stars in front of him were tilted, and he fainted.

Zulang was shocked. He knew Zu Xiang's martial arts skills. Although he dared not say that he was invincible in the world, he was definitely not a weak hand. He fought countless times with others, with more victory than defeat. Even if he lost, he never lost so quickly. He didn't even take a turn for the other party.

"you……"

Zulang took off his shield, pulled out his ring knife, and was about to come forward to grab someone, Guo Wu held the spear in one hand and aimed it at him. Zulang took a breath of air when he saw it. Although the person on the opposite side was young, he was imposing and his eyes were sharper than that of the spear. His martial arts were better than Zu Xiang, but he might not have a chance of winning against this person, let alone Sun Ce was eyeing him.

If you fight three with one, your chances of winning are extremely low, and the possibility of regaining your ancestors is almost gone.

"Ziwei, don't be rude." Sun Ce stopped Guo Wu in time. Guo Wu took back his spear, kicked the horse and passed by Zu Xiang, and did not dismount. He bowed, grabbed Zu Xiang's belt, lifted him with one hand, and returned to Sun Ce. A soldier came, tied Zu Xiang and dragged him back to his own formation.

Zu Xiang was confused and blood flowed all over the ground. Zu Lang was frightened and his eyes twitched.

"Don't worry, I will try my best to treat him. Although his martial arts are rough, he is worthy of being a warrior." Sun Ce said: "Zulang, do you have the courage to fight?"

In a moment, Zulang had calmed down. He raised his head, looked at Sun Ce, and sneered: "It is gratifying to have such warriors around the general. However, the two armies are facing each other, and thousands of people are fighting together. What's the use of one or two warriors? General Sun, take good care of my brother, otherwise I will take your head and avenge him."

Zulang said as he rode his horse away. Sun Ce laughed loudly: "Zulang, no wonder you are mixed with Zhou Xin. It turns out that you are all cowards. I am right in front of you. You dare not take a step forward and dare to be so arrogant. It is really ridiculous."

Zulang ignored him and kicked the horse and accelerated away from Sun Ce, while raising the long sword in his hand and issued an order to attack. Seeing this, his subordinates blew up the horn and blew the big cowhide drum. The horn whimpered, and the drums rumbling. The Danyang soldiers shook the battle flag and started to clamor. Although the sound was not small, they didn't sound powerful, and they were even a little guilty. Zulang secretly regretted that Zu Xiang was injured and captured seriously affected his morale and was not worth the loss. He looked back and saw that Sun Ce neither chased him nor retreated. He immediately looked at him quietly.

Zulang was puzzled for a moment, and subconsciously tied his mount and looked back.

Sun Ce slowly raised the Overlord and pointed to the sky.

"Break! Break! Break!"

The four thousand soldiers shouted suddenly, their voices were neat and loud, like a man, with a strong sense of fighting rolling in like thunder, breaking the roars of more than ten thousand bandits in one go. The bandits changed their colors in horror, subconsciously closed their mouths, looked at each other, and even the sound of war drums and horns stopped. Only the roars of Sun Ce's subordinates were heard on the entire battlefield.

Zulang's scalp tingled and felt regretful. He remembered what Sun Ce said and suddenly believed it. This seemed like a trap, a trap specially prepared for him. Although Sun Ce only had 4,000 people, his strength was not weaker than him at all. After leaving the familiar landscape and coming to this battlefield chosen by Sun Ce, he had more than twice the strength, but he had no chance of winning.

Alas, the battle is imminent, how can you be so unsteady? Isn’t this a trap for Sun Ce? A real man will be strong when he meets a strong man, so how can he retreat because of a temporary mistake? Zulang kicked the war horse hard and ran in front of the formation. He raised his sword and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!