"drink!"

Even though he was completely at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, Zhuoli Batu still took the lead in attacking, and the sharp spear tip went straight to Xiang Jian's throat at a weird angle.

That position is the connection between the armor and the helmet. The defense is not strong. As long as it is steady and accurate, it can stab Xiang Jian in the throat with one shot.

Zhuoli Batu is a veteran after all, and the offensive position he chooses is really tricky.

"drink!"

Xiang Jian couldn't guess Zhuoli Batu's intention. He just tilted his neck slightly, and the tip of the spear grazed his helmet. At the same time, he swung the spear in his hand and went straight to Zhuoli Batu's abdomen.

One attack and one defense, all done in one go.

The strong wind brought by the gun barrel was very powerful. Zhuoli Batu's face became anxious. He leaned back and his back was almost pressed against the horse's back. Only then did he narrowly avoid Xiang Jian's shot.

.

If hit by this shot, Zhuoli Batu would be disabled even if he survived.

"Damn it! Let's fight!"

The furious Zhuoli Batu launched a counterattack regardless, and when he stood up, he smashed out the spear in his hand and pointed it right in front of Xiang Jian's face.

There was really no logic to this shot, it was just a subconscious action driven by urgency.

"snort!"

Xiang Jian's eyes were slightly cold, and he no longer raised his gun, but quickly pulled out the cold knife from his waist and swung it upward.

"Kacha~"

The sharp knife hit the middle of the gun shaft, and the long gun was cut into two pieces. Only half of the gun was left in Zhuoli Batu's grasp.

Isn't it easy to chop wood with a cold knife?

Zhuoli Batu was stunned by the sudden change, and subconsciously reached for his waist. He lost the spear he used to charge into the battle, and he could only draw his sword to fight.

At the same time, there was a feeling of extreme danger emerging from the bottom of my heart. The situation was not good!

"Bang!"

As soon as his hand touched the handle of the knife, he saw an iron fist rapidly enlarged in his sight, and then punched himself in the chest.

"Kacha~"

"Pfft~"

This powerful punch directly broke Zhuoli Batu's bones, spurted blood from his mouth, and almost fell off his horse.

"drink!"

"Bang!"

Another punch hit the face squarely, and blood continued to flow down Zhuoli Batu's cheek.

Zhuoli Batu, whose face was covered in blood, screamed:

"Ah~"

"Liang thief, kill!"

"I kill you!"

With only a glimmer of consciousness left, Zhuoli Batu used all his strength to pull out his scimitar, and then struck Xiang Jian fiercely.

The coach with the yellow background and silver falcon flag was completely in a state of madness.

"Dang~"

Just like before, the scimitar failed to penetrate the heavy armor at all, and it only made Zhuoli Batu feel the shock to his wrist.

The next moment, Xiang Jian's big hand grabbed Zhuoli Batu's collar, and then pulled Zhuoli Batu's whole body over with such a strong tug, and pinned him under him with a flip of his hand.

The body weighing one or two hundred kilograms was pulled over by Xiang Jian with one hand. Seeing this scene, the Yan army's cavalry were all horrified. For a moment, no one dared to move forward.

Xiang Jian locked Zhuoli Batu's neck with his knees, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly came to Zhuoli Batu's heart. His face gradually turned red and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Xiang Jian looked at the struggling Zhuoli Batu with an indifferent expression, and swung the knife with an expressionless expression, slit Zhuoli Batu's throat completely, blood vessels burst, and blood spurted out.

The leader of the yellow-backed silver falcon flag was completely doomed to death, with no hope of life left.

"Plop~"

Xiang Jian's knees were loosened, and his bloody body fell to the ground weakly. Zhuoli Batu's expression before his death seemed very ferocious.

Just as he had thought before the battle began, he was indeed killed by the swords of the Liang army's heavy cavalry.

It seemed that Xiang Jian's methods were very cruel, but there was no hint of guilt on Xiang Jian's face.

Because it was this guy who led the army into Chifeng City, and nearly ten thousand people in the city were slaughtered, leaving nine out of every ten houses!

At that time, when Zhuoli Batu raised his butcher knife towards the empty-handed people, he should have thought that there would be retribution in the future.

Xiang Jian felt that his methods should be a hundred times more brutal.

Xiang Jian no longer paid attention to Zhuoli Batu's body, but rode forward and continued to kill.

There are countless Yan troops waiting for Xiang Jian to kill~

"General, the general died in battle!"

"The military flag, the military flag is missing!"

"We, we lost, lost!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Pfft, pfft~"

"Ahhhh~"

The military flag was cut down and news of the death of the commander began to spread crazily on the battlefield. Some people believed it and some did not.

But the panic spread in all directions like a plague, shaking the Yan army's fighting spirit little by little.

Compared with the gradually turbulent Yan Army, the Liang Army was still meticulously executing the tactics of dividing the enemy army. The Yan Army's cavalry formation composed of 40,000 people was forcibly cut into tofu pieces and could not respond to the front and rear.

As for the Liang army, they advanced and retreated in a measured manner, divided their forces to attack and mobilized freely, and gained the upper hand.

The balance of victory began to tip towards Liang Jun little by little.

"It's over, it's over~"

Nalan Tingye's body went limp. If he hadn't been leaning against the city wall, he would have fallen down.

Lost, they lost.

Nalantingye gambled twice since taking power in Dongting.

One time was when they were riding outside Ningzhou City to suppress the Chang family, and this time.

The last time he won the bet, he wiped out the main force of the Chang family, killed Chang Hantang, and became famous all over the world. This time he lost, completely.

From the collapse of the morale of the army to the defeat of the army, it only happened in a short period of time, and the defeat was like a mountain.

The Yan army even close to the edge of the battlefield has begun to flee, and the situation is losing control.

"What, what should I do?"

Nalan Tingye looked at Zhou Weiran with confusion.

He had to admit that even if Nalan Tingye had another city, he was still panicking in this situation. Looking around, Zhou Weiran was the only person he could trust.

But what can Zhou Weiran do? After holding it in for a long time, he choked out the sentence "I don't know~"

"Report!"

"Report!"

Just as the two of them were running around anxiously, a scout rolled up to the two of them and said urgently:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Prime Minister, urgent military situation!"

"If you have any other military information, tell me quickly!"

Zhou Weiran shouted impatiently, is there anything more urgent than the war situation outside the city?

"Tianning, there were scouts on the Tianning Road to report that they found signs of a large Liang army attacking Ningzhou City, and the scouts saw with their own eyes the military flag of the Ben Lei Cavalry.

The Liang army is huge and will never fall, never fall below 30,000 or 30,000~"

The soldier who reported the news stuttered before he finished speaking. The eyes of Zhou Weiran and Nalan Tingye had become extremely shocked.

The news that the main force of the Liang army was attacking Ningzhou City could be delayed for a day or two, but it would never be completely hidden. The news eventually reached the ears of the Yan people.

Alenge on the side was stunned, grabbed the soldier by the collar and shouted:

"What did you say! Say it again!"

"Sir, the main force of the Liang Army is rushing to attack Ningzhou City!"

The scout looked sad, fearing that if any of these big shots were unhappy, he would take it out on him.
Chapter completed!