With a look of his eyes, he raised his thunder gun and shouted with energy: "Raymonster is dead, who else dares to stop him!"

The yellow knights around were also smart, and they all shouted in unison when they saw the opportunity.

"Raymonster is dead, who else dares to stop him!"

Thousands of people shouted loudly in unison, as if another giorgio was beaten in the air. The already chaotic Wei Rong army was so shocked that they were weak. Moreover, when they heard that Ramonster was dead, everyone looked at a bloody figure, located in the center of the blood swamp, where the corpse was most densely damaged. The lower body was actually a strange blazing fire. Ramonster's silver spear of the thunder was famous in the army, but at this moment it was raised high by the figure!! The eldest prince was killed and the eldest prince was killed... The panic suddenly filled the hearts of every Wei Rong soldier, causing their only courage to disappear without a trace, and they threw down their weapons and turned around and fled in scattered.

The psychological effect of human beings is huge. First, the soldiers on the periphery kept running outwards, and then the enemy soldiers who came to stop the attack were significantly slowed down, and the shouts of killing became hesitant. After no Ramonster's voice was seen, everyone began to believe Ramonster, and their eldest prince was really killed.

They screamed in panic, and their fear of Yang Zheng infected nearby soldiers like a plague. No one could stop them from escaping. The stubborn soldiers threw down their weapons with a bang and ran out lightly.

Once the torrent of escape is formed, a collapse situation will appear. Even the gods descend, it will not be able to stop the fate of the Wei Rong army from failing.

More and more Wei Rong troops joined the escape camp because they found that as long as they escaped, the Demon Army would not come to pursue them.

Almost in just a moment, most of the guards and Rong troops had fled.

The remaining Wei Rong army fell like mowing grass under the dense rain of arrows of the sharpshooter.

Yang Zheng led the yellow sheep cavalry to the secret passage and surrounded the secret passage layer by layer. In this battle, Yang Zheng's target was the Thunder God cannons two meters high, three meters long and several tons. Until now, he still did not find those cannons or secret passages. Apart from six huge wooden boxes and the guard soldiers who kept gushing out, there was nothing else.

Each of those big boxes was pulled by eight particularly strong horses and carts.

Hundreds of specially dressed soldiers guarding the box, urging the horses to keep running away.

He glanced at it, immediately rushed over with several demon troops and stopped the big wooden boxes.

Hundreds of soldiers fled in scattered their halberds after Yang Zheng killed more than ten people. Yang Zheng raised his sword and chopped at one of the big boxes. With a click, the lid of the big wooden box smashed a hole of about a meter, and a huge subway tube was exposed inside.

"It's true!" Yang Zheng said intimately, no wonder the Wei Rong army was able to transport the Thunder God to the Blood View Valley and transport it back in the narrow secret passage. It turned out that the Thunder God was dismantled into parts. This was good, and it was more convenient to transport it. There were only six Thunder Gods here. Where did four Thunder Gods go?

Yang Zheng asked his subordinates to rush the big carts outwards. He led a part of the demon army to continue rushing into the secret passage.

Not long after, two more Thunder Gods were found by Yang Zheng and dragged out of the secret passage. At this moment, the secret passage was already full of corpses. The smell of blood soared into the sky, and countless soldiers were squeezed into it. Many guard soldiers were trampled to death in chaos.

Yang Zheng calculated the time and felt that he could no longer drag it down. He led the demon army to rush out of the secret passage. At this time, the earth began to tremble violently. Although the clouds in the sky were thick and the wind was blowing rapidly, the sky was already bright and the visibility of the air was quite high. Yang Zheng climbed a high hill and looked over from a distance. A wave-like cavalry appeared at the foot of Yulong Mountain in the distance.

A black line occupied almost the entire horizon, and the black wave line swept over and was the battlefield where Yang Zheng was located.

He just glanced at it, then immediately turned his horse's head and shouted: "Retreat quickly, everyone evacuates the battlefield, hurry!"

Damn, Ramonster is back with the army.

"Wait!" Yang Zheng suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly: "Pick up all the spears on the ground!"

Although the yellow sheep cavalry did not know what Yang Zheng intended to do, they were used to obeying orders and each of them picked up several spears scattered on the ground before boarding the horse to retreat.

Eight eight-horse carts have been controlled by several yellow sheep cavalry who are good at driving and retreat with the large army.

Under the leadership of Yang Zhengdi, the Wei Rong army was still chasing and staying thousands of meters away. Yang Zheng roughly estimated that at least 20,000 guards of Rong came. If 20,000 cavalry equipped with 20,000 cavalry and strong military cavalry caught up, Yang Zheng would definitely have no life if the remaining 2,000 more than 2,000 people.

The problem lies here. Even if you are as strong as a yellow sheep, you will be exhausted.

Not to mention the eight-horse cart, the horses foamed at the mouth and their pace became slower and slower.

Yang Zheng stopped the horse, and there was a huge hill beside the depression, and he could not retreat any further.

"All the soldiers dismounted and retreated to the hill!"

When the yellow sheep cavalry heard Yang Zheng's order, they knew that Yang Zheng would fight to the death with the order. The remaining more than 2,000 soldiers were already exhausted, but the nature of the soldiers and the harsh special training left them without any objection. All the yellow sheep stopped by the hills.

All the horses arrived on the hill, and each soldier held at least three spears in his hand.

"Everyone, tie these spears up and pierce them into the soil, hurry up!" Yang Zheng ran back and forth and issued an order.

He personally snatched three spears from a soldier's hand, pulled out his belt and tied them up, and then used great force to stab the tails of the three spears directly into the ground. In fact, Yang Zheng is now using the horse-resisting rifle array in the era of cold weapons, which is the nemesis of the cavalry. Yang Zheng also had an idea, so that the soldiers would pick up more spears and come back. He was originally prepared for the mentality, but he didn't expect that the Wei Rongjun really bit him.

Mom Ramonster, let you taste the taste of the horse-rejecting gun array.

Under Yang Zheng's demonstration, all the cavalry tied up more than 6,000 long spears according to the script and barbed them on the hills. For a moment, the entire hill became a hedgehog, and the dense spear tips were facing the outside coldly. The tied spears ensured the hardness of the spears.

"All the archers moved ten meters back. Manta, quickly send a smart soldier to welcome Manche's army. After dragging him for so long, why didn't he come yet? Do you even want your own ace? Other soldiers are ready to fight!" Looking at the Wei Rong cavalry getting closer and closer, Yang Zheng was also a little anxious.

Manta nodded and rushed out from the hillside.

The archer team sets a bow and arrow, pointing to the sky from afar.

The remaining soldiers were all crowded in the middle of refusing horses and robbing, half-kneeling, staring at the torrent of cavalry constantly approaching the ground.

The entire grassland was trembling, and the sound of horse hooves of "dede" drowned out any sound in the world. The dull and depressing air wrapped around everyone's bodies like fish glue, and the muscles of all the demon army were tense. The hands against the spear were constantly trembling, and thin appeared on their foreheads.

While the enemy was still two hundred meters away, Yang Zheng had already begun to order that the shooters occupying high places would shoot together.

Thousands of sharp arrows roared into the air. After a perfect arc, all the arrows fell down together and had already crossed two hundred meters. It was not easy for the grassland ace army. The arrows of these bows and arrows shone coldly and penetrated into the torrent-like cavalry regiment.

The arrows entered the flesh, and screams kept ringing. The cavalry rushed in front and could not escape the bad luck of shooting into a hedgehog. They rolled and fell off their horses. They had been rushing at high speed to kill the cavalry of the Earth Guards and Rong stagnated!

The deaths of hundreds of people were just a small wave that appeared in the torrent for 20,000 cavalry, and soon calmed down. The Wei Rong army scattered everywhere and surrounded it in a fan-shaped circle.

The shooters had a very fast firing rate. With a short 100-meter sprint distance, they had already shot three sharp arrows in a volley, and thousands of guards and cavalrymen became dead souls under the arrow.

After a hundred meters of distance, the Wei Rong cavalry also began to shoot arrows and scattered arrows. Although they were not as accurate and effective as the Demon Shooter Group, many yellow sheep cavalry were still killed by arrows while flying around.

Yang Jianma stood at the forefront of the entire horse-resisting rifle array. He had a thunder gun in his left hand and a blood-hunting knife in his right hand, staring at a pair of gloomy and blood-filled eyes. The arrows with his body were easily driven away by him.

The row of cavalry standing behind him had already blocked the exposed heads of the horse-repellings with their bodies. They drew out scimitars and kept blocking the flying arrows.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and it was clear that the ferocious and distorted face of the Wei Rong cavalry rushing in front was clearly visible. Countless spears were raised, and the overwhelming charge momentum was pressing like a frenzy. Yang Zheng, who was standing at the front, was blown wildly and chaotic. The blood-stained demon face was even more terrifying. The blood-stained eyes reflected countless cavalry, thirty meters...twenty meters...ten meters...the long-simmering heroic fighting spirit turned into a roar from the depths of his heart. Yang Zheng raised his last strength and urged his horse to meet the torrent of iron cavalry like a sea of ​​rushing cavalry.

He was the only one who crashed into the Wei Rong army like a group of violently burning Mars meteorites.

One shot and one sword turned into two giant dragons that were roaring wildly. There were also a stream of blue lightning snakes on the white dragon. At the moment when it entered the crowd like ants, the whirlwind of the blood hunting knife broke the three iron spears coming towards it. The force continued to stop. The angry dragon teared the bodies of the guards' cavalry, and the blood and brains splattered Yang Zheng all over. The gun and the sword had not faded, and they were blocking back and forth. The enemy troops on both sides immediately exclaimed and fell off their horses.

At this time, countless guards and cavalry suddenly found that the yellow sheep cavalry in front of them began to retreat quickly.

What appeared in front of them were six thousand dense spears, all of which were inserted obliquely on the mound.

These high-speed cavalry almost watched the dense spear heads expanding in front of them... Countless angry horse knights flew into the horse-repelling guns, and the four-meter-long spear became a human mixer. In an instant, the overwhelming blood rain sputtered the demon army under the horse-repelling guns and looked on their faces.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw a picture of a skewer of blood.

Almost at the same time, the refusal rifle pierced into the bodies of thousands of cavalrymen, and the soldiers were stabbed to the distorted bodies, intestines, and flesh and blood squeezed out of the wound.

Even the yellow sheep rider who had seen the bloody scene of death felt his stomach surging at that moment.

Although the cavalry of the land guards and Rong were spared from the misfortune that was running through, they suddenly stopped the castration in front, and the chaotic horses were stirred up in front of the horse-repelling array and turned into a completely boiling yellow soup.

At this moment, the yellow sheep cavalry roared and waved their scimitars into the group of Weirong cavalry.

Countless heads and blood shot in the sky, occupying the initiative, more than a thousand yellow sheep cavalrymen crazily chopped and killed the cavalrymen who were resisting the horse and spear formation and turned the horses on the ground.

Yang Zheng had been surrounded by a group and rushed into dozens of meters in a longitudinal direction. With a left gun, he blocked the waving spear, and drew an arc to the left, using it to swing all the seven and eight spears on the left, and at the same time, the blood hunting knife tilted obliquely to the right, turning into a black light and shadow, waving his hands at the same time as the war horses intersected! Amid the squealing cry, five human heads and six broken arms rolled to the ground in blood light.

During this series of fights, Yang Zhengdi's left hand began to bleeding again, making his hand holding the gun extremely slippery.

His hand shook, and a shot was stabbed on his back. Yang Zheng twisted his body, avoided the vital points, and threw the tail of the gun backwards. He directly smashed the man's head and shot his brain.

The numb and painful feeling made Yang Zheng's blood in his body instantly look like ignited gunpowder. The magic eye marks on his right arm began to boil again. This time, the marks raised on the surface of the skin like earthworms, and the severe pain hit Yang Zheng's nerves.

He couldn't help screaming, holding the halberd with all his strength, and wielding it in front of him. The spear was instantly covered with blue patterns, and the hot gun body slashed and stabbed in the dense group of cavalry. More than a dozen enemy soldiers in front were instantly pulled into pieces by the strong wind transformed from the spear.

When the soldiers around saw Yang Zheng so fiercely, they couldn't help but be shocked and retreated.

At this moment, the violent wind sounded, and Yang Zhengdi's scalp felt strongly numb.

This feeling can only occur when death is approaching.

Yang Zheng raised his eyes, his pupils shrank violently. Tens of meters away, a sharp arrow with dazzling golden light was breaking through the constraints of space and instantly stabbing in front of him.

Raymonster, he was indeed back and hid in the cavalry group.

It was not the first time that Yang Zheng saw such a fierce arrow. Ramonster used this domineering archery technique to kill a fierce griffin knight in the Blood View Valley.

Yang Zheng had no time to think about it, and the arrow spun clockwise, expanding infinitely in Yang Zheng's eyes. The golden light sucked out and sucked out. The murderous aura like a huge wave quickly condensed, forming a rotating and radiating eddy current and came. Under the impact of this airflow, the skin on his face was so painful that he could not open his eyes at all.

Yang Zheng's hand was too late to make any moves.

The speed of the arrow exceeded Yang Zheng's imagination. Under the huge threat of death, Yang Zheng closed his eyes and suddenly opened his mouth wide...

A bloody smell surged in, choking into Yang Zheng's throat.

He was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited.

The distance between life and death is so close.

Yang Zheng felt a foreign object in his mouth. It was not until a few seconds later that the severe pain came from his numb cheeks... the strong wind swelled up on his face.

Yang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, but the first thing he saw was the pair of sky blue eyes a hundred meters away.

It contains shock, fear, and even a hint of...inexplicable admiration.

Raymonster.

His brain was also blank for a short time, and he was shooting arrows until the arrow was bitten by a man like a demon...

I can't tell what it feels like, but there is excitement in my fear.

The Sky-Cracking Bow brought out from the temple did not shoot him to death...

Yang Zheng spit out the arrow and his mouth full of blood. Under the height of tension, the blood and sweat in his body had already soaked his clothes. At this time, he was blown by the wind and felt uncomfortable. A feeling of surviving the disaster filled Yang Zheng's heart.

Monster first reacted from his astonishment.

It is Yang Zheng’s only thought at this moment that he can’t shoot the second arrow.

The shock of the guards and knights around him was definitely not inferior to Yang Zheng and Raymonster.
To be continued...