Chapter 2194 : Chapter 1113 The Peak of the Han Army
Chapter 1,113 The Peak Moment of the Han Army
Let’s not talk about Fei Lang. Before the war, Mu Ya’er threatened to take revenge on Liu Feng’s head. He said that when the two armies faced each other and killed the enemy general, it was the only way to boost one’s own morale and suppress the local morale.
Dharma door.
No matter what angle he started from, Zhao Yun would help Wan Jun find Fei Lang and Mu Ya'er and kill them.
But now Zhao Yun saw a general of the enemy army, and with the shouts of the enemy army, he rushed over with great momentum.
Without asking carefully, you know that this is the enemy's general.[
As for who it is, Zhao Yun is too lazy to ask anymore, and will kill him first.
Zhao Yun took a breath, adjusted his posture, held the gun in both hands, pointed the gun forward, and prepared to fight.
"Da da da."
The flying wolf in front was also ready, and it drove the war horse towards Zhao Yun in a moment. Even in the midst of an army of more than 100,000 people fighting, the sound of the hoofs of the flying wolf's horse colliding with the ground was heard.
Still clearly audible.
Fighting against each other, this is the sound of fighting against each other.
Not only the soldiers on both sides of the enemy and ours noticed it, but even Liu Feng noticed the collision that was about to occur in this small area.
The 60,000 Han troops were like iron bridges, guarding Liu Feng in the center. As a result, it was difficult for Liu Feng to fully see what was happening in all directions.
However, it happened that the small area where Zhao Yun was located clearly appeared in front of Liu Feng.
Wearing golden armor and embroidered robes, and a six-foot-long spear, Liu Feng recognized the man at a glance as his general, Zhao Yun. At the same time, he also saw the giant man wielding a wolf-toothed club.
It was obvious that the two sides were about to face off, and it was the giant man wielding the mace who approached Zhao Yun himself.
"Are you going to face death against a lonely admiral?" Liu Feng laughed loudly when he saw this and said.
"With General Zhao's ability, I'm afraid if he doesn't get out of three, he will die on the spot." Dong Gai also laughed loudly and said.
"It would be fine if he was just an ordinary general. If this person were Fei Lang or Mu Ya'er, I'm afraid it would have been decided in today's battle. How could he take the lone head among all the troops? Hahaha. Let's see Gu Shang.
General, how did you take this person's head?"
Liu Feng said with pride.
Changshan Zhao Zilong is the real Yu Wanjun. Taking the general's head is like picking out an object from a bag, so what about Qiang's flying wolf and Mu Ya'er?
At this moment, the Qiang cavalry, Mu Ya'er, and even Fei Lang didn't know that in the eyes of Liu Feng, Zhao Yun and other Han generals and soldiers, Fei Lang was already a dead man.
Countless Qiang cavalry roared in support of Fei Lang, wanting to see the scene where thousands of troops took the general's head from them. They were trembling with excitement.
Even if a beautiful woman stood in front of them without clothes, it would be difficult to shake their gaze. Under their gaze, only Fei Lang was left.
This fierce man is the first warrior of the Qiang people.[
Their pride.
Finally, amid all the expectations, Fei Lang came to Zhao Yun. Fei Lang, the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, was nine feet tall, with a body as broad as a hill, and thick arms, as thick as an average person's thigh.
His face is full of flesh and his eyes are like Tongling. Once he glares in anger, he can kill the timid with his eyes.
The mace in his hand is eight feet long, which is two feet longer than Zhao Yun's spear. Moreover, the head of the mace is full of barbs, and its lethality is huge, which is not comparable to that of a spear.
"kill."
With a wild roar, Fei Lang raised the mace in his hand, like a glaring war god, exuding an aura of unparalleled ferocious flames.
"Gulu."
Countless Qiang cavalry stared at this scene, not daring to miss it at all, for fear of missing the scene of Fei Lang showing off his majesty. Some of the cavalry couldn't help but swallowed their saliva because they were nervous.
But all the Han soldiers present, including Liu Feng's soldiers and Zhao Yun's soldiers, all showed a sneer.
The momentum is extraordinary, but the outcome is clear at a glance.
Just when Fei Lang waved his mace, Zhao Yun also moved. He did not roar to kill because at this time, there was no need to boost his own morale.
He was already ready to fight, but he just stabbed out a normal shot. It was really ordinary, just like during normal training. It was not sharp, but he tried his best.
Zhao Yun's shot landed in Fei Lang's eyes, and Fei Lang immediately felt an indescribable feeling. This was definitely the most amazing shot he had ever seen in his life.
It is like the scorching sun in the sky, so stunning that one cannot look at it.
But then, a wave of panic arose in Fei Lang's heart, so frightened that the spirit of the dead erupted. This shot was so stunning that he admired it and even admired it.
But this shot was coming towards him. Fast, fast, fast, as fast as lightning. Powerful, powerful, powerful, unstoppable.
Zhao Yun's shot went from bursting out, to stunning Fei Lang, to causing the souls of the dead to emerge, and then to killing Fei Lang in front of him, in just an instant.
At this moment, the mace in Fei Lang's hand had just been struck.
Zhao Yun used facts to tell Fei Lang that the bigger the weapon, the better, the more lethal the better, but how to use it and how to use it.
But Feilang has no time to understand or improve.
"Puch."
Because at the next moment, Zhao Yun's shot hit Fei Lang. The sharp tip of the spear penetrated Fei Lang's neck, unceremoniously destroyed Fei Lang's throat, and came out from the rear.[
With a "plop" sound, blood flew out.
Suddenly, this scene made many people open their mouths and stare blankly. Especially the many Qiang cavalry. What did they see?
They saw their pride, their number one warrior, slaying the enemy general from the midst of thousands of troops, with a fierce and unstoppable power.
But in the end he died on the spot.
It's just a shot, just a light shot. It's not a fight between dragons and tigers, nor a dangerous fight, but just a simple shot.
This ended the life of their first warrior.
If the opponent is tall, far stronger than Air Wolf, the weapon he uses is more vicious than a mace, and the horse he rides on is stronger than Air Wolf.
Then the Qiang cavalry may feel better and not be so shocked. But the problem is that the opponent's figure is only decent, and there is no way to tell how majestic it is.
Not only was he not majestic, but he was also a little thinner, even thinner than the average Qiang warrior. But it was such a thin man who killed the first warrior of the Qiang clan.
Just one shot.
This blow was huge and unimaginable, so the Qiang cavalry collectively opened their mouths and froze.