Zhao Dahu led three hundred elite soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty to confront Wen Zheng's Beifu soldiers.
Zhao Dahu held a three-pointed two-edged sword and stood proudly under the general flag with the word "Zhao". He looked at the black-bearded man Wen Zheng standing opposite and facing the wind, and thought to himself: Isn't it just that he looks darker? Look at that.
I don’t know if I fell into a pit of fire when I was born, or if I fell into a pit of fire when I was reincarnated in my previous life.
After slandering him, he snorted coldly and said: "The whole army is in formation."
The troops of the Later Han Dynasty formed a queue of five people, with neat armor. The first queue of soldiers held iron shields and steel knives, blocking the middle of the path. Behind the sword and shield soldiers, there was another queue of spear soldiers, holding spears on their shields.
Behind the spearmen, there was also a group of crossbowmen, cocking arrows.
The army formation of the Later Han Dynasty, with these fifteen people as a fighting group, took full advantage of the narrow plank road.
Wen Zheng looked at the military formation of the Later Han Dynasty in front of him, and then at Zhao Dahu under the general's flag. His eyes were stern, and he thought to himself: The military formation of the Later Han Dynasty is quite interesting, but the people under the general's flag are really ugly, Dabi.
With his wide mouth and small eyes, he looks like a headstrong person with a small belly and a weak heart.
"Big Mouth Guy, what's the use of this formation? If you have the guts to fight me single-handedly for several rounds, let's see if I don't capture you alive!"
Wen Zheng said this, looking at Zhao Dahu with a little disdain on his face, pointing a spear at Zhao Dahu provocatively. He was not underestimating the enemy by being so provocative. Although he was born rough, his thoughts on marching and fighting were delicate.
, he knew that the military formation of the Later Han Dynasty was suitable for taking advantage of the narrow plank road. Leading the army to charge headlong would be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap, but if he could draw the general out, the situation would be different. Although he could not let the Later Han military formation stand.
Defeat, but it can also shake their military morale.
When masters compete with each other, a moment's difference can mean life or death, and the same is true in this battle of military formations.
"Don't use that method of provoking generals. In this battle of military formations, it is common practice for military strategists to fight between military formations. Let's compare these military formations, so what?" Zhao Dahu replied, waving the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand.
As soon as Zhao Dahu finished speaking, Jiang Zuo's army burst into laughter. Wen Zheng even bent down with laughter and said: "If you don't dare to fight, just say you don't dare to fight. Why are you still finding so many excuses? You soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty are all
Is he a coward?"
When Wen Zheng said this, the Beifu sergeants burst into laughter. They laughed and taunted: One soldier is a coward, and a general is a coward. The men of the Later Han Dynasty are all bastards, and they are all big teapots.
Seeing the angry look on Zhao Dahu's face, Wen Zheng clapped his horse and stood in front of the military formation, shouting loudly: "In the army of the Later Han Dynasty, who dares to fight with me? Who dares to fight with me!"
He spoke like this, his voice was shocking and majestic, his shouts echoed in the mountains, and he seemed to be arrogant and contemptuous of the world.
Zhao Dahu's eyelids twitched, and a ball of anger in his heart became more and more intense as Wen Zheng shouted one after another. He shouted and cursed: "Jiangzuo thieves only dare to talk, but they have the ability to invade our army!
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Wen Zheng saw that Zhao Dahu was already jumping up and down in anger. He drew his bow and shot an arrow at Zhao Dahu's military flag, making a big hole in the word "Zhao".
This ancient military flag is like a person's face. If you shoot a hole in this military flag, it's like someone spitting phlegm in your face.
When Zhao Dahu saw that his flag was being shot, he could no longer bear it. He held a three-pointed two-edged sword and charged towards Wen Zheng, intending to fight him to the death.
When Wen Zheng saw Zhao Dahu clapped towards him, he curved his lips and shouted: "The pustule finally dares to show its head!"
When he shouted, the spear in his hand danced with sparks, and hit Zhao Dahu's face. Zhao Dahu did not blink, and he protected his face with the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and hit Wen Zheng's forehead with a straight slash.
Wen Zheng saw Zhao Dahu holding a broadsword in his hand, the middle door was wide open, the sword was drawn out in his rear hand, the sword flashed, and it was thrown directly into Zhao Dahu's heart.
Zhao Dahu was shocked when he saw Wen Zheng drawing his sword as a hidden weapon. Just as he was about to dodge, his right shoulder suddenly felt pain, and the tip of the spear had pierced into his shoulder. Wen Zheng hit the target with one move, and without hesitation, he struck out with the spear like a rising dragon.
, Zhao Dahu's right arm was completely removed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Dahu screamed and fell on his back. Wen Zheng did not wait for the support of the soldiers of the Later Han Dynasty, pulled up the front hooves of the war horse, and stepped directly on Zhao Dahu's heart with both hoofs, crushing his sternum.
Don't stop until you are dry.
"Listen, Hou Han Army, your general is dead. If you surrender now, I can spare your life!"
As soon as Wen Zheng finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves from the rear of the Hou Han army came like thunder. He Yingxiong galloped his horse and raised his whip, saying loudly: "General Zhao has an order, the whole army must hold fast, and Jiang Zuo's army must not be allowed to move forward! Defend us with my blood and sweat."
Big man. Defend my big man with my blood and sweat!"
Seeing He Yingxiong leading his own troops to support, the morale of the Later Han army was immediately boosted, and they all shouted in unison: "With my blood and sweat, defend my big man, with my blood and sweat, defend my big man!"
Seeing that his general was defeated, Wen Zheng reined in his horse and shouted loudly: "My defeated general, I advise you to take a good look at the situation. Your coward general is dead. If you don't want to fall into my trap, then surrender quickly. I will spare my life."
You won’t die!”
He Yingxiong smiled when he heard this and was not angry. He just said loudly: "Crossbowmen, shoot the arrows!"
With this order, nearly a hundred feathered arrows shot at Wen Zheng in an instant.
Wen Zheng was startled, and his crotch dropped, causing his horse to fall to the ground. He lay under the horse to hide from the arrows. Just after the first wave of arrows passed, the shield-wielding Jiangzuo heavy guard hurried to Wen Zheng.
Stand to your side and protect him behind your shield.
"Hahahaha, aren't the Beifu soldiers the tiger and wolf troops of Jiangzuo? Why are they acting like cowards now and have the ability to fight me?" He Yingxiong mocked.
Wen Zheng hid behind a heavy shield and said sternly: "The bastards of the Later Han Dynasty can only hurt people with hidden arrows, but they have the ability to fight me one-on-one!"
"Haha, the bravery of an ordinary man is nothing!" He Yingxiong said again, "Fire arrows and shoot them into hedgehogs!"
Suddenly there was another heavy rain of arrows, and the Beifu soldiers could only hide behind their shields and defend passively.
Wen Zheng hid behind the shield and said secretly angrily: These timid Hou Han soldiers only know how to shoot cold arrows and are capable of one-on-one duels. If I, Zheng, give in to him, then I am not the son of my father! This is
My defeated general can only rely on this military formation to fight me!
"You bastards of the Hou Han Dynasty, if you have the ability to fight with your Grandpa Wen Zheng with real swords and guns, don't use cold arrows and other dirty things. I will let ten of you hit me, and your Grandpa Wen Zheng won't even take one."
Cowardly."
He Yingxiong smiled, showing contempt, and said: "You are just a brave man, but you still dare to shout like this. There is no way to fight. As long as I can repel you, no matter what method you use to shut me down, I will use a shit basin to hold you down, so you have to be honest."
Bear it!"
"You later Han people don't respect martial ethics!" Wen Zheng shouted.
But before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo's voice came from behind the Beifu army formation: "Do the beasts from the Miemen Slaughter Village deserve to say the word virtue?!"
