Horse hooves raise flying dust, and the cold weather creates mist.
Two thousand Japanese bandits, led by Fuchun Ichiro, launched a charge towards Yan Zhuo's Jingkou Guards camp.
Tomiharu Ichiro's red armor is very gorgeous. The nails rise and fall like thousands of red leaves.
In Fuso, his armor is called a large armor, and his helmet is called a star pocket. There is a front stand in front of the star pocket, which is carved into the shape of a ferocious beast. The ferocious beast is surrounded by red hair like a lion's mane.
When the wind blows, the red hair moves with the wind, and the ferocious beasts also come to life. Look, they really look like evil spirits. If Heitian sees it, it will scare many women and children to cry.
"Five hundred steps!" the Jingkou Guards shouted, "the Japanese cavalry are still five hundred steps away from us."
Yan Zhuo stood in the formation, waved the flag in his hand, and said: "The archers fired arrows at fifty steps, and the bamboo soldiers set up bamboos to prepare!" His military order was filled with inner strength. Although his voice was not high, it could be clearly heard by everyone.
In the ears of a soldier.
"Four hundred steps!" the soldiers shouted again.
The eight groups of Jingkou Guards in the front looked solemn, and each one was in a posture, ready to go. The bamboo soldiers clenched their bamboo poles tightly, and the bows and arrows were already on the strings. They only waited for the soldiers to call the hundred steps before they drew their bows and gathered strength.
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"Three hundred steps!"
Jingkou Wei took a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply. His heart was dry, and the weather was cold. The hot breath he exhaled turned into mist when it was cold, and gathered in front of Jingkou Wei's formation, hanging like clouds.
"Two hundred steps!" There were beads of sweat on both sides of the soldier's nose, and his eyes were fixed on the rushing red armor.
Yan Zhuo could already see the red armor. He was sitting astride the horse, his eyebrows raised, as sharp as a newly sharpened sword.
When Ichiro Tomiharu saw that Jiangzuo's army had taken a stance, he whipped his whip and his horse neighed: "Charge! Break through Jiangzuo's defense line in one go."
"One hundred steps!" the ordering soldier shouted and ran back to the formation.
The bamboo soldier took a full breath, put the bamboo pole on the shield soldier's shield, and pushed his hind legs tightly on the ground, like a tree taking root. The archer also fully drew his bow, and only took one breath before shooting the first shot.
Rain of arrows.
As soon as the first round of arrow rain fell, the Japanese cavalry rushed in front of them. The strong impact hit the bamboo pole, making the bamboo pole crackle. The bamboo soldiers all blushed and clamped tightly with creaking nests.
The bamboo pole was unwilling to take even half a step back even though blood was pouring from the tiger's mouth. But after all, the impact of the cavalry was not something ordinary people could withstand. The bamboo soldier tried his best, but was finally pushed ten steps away by the impact.
However, although the bamboo soldiers were pushed away, the Japanese cavalry were also bunched up due to the obstruction of the bamboo poles and could not launch a charge.
Tomiharu Ichiro watched the cavalry in chaos, waving Japanese swords, shouting, and wanted to direct the rear cavalry to detour to both sides. Before he could deploy the cavalry on both sides, Yan Zhuo had already ordered ambushes on both sides.
Twenty groups of soldiers moved closer to the center.
In an instant, more than fifty bamboo poles attacked the Japanese bandits from the front and the east and west sides.
Tomiharu Ichiro looked around and felt as if he had fallen into a bamboo forest. The blue light hitting his face made him dizzy: "Dismount! Fight them on land!" He shouted, turned over and dismounted, and pointed his sword at the bamboo in front of him.
It was a slashing blow.
The Japanese bandits dismounted with Tomiharu Ichiro, but as soon as they dismounted, they also fell into a bamboo forest.
"The bamboo soldiers blocked the enemy up and down, and the archers took the opportunity to fire arrows!" Yan Zhuo issued another military order.
More than 20 groups of Jingkou guards shouted to kill in unison, and the sound of killing was so loud that the two thousand Japanese thieves were stunned. The bamboo soldiers swept left and right, and the bamboo branches covered with patches were even sharper, and they pounced on the Japanese thieves' faces.
There were just blood stains, and the unlucky Japanese bandit hurt his eyes, covering his face and crying and wailing.
After the bamboo soldiers swept left and right, they raised their bamboo poles. The Japanese bandit looked at the gap and was about to rush forward to kill, when he was knocked to the ground by an oncoming crossbow arrow.
The Japanese pirates were in disarray and could not help but retreat, while the Jingkou guards pressed forward step by step. The bamboo soldiers rushed forward and the shield soldiers guarded them. The spearmen guarding behind the shield soldiers were responsible for finishing the fallen enemies, leaving no Japanese pirates alive.
, but the archers still looked at the opportunity to shoot a wave of Japanese pirates. Under such pressing pressure, the Japanese army was shaken and had no intention of fighting anymore.
Tomiharu Ichiro shouted and wanted to organize an attack, but he was defeated like a mountain, the morale of the army was lost, the Japanese bandits had no intention of fighting, and deserters surged back like a torrent.
——Three hundred people forced back two thousand people.
The captain looked at the Japanese corpses all over the ground, made a rough estimate, and said with a surprised look on his face: "General, there are at least 700 Japanese corpses on the ground."
Yan Zhuo smiled, his eyebrows still as sharp as blades: "Colonel, look out, today I will use our three hundred people to annihilate these two thousand of them!"
When the captain heard what Yan Zhuo said, he was shocked. It was not easy to drive back two thousand Japanese bandits with less than three hundred people. Isn't this total annihilation too fanciful?
Just as the captain was thinking this, Yan Zhuo jumped into the formation, just like a dragonfly touching water. Each of his feet landed on the heads of the Japanese bandits, making them even more nervous.
Dizzy.
Yan Zhuo then crossed across, blocking the Japanese bandits' retreat with one person, and surrounded the remaining more than a thousand Japanese bandits with the Jingkou guards in front and on the left and right sides.
The Japanese bandits saw that Yan Zhuo was the only one on the way back, and they saw that he was wearing black armor and looked like a general, with a perverted smile on his face, and he said fiercely in his heart: Killing one of their generals is worth it!
Tomiharu Ichiro also saw Yan Zhuo. He was filled with hatred, anger, shame and resentment. He stared at Yan Zhuo with his eyes as if he wanted to spit out fire: "Kill that general!"
The Japanese thieves drew out their Japanese knives and rushed towards Yan Zhuo like hungry wolves.
Yan Zhuo glanced at Fuchun Ichiro and snorted disdainfully. He turned his wrist and saw a long sword blocking his chest, and a dazzling light flashed from the sword body.
The sound of horses' hoofbeats became more rapid, accompanied by the shrill gasps of men and horses.
Yan Zhuo stood a little below his feet and swung his long sword into the wind. In just a moment, the cold sword energy pierced the west wind.
Tomiharu Ichiro felt a cold star suddenly shine in front of his eyes, and a ray of warmth grew in his throat. He wanted to lower his head to look at his neck, but as soon as he lowered his head, he felt that the ground was getting closer and closer.
After rolling over, all he could see in front of him was a pile of mud-covered feet and horse hooves.
The Japanese bandits were shocked when they saw Ichiro Touchun's head fall to the ground, but they still had delusions in their hearts. They wanted to rely on their numbers to break through Yan Zhuo's obstruction, but in the next second, they would pay the price for their naivety.
I saw Yan Zhuo exploding his brilliant inner energy, a long roar rising into the sky, and the man and sword uniting into a flying rainbow. The bright brilliance and the overwhelming sword energy destroyed the group of Japanese thieves without any power to parry.
, he could only watch helplessly as the flying sword turned into thousands of lights and shadows, falling on his head.
The blood light covered the shadow of the sword, the gray mist gradually turned red, and the world was filled with a chill.
Yan Zhuo returned the sword to its sheath, then lowered his foot back to the captain, and said calmly: "I said we can annihilate these two thousand Japanese bandits."
The captain looked at the corpse of the Japanese bandit on the ground and took a breath of cold air. He looked at Yan Zhuo in disbelief, at the black armor and the scabbard that was not stained with any blood. His heart felt like a piece of steel.
When Tao Su came out, she could no longer bear the slightest fright: If one person kills a thousand people, is he still a human being?!
Those Jingkou guards were dumbfounded when they looked at Yan Zhuo. They looked at Yan Zhuo and then at the corpses on the ground. The blood and sword shadows just flashed in their minds, as if in the blink of an eye, a thousand people were destroyed.
They were all beheaded. They looked at each other, muttering quietly, with surprise and suspicion on their faces.
"Hey, did you see it? When our general swung his sword just now, it seemed like white light came out. Did you see it? Does our general know any magic?"
"What magic? It's sword energy. Our general's martial arts are among the best in the world."
"How do you know that's sword energy?"
"I have a distant cousin in Baiyun Villa. He is a Silver Sword Guard. He showed off his skills when he returned to his hometown, but his sword aura is far inferior to that of our general."
"Hey, according to what you say, our general is quite well-established in the world!"
"I think he must be a young talent from the top ten sects. He was recruited into our Jingkou Guards just after he came down from the mountain. And he is not the top ten sects later, but the four major sects at the beginning."
The Jingkou Guards were chattering, and they were all interested in the origin of their general "Zhao Gongdao". For a time, there were a lot of rumors about the illegitimate son of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the illegitimate son of Luo Ao, the pretty boy of the master of Jade Girl Palace, etc.
It seemed to be spread out.
Yan Zhuo looked at his men chattering and did not explain. He just hung the long sword on the side of the saddle again and shouted: "Clean the battlefield, collect the arrows, and take a look at what we need from these Japanese thieves."
.Remember to look at life and death first, then pick up things, leaving no one alive!"
