The wind beat against Zhang Chong's iron surface, flowing through the holes in the iron surface and hitting his eyes, making him feel sore.
He looked at the enemy troops that were becoming clearer and clearer in his field of vision, feeling calm and calm, and riding his horse with determination.
The sound gradually became so low that the world became silent and only breath remained.
Time slowly, slowly, slowly, until the battlefield showed a black and white scenery.
Sudden……
"Wow..."
"Bang..."
Zhang Chong drove his mount like a hammer into the Han army's spear array.
Without any stagnation or obstruction, Zhang Chong rode alone and crashed into the Han army's formation.
This collision made a sound, and the noise and excitement in the world jumped out.
This collision brought out the colors, and the red, yellow, orange and green colors of the battlefield jumped into my eyes.
The formation that Zhang Chong captured was a 3,000-man infantry formation co-organized by Xing Ju and Xu Rong. This formation was an elite standing guard for Wuhuan, and it was at the forefront of the Zhenbei Army in terms of both willpower and armor.
But such an elite infantry battalion leader was helpless against Zhang Chong's charge.
Regardless of whether it was a spear or an arrow, Zhang Chong's armor would be bounced away when it hit him. As for swords and axes, they couldn't even hit Zhang Chong, because Zhang Chong's horse was not hitting him at all, but running as fast as if it were treading flat ground.
Yes, that's right, the horses didn't collide, they just ran wildly.
The cavalry's collision relied on horse power, but Zhang Chong directly relied on his infinite physical strength and strange strength to clear out all enemies in his path.
Ordinary iron soldiers only weigh more than two or three kilograms, and the horse pottery is only three kilograms of head and a wooden pole of eight feet. But the horse pottery in Zhang Chong's hand is made of real stainless steel, with a total weight of one hundred and twenty kilograms.
, this is the result of repeated beatings.
Ordinary people can't even lift a thing, let alone fighting. But at this moment, Zhang Chong made the horse's silk move like the wind. The fine steel horse's silk was danced out of the afterimage, and all the Han troops in front of him were smashed into pieces and flew away.
So Zhang Chong's Thousand Mile Horse only had to carry Zhang Chong, who weighed three hundred kilograms, and run on the broken limbs all the way.
Such weapons and such force have never been seen before in the world.
The sound of the battlefield was very loud, and there were nearly a hundred thousand people with thousands of voices. Naturally, everyone had their own opinions. But at this moment, the officials in the Ministry of Punishment and Judgment seemed to be mute, unable to speak no matter how hard they tried.
Their steps were like lead, and they couldn't move no matter how hard they moved.
Even when these people were beaten to pieces by Zhang Chong, they still couldn't say a word.
The rest of the Han troops on the battlefield were speechless when they saw the rain of blood in the middle.
Blood rain is not an adjective, it is a reality seen by these long-term veterans.
The old soldiers who had long been fearless were trembling like chaff when they saw such a demonic scene.
Just like this, there was no sound at all on the huge battlefield.
And Lu Yu, who was down the north slope, saw this scene. How could he forget it in this life?
His eyes were distracted and he murmured:
"This power and power are unheard of and unseen. Who in the past thousand years can compare with this man?"
…
Xing Ju died, and the number one hero who protected Wuhuan Xiaowei had come to an end.
This man dominated the army with his bravery. Before joining the army, he often went outside the fortress and hunted beard heads in exchange for rewards. It can be said that he was hated by the Xianbei people.
But more than ten years later, Xing Ju was still alive and well, and even led more and more heroes and warriors deep beyond the Great Wall, hungry for the meat of the Northern captives and thirsty for the blood of the Xianbei.
But just like this, a man who a hundred thousand Xianbei soldiers could do nothing about died in Zhongren Pavilion.
Even, even, he was not directly killed by Zhang Chong.
It was just that some stones swept by Zhang Chong hit his face and blew his head off.
In other words, Xing Ju had no chance to fight for his life, and he died in humiliation without even pointing the knife at Zhang Chong.
After Xing Ju died, no soldiers wanted to avenge him. They just wrapped Xing Ju's body in tears and left the battlefield.
They looked at the mighty man from a distance, with mixed feelings of fear and admiration in their hearts.
They know that they will never be able to take revenge in their lifetime.
When Zhang Chong had already charged through the formation, Li Damu carried the apricot-yellow banner and led his armored cavalry. He collided with the general and the cavalry rushed forward.
If just now Zhang Chong penetrated the Han army's formation like a laser, then now the Taishan Army's assault cavalry were like iron rakes, plowing the land, leaving pools of blood on the spot.
In Xingju, Xu Rong's three thousand infantry formation collapsed with one blow.
The collapse of an army formation does not require killing all the soldiers. It only needs at most one-third of the soldiers to be injured or killed in battle for the army to collapse.
This is not just a matter of morale, but for every soldier who falls to the ground, two soldiers are needed to help him move to the rear. In reality, because the sergeants are afraid of the bloody fighting on the battlefield, a soldier will even appear.
The official was injured, and Quan Shi's subordinates all carried him and retreated together, a funny scene.
Once the soldiers retreat to the rear, it will be extremely difficult to drive them back to their original positions.
But the collapse of the Criminal Judgment Department is not like this. This department really suffered too many casualties and no one can fight.
After being charged by a cavalry group equivalent to their total strength, there was no one left standing on the battlefield.
…
Under the apricot-yellow banner, Li Damu held the banner with both hands and stared at the king in front of him.
He shouted loudly to Dian Wei who was still killing fiercely beside him:
"Awei, this won't work. The king is charging too fast, and his horse can't bear it."
Dian Wei suddenly came back to his senses. He glanced at the wind-like king in front of him. The apricot-yellow figure had turned into a scarlet red, almost indistinguishable from the crimson red of the Han army.
While running at high speed, Dian Wei could only shout back to Li Damu:
"Damu, you and your brothers continue to chase. I will lead people to catch up with the king and change his horses."
Li Damu nodded, grasped the apricot-yellow paper with all his strength, and adjusted his rapid breathing.
Behind him are 200 armored cavalry. The impact formation must be stabilized and cannot be divided.
Then Dian Wei clicked on two generals with his left hand, namely Cheng Pu and Han Dang among the generals in the collision.
After receiving the order, the two men led their respective subordinates and gathered three top-quality thousand-mile horses in the middle. Then, under the leadership of Dian Wei, they accelerated to catch up with the king.
At this moment, Zhang Chong had already rushed to the front of deputy commander Wei Duan's formation.
The famous commander was staring at the bandit leader with hatred in his eyes, calmly arranging the phalanx.
He wanted to avenge his nephew and adopted son.
Wei Duan's Chinese army was a reorganized army of 4,000 men. With the support of Lu Zhi's Chinese army in the rear, Gao Fan joined Wei Duan's army with the Bohai Euphorbia soldiers.
After receiving reinforcements from Gao Fan, Wei Duan decisively ordered this elite division, which had been tested and trusted for a long time, to advance forward and form the first line of defense.
After that, he has the former Northern Army officials as the backbone, and the veterans as the elite of flesh and blood, all of whom are willing to fight for Wei Duan.
They have the confidence to protect their commander and resist all invading forces.
Until they met the man in front of them.
…
In front of thousands of troops, under the banner, Gao Fan was sweating profusely. He knew that he might die this time.
Coming from the Bohai Gao family, this was not the first time he faced death, but every time he escaped from death, he gained more honors.
And this honor became even more precious after his brother Gao Lan abandoned his master.
One of the original Gao's double courtyard pillars has fallen down, so the remaining one is the backbone and cannot fall down no matter what.
But after just one glance at the knight running towards him, Gao Fan knew he was going to die.
His instincts, the instincts of his mount, are driving him to escape from this place quickly, leave him, run away! Run away quickly!
But Gao Fan, who regards honor as his life, only feels ashamed of this instinct.
He gritted his teeth and roared like a wild beast. He roared angrily:
"Ah, what a thieves, come to death, come to death!"
He picked up the horse, hammered his beloved horse, and drove it towards the man opposite.
Just like that, under the gaze of everyone, Gao Fan raised his horse and charged alone.
Behind, Wei Duan in the carriage saw Gao Fan's actions and cursed:
"The dog slave soldier is ruining my big job!"
But Gao Fan couldn't hear it anymore. His blood surged and he defeated his fear. He used all his hormones and all his energy to charge at that man!
Non-stop, non-stop, speed up, speed up.
There was a muffled sound and Gaofan was floating.
He saw the world reverse, he saw the blue sky, and he also saw his mount, with his lower body on it.
He was vomiting blood wildly from his mouth, his eyes slowly blurred, and he didn't have any regrets.
He fought with the strongest samurai in the world and died without regrets.
…
Time passed slowly, and the scene just now appeared like this in the eyes of the Euphorbia warriors.
Facing the general's charge, the knight on the opposite side just swung his sword horizontally, and the shining spear cut off the general's waist and abdomen.
Gao Fan was cut in half, and the upper part flew out directly and landed on the grass.
Then, the knight on the opposite side stopped in front of the formation and muttered:
"Step aside."
The Euphorbia warriors who heard this only felt extremely ashamed.
After killing so many people of your own, including your own general, you just want to tell them to leave with just one word?
But, but, they couldn't let go of the big halberd and didn't dare to face the man.
Then, weeping came from the Bohai Euphorbia warrior formation, and they collapsed in front of thousands of troops.
They threw away their halberds, took off their military uniforms, and left the battlefield with only their hakama.
They couldn't overcome their fear and face this man.
But among the retreating crowd, one official stood out.
He was neatly dressed in military uniform and wearing a military uniform on his head, and slowly walked from the formation to Zhang Chong.
Looking at this man who was as powerful as heaven, the military officer slowly bowed down and asked:
"Please allow my brothers to take my brother's body back. For this reason, I am willing to exchange my life for his body."
Under the mask, Zhang Chong lifted the mask, and a burst of hot air spurted out from the armor. He bent down and took out the water bag, drank the honey water, and asked the military officer below:
"May I have your name."
The soldier did not raise his head and said slowly:
"My dear, Gao Ao, please."
Zhang Chong smiled, he pressed the fine steel malays on Gao Ao's shoulders, and said calmly:
"Okay, I will accept your life. You can take your brother's body away, but come to me after the war. From now on, your life belongs to me."
Gao Ao raised his head, looked at the man carrying the sun in astonishment, and finally kowtowed heavily.
At this time, Dian Wei, Han Dang, Cheng Pu and others ran over.
As soon as Dian Wei arrived, he said to Zhang Chong anxiously:
"Your Majesty, the red horse can no longer run. Please change the horse first."
After saying that, Dian Wei held a thousand-mile horse with no hair on its body in one hand and sent it to Zhang Chong.
Zhang Chong looked at Dian Wei's extremely nervous face and laughed.
Then he supported the horse's back and jumped from the red horse to the new horse.
Then, Zhang Chong pulled the reins, raised the horse's harness, and shouted to the remaining Han troops in front:
"Get out of the way."
Therefore, the Northern troops who were willing to die for Wei Duan made way for a passage, revealing Wei Duan under the banner.
Wei Duan was shaking with anger on the chariot. He stood up, grabbed a big spear, and then shouted:
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
After saying this, he ordered his driver to drive his chariot and rush towards Zhang.
At this moment, Wei Duan, holding a big gun in his hand, finally understood Gao Fan on the charge.
He used all his strength and shouted:
"I, the Han Dynasty, cannot survive. I will kill you, the traitor! Kill Haiyanheqing!"
Zhang Chong frowned in disgust and watched the old man rushing down the long slope.
He gently patted the horse's neck and urged the young thousand-mile horse to move straight forward against the out-of-control chariot.
The horse could not adapt to Zhang Chong's weight at first, so it could only walk at a leisurely pace. When Zhang Chong patted its neck, it received the master's order and began to fly with its hooves, venting its abundant physical energy and charging forward.
Due to the huge inertia, Wei Duan could no longer stand at this time. He knelt on the chariot, holding a giant tree in both hands, and shouted:
"Speed up, faster, faster."
The coachman was a disciple of Wei Duan and grew up with him. He said sadly:
"Master, we can no longer add more. We have reached the fastest speed now."
Wei Duan looked at the abominable Taishan bandit and roared:
"Come on, come on, kill me, even if I am a devil, I will kill you."
Zhang Chong was indifferent, holding the spear with one arm and missed the side of the chariot. Then Wei Duan was picked up on the head of the spear and taken away from the chariot.
Wei Duanling was lying in mid-air, Ma Zhen penetrated his left lung, and he began to bleed heavily inside his body.
But even though Wei Duan was vomiting blood, he still held on to the fine iron spear with all his strength, like a fierce ghost, and roared:
"You damn monster."
Then, he begged to his silent subordinates:
"I caught his horse, you come up and kill him, kill him."
But no one moved.
Zhang Chong was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore, so he just shoveled and shoveled Wei Duan's head, and Wei Duan's head flew out and fell on the grass.
Under the watchful eyes of Wei Duan's officials, Zhang Chong rode his horse in the passage and ran all the way to the big banner with the word "Wei".
At this moment, these military officers seemed not to be Zhang Chong's enemies, but more like subordinates undergoing his review.
He cut the big banner in pieces, raised it and shouted:
"Will you surrender or not?"
An army gathered its strength, but no one moved.
Zhang Chongshu pointed downward and called again:
"Will you surrender or not?"
This time, the Chinese military officials finally became commotion.
For the last time, Zhang Chong called again:
"Will you surrender or not?"
For a moment, thousands of troops abandoned their weapons and fell to the ground, kneeling before this man.