Chapter 113 Veteran hates death
The wounded heavy cavalry roared, holding the nine-curved spear, stabbed forward fiercely.
Yan Sheng Beiheng's sword slashed.
The powerful explosive power finally shocked the wounded soldiers on the opposite side.
But the other bandits do not have the ability to do so.
Looking out, corpses are everywhere.
A dozen central soldiers may not be able to kill a heavy cavalry.
This doesn't work.
Yan Shengbei's big sword shook and shouted at the iron-armored guard behind him.
"Clash with me!"
The cavalry rushed out of the county town killed all the waves of stopping troops.
Finally, he met with the heavy cavalry.
Hu Dayong shouted.
"Brother, I'll help you!"
With a heavy sword from the tiger and dragon, the horses and thieves on the opposite side were shattered.
Blood and internal organs flowed all over the ground.
"Hahaha, second brother, it's a good time!"
"Today, we two brothers will start a murder!"
"No, the coach is in danger, come with me!"
Yan Shengbei and Zhang Fengqi collided head-on.
Two heavy knives slashed hard and passed by the wrong horse.
"Old guy, you're so tired."
"Your death is here!"
Zhang Fengqi cursed angrily.
"Sheng Thief, don't be arrogant!"
Yan Shengbei rushed over again.
"thief?"
"The Great Zhou has no way, and everyone in the world can replace it!"
"The throne of Fengqiu City,"
"I, Yan Shengbei, should also sit there!"
Are you fucking daydreaming?
Looking at all dynasties, which big bandit was the first to invade?
Get what you want?
The ultimate winner.
They are all the people who are hidden the deepest.
You Yan Shengbei.
But it's just a pawn crossing the river.
Zhang Fengqi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and the two slashed together again.
Yan Shengbei’s Yanyue Sword is also excellent.
After a few rounds, half of the tip of the knife was cut off by Zhang Fengqi's heavy knife.
He laughed wildly with a greedy face.
"What a heavy knife, it's my own!"
Zhang Fengqi disdained.
If you have the ability, come and get it!
"Sharp!"
Mars are splashing everywhere.
The Yanyue sword broke with the handle.
Just at the moment of being wrong.
Yan Shengbei pulled out a three-foot thin iron spear from the broken handle.
A cold light flashed.
"Puff!"
Zhang Fengqi couldn't dodge.
The sharp spear tip actually pierced through heavy armor.
It came out from behind his ribs and penetrated the bones.
Yan Shengbei smiled grimly and said, "Old thing, die!"
Zhang Fengqi endured the severe pain and pulled out the five-foot Miao knife behind him with his backhand.
The silver light is dazzling.
A slashed with an oblique knife!
"Crack!"
"Hundreds...hundreds of exercises..."
Yan Shengbei didn't finish his dialect, his body.
From below the neck, two halves suddenly cracked.
Including the BMW under his crotch, he also sobbed and fell to the ground.
Zhang Fengqi couldn't sit steadily right away.
He used a knife to pestle the ground, and blood foam was sprayed.
"hehe……"
"Die under the Hundred Refining Sword..."
"Your surnamed Yan, you can rest in peace."
The iron-armored guards of Yan Shengbei rushed on horseback.
I really want to snatch their big leader back.
But at this time, the heavy cavalry around Zhang Fengqi also gathered more and more.
The tiger and dragon brothers also caught up.
"Master..."
The tiger and dragon held the shaking Zhang Fengqi with a hand, and said with a crying voice.
"Masterman...how are you?"
Zhang Fengqi's white beard was full of blood flowing.
He pointed at the bandits and shouted hard.
"I am not in trouble..."
"Cover the kill..."
Hu Dayong cut off Yan Shengbei's head without mercy, and picked it on the tip of the gun and shouted.
"Yan Shengbei is dead!"
"Wait, do you still have to resist stubbornly?"
The morale of the bandits was suddenly in chaos.
The hungry people in the distance put down their hoes and spears, and knelt down to ask for submission.
The bandits' army were all old bandits, so they were naturally fierce.
These people waved swords and guns, intending to open the bloody path.
Now the Chanzhou army is not together.
As long as you avoid these heavy cavalry, there will be no way out.
Zhang Fengqi was helped off the horse by the tiger and dragon.
A medical soldier arrived and bandaged him in a hurry.
"Don't panic, I'm still dead... I can't die!"
"It's not too late to enter Lu County and heal the wound again!"
Entering Lu County?
Hu Dayong, who had run around the battlefield for a short time, heard the words.
Suddenly he was shocked.
"Master, you...you can't enter Lu County."
The tiger and dragon stared at their brother in surprise.
“Why?”
Hu Dayong explained eagerly.
"Du Yong lost Ma'an Pass and felt panic!"
"He...he has always been afraid of punishment from the general."
"I led the cavalry to help, and I was considered to be leaving, the commander-in-chief!"
"Now the commander is seriously injured, I may... something unexpected happens..."
How is that possible?
Isn't planning to punish him?
At least we have to wait for the war, right?
Is this the kind of person who doesn’t know the right or wrong?
Zhang Fengqi rolled his eyes and opened his mouth and spewed out a large stream of blood.
This is really, the injury is even worse.
"Master!"
"Master!"
...
At this time, several riders rushed to the north.
The flag behind it roared in the night wind.
"Master!"
"Where is the Grand Marshal?"
"The two thousand four hundred heavy knives customized by our department were robbed in Huanglongjiang!"
"Suspectedly, what the Liao people did!"
The news sent by this wave of messengers is outdated.
Unfortunately, Zhang Fengqi was seriously injured.
I can't wait for the second wave of latest news.
He coughed up blood again.
The whole face turned into a golden paper.
"It's raining all night!"
Maybe it's a rebirth.
The old coach's words were also coherent.
God doesn't give him a chance.
What can I do if I just want to say anything?
The thief was defeated.
But I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Dalong, how many of our heavy cavalry are left?"
This bloody battle.
Even the coach was seriously injured and in critical condition.
Let alone other soldiers.
The central army in Yan Shengbei was composed of horse thieves and criminals.
Not afraid of death.
Many people have extraordinary martial arts.
Even if the bandits have poor equipment, they will face the tired heavy cavalry.
More than a dozen or dozens of bandits can't even waste a heavy cavalry?
"Master, intact, at most five or six hundred!"
"There are nearly 800 minor injuries!"
"Others..."
This has not counted the casualties of Hu Dayong's troops.
As new forces, they have now become the main force in pursuit.
The four gates of Lu County in the distance are still closed.
"Is there more than half of it?"
Zhang Fengqi was deeply saddened.
I spent my whole life savings to build three thousand heavy riders.
Unexpectedly, he was crippled in one battle.
This army was originally prepared for the Liao people.
It's really good that fate is trying to make people.
"Oh...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
"Dalong, you take people away...go away immediately!"
"Don't go back to Chanzhou, Zhuangzi... can't believe it."
"The Liao people crossed the river to rob?"
"I am not that naive yet!"
The tiger and the dragon were stunned. Can't even go back to Chanzhou?
God? Zhuangzi got three thousand heavy swords alone.
The thief actually called to catch the thief?
The Grand Marshal is seriously injured now.
The military city of Chanzhou is not allowed to have the surname Zhuang, so is it the final decision for one person?
But, is the world big?
Where can we, the remnants of our army?
"Master..."
Zhang Fengqi smiled hard and said, "I... can't do it anymore."
"Go to Luoyang Mountain..."
"The thief's cave is empty..."
"Everyone is fine... you can recover from your injuries, and you can also go to Xiongzhou..."
"Lu Taibai, you are generous and dare to fight..."
"I... wish I could... kill all..."
Before he finished speaking, the boss's head turned pale.
He passed away suddenly.
"Master!"
The mists are everywhere.
On the huge battlefield.
Where is there a trace of joy of victory?
This chapter has been completed!