Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Five The same robe with the son!
The weapons collided, making a loud sound as heavy as thunder.
It seemed that just by being nearby, the body would be torn apart by the aftermath of the shock, and indeed, all the soldiers and horses close to the two weapons were torn into pieces. Even if they were just the remnants of the true spirit and the reflection of the heroes in the past, they were not
What ordinary people can match.
Fan Kuai took a few steps back, the palm of his hand holding the shield trembling uncontrollably.
As Liu Bang's strongest general, he has a similar style to Xiang Yu, but he will never be Xiang Yu's opponent. But at this moment, he does not need to bear the responsibility of guarding, and he has completely let go of his restraints and can exert more powerful power.
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But I can still feel the feeling of being purely suppressed in terms of power.
Xiang Yu... Fan Kuai felt instinctive emotion in his heart. In the era when he was galloping across the earth, the weight of this man overwhelmed everything else. Perhaps in Pei Gong's heart, conquering the world was the ultimate goal and real achievement, but
In the eyes of military generals, there is no greater achievement in the world than killing the overlord of Western Chu personally.
He roared angrily and fought Xiang Yu again.
Xiang Yu's face looked careless at this moment.
But the gun in his hand was unbelievably heavy and overbearing.
The soldiers and horses brought by the ghosts brought by both sides also began to strangle in this huge open area. All the other people, whether they were ordinary monks or researchers, stayed away from what seemed like the reappearance of an ancient battlefield.
For the scene in front of me, fortunately this place is big enough, as big as a battlefield where troops are ordered.
Otherwise, it would just be the aftermath, which could involve them and kill them.
The ancient battle formations, the battle formations of the Gods, were almost like huge strangulation disks. These ordinary soldiers, horses and dark soldiers, under the leadership of two famous generals, seemed to be completely reborn, with fierce murderous intent and that steel-like force.
His momentum almost stunned everyone.
A fierce tiger can lead soldiers like cattle and sheep to devour wolves.
And the true spirits of the two famous generals were fighting crazily in the center.
Two teams of monks and Yin soldiers had already rushed to the front of Xianyang Palace. Two Jin men also joined the battle between Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai. At this moment, the front of Xianyang Palace was almost empty. They ran over, thinking
The palace gate of Xianyang Palace was about to be opened, and at this moment, Wei Yuan and three others happened to appear from near the palace gate.
The mechanism technique of the Mohists in the Age of Gods has already accommodated the ability to change directions in formations.
The monks noticed the two young researchers and the old professor Dong Yuefeng.
But their hearts were cold, and they had no intention of holding back. They drew their weapons, and the two groups of dark soldiers behind them each formed a battle formation. When they attacked, they had the kind of determination and oppression that only the famous generals could have.
a feeling of.
Wei Yuan and Zhang Han asked Dong Yuefeng to hide near the entrance of the agency behind them.
Once a problem occurs, the old professor can turn around and return to the inside of the institution, lower the gate, and block everyone behind. Wei Yuan holds the hilt of the sword in his hand. The battlefield is bloody, and the sound of the collision of weapons is involved in the wind. He takes a breath,
It was as if rough air was pouring into his throat and lungs, making his blood slowly boil.
He thought of the past, holding a weapon in his hand. When the enemy approached, he suddenly drew the sword and abandoned the scabbard. The blade rubbed against the scabbard, emitting an extremely suppressed weapon roar, as if there was a sword hidden in the scabbard.
Violent thunder then erupted violently.
The long sword slashed down hard.
That group of fierce ghost soldiers and horses were cut off by his sword, but the sword in his hand had already torn a path. Next to him was Zhang Han. There is only one essence of battle formation swordsmanship. I believe it.
Your comrade-in-arms, trust that he will block fatal attacks for you, just as he trusts you.
The two swords were like two groups of blizzards sweeping across and spreading violently.
When the rest of the monks and the ghost soldiers and horses found out, corpses had fallen on the ground over there. The strong smell of blood made the place more and more like a battle formation. Wei Yuan's sword pierced the monk's throat, and from there
Pierce it from the back of the neck, or directly pierce the heart of the ghost, crushing the soul.
Then there was a sharp sound that broke through the air. Wei Yuan almost instinctively raised his sword and blocked it with the spine of the sword.
An arrow was deflected.
He took a step back, while Xiang Yu on horseback dropped his bow and stared at Wei Yuan, as if recalling something. The horse's hooves under his crotch were scraping the ground, and its trembling mane seemed to be staring at the sky and the sun.
Lion.
Zhang Han's breathing had become rapid and wheezing.
His soul is just attached to him, and the owner of this body is still an ordinary person.
Wei Yuan blocked the incoming weapon for him. Zhang Han took a step back and sighed:
"It seems that this body's strength can only go so far."
"I can't break his body."
He said: "By the way, Yuan, how many troops can you command?"
Fighting alone and leading an army to fight are two completely different fields.
Wei Yuan replied: "No more than three thousand people."
Zhang Han murmured a few times and said, "Then, I'll play the drum for you."
Wei Yuan nodded and looked at Xiang Yu who tightened Wu Zhui's reins in front of him. The palm of his hand holding the sword slowly exerted force, his back straightened, and he exhaled. Behind him, Zhang Han climbed onto the wall of Xianyang Palace and fought with all his strength.
With strength, beat the war drum.
The powerful sound of war drums almost exploded here.
Everyone was paying attention to the young man holding a sword in front of Xianyang Palace. In both camps, there were ghosts who turned into soldiers and rushed towards Wei Yuan, while Xiang Yu and Fan Kuai were stuck with each other. If it weren't for someone
With the existence of the Jinren of Great Qin, Fan Kuai may have been defeated long ago. Even so, after Wei Yuan appeared, Xiang Yu's true spirit was obvious and he became more and more serious.
The broken heavy gun stirred up the strong wind, and every time it fell, it seemed to smash through everything in front of it.
Fan Kuai gradually became unable to hold on.
Finally, Wu Zhui let out a roar like a beast, and stood up. Xiang Yu's eyes seemed to be burning flames, and he swung out the remaining gun in his hand. Fan Kuai felt a chill in his heart, and he suddenly backed away, lowering his head.
The two ghost captains were directly beheaded, and the remaining soul fragments were like blood.
The two Da Qin Jinmen were also knocked back by this heavy and overbearing blow.
Wu Zhui moved forward slowly, Xiang Yu's eyes were silent, and the remaining gun lifted Fan Kuai's chin.
Fan Kuai gasped violently.
He knew that at the next moment, Xiang Yu's gun would pierce his throat without mercy.
However, he fell asleep again. Today's experience was an accident that could never be repeated again. However, he still felt a little regretful. The gap between him and Xiang Yu turned out to be so huge. But just as he closed his eyes and waited to die, Fan Kuai's expression suddenly changed.
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"This sound..."
He said: "There is an army marching!"
He sat on the ground with the shield in his hand against the ground. When marching, he would often put the shield under his body. Being able to hear the sound of marching or digging in the ground in this way is an ability that must be mastered when marching in the wild.
But this is not the wild.
The army here, if there is not a third party who also uses the same method to exhaust the true spirit of the magic weapon, then there will only be one kind.
Almost as soon as the sound fell, everyone felt it. They heard the footsteps. The footsteps were steady and calm. Perhaps it was said that the footsteps had been approaching from the beginning, but they were overwhelmed by the sound of weapons clashing and fighting until they got closer.
They didn't notice it until it reached a certain range.
The voice came from behind them.
Xiang Yu raised his head.
Zhang Han beat the war drum heavily.
Suddenly he roared loudly:
"You don't have any clothes!"
"Be in the same robe as your son!"
After this long roar, there was a voice in response. The researchers' faces were pale but flushed with indescribable excitement. They heard that there was clearly a song coming from the footsteps.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same enemy with you!"
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. The king raised an army and repaired my spear and halberd. I will work together with you!"
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. The king raised his army and repaired my armor. I will go with you!"
Those voices seemed to come from the distant past, as if they came from behind. The singers had poor intonation, local accent and slang, and even had an indistinguishable voice, but when they were mixed together, no one could laugh at them.
There was such pride and magnificent ideals in that voice.
They turned their heads stiffly and saw a huge black area with an unknown number of people. They held their swords at an angle and walked forward step by step. They saw the black Great Qin war flag suddenly fluttering and the black bird-like wings fluttering on it.
Texture.
Fan Kuai's expression changed slightly. He used time to retreat sharply, avoiding Xiang Yu's gun. Xiang Yu subconsciously extended the tip of the gun forward, but forgot that his gun had been broken. This time, it was just pulled out on Fan Kuai's shoulder.
A trace of blood.
Fan Kuai returned to those ghost soldiers and wanted to form another formation.
Zhang Han beat the war drum heavily.
First there was the extremely passionate first beat, and then the intense drum beat broke out.
The Qin army, revived by the Qin Terracotta Warriors and the war drums of Xianyang Palace, suddenly took a step forward.
He took off his war bow, knelt half on the ground, drew his bow and fired a volley.
Fan Kuai raised his shield subconsciously, and after a rain of arrows that covered the world for a moment, Fan Kuai was surrounded by dense arrows to form an arrow circle. Not only Fan Kuai, but the rest of the people also found themselves surrounded by arrows.
Fan Kuai stiffly lowered his shield.
Control the military situation with the sound of drums.
The person who plays the drum must be a famous general in the world!
Then the earth began to tremble, and the Qin soldiers who appeared in unknown ways retreated indifferently.
A road branched out from the middle, and then a thunderous sound approached and rushed out in an instant. Fan Kuai's pupils shrank. This was the sound of cavalry. Pei Gong once subdued Li Bi and Luo Jia to train cavalry for the Han army and made many military exploits.
, and these two people are just ordinary Great Qin knights.
Qin held the fortress, defeated the Xiongnu at a distance, and once conquered Lord Yiqu.
They have no shortage of war horses!
The request of the Qin cavalry flashed through Fan Kuai's mind.
The method of selecting a knight is to select a knight who is under forty, more than seven feet and five inches long, strong, agile, and unparalleled. He must be able to ride at full speed, shoot forward, backward, left, and right, advance and retreat, cross ravines, climb hills, risk obstacles, and conquer great swamps.
Those who relax a strong enemy and confuse the masses are called warriors, and they must be generous.
In the thunder-like sound, the Qin cavalry who had truly retreated from the Xiongnu appeared. Even Fan Kuai, who had seen these existences before, clenched his weapons. The other modern monks and researchers all retreated subconsciously. This should hardly be the Qin cavalry.
A creation of the Chinese era, the tall war horse is almost a head taller than ordinary war horses and is more majestic.
They were wearing Qin Mo armor, which was at least three times thicker than Da Qin's iron armor. They were covered in ink-colored armor leaves. Only two eyes and noses were exposed from the armors. They carried Da Qin war crossbows on their backs. Even their war horses were extravagant.
He was wearing armor on the ground, and the weapons in his hands were all black long spears. When running at high speed, such weapons have frightening impact and penetration.
And when the speed of the war horses was slowed down, they still had Great Qin's war swords on their waists. The yang of Lantian produced jade, and the yin of Lantian produced gold and iron. The extremely sharp war swords combined with the cultivation level far beyond ordinary Qin soldiers,
Able to kill enemies in an instant, when such warriors appear on the battlefield in groups, they harvest the enemy's strongest power.
But after Wang Li died in battle, no one gathered the terrifying power of Qin again.
Hundreds of knights galloped out of the battle, like a black cloud of death. Xiang Yu recalled the twenty-eight knights who fought against him in the end, with a complicated look on his face. After the hundreds of knights appeared, they dispersed directly.
Come and rush towards the monks who entered the imperial mausoleum with special purposes.
Along with Zhang Han's war drums and commanding cavalry, those modern monks who have easier access to resources but whose combat power is far less powerful than those in the war years were penetrated. Their spells hit the armor and had almost no effect. Their flying swords
Unable to tear through the opponent's defense, the armor is obviously not an ordinary creation.
But the swords of these knights easily tore the monks into pieces and strangled them, like cold and ruthless machines.
Fear gripped everyone.
The researchers looked terrified, while the remaining monks felt that their bodies hardly belonged to them.
The hands of the Taoist who taught the Five Thunder Rings trembled slightly.
Under the evil spirit of the military strategist, he had almost no way to use his already suppressed Taoism.
The blood brought fear. Amidst the thunderous sound of horse hooves, hundreds of elite warriors bypassed King Xiang Yu of Chu, separated in an arc, and finally gathered in front of Xianyang Palace. Xiang Yu held a gun and looked there. The old professor
Dong Yuefeng's face was pale, his palms were trembling, and the sound of thunder exploded in his ears, making him almost faint.
Then the leading cavalry tightened the reins of the war horse.
'He' looked at Wei Yuan, lowered his head and bowed slightly, and then spoke, his voice was slow and low.
"Wear armor for the general."
"promise!"
The few knights who had bypassed stood up and dismounted. One of them was pulling a spare war horse, but the spare war horse was one head taller than their own. It still had a bit of pottery-like color. There was a luggage on the side of the horse.
, opened to reveal a set of complicated ink-colored Qinjia.
Wei Yuan took off his sword in silence.
He turned on his horse, and the knights around him completed the equipment for him. Every part of the armor of the Gods was still intact. The parts of the armor collided, and the sound was solemn and loud in the dead silence. Finally, a dark-colored spear was handed to him.
When he was in Wei Yuan's hands, he was sitting on a war horse, shrouded in dark armor, looking cold and majestic like a real Qin general.
Dong Yuefeng was shaking all over and could hardly speak.
Wei Yuan looked at the Overlord opposite.
The Overlord also looked at him.
Time has never forgiven us. We ran through history and fought each other as enemies. In the end, time passed and we met here again.
In a more distant position, the Qin army, which was briefly revived by the Qin Terracotta Warriors, was silent.
Wei Yuan whispered in his heart: "I share the same robe with you."
He arrogantly raised the war gun in his hand and pointed it at the sky. He pulled the reins and the war horse stepped gracefully. His clear voice became deep and majestic under the armor. Each word carried an indescribable weight.
The deathly silence echoes between heaven and earth
"Article 7 of the Laws and Regulations of the Qin Dynasty, Wartime Regulations! Your Majesty is asleep, and Marquis Che is nowhere to be seen."
"Now, General Yuan, who is holding the halberd, has full authority to take over the entire army."
"All units of the legion are at your disposal!"
Except for the volleys, the Da Qin army formation, which was like a dead thing, seemed to come to life at this moment.
They took a sudden step forward, their footsteps sounding as heavy as thunder, and their palms struck their chests heavily, responding with a bang.
"only!!!"
I don't know how many voices gathered together, the roar of the Qin army's battle, and the sound of three shouts, like thunder.
Wei Yuan raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Overlord Xiang Yu.
PS: Today’s second update... I originally wanted Nuo, but after checking, Nuo was not suitable.
The only one is that the response is quick and unquestionable.
It seems that Nuo is the equal of the superior and Wei is the subordinate, so it is said that Nuo Nuo comes from.
Okay, I'm happy.
To be honest, these past few days have been just for today’s event.
In addition, the Qin Dynasty troops wore helmets, and there are tombs specifically listing armors and helmets among the Terracotta Warriors.
That's Douchi.
It's just that the terracotta warriors and horses tend to be in military parades, with their hair buns used to distinguish military nobles, so there are no helmets.