Chapter 371: Overwhelming

After missing the blow, Feng Zhigang turned his horse's head and rushed towards him again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young general retreated again and again, not caring about embarrassment and embarrassment, and rolled on the ground one after another, barely dodging.

Feng Zhigang saw that he could not avoid the battle and could not win for a while, so he shouted coldly: "Wait for the rats! I won't play with you, master!" After speaking, he turned his horse's head and was about to go back to the city.

The young general saw the opportunity, flew up, and attacked Feng Zhigang's back.

Feng Zhigang seemed to have eyes on his back, blocked the spear, turned over and dismounted, and quickly counterattacked. The horses were battle-hardened and very clever, and immediately ducked to the side, making room for them to fight.

The young general originally wanted to force Feng Zhigang off the horse, but now he was secretly happy in his heart, and he swung his knife and fought with Ma Zhigang.

However, what made him angry was that Feng Zhigang was using a spear, and he wanted to get close, but he couldn't succeed for a while, so he had to fight with Feng Zhigang patiently, looking for an opportunity to use his stunt and kill with one blow!

Everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Zhigang and the enemy generals who were fighting fiercely in the field, and when Feng Zhigang had the upper hand, the soldiers of the Pingnan army would cheer loudly. And when the young generals of South Vietnam almost cut Feng Zhigang with their swords, the South Vietnamese army will also burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Feng Zhigang danced a spear impenetrable, spotted the flaw, and stabbed the opponent directly under the plate, forcing the opponent to only parry, and had no power to fight back. But the strength of the opponent's arm was extremely strong, and Feng Zhigang did not dare to touch the opponent's big knife, so he could only use the advantage of the spear to distance himself from the opponent, and defend more and attack less.

However, the spear was too heavy and had been going on for a long time, which was extremely unfavorable to Feng Zhigang. I saw that his spear was dancing more and more slowly, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were rolling down, and even his footwork was gradually messed up.

The young general also saw Feng Zhigang's exhaustion, and his heart was overjoyed, and the big knife slashed at the barrel of the gun, which shocked Feng Zhigang's mouth numb, and he could only endure it with all his might.

Taking advantage of Feng Zhigang's lack of momentum, the young general bullied forward and slashed at Feng Zhigang's right hand holding the gun with his right hand, forcing Feng Zhigang to abandon the gun and withdraw his hand.

Feng Zhigang let go of the gun, withdrew his hands behind his back, leaned back, and narrowly avoided the sharp blade in front of him. Unexpectedly, a short sword suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed straight into the back of his heart.

The young general's left hand suddenly came out, a cold light flashed in his hand, and from an unexpected angle, the tip of the sword stabbed straight into Feng Zhigang's back.

At this time, Feng Zhigang leaned back, facing the opponent's left sword and right sword, seeing that he could no longer dodge, the short sword was about to pierce his body. Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound, and the opponent's short sword had been opened by the short knife in Feng Zhigang's hand.

I saw Feng Zhigang swing out of his back with both hands, holding a sharp short knife in each hand, after setting up the short sword in the hands of the young general, his body continued to fall back, and fell to the ground with a "snap", and then turned over, approaching the opponent's lower plate, and the two knives came out together, one left and one right quickly slashed at the opponent's feet. The two knives slashed lightly, but they didn't use any force, and they actually broke the hamstrings of the opponent's feet very accurately.

Only a scream was heard, and the young general fell to the ground with a "bang", his body rolled over, and his mouth wailed: "My feet! I have feet......

Feng Zhigang straightened up with a carp, picked up the spear on the ground, and was about to end the life of the young general with one shot.

Suddenly, a golden light dazzled in front of him, and Feng Zhigang immediately instinctively waved his gun to block it, only to feel that his hand was numb, and the spear had landed.

Turning his head, a golden arrow sank into the bluestone bricks of the city wall, leaving only a short piece of arrow feather, which was shockingly powerful.

Feng Zhigang raised his eyes and saw that General Hong Qiong was already holding a golden bow in his hand at some point. Beside him was a guard holding a golden quiver.

General Hong Qiong slowly took out another golden arrow from the quiver and put it on the string, but he didn't see him exert force, let alone see him aiming, the golden arrow had already left the string, and it was like a bamboo.

Feng Zhigang was stunned on the spot, not knowing how to dodge, feeling that the golden arrow had completely enveloped him.

Suddenly, a powerful force on his side pushed him a few feet away, out of the range of the golden arrow.

Feng Zhigang looked fixedly, and it turned out that it was the black-clothed guard who had been following the Seventh Prince who saved him. I saw that he held the big knife in his hand, and used all his internal force to slash at the golden arrow, but the golden arrow was not damaged, but slowed down its speed and strength, deviated from the direction, and plunged diagonally into the sand behind them.

The black-clothed guard was in the dark night, only to hear him snort coldly, and slapped his palm at the young general on the ground. Suddenly, the screams stopped abruptly, and the young general was killed instantly.

Feng Zhigang turned over his horse and shouted: "Drive!" and rushed into the city gate.

And in the dark night, a little on tiptoe, like a big peng spreading its wings, flew directly onto the city tower, and landed steadily beside Zhou Tianqi.

The field suddenly fell silent, Zhou Tianqi's fierce eyes stared at Hong Qiong, and sneered: "I didn't expect that General Hong Qiong would make a secret sneak attack in front of everyone, which really opened the eyes of the juniors!"

Hong Qiong laughed and said loudly: "I didn't expect the Seventh Prince to be so bold at such a young age, and there are so many martial arts masters around him, the old man really underestimated you." ”

Zhou Tianqi snorted coldly and mocked unceremoniously: "I have long heard that General Hongqiong's archery skills are the best in the world, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." It's just that such a villainous act makes the younger generation dare not compliment!"

Hong Qiong saw the loss of a general, he was angry, and he didn't want to fight with him anymore, with a wave of his hand, the generals around him bowed down and received the order, scattered, each led the team, changed the formation, and pressed towards the city gate.

The soldiers in the first three rows were armed with shields and set up forts within range of the archers. The shields of the three soldiers were stacked on top of each other, holding up a small area of safety for the archers behind them.

Behind them were three rows of archers, three of whom flipped arrows. If someone is injured, there are archers behind to make up for it.

On both sides, South Vietnamese soldiers with broadswords in their hands rushed straight to the city gate under the cover of archers. Behind them were long wooden ladders carried by a dozen people, a dozen ladders in total, escorted by thousands of people, rushing to the city gates, one after the other.

On the tower of the city, the archers of the Pingnan army were also ready, and there were two Yulin soldiers with broadswords and shields by their sides, helping them block the bows and arrows shot from the city.

On the walls on both sides, countless stones were prepared, and pots of oil that had been heated were prepared. Feng Zhigang and Wu Qi were each on one side, and they would never go up to the South Vietnamese soldiers to rush to the city tower.

Zhou Tianqi looked coldly at the South Vietnamese soldiers who rushed over, and waited for them to run into the firing range before waving his hand and firing ten thousand arrows.

Downstairs in the city, the screams were incessant. However, the South Vietnamese soldiers were not afraid of death and continued to rush towards the tower. (To be continued.) )