"Kill!"

The remnants of more than 200 heavily armored cavalry let out a roar in unison, rode the war horse under them, raised the knight's spear in their hands, followed behind Zhao Yi, and charged towards the remnants of the Flying Tiger Gang's cavalry.

Looking at Zhao Yi, who was getting closer and closer to him, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang, slowly raised the spear in his hand, glanced at the more than 1,000 cavalry around him with eagle-like eyes, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's launch the last charge, die on the battlefield, and cast supreme glory!" ”

After speaking, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang roared with a crazy face: "Kill" and raised the spear in his hand to meet Zhao Yi.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

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A remnant cavalryman of the Flying Tiger Gang let out a roar of rage, his face showed madness, and he used the last trace of strength in his body to raise the spear in his hand and meet the more than 200 heavy armored cavalry.

When Zhao Yi was only a dozen meters away from the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang, he roared angrily, and the knight's spear in his hand, like a dragon like a sea, stabbed towards the cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang with the only remaining strength in his body.

Seeing that the sharp cavalry spear was about to fall on his body and penetrate his neck, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang let out an angry roar, his face showed a crazy look, and he did not make any dodge moves, but gathered the only remaining strength in his body, and stabbed the spear in his hand towards Zhao Yi's chest.

Bang!

A crisp sound of metal colliding burst out when the spear landed on Zhao Yi's chest, and a dazzling firelight shot out when the spear hit the armor above Zhao Yi's chest.

"I'm not reconciled!"

The cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang let out a sad roar, and was killed by the spear in Zhao Yi's hand through his neck, becoming a cold corpse.

Glancing at the remaining more than a hundred companions around him, Zhao Yi set his eyes on the corpses of the cavalry all over the ground, and involuntarily sighed in a low voice: "They are all real warriors!" ”

Zhao Hu, who was commanding in the rear, couldn't help but sigh after watching the duel between the cavalry of the two sides and not being afraid of the charge of life and death: "Is this the so-called cavalry duel?" In the future, I will never allow such a showdown to happen again. ”

The heavy cavalry composed of more than 2,000 one-star samurai actually gave up their own advantages and started a standard cavalry duel with the other party, without using any conspiracy, and just relying on their own strong strength and brave spirit to defeat the other party, crush the other party's confidence, and obtain the final victory.

However, the price of such a victory was too high to be what Zhao Hu hoped for. In Zhao Hu's eyes, bravery without scheming is not real bravery, but contempt and irresponsibility for the lives of himself and his companions.

"Young Master, the duel between the cavalry is like this, if we stop this duel, it will make Brother Zhao Yi and the brothers of the cavalry feel dissatisfied, thinking that the young master is insulting them.

Humility, perseverance, bravery, loyalty, glory、、、 are the beliefs of every knight, and once they lose these beliefs, they lose their most precious qualities and cease to be a true knight.

If the young master doesn't want them to lose these precious qualities, it's best not to stop them from such a duel, just need to maximize their strength and equip them with the best armor and weapons war horses. ”

Zhao An on the side seemed to see Zhao Hu's thoughts, and explained softly.

"Alas! In the future, I will try my best to improve their strength and slowly change their beliefs! ”

Zhao Hu also knew that the beliefs of Zhao Yi and the others could not be changed for a while, and they could only be slowly influenced by themselves in the future.

Lu Rong, who was sitting in the rear, saw that his 10,000 cavalry were all wiped out, and his face involuntarily showed a look of grief, and he whispered to himself: "Xiaoshuang, why do you bother!" Is it worth it to fill your life into it for the sake of an illusory knightly glory? ”

After a while of muttering to himself, the sad look on Lu Rong's face disappeared, replaced by a resolute look on his face, looked at Zhao Hu in the distance with sharp eyes, waved his big hand, and ordered: "Except for the personal guards, all the others will charge Zhaojiabao and fight to the death!" ”

As soon as Lu Rong's voice fell, he saw an adjutant beside him, answered with a solemn face, and drove the remnants of the more than 40,000 troops with 30,000 guards towards Zhao Hu's location.

Seeing that the army of the Flying Tiger Gang came out together, preparing to have the last confrontation with him and divide the winner and lose, Zhao Hu waved his hand and ordered 8,000 hoplites to take the lead in facing the army of the Flying Tiger Gang.

With the issuance of Zhao Hu's order, the eight thousand hoplites, who had already been impatient, under the leadership of Zhao Tian, let out an excited roar one after another, quickly greeted the army of the Flying Tiger Gang, raised the sharp weapons in their hands, and ruthlessly killed an elite soldier of the Flying Tiger Gang.

In front of the hoplites whose average strength is at the level of one-star samurai and all equipped with steel armor weapons, those Flying Tiger Gang soldiers who only have the strength of six-star warriors and are equipped with ordinary iron armor weapons cannot cause damage to the hoplites at all, and can only become the target of slaughter, becoming the soul of a hoplite under the sword, becoming the great exploits of the Guards, and casting the glory of the Guards with their blood and bones.

In the face of a large number of deaths, in front of the guards who were like the spokesmen of death, the remaining elite of the Flying Tigers were overwhelmed, and they roared one after another, scattered, and fled towards the rear.

Looking at the routs who attacked the guards camp, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the guard commander, and he casually killed a rout, shouting loudly: "All the routs retreat from both wings, and those who dare to attack the camp will be killed!" ”

As soon as the order of the commander of the guards was given, one of the guards raised their weapons one after another, killed the rout soldiers who were attacking the main formation, and used blood and sword light to make those rout soldiers change direction and retreat from the two flanks of the main formation.

Seeing that he couldn't use those routs to attack the camp of the Flying Tiger Gang guards, Zhao Tian didn't hesitate, and directly yelled: "Brothers, kill with me!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Tian took the long sword in his hand and took the lead in charging at the guards of the Flying Tiger Gang, and the hoplites of the Eight Thousand Guards also roared one after another, followed closely behind, and launched a charge towards the guards of the Flying Tiger Gang.

A moment later, 8,000 hoplites and 30,000 guards met and engaged in a fierce confrontation, the sound of violent metal clashing, the terrible screams of soldiers before they died, the cursing of belligerent soldiers, and other sounds, filled the entire battlefield, and with the loss of countless lives, the flow of blood rang in the ears of everyone in the battlefield.

After glancing at the fierce battlefield, Zhao Hu set his eyes on Lu Rong's body in the distance, turned on his horse, and under Zhao An's escort, led a hundred city guards and galloped towards Lu Rong's location.

Lu Rong, who had been paying attention to Zhao Hu's every move, saw that Zhao Hu personally led a hundred city guards to kill him where he was, and wanted to behead himself, he couldn't help but show a trace of disdain, slowly got up, and said to the commander of the personal soldiers beside him: "Prepare to fight, it's best to slaughter Zhao Hu's kid." ”

"Yes, Helper! I promise to let Zhao Hu come and go! ”

The commander of the pro-soldiers around Lu Rong responded with confidence, and the minimum of a thousand pro-soldiers was a master of the samurai-level level, and there were ten captains at the level of a martial artist, giving the pro-soldier commander a strong confidence.

After a while, Zhao Hu led a hundred city guards, bypassed the main battlefield, entered the rear of the Flying Tiger Gang's army, and launched a ferocious attack on Lu Rong.

At the same time, Lu Rong also led a thousand soldiers to turn over and get on the horse, raised the weapons in their hands, roared angrily, and faced Zhao Hu, preparing to start a life-and-death duel with him that would determine the victory of the war.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hu and his party met Lu Rong's 1,000 personal soldiers, and launched a fierce confrontation on the horse, only to see a famous city guard, flexibly waving the spear in his hand, picking a famous Lu Rong's personal soldier off the horse and becoming a cold corpse.

The warrior-level soldiers, in front of the city guards with the strength of the martial arts, are like a six-year-old child, facing an adult man, there is not much room for resistance at all, and they can only rely on the advantage of numbers to form small battle formations to resist the fierce attack of the city guards.

Seeing that his own soldiers, like sheep, were ruthlessly killed by the city guards under Zhao Hu, Lu Rong's face changed greatly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he quickly crossed the city guards, waved the spear in his hand, and stabbed towards Zhao Hu's body, wanting to kill Zhao Hu and win the war.

Facing Lu Rong's fierce shot from a great martial artist-level powerhouse, Zhao Hu couldn't dodge at all, so he no longer dodged, but silently used the skill of the Dark Spear, releasing three spears more than one meter long, dark all over, shining with a faint cold light, and shot towards Lu Rong's chest, neck, and dantian.

Just when the spear in Lu Rong's hand was about to fall on Zhao Hu's body, Zhao An, who had been guarding Zhao Hu's side, roared angrily, and the spear in his hand waved lightly, hitting Lu Rong's spear, causing it to deviate from the direction and fall from Zhao Hu's cheek, not falling on Zhao Hu's body.

Seeing that he didn't make a single shot and didn't hit Zhao Hu, Lu Rong's face remained unchanged, and with a wave of the spear in his hand, he shot down the three black spears that were about to hit him one by one, and then set his eyes on Zhao An's body.