Substitute for urine.

This is Li Xing's sarcastic definition of himself.

Uncle Hu Zi and Mu Sima don't come, he is the third in Qinzhou, although in fact, everyone treats him as a little brother, and he really wants to rank fifth or sixth according to his qualifications, but the fake one is also the military capital Yuhou, but as soon as Mu Yun comes, as soon as Jiayin arrives, he will become a service soldier who brings tea and water.

That's it, he is willing, but he rushed back from the northern front day and night, and it was his turn to guard the Chinese army......

It's too much of a slap in the face.

Li Xing touched his beard, which had been deliberately unkempt, listened to the shouts of Zhentiansuke in the distance, and looked at the heroic posture of the cavalry in the dust, and his nose was sour.

Lao Tzu is twenty-three years old, okay, his son can walk, and he still treats Lao Tzu as a boy.

What else did Huyawei others worry about, why didn't they let Zhang Yanke come to the dead bastard.

Zhang Yanke has become a bloody man.

After going around for a long time, he finally ushered in the most tragic battle to the death.

Jiayin combined three capable soldiers, with a total number of nearly 2,000 people, which suddenly pressed over, it was fatal to the Song army that was scattering and pursuing, and the top priority of the Song army was to form a formation as quickly as possible and unite more forces, Song Jiuzhong raised his stick and roared: "Dead soldiers." ”

The nearby fifty or sixty cavalrymen quickly formed a line formation, reined with horizontal spears, and rushed on their horses, using their own flesh and blood to intercept the lance, winning a line of space for their comrades' tactical adjustments.

Hearing the thunderous shout, Song Jiuzhong couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, those were the most loyal warriors of Yulongzhi.

That is the last cry of life!

Jia Yin never expected that the enemy would join hands in a formation to block the lance, he has a large arm strength, and he can still pick up the enemy after a lance is out, and the fireworks beast is not ordinarily strong, and can still fly in the air, but other people don't have this ability, so they can only rein in the horse and abandon the lance, pull the knife in close combat, and many people are even injured by the comrades behind because they suddenly stop the horse.

As soon as the momentum of the lance horse stagnated, the Song army also had room to turn, Song Jiuzhong roared and rode his horse and waved his stick, and went straight to Jia Yin to kill, Jia Yin only rode his horse to jump over the obstacle composed of dead corpses and injured horses, and was stuck on the node where the horse was not rising, but he wanted to ride his horse away.

The two of them ran one by one, one chased, and the Song soldiers and Qin soldiers on the left each wanted to help their own generals, and they shot one after another, but they were thrown by the two of them with lance sticks, like a string of ropes, stringing out a bloody road, and the battle situation became even more chaotic.

Zhang Yanke was in a hurry when he saw this, he was a native of Yandi, he lived on horseback as a child, and he knew very well that Jia Yin wanted to turn around and fight with Song Jiuzhong, at least he had to open a distance of five zhang away, he rushed out of the oblique stab, and first fired a shot at Song Jiuzhong's mount, which was shot down by his easy stick, Zhang Yanke threw a crossbow to confuse his eyes, and the square knife was unsheathed, and a spear suddenly stabbed quickly on the left side......

It was not a human being who stopped Song Jiuzhong's horse momentum, but the hideous monster.

Although the tiger is fierce, but the strength is far inferior to the horse, at the beginning of the battle, it was still able to follow Jia Yin's left front and rush back, and after a few turns, it disappeared, but Jia Yin was very relieved of him, as long as it didn't do it himself, no one wanted to pay attention to it.

Seeing that Jia Yin was being chased and killed, Hu Kui shook his head, splashed a rain of blood, and then, with his body lying down, his neck stretched, and he roared at Song Jiuzhong's mount.

Song Jiuzhong's mount was a wild horse given by Feng Jiye last spring, and Song Jiuzhong personally tamed it, and it was quite wild, but when he encountered the power of the tiger at first glance, it was also a sad roar, standing alone, and kicking his front hooves.

After this stagnation, Jia Yin finally had a chance to turn around, and the anger that had been raised by being chased and killed finally turned into a monstrous war intent.

"Song Jiuzhong ......"

A Song rider who was flying close to Jiayin with a lance collapsed, clamped the horse's belly heavily, and rushed towards Song Jiuzhong with a long lance at the flat end.

This time, Song Jiuzhong ignored him, but withdrew, turned his horse diagonally, and wandered in and out of the chaos, swinging the dragon stick left and right, swinging a bloody road.

Although he understands the truth of capturing the thief and capturing the king first than anyone else, as long as he wins Jia Yuanjing, he will win if he doesn't win, but once the other party has the lead, it is no longer a good opportunity to fight.

Walk up again.

At first, when Jiayin was in front, there were still many Qin soldiers who sacrificed their lives to block the pursuit, but now, Song Jiuzhong was in front, and there were more Song soldiers who rushed over to obstruct Jiayin, and as a result, Song Jiuzhong and Jiayin were like the fish's eyes of the gossip yin and yang fish, attracting the surrounding Song and Qin cavalry to continue to join, forming two spiral nests.

At first, two arc-shaped arrows were formed, and gradually the two arrows turned to the left and to the right, spinning and turning to open up the distance, just like the painter splashing ink on the green grass and landscape.

Unfortunately, the sound of crossbow strikes, the whistling of spears, and the screams of each other spoil this harmonious beauty.

On the cloud car, Mu Yun sighed: "You can close your eyes and rest for a while, Huzi is fine, but he is too hard, he actually let the other party form a formation, what is despicable or not despicable on the battlefield, you have to blow more wind to him when you turn back." ”

Gu Minglou bit her green lip and didn't say a word, her eyes were only staring at the big whirlpool, even Mu Yun waved the order flag for the general attack and decisive battle, she didn't notice it.

Li Xing looked up again in disbelief, and was sure that it was the general attack red flag, and the blood-boiling charge drum of the urging people had sounded intensively, and he finally roared: "Brothers, rush ...... with a certain one."

The drum sounded, and many people heard the joy of victory, Qi Sanduo drank all the wine in the gourd, and raised his mace with a cruel smile, "Brothers, victory is in sight, wealth is in sight, rush ......"

On the Wugang car used by the commander on the right, Zhao Wenliang threw a severed hand over with his hand, "You pressed Lao Tzu on the field, Lao Tzu is full of anger and has not yet spoken." ”

Qi Sanduo still wanted to talk back, but when he saw that the guy's gun was propped up in the car, the person had already jumped down and squeezed into the surging crowd.

At the gate, Wang Tingrui buckled his pocket heavily and shouted: "Break the camp and go to the ......."

Zhang Tong hung his arms to see him off, and punched him in the chest with his good right hand, watching the last five hundred fresh troops surge out, Zhang Dong lay back, and collapsed on the ground with his buttocks, hehe smirked.

In the past year, in fact, he has not been happy, because, the departure of Cao Bin and Wu Kui has actually stimulated him a lot, it turns out that the seven close brothers, right now, only him and Xingba, Wu Jilie, and Shi Cheng are in this Western Qin, and they are on different sides of the world, and they can't see each other once in half a year.

What if the soldiers and horses go east again in the future, what if they meet Pan Zhongxun, what about Cao Guohua, and Wu Zhengchen? As he thought so, his heart ached, and sweat the size of a bean broke out of his forehead.

"General Zhang......"

He heard the exclamation of the guards, barely opened his eyes, and knew nothing.

On the battlefield on the left flank, Jia Yin and Song Jiuzhong finally had the first round of the contest, when the two arrows were formed, there was enough charging distance, Yin and Yang would meet, and the lance stick would fight each other.

One lance turns into thirty-six, and one stick hits the Xuanwu Dragon.

The spear is like electricity, and the stick lock is like a dragon, but in the end it is just a loud "bell".

Pierce the air, lock the air.

The two horses staggered, but no one made another move.

On the iron beam of Jiayin's horizontal lance, he picked out an enemy soldier, but the five fingers of his right hand kept beating like cotton, and he leaned over to look back, and found that Song Jiuzhong had turned the coiling dragon stick to his left hand.

Jia Yin's mind was instantly settled, and he raised his hand exaggeratedly and shook it, only then did he take up the lance, wipe, stab, tease, drag, collapse, and rush out all the way to the enemy formation, and let the blood rain rush head-on, until his eyes lit up, and he rushed out of the enemy formation, and then turned around, ready to have another round with Song Jiuzhong.

On the other side, Song Jiuzhong, who was also standing on his horse, also shot out from behind his mask, and the two eyes met halfway, as if sparks were flying.

The battle had reached this point, and he couldn't take care of anything else, although the shouts of the infantry in the distance tugged at his heart, but Song Jiuzhong couldn't be distracted.

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

The horse is rising again, surging like a tide.

The tide of dark color and the tide of crimson meet again, collide, and twist each other......

Blood blooms like a mountain flower.