Ballista lightly controls the mace in his hand, a heavy weapon like a mace, it is really a turn, even if no one can stop it.

The cavalry of the Ming Army, who were originally full of morale, were stunned by this fierce weapon, and then shouted "kill" in their voices, and stabbed the spear forward in their hands. The spear in his hand (less than three meters long) was like a venomous snake with teeth and teeth, and stabbed straight to the chest of the empty door of the crossbow mountain.

The wolf's fang-topped stick smashed down like a top, but at this time, the spear of a good Ming cavalry had relentlessly approached the chest of the crossbow mountain.

"Good!" Balbow Mountain shouted wildly, freed one hand, and used only one hand to control the huge mace to continue to smash towards the ally, and with one free hand, he grabbed the spear stabbed by the Ming army, and shouted again in his mouth. The spear was sideways and pulled backwards.

The soldier of the Ming army, who firmly grasped the spear, leaned forward with his spear, his head bowed, and at this time, the mace of the crossbow mountain had reached his back with a "sigh".

"Wow" the dead body planted under the horse.

"Kill" several Ming soldiers who rushed in front of them stabbed their spears together.

"Go" The mace that had just stoned the Ming army to death drew a small circle, and Gu Gu drew a flat circle with the blood of death again.

In the screams, several Ming soldiers were thrown into the air, and the rest of the people understood very well that this guy (Crossbow Mountain) was infinitely powerful.

Lan Gang held a spear in his hand, and was surrounded by many hands in the middle, and the Ming soldiers who flew up in front of the battle formation knew that the forward had encountered a strong enemy, and the first choice of more people was to bypass it.

"Ha" Lan just clamped the horse's belly and urged the horse forward.

Dismounted from his crotch, he accelerated suddenly, and soon rushed to the starting side where the Ming army flew.

Dressed in black armor and holding a huge mace in his hand, this is a bear-like figure, but he is just right for dealing with a powerful general like him.

The spear in Lan Gang's hand is different from that used by ordinary soldiers, his is an ash pole, more than three meters long, and with a slight shake, it is a big spear flower, teaching people not to know where he will stab.

The soldiers on both sides had little hope of rushing over, and the Qing troops there were extremely brave, and the cavalry on both sides collided with the screams of the sky and the blood flying everywhere.

Lan Gang saw that the momentum of the charge was blocked, and knew that today's battle would definitely die. Lang Lang smiled in his mouth, "The coming general is the stupid hat of the crossbow mountain, and he takes the gun." ”

Crossbow Mountain saw that although the cavalry was wearing only ordinary Ming army armor, the spear in his hand was not a hard-pole gun used by ordinary soldiers, and he knew in his heart that this was the leader of this allied army that had humiliated him several times. The spear in his hand has now shaken off, and the big spear flower is covering his body.

"Drink!" The mace in his hand swung violently.

"Woo" the loud sound of gold and iron intersecting.

Lan Gang only felt that the spear swept in his hand shook, and he was almost about to fly out of his hand, and in the great pain of the tiger's mouth, he was already torn apart by the strong force from the barrel of the gun. And the other party's mace continued to smash at him as if it was unhindered. Frightened, an iron bridge bent on the horse, and the flesh-stained mace passed not far from the door with a "whistle" sound.

"Go," Lan Gang also shouted, and the spear that had just bounced back swept in a reverse circle, and the long blade on the spear took advantage of the momentum to sweep towards the crossbow mountain door again when the two horses alternated.

Crossbow Mountain is obviously extremely brave, and he can't even see this sweeping spear. The mace in his hand took advantage of the strength that did not hit Lan Gang just now, and drew a smaller circle and rushed to Lan Gang's back again.

Although Lan Gang's spear was sent earlier, it was slower than the mace of the crossbow mountain, and Lan Gang saw that he could not hurt the enemy, and the wolf stick of the crossbow mountain was about to touch his body, so he threw away the spear with one hand, and his body fell under the horse. I only heard a "bang", and the horse's waist was smashed by the mace.

There was a long neigh, and the war horse had already rolled over and fell to the ground, and the blue man with him didn't roll a few heels on the ground.

"Haha......" Crossbow Mountain laughed, and Crossbow Mountain gave up him and took the other cavalry away.

As he stepped down, the soldiers of the Qing army came to greet him, and they rushed towards Lan Gang with spears and knives.

"Haha! Happy, the man's heart is like iron...... Ha...... Even if you die...... Drink" The long knife in his hand was swung out again and again, and the blood of Fei Hao came to his face, and his mouth sang loudly, and the enthusiasm of fire burned in his chest......

After the fierce battle, the soldiers of the Qing army were also tired, and at the same time, they also had a little more respect in their hearts. One by one, they all said, "These guys are so stubborn that they feel like the Guanning Iron Rider back then." ”

Crossbow Mountain listened to his subordinates' reports expressionlessly.

"General, in this battle, our forward battalion suffered more than 500 casualties, and all the 800 cavalry of the Ming army were killed, and none of them surrendered."

"Good, good, good, good eight hundred dead. Take me to the place where their general died. ”

The long knife in Lan Gang's hand had been broken, and he sat alone on a pile of corpses, and there were several remnants of Ming soldiers on the side, squeezing him fiercely, hugging his body to prevent him from falling.

Lan Gang is indeed dead. He sat there, head down. The red tassel on his head was drenched in the rain and stuck to Fan Yanglia on the top of his head, and on his chest was the corpse of a Ming soldier lying on his lap. Lan Gang placed one hand on the soldier's shoulder, like a brother comforting his wounded brother. Holding a long knife in the other hand, he held his body on crutches.

His appearance made Crossbow Mountain look like a warrior who would stand up and rush to the enemy army at any time to avenge his brother's blood hatred.

"These enemies...... Should be a respectable fellow...... I didn't expect that there would be such a group of bloody men among the allies......" Crossbow Mountain thought, raising his head to look at the battlefield full of blood, looking at these expressionless and empty eyes.

"Pass my general order to bury the Ming army here properly, find the spear with the ash rod, and bury them together."

"Yes," the herald replied, muttering in his heart, "General Crossbowshan, what's wrong?" I'm afraid that the voice shouted above the dot matrix just now is too big, and it is a little hoarse. ”

……

At the swing of the horsewhip, the crossbow mountain rode on the horse, looked in the direction of the end point, and issued a loud order in his mouth: "Pass my general order, and the troops will send to Jianning City." ”

"Yes" all the soldiers should be placed, waving flags and waving war horses......

Crossbow Mountain looked back at the loess bag, and a bluestone tablet was engraved with four big characters, "Loyal to the country".

"Yours is over, mine is not, maybe now is just the beginning of ......." Looking back, Crossbow Mountain put this matter behind him, after all, he was over, and he might just be the beginning.

It's still raining.