The elite journey, the calm of the soldiers is as handsome; The tired crowd will be like soldiers without a plan.

Zhang Xiu and Li Dao's subordinates are all veterans who have been in battle for a long time, and such soldiers can naturally distinguish between the important and the heavy.

When news of the enemy attack spread, the dispute quickly ended.

Now Zhou Heng's cavalry is maneuvering with Li Wei, but more and more enemy troops are also surrounding.

Zhou Heng was naturally a little anxious in his heart, because this raid did not invest too many soldiers and horses, after all, his purpose was only to contain it.

But the situation gradually became unfavorable, because the space he had for detours was getting smaller and smaller.

Although this simple stockade was not small, after all, there were tents all over the place, and the enemy only needed a group of infantry to block the gap between the two tents.

However, Zhou Heng had to insist, if he didn't attract most of the enemy troops, the night front of the leech camp would not have a chance to burn grain and grass.

"Rush out of the village!" Zhou Heng didn't want to be trapped here, even if he lured the enemy, he had to preserve his strength.

It's just that in the short distance that rushed outside the wall, a lot of cavalry were also lost.

Because the Flying Bear Army team organized by Li Dao had already lined up in formation and intercepted and killed halfway.

had no intention of fighting, so he withdrew with all his might.

After losing more than 200 subordinates, Zhou Heng finally rushed to the outside of the walled gate.

"The enemy will leave!" A group of centaurs rushed out from the side, but not the Flying Bears.

It turned out that it was Zhang Xian who led a team of Zhang Xiujun cavalry to cooperate with the killing.

Zhang Xian also used a gun, and at this time, the chain with the dagger had also been connected to the end of the gun.

From Zhou Heng's posture of holding the gun, Zhang Xian could determine that this person was by no means simple.

As a temptation, Zhang Xian held the dagger tightly in his left hand, and threw the spear at Zhou Heng with all his strength in his right hand.

His wounds had long since healed, and the throw was full of force.

Zhou Heng was indeed a little surprised, after all, there are not many people in the world who use guns like this.

But Zhou Heng, as a master of using guns, is by no means difficult to block this blow.

He sent the tail of the gun to the front, flicked it outward, and fired the flying spear, then pulled back with his right hand and pushed it to the right with his left hand.

Such a move not only prevented the other party's temptation, but also tested the other party.

Zhang Xian is also familiar with marksmanship, and this time it is a temptation, so he has the power to take precautions.

He dragged his left wrist with his right hand, sealed Zhou Heng's spear with all his might, and then slid forward and grabbed the chain.

But this was not enough, he slammed his legs to the left, and the war horse was human, and immediately turned to the left.

After such a turn, Zhang Xian dodged the force that Zhou Heng kept exerting, and at the same time pulled the spear back into his hand.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but feel a little praise in his heart, but he didn't plan to continue to entangle with Zhang Xian, because the Flying Bear Army was already chasing after him.

"Retreat!" Zhou Heng continued to command his subordinates to withdraw from the camp, and he himself was ready to go out first.

"Whew!" A sudden sound of wind sounded.

It turned out that Zhang Xian saw that Zhou Heng was leaving, so he grabbed the edge of the gun, turned the spear, and used the chain at the end of the gun to drive the dagger to Zhou Heng's neck.

Zhou Heng leaned over and flashed, then took the horse around and looked at Zhang Xian.

This kid is very resolute.

Looking at Zhang Xian's eyes, Zhou Heng knew that if he ignored him, his subordinates would be constantly cut to the ground.

Alas!

Zhou Heng let out a sigh in his heart.

Although Zhang Xian's marksmanship is good, but just now, Zhou Heng has already determined one thing - he is not his opponent.

But the same soldiers are like old friends, they are all people who use guns, and this kid's martial arts are very exquisite, Zhou Heng is faintly a little unbearable.

If it's not an enemy, maybe it's a friend.

Zhou Heng sighed secretly, but it was only this sigh.

Because, there is no time for him to hesitate.

Zhou Heng looked at the Flying Bear Army, which was gradually approaching, inhaled slightly, and leveled the spear.

Zhang Xian, of course, understood the meaning of this, and hurriedly put on a posture to be on guard.

Zhou Heng slammed the horse's belly, and the war horse neighed and rushed over.

Zhang Xian also led the war horse and approached Zhou Heng with the same momentum.

It's a pity that there is a difference in strength between Yeshuai and Division.

The moment the two horses made a mistake, Zhang Xian shot and stabbed Zhou Heng directly at the door.

But Zhou Heng suddenly leaned over and stuck to the horse's back, and at the same time, the spear danced behind his back.

In such a way that he could not see the enemy, he counterattacked while dodging the opponent's attack.

Zhang Xian hurriedly put away the gun and held it vertically, blocking the tail of the gun that slammed into his lower abdomen.

This time the strength was very strong, Zhang Xian used all his strength to block it, and Zhou Heng's gun was also bounced back in reverse.

It's just that the next moment Zhang Xian knew that it was not good.

Because after Zhou Heng's gun tail bounced back, the speed did not decrease but increased, and at the same time, Zhou Heng also suddenly got up.

The spear rotated horizontally with Zhou Heng's body as the axis, and at this time, it had completely reached the front of Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng's hand was holding three inches below the gun's edge.

"Poof!"

"Hmm!"

Zhou Heng's right hand was flattened from the outside of his body to the back, and the entire spear blade was stabbed into Zhang Xian's back.

The tip of the gun came out through his body, and Zhang Xian didn't even have time to make a sound.

But it was only a moment when the tip of the spear was stabbed out with blood, and Zhou Heng used the momentum of the war horse, his right hand slid a few inches, and then clenched it again, and pulled out the spear again.

If you look at it from the front, it is just Zhang Xian's chest that stabbed a sharp blade and quickly disappeared.

The entire move was completed in just one breath, this was Zhou Heng's strength.

Zhang Xian opened his mouth, stared at the blood red that was spreading in his chest, shook it, and fell off the horse.

Zhou Heng glanced at it with regret, then quickly turned the horse's head and rushed out of the camp.