On the low slope of the hill are round iron barrels, the black barrel is very deep from above, and the inside is arranged with orderly threads, and a deep cannonball is preparing to fire in the bore.

With the wave of Wu Yue's hand, the urgent sound of the fuse burning sounded, and the orderly cannon fire buzzed and exploded, and the flames broke through the low clouds in the air, drawing a fluent arc, with a grinding roar, and they fell to another flat ground.

The servant wolf was the first to hear the sound and looked up backwards, his deep and worried eyes reflected a series of arcs as fast as lightning, and when Hao Chaoyi turned his head to look up, it had already fallen, and the ground trembled violently.

The servant wolf, who has many combat experiences, knows that this is the sharp weapon of the Tang Army, shaking the mines, these things that can burn the entire ground to blacken, are coming towards them, they can only lift the reins, try to dodge, and don't be hit.

Unfortunately, the formation that protected him had been blown up, and not a single Uighur soldier was not afraid of the thunderous punishment. And tangible death is pervasive, chasing and never intending to spare anyone.

The servant wolf rode his war horse, trying his best to flee to the side with Hao Chaoyi, and the two almost drove side by side, each looking not only embarrassed, but also in a hurry.

A streamer fell, and in the middle of the two, a puffing flame exploded, engulfing the two.

When the servant wolf heard the whistling in his ears, he did not hesitate, abandoned his horse and fell, still blowing up with his war horse, rubbing several feet away on the ground.

And Hao Chaoyi was not so lucky as him, the flames and impact swept through his whole body with fragments of cannonballs, and there was almost no intact place on his face, even the people and horses flew together, fell under the chaotic hooves of the horses, and drowned in it.

The servant wolf tried to stay awake as much as possible, but the buzzing and rumbling in his ears did not stop, and after a long time, he could wake up, but the sound of fighting in the sky had stopped, and only some crying voices were permeating.

The servant wolf's face was covered with dirt from the dirt, and he stood up with difficulty and looked left and right, and found that there were countless scorched pits all around, and some of them were emitting wisps of black smoke that would not be broken, and under the air that was scorching and distorted by the temperature, he saw a white-robed shadow next to a tiger, rubbed his eyes, and he saw very clearly that it was the Liangzhou guard who had fought with him for more than a year, Lu Feng!

There is a red-robed female general sitting on the big tiger, if you guess correctly, it should be the princess of the protector, but when did she come here, she came to Liangzhou in person, and she must have brought reinforcements, otherwise she would not have taken the initiative to attack, so he quickly confirmed the intention of the princess of the protector.

After this battle, the Uighur cavalry has been greatly injured, and more than 200,000 soldiers have been broken, surrendered, surrendered, and fled, and they have long been gone, plus the shelling just now, it can be regarded as a complete rout.

Dissatisfied, the servant wolf put up his mace with both hands, and looked at the white-robed general with fire-breathing eyes, "Do you dare to fight me to the death?" ”

Lu Ziji understood the meaning of the Uighur language, and looked at His Highness, a little unable to suppress the fighting intent in his heart, so he laughed, "Your Highness, can you allow Ziji to duel with that Uighur child!" ”

Although Wu Yueya didn't understand the Uighurs' words very well, judging from the look of the gray-faced man, it seemed that she didn't plan to surrender, Lu Ziji asked for her life, she didn't object, bowed her head lightly, and always maintained the posture of a commander.

Lu Feng was affirmed, and Le Ma came to the big man's three zhang away, and asked in Tang dialect, "Who is coming?" Lu does not kill the unknown! ”

Hearing the naked provocation, the servant bone wolf who could understand the Tang language was naturally unhappy, and blurted out a curse in smooth Tang language, "The milky little child has not dried up, I am the patriarch of the servant bone tribe, and the Uighur warrior servant bone wolf is also!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Ziji raised his eyebrows slightly, this is a big fish, with a surprised expression, he looked back at the princess who had not changed her expression but had a smile, and immediately understood in her heart, and at the same time evoked a smug smile, jumped off the war horse, held a gun and came to the front of the servant wolf, and looked at him equally, "I am Lu Ziji of Jingzhou!" If the thief falls, he will be spared death! ”

"Descend to your mother," the servant wolf scolded, waved his mace, and smashed the white-robed young general who was dyed red by the abbot in the wind.

When Lu Ziji lifted the tip of his spear and picked it out of the place where the mace had fallen, he took two steps back, avoided the heavy fall of the mace, and with a force in his palm, he sent the spear forward and stabbed it into the head of the Uighur general.

The mace hammer in the hand of the servant wolf was crooked to the ground, deep into the earth, and then he pulled it out with all his might, and slammed forward with the flying dirt, and his head was tilted to the side, narrowly avoiding the assassination of the tip of the spear.

Lu Ziji flicked his wrist, and the spear slapped back the head of the Falcon general, but unfortunately he had to avoid the bumped mace, so he could only take a few steps back, hold the gun again with both hands, prick the horse away, and put on a posture of making a move, which was completely different from the previous casual posture.

The servant wolf watched the spear sweep, but he couldn't avoid it, so he could only turn his head again, but he was still cut through the rough skin by the retreating spear, and a few drops of blood slipped from a bloody mouth, making the already embarrassed face even more embarrassed.

The servant bone wolf gritted his teeth, shouted angrily, lifted the mace in his hand, and angrily walked the dantian to the meridians, and his arm made a crackling sound of bone transposition, and the mace was swept like stirring wind and thunder, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Lu Ziji saw that the other party had already used his dantian qi and was deadly, and he was not in a hurry, he calmed down, calmed down, held the gun at 45 degrees with both hands, and his steps were deep and steady but not chaotic, and every step seemed to be able to pull out a thousand catties.

The mace smashed straight at him without any fancy, as if it was about to smash Lu Feng's façade to pieces.

Wu Yueya was a little frightened when she saw this scene, she couldn't stop it, she had long heard that Lu Feng had learned internal skills from a master when he was a child, and he shouldn't be able to hold it up at this moment.

Lu Feng put aside distracting thoughts, held the gun sweep, when there was a loud bang, there were faint sparks flashing, the mace that seemed to be as heavy as a mountain and heavy as a thousand pounds was actually picked alive, the distance of this gun sweep was probably only five inches, and Lu Feng's footsteps were not chaotic at all, when the mace flew down, the spear seemed to come to life, stabbed, stabbed.

As if mocking, a thorn flew into the helmet of the Uighur general's head, but the thrust pierced into the Uighur general's bosom like a viper.

This stab, immediately divided the winner and loser, the spear broke through the protection of the armor, but only half an inch, Lu Ziji maintained the posture of holding the gun with both hands, and then quickly retracted the gun, without the slightest drag, "You lost!" ”

The servant wolf almost gritted his teeth, and his proud strength was broken by the other party's strength, wielding his mace, like a mad dog that had lost his mind, and continued to rush towards Lu Ziji.

Seeing that the Uighur generals were playing scoundrels, Wu Yue Aya picked up the revolver and shot through the opponent's arm with a direct shot, causing the opponent to roll on the ground in pain, and then bowed his head to Lu Feng and shouted at the black-armored sergeants around him, "General Lu Shenwu!" ”

The black-armored sergeants will be happy, on the battlefield of this devastated wilderness border, shouting loudly and mightily, like the revival of a giant dragon that has been silent for a long time.