The blackbeard god in the eyes of Chagan Temur is not someone else, it is Du Zhongnian, who is temporarily unofficial and untitled, and is known for his backhand knife.

At this moment, he is wantonly riding his horse and wielding a knife in the midst of the chaotic army, killing and rising. Chagan Temur gritted his back molars and quietly rushed to the front, slashing down with all his might, but he didn't care too much.

With a crisp sound, Du Zhongnian pushed the horizontal knife, and Chagan Temur's scimitar was chopping on his blade, and the deep force instantly attracted General Du's attention.

He raised his eyes and saw that the thief in front of him had more white and less black eyes, and everyone looked like a contemptuous look.

General Du did not dare to slack off at all, and after turning his horse around, he was extra careful in the face of the enemy general.

Seeing that the blow missed, Chagan Temur was very annoyed, brandished the bright scimitar in his hand, and rushed over again with a shout of "Wow Wow".

"Boom", Chagan Temur quickly slashed out three times, all of which were easily resolved by Du Zhongnian.

A steppe warrior behind Chagan Temur saw that the main general failed to hit the opponent in a series of moves, so he was inevitably a little anxious, and urged the horse to rush over from the other side, trying to help him kill the enemy together, which can be regarded as saving some face for him.

How do you know that Chagan Temur didn't appreciate it at all, turned his head and blew his beard at him, glared, and scolded loudly. That probably means: The head of this black-bearded thief is mine, Lao Tzu is the commander of the First Army, and you kid don't open your eyes and dare to rob me?

The warrior flashed to the side in a daze, and had to grit his teeth and raise his sword at the other Great Chu soldiers to kill him.

Although Du Zhongnian couldn't understand what Chagan Temur said, he could guess a few points by looking at his expression, and he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart: With your ability, plus ten soldiers, you may not be able to win the Sprinkle family! Sure enough, it is a frog at the bottom of the well, and I have never seen much of the world.

Du Zhongnian crossed the long knife in his hand, no longer humble, and urged the horse to dance the knife towards Chagan Temur. As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, although the scimitar in Chagan Temur's hand is sharp, but after all, it is a few points shorter than the long knife in Du Zhongnian's hand, and it is a little difficult to parry.

For a long time, the whirring wind of the long knife dance in his hand sounded, and his breath did not grow, and he launched a continuous attack on Chagan Temur with one move at a time. Under repeated persecution, Chagan Temur was in a hurry for a while, sweating down his neck.

"Brother Chagan Temur, don't panic, I'm here to help you!" With a shout, Agudam, who was also holding a scimitar, galloped over and joined the battle group without saying a word.

Chagan Temur was overjoyed for a moment, and immediately regained his spirits, shouted, turned the defense into an attack, and fiercely swung a knife at Du Zhongnian's neck.

was suddenly attacked by two generals of the Prairie Alliance, but Du Zhongnian did not panic at all, but aroused his fighting spirit even more.

I saw him burst into a shout, his arms exerted force at the same time, pushed left and right, calmly responded to the battle, with one enemy and two, without falling behind at all.

In the originally clear sky, a few lead-gray clouds drifted from nowhere. The clouds slowly stacked and gathered, and the colors became more and more intense, until finally a dark cloud was formed.

"Click, lala", and after a while, a series of explosions sounded in the sky. After the deafening thunder, not a drop of rain fell. It didn't take long for the dense dark clouds in the sky to drift away again.

This is about the "Thor" behind the clouds who is also depressed in his heart: such a loud thunder has not been able to suppress the noise and noise on the battlefield, so you continue to quarrel, Lao Tzu hugged the "electric mother" to sleep! I just won't play with you anymore, who I love!

"Woo ......" The sweaty Rising Sun had to restrain his war horse and gritted his teeth and glared at the oncoming Great Chu invaders.

With a "hum", Xuanwu General Zhang Baiqian waved the spear in his hand, still galloping wildly, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Rising Sun opened his mouth slightly, slightly surprised: What's wrong? Is this what it means to not plan to say hello, but to rush up and play with your life? The bearded man on your side who has a meaty face, a pair of bull's eyes, and an infinite amount of strength and axes has died under the stick of this general, who else in the Chu army can be my opponent? Who else is worthy of being my opponent?!

Rising Sun Gan glanced back at his subordinates behind him, and shouted: "Grassland warriors, raise the scimitars in your hands and kill all the thieves who come to attack!" The shame of the bloody jade gate, the Great Khan of Bars is watching us behind him! Come on! ”。

The high-spirited steppe warriors screamed wildly, constantly brandishing their snowy scimitars, and quickly scattered in formation to outflank the men and horses led by Zhang Baiqian.

Zhang Baiqian still didn't say a word, his spears were clenched in both hands, and his eyes were staring at the Rising Sun Dry Horse with a big stick and rushing towards it. He didn't need to shout loudly to boost morale. Because the Qingzhou soldiers and horses behind him have already spewed out nameless anger in their eyes, and as the coach, he is the best example to his subordinates. There is a silent cry in everyone's heart: Kill all the grassland barbarians, and if they want to kill, they will not leave a piece of armor, and avenge the hatred of Zhai Wangye!

In the blink of an eye, with the chaotic sound of swords colliding with each other, the two sides fell into a life-and-death scuffle.

Rising Sun waved the big stick in his hand, and just as he swept down the two Great Chu cavalrymen from his horse, a sharp spear suddenly appeared under his nose. The Rising Sun was not in a hurry, throwing off his arms and swinging the big stick and smashing it towards the barrel of the gun.

Unexpectedly, the spear seemed to have eyes, and suddenly it retracted. When his big stick swept through the wind, the tip of the spear stabbed his choked throat again.

Rising Sun was shocked into a cold sweat, and while he hurriedly dodged and dodged, he secretly exclaimed in his heart: What a fast skill! What a sharp marksmanship! couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the enemy general, he saw the cold face of Xuanwu General Zhang Baiqian and the thick hatred in his eyes.

Holding a pergola in his hand, the Khan king Bars, who was watching the battle from a distance on a gentle slope, became more and more breathless.

He saw that the frontal battlefield that stretched for miles was fiercely fought between the enemy and us, and he temporarily fell into a stalemate. And following his orders, the men and horses of the Rising Sun Cadre Division, which attacked the enemy's flank as a surprise soldier, suddenly hit an impassable towering embankment like a galloping and roaring torrent, and suddenly stopped.

The stakes are so high that we can only win, not lose! Bars couldn't help but glance back in the direction of his own camp, where there were still enough troops he could last get his hands on and put them into battle. But most of these troops were foot soldiers, and in front of the cavalry, there was not much advantage to take advantage of. Therefore, he was reluctant to mobilize them lightly unless he had to.

At this time, Agudam and Chagan Temur, who were fighting side by side, cooperated tacitly, and both became more and more courageous.

Du Zhongnian, who was still in good spirits just now, and single-handedly defeated these two fierce generals, seemed to be exhausted, and his movement of wielding the steel knife gradually slowed down, as if he was gritting his teeth and struggling to support.

This made Agudammu and Chagan Temur even more excited, and in the middle of the fight, the two of them exchanged glances, and tacitly roared at the same time, and in an instant they both accelerated the pace of their attacks.

In the face of the simultaneous efforts of the two, Du Zhongnian seemed to have no good way to deal with it, so he could only be clumsy, sweating on his forehead, and he was unable to cope.

Agudamu's eyes flashed, and he saw an opportunity, and with a horizontal scimitar in his hand, he quickly wiped off the enemy's neck with a "swish".

Du Zhongnian let out an exclamation in his mouth, instinctively tilted his neck, although he escaped extremely dangerously, but the few black whiskers under his chin did not dodge the opponent's sharp scimitar, and fell flutteringly.

Without waiting for the scimitar of Chagan Temur on the other side to strike, he quickly turned his horse's head and fled.

Tsagan Temur's eyes lit up, he raised his scimitar and shouted in chase. Agudammu also did not show weakness, and hurriedly urged the war horse under his crotch, brandishing a scimitar to follow, and couldn't help but let out a roaring cheer in his mouth.

Chagan Temur quickly rushed behind Du Zhongnian, and at the same time couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart: Is it the stupid wolf of Middle Earth, and these warriors who have grown up on horseback in our grassland are more equestrian? It's only been a few days since you learned to ride a horse!

At the moment when he struggled to swing his knife and slash down, his heart was full of doubts. For he saw that the thief was about to turn his head suddenly, his eyes were like lightning, and there was not the slightest panic or fear of death in his eyes, and there seemed to be a strange smile in the corners of his eyes.

By the time he heard the "whirring" of the long knife in his ears, it was already too late.

There was a crisp "click" and blood splattered. Chagan Temur's stout body was still firmly on the horse, and the scimitar held high in his hand had not yet fallen, but his head flew out with a "whoosh" in the opposite direction.

Agudam, who followed him, was completely stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes. Tsakan Temur stared at the frightened and puzzled head, brushed the tip of his nose and spun and flew over, splattering his head and face with splatters of blood.

What's even more terrifying is that on the ownerless head that was detached from the body, the pair of white and black eyes seemed to be staring at him in mid-air, leaving only a brief blank in Agudamu's mind.

On one side of the battlefield, the sweaty Sunrise gritted his teeth tighter and tighter, and he felt his muscular arms become more and more sore. Several times, I used the strength of milk, trying to knock off the spear in the hand of the enemy general, but I was dodged by the other party.

What's even worse is that the spear in the hands of the enemy general can always break through the blockade of the big stick in his hand repeatedly, and the sharp tip of the spear never leaves several key points of his own, which can kill him when encountered!

Rising Sun sweated on his forehead, and his heart was cold, and he asked himself painfully: Is it so difficult to become famous in a battle, and the shame of the defeat of the Snow Jade Gate? This time, it is the thieves of Da Chu who have blatantly invaded the grassland, and we are the victims and the righteous party! Doesn't it mean that good will eventually triumph over evil?!

Agudammu has no intention of fighting at all. The creepy and sudden death of the Tsagan Temur brothers was difficult for him to accept for a while. To use a modern buzzword to describe Agudam's mood at the moment, that is: feeling like his body is being hollowed out.

The young man shook his wrist and threw away the blood stains on the long knife in his hand. With a shallow smile on his lips, he raised his hand to gently brush the black beard that was missing a few but harmless under his chin.

At the moment, he felt comfortable, like he had just taken a hot bath. Looking at the retreating grassland coalition army in front of him, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to rush forward to chase and kill.

Looking around the battlefield, he couldn't help but straighten his back. At this moment, General Du can be described as full of pride and high spirits.

In later generations, there was a sour and rotten literati who had nothing to do when he was full of food and support, and once wrote a half-incomprehensible limerick poem and praised it:

Where the long knife goes, the thief is frightened.

Looking at the world, I am the only one!