Chapter 1 Gambling (Eight Middle School)

The number was only in the early 6,000s, and the continuous fighting made the soldiers exhausted. The armor was not neat, the number of bows and arrows was small, and heavy weapons such as lances and swords were scarce. To take such a team to challenge more than 17,000 enemy troops is something that only a madman can do. And there is no shortage of such madmen in this world, Wu Tianxi is, Cheng Mingzhen is, Xiong Kuohai, Wang Ermao and Zhang Pigskin, Wang Fei, Han Gesheng and others are. The three counties of Zhaozhou are their homes built from the ruins, and no matter how strong the enemy is, there is no reason to give up resistance.

The team came out in the morning light, hunting with flags. The owner of the old village, Du Scar, also knew that it was time for life and death, so he personally stood on the enemy tower and beat drums for the warriors. The cuckoo was draped all over his body and followed closely by Cheng Mingzhen's side. She was not the only woman in the ranks, and behind her mount was more than two dozen female soldiers. Wang Ermao originally suggested that they stay and defend the city, but they were defeated by everyone with spitting stars and white eyes.

Hearing that Cheng Mingzhen took the initiative to attack, Sang Xianhe was very happy. ** Intrigue and intrigues, he asked himself to be a step worse than the other party. But face to face, since his debut, he has never been afraid of anyone. Boosting morale, he led the officers and soldiers out of the nest. Tried to block the Zhaozhou army on the way and caught the other side off guard.

The managers of both sides were confident of victory, and at the same time very cautiously sent out a large number of scouts. The scouts of the two sides soon met, and then quickly came behind warning of the presence of enemy forces. The lances and heavy shieldmen of both sides set up their weapons at the same time, forming a moving steel jungle. The archers on both sides simultaneously shot their arrows diagonally upwards, creating a rain of arrows above the heads of the opposing soldiers.

Bows and arrows have never been the strong point of the Yuzhou army. After pushing the distance close enough, Cheng Mingzhen immediately ordered the majestic kelp lance to attack the first round. Zhang Pigskin commanded the few cavalry to escape the main formation and cut into the opponent's archers from the flanks. The nearby terrain is a flat river, which is very suitable for war horses. Waist-deep weeds hide the sound of horses' hooves, making them look like they're drifting in the clouds.

Sang Xian and how could he let the other party take the lead, and immediately launched a counterattack against the Zhaozhou army with double the number of foot soldiers. At the same time, he also released all the few cavalry under his command, and the wind swept through the grass and field, blocking Zhang Pigskin head-on.

The two sides fought a verdant green, and soon the field was dyed pink. Before the first round of contact could determine the winner, Meng Dapeng rushed up from the left flank with hundreds of Pu Daomen, and more than 1,000 officers and soldiers also came up from the right flank of his own formation.

In terms of morale and personal training, the Zhaozhou army had the upper hand in the war. But in terms of numbers and equipment, their inferiority is equally obvious. Xiong Kuohai led his brothers to defeat the officers and soldiers who blocked him, but he had to turn around and support Meng Dapeng. The cavalry of Zhang Pigskin's subordinate also repeatedly cut down the teammen, but they were blocked by more teammen.

The battle quickly reached a stalemate. Cheng Mingzhen and Sang Xianhe quickly adjusted their deployments. They all tried to find each other's flaws, and they all had to constantly change their formations under the pressure of the other party to make up for their own exposed shortcomings. At the same time, they all cunningly hid their hardest moves, ready to deliver a fatal blow to their opponents at the right moment.

Seeing that the situation could not be opened for a long time in the front, Cheng Mingzhen transferred the command to Wang Ermao and personally led the team to the front line. Most of the officers at all levels of the Zhaozhou Army were the original sharp soldiers, and their courage doubled when they saw their own sect leaders rushing to kill with knives. Take out the ability to rush and kill hard, and die without spinning. The officers and soldiers were soon overwhelmed and kept retreating. Sang Xianhe sneered slightly, waved the command flag, and threw a new force that had been gathering momentum for a long time into the battle group.

This team is led by a veteran and has a lot of experience in fighting. did not entangle too much with Xiong Kuohai and Meng Dapeng, and directly inserted Cheng Mingzhen obliquely. Before anyone arrives, the feather arrow arrives first. Zhizhi aimed at Cheng Mingzhen and tried to snipe him to death on the spot.

The cuckoo stepped forward and swung his sword to block several feathered arrows. Several of his own soldiers rushed forward desperately, using their shields and bodies to block the rest of the arrows. What the officers and soldiers wanted was a kind of chaos, and after a shot, they immediately dropped the short bow for cavalry. Riding horses and surrounding them, Cheng Mingzhen's personal soldiers were caught off guard, and they were cut down three or four in succession.

Seeing that Cheng Mingzhen himself was about to be besieged, the cuckoo was so anxious that his eyes were red, and his double knives danced in a wind. The two officers and cavalrymen saw that she was a woman, and thought that there was a bargain to pick up, so they turned their horses' heads halfway and blocked her way. Get out of the way! The cuckoo shouted angrily, slashing obliquely with a knife and pushing horizontally. The two cavalrymen hurriedly raised their swords to stop them, but they didn't expect the cuckoo's strength to be so great, and one of them was directly cut off the horse. The other was deflected by the knife, and saw a red shadow pass by him.

Before he could sit up straight, two female soldiers on foot had already arrived. One against people, the other against horses, and in the blink of an eye, both men and horses were stabbed into blood gourds. Looking up and looking for the cuckoo again, the current female boss's mount has already started with the male coach's and arrived in the same place. Protect each other, take care of each other, and kill several officers and soldiers who surrounded each other.

"Stinging horses, stinging horses!" While fighting desperately with the enemy, Cuckoo gave orders to his own soldiers. All the men and women rushed up, first stabbing horses, then stabbing people, and in the blink of an eye, the officers and soldiers who came to pick up the bargains were killed cleanly. Before everyone had time to catch their breath, Sang Xianhe sent the second wave of cheap guys over. insisted on the truth that the thief captured the king first, and surrounded Cheng Mingzhen and his wife.

"Inform the main formation, don't be moved by enemy forces. I can handle it here! Cheng Mingzhen smiled slightly and ordered at his own soldiers. Then he raised the lance in his hand and made a gesture of invitation to his wife, "How about another round?" ”

The cuckoo pursed his lips lightly and slashed his twin knives in front of him. The husband and wife met the surging enemy army with the sound of horns, like two leopards entering the wolves. A cavalryman stabbed each other with a flat lance, and was swayed crooked by Cheng Ming's exhilaration. The cuckoo's blade swept along the lance, which had no time to change momentum, and the man swept a long gash from his chest to his armpits. Another cavalryman deceived her for being short on her weapon and quickly tilted her mount. Cheng Mingzhen picked up a helmet from the ground and smashed it, hitting the person's helmet. Before the man could straighten his helmet, the cuckoo's blade had already smeared his neck. With the swiftness of the war horse, the whole head flew into the air.

The husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, and an indescribable satisfaction welled up in their hearts. The tip of the knife bush nearby seems to be no longer a threat of death, but a romance between me and me. Especially for Du Juan, it has been a long time since she has cooperated with her husband so tacitly, there is no need to hint at each other, just relying on instinct and spiritual guidance to understand where the other party is, what they are doing, what they want to do next, and what they want to do to cooperate with him.

It's a feeling that has been strange for a long time, but when it comes out of nowhere, it's so sweet. Du Juan remembered that it was only before he became Cheng Mingzhen's bride that he had similar memories for a long time. When the two got married, they got together less and separated more, and their life experiences were very different, so each other's hearts gradually drifted apart.

Cheng Mingzhen didn't look for another new love, Du Juan knew. Even when Zhang Jincheng came to the door, it was someone else who imposed the crime on him, not that he took the initiative to mess with flowers. He respects her as much as he respects his fellow greeners. He trusted her as if it were his own arm. He could not hesitate to hand over his vest to her and rush to kill with all his might. She is his greatest helper, his best partner, and his most trustworthy robe. However, there was no longer longing and fanaticism in his gaze as he looked at her.

Raising the case and raising eyebrows may be the most ideal marriage in the hearts of some readers. But this kind of life does not belong to the cuckoo. She likes to burn like fire and blaze like wine. Even if it's just a few months, it's better than a long time.

Today, in the army of ten thousand horses, she finally got her wish again. The two hearts suddenly beat together, dancing to the same beat. Happy, fiery, forgetful, drunk. The sword light and blood light all began to blur, and the screams and screams slowly subsided. All you can hear in your ears is each other's breath. All that can be seen in the eyes is the other party's watery bright gaze.

As long as this gaze remains the same, what can the sea of swords and fires do?

The cuckoo was completely intoxicated, and its twin knives danced, blooming like flowers in the sea of people. The brilliance on the blade was so dazzling that neither the enemy nor the enemy dared to look at it. She followed Cheng Mingzhen closely, like a vine wrapped around a tree, like a shadow. She blocked the stray arrows for him, cut down the enemy, and blocked one flaw after another for him in time. She is everywhere. Let all attacks be in vain, and all fighting spirit turn into fear.

She is a tree of flowers, blooming her most beautiful moment to him. He couldn't turn a blind eye, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but be dazzled.

The enemy soon revealed the mad demon. In order to get rid of Cheng Mingzhen, he had to cut her off first. Two spears alternated, one piercing her lower abdomen and the other pointing at her thigh. The cuckoo deflected his body, let go of the lance that stabbed him head-on, and pushed it flat with a single knife, cutting off the opponent's elbow. The lance that stabbed her leg was picked aside halfway, and Cheng Mingzhen turned the horse's head around in time to block the inevitable blow for her. Then his arms jerked upward, and the man's weapon flew into the air.

The cuckoo, who was awakened in an instant, glanced at her husband with a little drunkenness and grinned. Cheng Mingzhen nodded at his wife, turned his mount and rushed to the next wave of opponents. The two riders rode side by side, rolling up a cloud of red smoke.

The bravery of his own commander greatly encouraged the fighting spirit of the brothers, and the more brave the soldiers became, forcing the opponents who had doubled to retreat one after another. Seeing that Cheng Mingzhen and Du Juan turned from danger to safety, Wang Ermao's dispatch became more and more calm. Constantly invest new forces to join the war group, and constantly put pressure on Sang Xianhe's front.

Wave after wave of attacks were like a surge, pushing the officers and soldiers unable to gain a firm foothold. Sang Xianhe was forced to have his heart rolling, so he threw the flag into Yang Fu's hand and ordered loudly: "Ziqing will sweep the battle for me, and I will come forward to meet the surnamed Cheng for a while!" ”

"General!" Yang Fu tried to dissuade him, but was stared at by Sang Xianhe and couldn't speak. "Even if you follow the tactics you have laid out in advance, I will go and give the brothers a boost of morale!"

Yang Fu had no choice but to order someone to blow the horn for the main general. In the sound of dragon-like horns, Sang Xian and Zema separated the crowd and rushed straight to Cheng Mingzhen. In terms of skill, he boasted that he was no worse than Cheng Mingzhen, since the other party dared to lead the team to rush and kill, how could he be compared? More importantly, the general is the courage of the three armies. If he, the boss, is blindly hiding in the back, how can the brothers be willing to sacrifice their lives to fight.

In fact, just as he had predicted in advance, when the current commander of his family also rushed to the front line, the morale of the officers and men suddenly increased by several points. In stark contrast to this, the arrogance of the Xuzhou Army was instantly suppressed. "Kill the thief!" Sang Xianhe raised his lance and roared, rushed out of the crowd and killed Cheng Mingzhen. "Kill the thief!" "Kill the thief!" The officers and soldiers shouted loudly, and the sound was like thunder on a summer evening. The offensive of the Zhaozhou army was contained. Some people in the army began to hesitate. Some people in the Zhaozhou army fell to the ground screaming and groaning. Some people in the Zhaozhou army were timid, and the blades were dancing, but they couldn't block Sang Xianhe's way.

As soon as he met him, Sang Xianhe let Cheng Mingzhen know the gap between the two sides. He has a strong body and powerful moves. He has been in battle for a long time, and he is very experienced in killing. His mount is a good Turkic species, and his response to orders is far better than that of Cheng Mingzhen**'s jujube red horse. What's more critical is that he has been waiting for work just now, and Cheng Mingzhen has been killing in the knife bush for at least half an hour.

Straight stabs, sweeps, turns. The second horse frustrated the stirrup, quickly swirled, and the lance pointed to Cheng Mingzhen's chest again. The threatened person had to dodge sideways, and Sang Xianhe quickly rushed past Cheng Mingzhen, and casually stabbed a Cheng thief's guard and fell off his horse. The cuckoo desperately came to the rescue, but was blocked by Sang Xianhe's personal guards. Cheng Mingzhen struggled to support himself, but he struggled and reacted more slowly.

Straight stabs, sweeps, backhand stabs. The edge honed on the battlefield for many years is fully displayed and dazzling. Cheng Mingzhen pulled out the lance, but suddenly pulled out the air. "Little thief, take your life!" Sang Xian and turned around with a cruel smile, and the trick turned from virtual to real. Seeing that he was about to succeed in one blow, a thin horse suddenly reappeared in the oblique stab. The minions on horseback pounced on him with both hands, clutching his lance.

The center of gravity of the lance is completely pressed against the forehand of the general, and if it is slightly damaged, it will lose its accuracy. Sang Xianhe's lance immediately sank, making it difficult for him to sit firmly on horseback. Cheng Mingzhen was shocked into a cold sweat, snatched back the first move, and stabbed the opponent's waist and eyes.

The guards of the Zhaozhou army dared to sacrifice their lives to rescue the commander, and Sang Xian and the guards under his command were not bad breeds. shouted and pounced, blocking Cheng Mingzhen's lance with his body. The two mounts quickly separated, and both generals were splattered with the blood of their enemies. The two gritted their teeth, turned back their horses, and hedged for the third time.

This time, Sang Xianhe's move was even more ruthless, the forefoot was raised, the back palm was pressed down, and the elasticity of the lance was used to shake the lance into a ball of light and shadow. Cheng Mingzhen knew that this was a killing move with reality in the middle, but he had never practiced against anyone, so he could only dismantle it intuitively. There was a feeling of emptiness coming from the blade, and he quickly dodged sideways. Sang Xian and the lance brushed the side of his shoulder, bringing up a string of blood beads.

In an instant, half of Cheng Mingzhen's shoulders were wet with his own blood. Unable to hold on to the lance anymore. With a roar, he used the lance as a spear to throw at Sang Xianhe. Then taking advantage of the opponent's sideways dodge, he pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist with one hand, and wiped it obliquely to the side.

The two Sang Xianhe's guards couldn't resist it, and they were wiped under the horse by Cheng Mingzhen one after another. A small gap suddenly appeared in front of him, Cheng Mingzhen didn't dare to look back, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and he withdrew from the battle group in embarrassment. Seeing her husband leaving, the jade-faced Rakshasa had no intention of fighting, so he slashed a few times with his double knives, forcing away the officials and soldiers who were right with him, and fled by taking the road. When the guards of the Zhaozhou army saw the main general leaving, they immediately lost the courage to fight with others, followed the horses of Cheng Mingzhen and his wife, and retreated to the main camp in a chaotic manner.

"Stop them!" Sang Xian and how could he let the victory in his hand fly away, shouting. The officers and soldiers who were fighting left their opponents one after another, trying to block the retreat of Cheng Mingzhen and his wife. They didn't have the skills of Sang Xianhe, they were led by Cheng Mingzhen and Du Juan to lead the guards to rush, and they fell one after another, some of them died, and those who were lucky enough to be alive fled one after another.

"Stick to them, don't let them run away!" Knowing that his requirements for his subordinates just now were too high, Sang Xianhe quickly adjusted the order. This time, his order had a practical effect, and the officers and men of the brigade followed closely behind the horses of Cheng Mingzhen and his wife, and rushed the battle formations of the enemy and us into chaos.

As soon as Cheng Mingzhen turned around, the situation was critical. He didn't have the courage to turn around and collide with Sang Xianhe again, and he didn't dare to impulsively move his own position. He turned his mount again and ran sideways to the left flank of the battlefield. Meng Dapeng was taking a group of brothers and soldiers to deal with the officers and soldiers there, and the commander felt that he came to defect and hurriedly led the team to respond. Cheng Mingzhen ran past him, didn't look back, and continued to gallop wildly. Sang Xianhe followed closely, rushed away from Meng Dapeng's block, and continued to chase closely.

Out of concern for the safety of his own coach, Wang Ermao, who was dispatched in the rear, had to send more fresh troops to try to block Sang Xianhe and take Cheng Mingzhen and his wife back to their main camp safely. How could Yang Fu, who was fighting for Sang Xian and the plundering formation, let him get his wish, and also put more new forces into the battlefield to intercept the thieves in Zhaozhou. The focus of the battle between the two sides changed from vertical to horizontal in an instant, and no one was no longer aiming to tear through the enemy's main formation, but moved all eyes around the position of Cheng Mingzhen fleeing for his life and Sang Xianhe chasing and killing. From a distance, the ranks of the fugitives and pursuers were stretched into a long line, and on either side of the long line, thousands of soldiers from both sides were gathered who were caught off guard and could not respond correctly to the situation on the battlefield.

"Not good!" Yang Fu suddenly shuddered in his heart and exclaimed in a low voice. Cheng Mingzhen's way of escaping was very strange, as if he was in a panic, but he kept leading Sang Xianhe to the periphery of the battlefield. And continue to chase and kill, Sang Xianhe may not be able to catch up with Cheng Mingzhen and his wife, but he is getting farther and farther away from his own brothers, and it is difficult to get effective support.

As if to confirm his judgment, amid the shouting and neighing of the chaotic people, a group of strong men wearing black armor and holding black Mo knives quietly emerged from the Zhaozhou army. "All the troops press!" There was no time to make more observations, Yang Fu pointed the command flag in his hand forward, desperate. He couldn't help but be nervous, the place where the Mo Dao team wearing heavy armor was where Cheng Mingzhen fled, and Sang Xianhe chased after Cheng Mingzhen, still like a moth to a fire.

All the killer moves are useless. If the manager dies in battle, the side that loses the manager will inevitably lose a big loss. Cheng Mingzhen knew that the number of men and horses under his command and the real strength were inferior to the official army, so while he was facing it head-on, he unwillingly laid a trap. The bait of this trap is that he and Du Juan are husband and wife, as long as Sang Xianhe tries to capture the thief and capture the king first, he will inevitably fall into his trap.

It's too late, it's too soon. Without waiting for Yang Fu's order to come out, the Modao team had already met Cheng Mingzhen's horse head. Taking the initiative to get out of the way, they let Cheng Mingzhen, Du Juan and the others over, and then suddenly closed, like a rock in front of the pursuers.

"Boom!" Almost everyone felt a shiver from the ground. The tidal wave of pursuers met the rock, and the flying flowers were knocked back like jade. Blood flowed like a waterfall, and corpses were strewn all over the ground. The general of the Xuzhou Army, who was in charge of the Mo Dao team, was not at all surprised by the tragic scene in front of him, and the Mo Dao stretched forward heavily, leading the team to meet the frightened Sang Xianhe without hurry.

"Kill!"

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