Chapter Eighty-Nine: Breaking the Formation and Slashing the General (I'm so tired, it's one or two o'clock every day, and my brain hurts!) )

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly, a rush of war drums sounded from the state army formation.

"Kill!" The advancing Bingzhou army suddenly increased its speed, and the front army collided with the heavy shield like the Black Mountain Army, and roared out a killing cry neatly.

Bang bang bang!

The dull crash came one after another, and the front rows of the two armies finally collided like a wave against a reef, and many shields were torn apart, and in no time swords were slashed, spears and spears were wrestling, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The hot blood soon stained the entire river valley, flowing into the turbid Zhang River along the unbridled greenery, and the once crystal clear river was instantly infected with crimson blood.

The Montenegrin army is not afraid of death, and the state army is even less afraid of death, if they are all fearless of death, the battle will continue, and the next competition is whose sword is faster and sharper, whose armor is thicker and stronger.

The two sides fought hard, Song Xian even went into battle shirtless, he thought the armor was too heavy, it was inconvenient to cut off his head with a knife, and the Black Mountain Army was poorly equipped, and everyone stabbed with his body, he didn't want to take advantage of this.

Not everyone is as noble as Song Xian, and more people still choose to swing a knife, and then swing the knife again until they are hacked to death or slashed.

The fierce battle shocked Zhang Yan, who was watching the battle from a distance: "Although our own side has an advantage in numbers, the enemy troops are all wearing armor, carrying heavy shields, and are well-equipped, so if we continue like this, we will definitely be defeated." ”

His eyes glanced at the sword-wielding warriors of the Gongwei Chinese army, although there were only 10,000 of this Biao army, but they were all carefully selected by him from the hundreds of thousands of Black Mountain troops, everyone was good at using big swords, and they were extremely powerful.

And basically everyone wears armor, even if there is no armor, there is a heavy shield to protect them, do you want to send them to press it?

Zhang Yan was in a fierce ideological struggle at this time, the enemy cavalry did not move, and he was looking at the Chinese army, once the sword wrestler pressed into front of the battle, then there were only 20,000 crossbowmen around him.

Will this crossbowman be able to hold off the onslaught of enemy cavalry?

The disappearance of the white winding and the solid Dasu in the crowd indicates that the cavalry has been completely annihilated, and the infantry, although still fighting fiercely, is already showing signs of rout.

Zhang Yan was like a red-eyed gambler, his nails had pierced into the flesh of his palm, he took two deep breaths, and finally raised his right hand: "Left mustache Zhangba." ”

A strong man with a bearded face wrapped in a soapy green scarf on his head and a bearded face walked up to Zhang Yan, hugged his fists and said, "The end will be." ”

"Lead the sword-wielding warriors into battle, and be sure to defeat the officers and soldiers." There was no trace of emotion on Zhang Yan's face.

Zuo Zhangba glanced at Zhang Yan and hesitated: "Qu Shuai, once the sword is pressed, who will defend the Chinese army?" ”

Zhang Yan saw that some soldiers on the front line had fled, he was as anxious as a rat fighting a fire, pulling his neck and roaring: "Why don't you go quickly?" ”

Zuo Zhangba's fist hugged Zhang Yan, and then rushed towards the Bingzhou army with a knife, and the sword-wielding warriors of the Gongwei Chinese Army saw this, and they let out one roar after another, brandishing their swords and rushing into the battlefield.

With the addition of this new force, the Montenegrin Army really recovered its previous decline and fought to the death with the Bingzhou Army on a bloody line.

Just when the two armies were fighting to a critical juncture, a rapid sound of horses' hooves rushed through the two wings of the Black Mountain Army and went straight into Zhang Yan's Chinese army.

The archers of the Montenegrin Army, who were shooting behind the formation, hurriedly retreated, and defended Zhang Yangong in a circle.

The crossbowmen who still had arrows quickly set up their bows and arrows, aiming at the galloping iron cavalry, while those who no longer had arrows drew their swords and waited for them.

Suddenly, a scalp-numbing sound of breaking the air resounded through the four fields, and in the sight of the Black Mountain Army, a dense black shadow was coming quickly with bursts of breaking through the sky.

When the black shadow enlarged in the pupils, the Black Mountain Army realized that the dense black shadows were spears with light steel.

The rain curtain composed of spears covered the Black Mountain Army, and the sharp spear head swirled and pierced into the flesh, and in an instant, blood splattered, and in this endless wail, a puff of blood mist bloomed.

After a reaper-like death, the lives and courage of countless Montenegrin soldiers were scattered in the blood-stained air.

Before the Black Mountain Army crossbowmen could recover from their fear, another burst of spear forest galloped in, and coincidentally, the moment the soldier standing at the front touched the spear forest, his life was scattered on the ground like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

"Lu Bu, you're finally here!" A moving fire shadow caught Zhang Yan's eyes, and at the moment he blinked, the fire shadow suddenly widened in his pupils, crashing into the already square army formation like a runaway train.

"Boom!"

A loud bang rose from the ground, and Lu Bu swung his halberd and smashed the Black Mountain Army in front of him.

The red rabbit horse did not stop, carrying Lu Bu directly to hit the middle army, and a black mountain army who was knocked away was about to get up, when suddenly a red light flashed above his head, and then there was a sharp pain in his chest.

He hurriedly looked down to see that his chest had already been stepped out of a bloody hole by the red rabbit, his pupils were extremely constricted, and he let out a terrible scream.

"Protect Qu Shuai!" Seeing that Lu Bu was unstoppable, the two Montenegrin generals hurriedly killed Lu Bu with swords left and right.

"Enemy generals are all names!" Lu Bu waved his halberd on horseback.

The general of the Montenegrin Army on the left let out a long roar, and the war knife had already slashed towards Lu Bu like Mount Tai: "Montenegrin Green Bull"

"Black Mountain Luo City!" The Montenegrin army on the right swung its war knife and slashed horizontally at Lu Bu's neck.

Lu Bu's eyes showed cold stars, and with a pull of the reins, the red rabbit horse stopped abruptly like a psychic, and Lu Bu took advantage of the situation to raise the halberd and smashed it into the two of them.

The two of them didn't expect that Lu Bu would suddenly stop his momentum, and the war knife he swung with all his strength was as soft and weak as if it was slashing on cotton.

Before the two of them could restart the offensive, Lu Bu's halberd had already fallen with a bang, accompanied by two deafening resonances of gold and iron, Luo Shi, who was a little timid, felt a pain in his mouth, and the war knife came out of his hand.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Bu's lips, the painting halberd swung a beautiful and slender cold light, and the crescent blade slashed along Luo Shi's shoulder to the back waist, but at that moment, his body suddenly split in half, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

The green bull's horns let out a beast-like roar, and he flew away from the war horse and jumped into the sky above Lu Bu, flipping his hand, and slashing his war knife obliquely from top to bottom, with great force.

Lu Bu pulled the war horse, the red rabbit quickly twisted the majestic body like fire, and after dodging the war knife of the green horn, the halberd changed from a split to a thorn, straight into the chest of the green horn, and drilled deep into it.

It was very deep, and the other end of the halberd broke out of the wall from the back of the green bull's horns, and as soon as Lu Bu collected the halberd, a column of blood rushed out of the chest of the green horns like a flood that burst the embankment.

His body also hit the ground heavily, and immediately smashed up a blurry dust, Lu Bu shook the halberd, and the blood remaining on the halberd immediately dripped to the ground and sank into the dust.