"Shall we go up?" He Jing's face became serious, "You can't win this way!" ”

Fan Junhou coughed heavily beside him and glared at He Jing fiercely. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What is He Jing's identity, how can he go on an adventure with these outlaws.

Ma Zhong glanced at He Jing, but he didn't think so, war is not simply decided by numbers.

The soldiers of Captain Wu Meng's battalion and the soldiers of General Fenwu's mansion are completely different!

Pan Zhang's Captain Wu Meng Battalion is a beast that has been hungry for too long, and after so many years of experience, both the sense of battle and the means of killing far surpass those mountain barbarians.

In addition to combat ability, the strength of an army is also measured by morale!

An ordinary army can be called a strong soldier if it loses three percent of the battle and does not collapse.

Ma Zhong is sure that the prodigal army in front of him will still die if more than seventy percent of them are killed!

The reason for this cruelty is simple, their parents and children are behind them......

They can't go back!

Compared to fighting against the odds or something, this is a truly unsolvable desperate situation.

Although the situation on the field is a little ugly now, the ratio of troops to one to three is not very large, and the front of the Lin Zi Battalion is gradually stabilizing, and the Huozi Battalion began to move closer to the Lin Zi Battalion after giving Shanman a heavy blow, seeking a response.

Although the remnants of the Fengzi Battalion withdrew from the battle for the second time, the existence of the White Devil Mengguo still restrained a lot of Shanman's energy.

As he retreated, he jumped off his horse and cut off the head of a mountain dweller.

This caused dozens of mountain barbarians on the periphery to change their attack targets in a rage and began to chase after Meng Guo.

This hatred pulled, Ma Zhong was a little convinced.

Ma Zhong believed that as long as there were not too many variables, those mountain barbarians would eventually be unable to bear the death and injury and began to be afraid.

As for variables......

Of course, there will be variables.

Ma Zhong looked up at the city wall of Jinou Village, his heart moved, and his brows furrowed, "Listen! ”

He Jing was puzzled, listened attentively, and didn't notice any difference.

Ding Feng glanced at him coldly, but said, "It's the sound of drums!" ”

He Jing was a little puzzled, what was wrong with the drumming?

Ma Zhong said in a deep voice, "From just now to now, the sound of golden drums on the wall of Jinouzhai has been manipulating the rhythm of the battle. ”

He Jing said strangely, "The sound of drums is supposed to control the rhythm of the battlefield, is there any problem?" ”

He looked at the battlefield, and saw that under the unrelenting desperate pressure of the war drums, those slightly wavering mountain barbarians were letting go of everything, and they were attacking without stopping.

Simple and crude, but it just makes full use of the advantage of numbers and reduces the role of other factors in this battle.

The other party is a man who knows the soldiers.

Ma Zhong glanced at the wall of Jin'ou Village, "Since there are people on the other side who have been presiding over the overall situation, how can they not notice us?" ”

Ma Zhong prompted, "We have three horses here!" ”

There are indeed three horses!

Ma Zhong himself rode a mare from Zhou Bao, and Fan Junhou and He Jing also rode sturdy military horses.

"So?" He Jing raised his eyebrows.

Ma Zhong said with a heavy face, "So, do our group of people look like the main generals in the army?" Do you guess they're going to come and grab the back row? ”

Fan Junhou and He Jing changed color at the same time, and at this moment, the gate of Jinou Village opened again, and a big fat man like a mountain of meat rushed out with hundreds of personal soldiers.

The target is just a few people on the slope!

Capture the thief and capture the king first!

"My lord, what should I do?" Wang Li was a little nervous.

Ma Zhong didn't expect that there were so many spare forces in Jinou Village!

He looked around, and there was no one else around him except Ding Feng, Wang Li, He Qi, and Fan Junhou.

These black-hearted military marquis all wished that Ma Zhong died inexplicably, how could they leave troops to protect him in such a critical battle.

"If we retreat, those new forces will go to flank the wolf, and the battle will be lost."

This was Ma Zhong's first time on the battlefield, and he thought he could be a spectator, but he didn't expect that the knife he waved would be cut in front of him.

Ma Zhong finally sensed that the scene was beginning to get out of control, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his sideburns.

He tried to suppress his fears, but remained silent.

"My lord, what should I do!" The king was in a hurry.

Ma Zhong's hand holding the reins of the horse turned a little white nervously, his legs tightly clamped the war horse, and he stepped off the horse's uncomfortable inverted hooves.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and suddenly, one thought gradually became clear, and the others were forgotten in the deepest part of my mind.

-- The women and children in the back fell into the hands of Shanyue, and no one could live.

Ma Zhong's palm holding the reins of the horse began to sweat, he gritted his teeth and said dryly, "Wang Li stays, let's go!" ”

"What do you want to do?!" Fan Junhou asked loudly.

He Jing is He Qi's favorite youngest son, and Fan Junhou can't let him risk this kind of place no matter what!

He leaned down from his horse and was about to pull the reins of He Jing.

He Jing raised his horse's head and avoided it.

"What do you want to do?" He Jing looked at Ma Zhong and asked in a deep voice.

Ma Zhong's eyes fell on Ding Feng, and Ding Feng raised his head nonchalantly and let out a somewhat crazy laugh.

Ma Zhong was also infected by Ding Feng's arrogance, he pointed his finger forward, and his high-pitched and rough voice trembled in his throat, "Kill them all!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ma Zhong shouted, "Drive!" ”

The mare under him immediately began to run.

Ding Feng shouted loudly, dragging a big spear and galloping left and right.

Listening to his almost crazy laughter, Ma Zhong felt that his throat was itching, and he wanted to yell something.

The horse's hooves behind him suddenly sounded, and He Jing also rushed up with a horse lance.

Fan Jun shouted angrily, but he had to follow the charge, and he finally pulled out his broadsword in the charge and aimed at the head of Jinou Village.

Ma Zhong! Ding Bong! Congratulations! Fan Junhou!

An incomparably gorgeous assault team was formed immediately.

"Kill them all!" All roared together.

At the forefront is the best horsepower He Jing!

The second is Ding Feng, who is running like lightning!

Fan Junhou was the latest, and the speed was slow under hesitation, and he was able to catch up with Ma Zhong.

Seeing these military attachés rushing out, the Roshantou people of the Golden Ouzhai hurriedly stopped and shouted for their subordinates to release arrows.

He Jing didn't even look at the stray arrows flying around, his left hand opened, and the armor on his hand suddenly stretched out like a frog's web, helping him protect his face.

The horse lance held in his right hand drew an arc with the wind, and a human head flew away with a lance.

Dark red plasma spurted out and fell to the earth, crushed by the hooves the size of the horse's bowl.

The big spear in Ding Feng's hand Jiaolong probed into the sea, and stabbed through a shirtless mountain barbarian, his spearhead was quite large, and when he withdrew it, his wrist shook slightly, and the organs in the man's chest flowed to the ground.

Without any thought, Ma Zhong pulled out his waist knife, and relying on the convenience of riding a horse, he easily killed a mountain man who couldn't dodge.

He drew his knife and wanted to scream.

But I felt my heart beating, and I couldn't say anything when I squeezed myself.

The outpouring of blood made his originally gentle heart have a different consciousness in just an instant!

War is a man's feast.