At the forefront of the confrontation with the Yuan family's hundred cavalry, several "Black Mountain soldiers" who were dressed a little strangely shouted loudly, constantly bringing the rhythm to the road of confrontation between the Black Mountain Army and the Yuan family. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Slowly, the anger of the Black Mountain soldiers had shifted from the assassin's body to the Yuan clan's hundred horsemen on the opposite side. Under the guidance of well-intentioned people, every Montenegrin soldier gradually realized that this seemed to be a killing game for an official army against himself. Collusion between inside and outside, killing people and destroying mouths. Especially in the death of Qu Shuai's left beard, they felt the despair of the rabbit and the fox. When anger and despair are intertwined, they can often erupt with amazing power. Under the leadership of several well-intentioned people, the Montenegrin soldiers in front of the battle howled the slogans of "avenge Qu Shuai" and "kill all the officers and soldiers", and rushed up!

One of the archers standing in the rear raised his bow to shoot an arrow in the direction of the Assassin's run, but with a scream, he was slashed to the ground by a bright steel knife.

"Dog's day! Where are you shooting? Do you want to kill those pursuing brothers?! Shoot that armor-clad one! He's the mastermind! "At some point, a bloodied Montenegrin soldier appeared in front of the archers' camp.

The man had a strange face and didn't seem to have seen it. However, due to his fierce behavior, no one dared to question the more than thirty archers, and they adjusted the direction of their bows and arrows one after another, and began to launch a rain of arrows attack on the camp of Yuan's hundred horsemen.

"Blow the trumpet! Order the brothers under the slope to come up and support! After giving the order to the archer, the Black Mountain soldier with a steel sword came to the "left" handsome flag and gave orders to a herald with a bull's horn.

"But......" The herald looked in some embarrassment in the direction where Shohachi had fallen to the ground.

There, there was a man who looked like a pro-soldier leader trying to treat Shohachi Zuo. It seems that he should be the second-in-command of this Montenegrin army. The first person under the left beard.

"But a fart! If the brothers below don't come, we will be served by the official army! Ignoring the herald's hesitation, the Black Mountain soldier raised his steel knife in a posture of preparing to slash.

If the herald refuses, the steel knife will immediately swing down and cut off his head!

"I blow! I blow! The herald hurriedly agreed, and in horror untied the horns from his waist and put them to his mouth!

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The low sound of the bull's horns resounded in the valley!

"Who's sending the distress signal?" When the leader of the pro-soldiers heard the sound of the horns, he came to his senses and found that his front was already screaming and fighting with the Yuan clan's men and horses. And the archers of the rear army are providing a steady stream of fire support.

Why it was fought, it doesn't matter anymore. Importantly, who is in command? Who would dare to seize power?

As far as the eye could see, the leader of the pro-soldiers saw a bloodied soldier beside the herald. Presumably, this creep is calling the shots.

"Who is he?" The leader of the pro-soldiers asked angrily.

The guards around them all shook their heads, they knew this bloody man who came out of nowhere.

"Who is he?" After hearing the horn order, all the Montenegrin soldiers habitually glanced in the direction of the banner. There, it used to be the place where the sturdy body of the left bearded shohachi stood.

Now, who is the man standing? All the Montenegrin soldiers were puzzled and hesitated to continue fighting.

"Qu Shuai has an order, kill the other party's main general, and inherit Qu Shuai's status, wealth, and woman! Status, wealth, women! Brothers, kill all the officers and soldiers on the other side! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Hearing the cry from the chest and lungs of this bloody black mountain soldier, the black mountain soldiers present seemed to be infected, and habitually shouted out the word "kill"!

As a result, more and more Montenegrin soldiers howled and rushed forward and joined the fighting team.

"Who are you? When did Qu Shuai give such an order? You ......" The leader of the pro-soldiers held the hilt of his sword in his hand, his face gloomy, and he squeezed away the soldiers who were charging forward, ready to stab to death this little soldier who did not know the height of the sky and tried to seize power.

"Poof!"

The sword flashed, and the leader of the pro-soldiers fell to the ground.

The rest of the soldiers hurriedly drew their blades and looked at the bloody man in front of them in horror. I can't understand how this brother can fall to the ground without saying a word.

"Kill the opponent's main general, and get the status, wealth, and woman of Qu Shuai! Those who retreat will be killed! The Bloody Man glared and roared at the surrounding guards.

The crowd was terrified, and no one dared to come forward.

After looking at each other, the guards dispersed in a hurry, and no one even cared about the corpse of Zuo Zhanghachi.

Yan Liang couldn't figure out why He Xian shot their Qu Shuai, but these brainless Yellow Turban thieves didn't chase He Xian, but instead pestered themselves to play with their lives. This doesn't make sense!

Yan Liang, who couldn't figure it out, held back the ghost fire in his belly, urged the White Tiger Divine Sword, and led dozens of elite soldiers to form a small triangular arrow formation, and advanced step by step towards the location of the handsome banner of the Black Mountain Army. He wanted to see who the lieutenant commander of the stupid thieves was, and then cut off his head with a knife and use it for the night!

Hundreds of Black Mountain soldiers, supported by bows and arrows, were defeated and retreated by more than a hundred elite soldiers of the Yuan clan. This is the huge gap between the rabble and the elite.

He Xian didn't expect that the hundreds of rabble in front of him would be able to kill the Yuan clan's hundred horsemen, the effect he wanted was only to drag Yan Liang's footsteps and seduce the black mountain soldiers who were cowering in the big village below the hillside.

Sure enough, the large torches below the hillside, after a short hesitation, finally formed a winding fire dragon and began to march up the mountain.

The sky is faintly bright, and the east gradually reveals the white belly of the fish. A ringing arrow shot into the sky, and after receiving the signal, the Zhongshan army outside the Luoyan Valley finally launched a fierce attack. Zhao Yun, who had been worried all night, shot a bright silver gun, spit left and right, and rushed to the forefront.

When he heard the sound of the arrow, He Xian, who was standing under the banner of the "left" commander and commanding the Montenegrin army, finally showed a smile, and the fierce battle in the middle of the night finally achieved the predetermined results.

At the same time, Yan Liang, who heard the arrow, was in a sad mood. After the half-night battle, he was already tired, and if he was left to work by the Zhongshan army and blocked on this hillside, Yan Liang didn't think that He Xian still had a reason to spare his life. In a blink of mind, Yan Liang grabbed the long knife in his hand. No matter what, beheading the deputy general opposite is already an obsession in Yan's conscience.

Facing Yan Liang, who was getting closer and closer, He Xian also smiled bitterly in his heart. Now it is impossible to escape quietly, and the reason why the hundred or so Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him are still struggling to defend is because they see that their temporary commander is still under the banner of Shuai. As long as he moves, this team will immediately collapse, and when the time comes, this group of defeated soldiers will become his biggest obstacle.

Since you can't escape, you can only fight hard! When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Just when the two of them had made up their minds to fight to the death, the sound of war horses galloping came from the direction of Yuan's camp in the distance.