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Two hundred steps.

One hundred steps.

The drumming of the oncoming enemy army suddenly intensified, and Song Qian gave an order, and the enemy army, which had been steadily advancing, suddenly accelerated, like a tide, like a mad beast, and pounced wildly.

The banner of the word "Song", with the momentum of domineering and arrogance, flew in front.

"General Zu, your old opponent has arrived, give him a meeting gift." A sneer rose at the corner of Zhang Yuan's mouth, and he slowly raised the long knife in his hand.

The call to attack was issued.

As soon as the long knife was raised, the front army suddenly opened like a wave, cracking a passage, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves shook the sky, and a hundred heavily armored iron horsemen, like a group of tigers out of the cage, roared and killed.

The iron horse rolled, and Zudi rode and danced with a knife, galloping forward.

A hundred heavy cavalry, spears pointing at the sky, pressed down, and the sharp blades formed the sharpest giant spear in heaven and earth, and with the momentum of destroying everything, it crashed towards the oncoming royal army.

The sudden appearance of a hundred heavy cavalry stunned all the enemy troops in an instant.

Song Qian's expression changed, and he never expected that under Zhang Yuan's command, he would be armed with a heavily armored iron horseman.

Obviously, after leaving Bingzhou for more than half a year, whether it was Wang Hui or Song Qian, the judgment of Zhang Yuan's strength was still stuck at the time when they fled from Bingzhou, and the negligence of intelligence made them not expect that Zhang Yuan had armed a heavy armored iron cavalry of 100 people during this period.

"When did this traitor arm a heavy cavalry?"

At the moment when Song Qian was surprised, Zu Di led the iron horseman, like a black giant blade, crashed into the stormtrooper that he couldn't stop.

Iron rode over, screams rose like a tide, and countless severed limbs flew sideways in the blood mist.

These thousands of soldiers, originally Wang Hui's new recruits in Xiaopei, seem to be monstrous, but in fact they are strong on the outside, how can their combat effectiveness be comparable to Zhang Yuan's elite in a hundred battles.

At present, he was hit by Zhang Yuan's heavy horse, and his fragile fighting spirit was shattered in a blink of an eye.

The morale of the army collapsed, and hundreds of soldiers abandoned their armor and fled with their heads in their hands.

Zu Di rode his horse and danced with a knife, led the iron cavalry to drive straight in, killing wildly, and was about to cut Song Qian's army formation into two sections.

Song Qian's face was pale.

Seeing that his army was defeated, and seeing that he was about to lose to Zhang Yuan and Zu Di's men again, Song Qian's chest was full of anger, and he almost exploded his chest.

"Piff, I'm going to kill you!"

Annoyed and angry, Song Qian roared angrily, regardless of the defeat, rode out, and killed Zu Di with rolling anger.

Zu Di, who was in the frenzy, was keenly aware of a fierce murderous aura, and when he looked up, he saw an iron tower-like figure, which was pushing towards Zhengji.

Before the battle, the murderous aura has rolled in first.

It's Song Qian.

When he met his old opponent again, Zu Di had no fear in his heart.

At the beginning of the Yishui War, Zu Di was not very clear about Song Qian's martial arts, but after experiencing that battle, Zu Di already knew Song Qian well, and naturally his confidence doubled.

"Arrogant young man, the old man will accompany you for a few more tricks." Ambitious, Zu Di let out a long howl, danced his knife to kill the rebel army, and went away to meet Song Qian.

Two streamers of light, through the blood mist in the sky, collided with a bang.

There was a deafening metallic roar in the air, deafening, overpowering the shouts of slaughter on the battlefield.

The two rode a move of lightning, and then they passed by the wrong horse.

Zu Di's qi and blood only swayed slightly, and he fell down in a blink of an eye, and when he returned to the horse, he was bumping into Song Qian's shocked expression.

At the beginning of the Yishui battle, Song Qian's first three knives were nirvana, although they failed to kill Zu Di, but they caused great oppression to Zu Di, but now they are fighting again after a few months, and they do their best, but they are so calmly taken by Zu Di.

Zu Di's calm expression and steady breathing all shocked Song Qian deeply.

In the distance, Zhang Yuan, who was sweating for Zu Di, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Zu Di is really old and strong, after more than half a year of training, the martial arts have improved a lot, I don't need to use the system to scan, just look at the momentum of his sword under Song Qian, the force value has reached at least 95." ”

Zhang Yuan secretly praised, rolled his eyes, and shouted: "Song Qian, your martial arts are more and more practiced, go back more and more, just dismount and surrender, I will ask General Zu to spare your life." ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Qian's face turned bare, and he suddenly became extremely hideous, and his anger erupted like a volcano.

Looking at the world of the Han Dynasty, a few people dared to make the bearded man dismount and surrender, Zhang Yuan's contemptuous words were simply the biggest humiliation to Song Qian.

"Zhang thief, I want your dog's head" Stimulated by this unprecedented amount, how could Song Qian swallow his anger and drink like thunder, swinging his horse at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was sneering, his humiliating words, of course, deliberately provoked Song Qian, he knew that Song Qian had an arrogant temperament, and whenever his opponent was disrespectful to him, he was easily provoked by anger and lost control.

"The surname Song dares to hurt my lord." Facing Song Qian who pounced like a tiger and wolf, Zu Di didn't give him a chance, shouted loudly, slapped his horse and volleyed up.

In an instant, Zu Di came obliquely, blocking in front of Song Qian, with the spear in his hand carrying the power of the mountain, swept out, and slashed at Song Qian.

Song Qian had to give up killing Zhang Yuan, let out a low shout, and the big knife also rolled up with blood mist and struck out diagonally.

There was another loud sound of metal, sparks splashed in the blood mist, and the figures of Zu Di and Song Qian shook slightly at the same time.

After receiving Song Qian's second heavy knife, Zu Di's qi and blood swayed slightly, and he took a quick breath, forcibly fell down, and swept out with another knife.

The two warriors whose strength has reached the pinnacle of the world show their strengths, and the two swords dance like the wind, fighting into a group.

When layers of iron curtains shrouded Fang Yuanzhang Xu, the blade passed, and those pawns who accidentally approached were all unlucky to become unjust ghosts under the knife.

Between the thunder and light movies, thirty moves passed, Zu Di shook the majestic wind, the knife style was like waves, layer upon layer, rolling out, and Song Qian became evenly matched.

With the strength of the two of them, if they don't kill five hundred moves, how can they tell the winner.

At this time, Wang Hui, who was pressing the formation, had already sobered up from the initial shock.

Like Song Qian, he didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would even arm a heavy cavalry, and with only this hundred heavy cavalry, he could easily break through Song Qian's front army.

Seeing that Song Qian and Zu Di couldn't fight, Zhang Yuan pressed again, and the front army was in danger of collapsing, Wang Hui finally couldn't sit still.

After a while, Wang Hui hurriedly shouted: "Wang Fei, quickly bring two thousand Chinese troops forward to help you General Song." ”

Wang Fei got the order, and rushed forward with two thousand soldiers and horses, the big shield was in front, and the long knife poked out between the gaps, and in an instant, a strict iron wall was formed.

The momentum of these two thousand people is completely different from Song Qian's three thousand former troops, they are solemn and slaughtering, their faces are expressionless, and they have the momentum of the collapse of the party and the discoloration.

The two thousand soldiers led by Wang Fei were not ordinary soldiers, but the world-famous Yizhou soldiers. (To be continued.) )