"General, the enemy is coming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Meng Hao looked back, the enemy cavalry was surrounded, menacing, he did not hesitate, directly ordered to retreat, his goal had been achieved, burn the opponent's grain and grass, and fight and retreat.

"Retreat."

"Yes." The soldiers retreated one after another, having heard this order more than once, and without the slightest hesitation, they followed Meng Hao to evacuate quickly, without nostalgia.

When the enemy cavalry saw this, they were immediately furious, and they wanted to leave after burning our army's grain and grass, how could there be such a simple thing in the world, the two generals raised their hands and ordered to move forward quickly, and they must kill this group of cavalry.

Between the advance and retreat of the cavalry, Meng Hao found that the enemy had come up, and there was a distance from the enemy soldiers, and a thought came to his heart, fighting.

The city wall is very dangerous, he can't continue to retreat, if he can destroy these soldiers, the pressure on the city wall will be reduced a lot, the enemy has 3,000 cavalry, and he is currently less than 1,000 left.

There is a huge difference between the enemy and me, he came to a flat land suitable for cavalry combat, waved his hand, the cavalry turned around, face to face, looking at the Tang cavalry that was coming, Meng Hao shouted loudly.

"Brothers, it's time for us to behave, our Liang cavalry is not vegetarian, let them know how powerful we are."

"Yes, General." The momentum of the cavalry has increased, and the battles of these days have improved their spirit, they are the Liang cavalry, an invincible divine soldier.

"Rush."

The horses moved, the cavalry waved their weapons and rushed forward, and the enemy generals, seeing this, quickly gave the order and launched a charge.

The cavalry fought, facing each other head-on, weapons clashed, bright red bloomed under the armor, and the limbs under the horses were windy, rolling red dust, covering half of their bodies, and the pair of murderous eyes under the helmet.

Thou shalt not be repulsed, thou shalt not be afraid.

There is only battle, only victory, Meng Hao's spear swept through the weapons of the enemy generals, and under the attack of the two generals, he was fearless, trying his best to use his advantages and attack the enemy's shortcomings.

"Bang bang."

The weapons collided, each other retreated, Meng Hao drove the horses to rush over, the enemy cavalry fell a lot, and his men, also died a lot, he did not grieve, did not fear.

Fighting, is the only thing.

"Kill."

The second charge, the horses' hooves clanged, the weapons were bright, and the bright red blood floated again, filling the air.

His horses, rushing into the crowd, wielding spears, taking away a few lives, met the enemy generals again, one hit two, Meng Hao's blood boiled, and roared: "You can't defeat me, I can't win." ”

The spear is plucked, and the stab is like a spear flower, blooming one by one, gorgeous and dazzling.

The Tang general's means are not bad, one is holding a spear, the other is holding a machete, three feet long, shaved his eyebrows, he bent down, the other party's spear stabbed, half of the horse, pulling the reins.

Turned around smoothly, rolled up, interspersed, and stabbed the general with the long knife, Meng Hao did not show a smile, but lightly pulled out the spear and completed a charge.

"Bang bang."

In the end, the general vomited blood, and was dying, and the Datang general watched his brother fall, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't be saved.

He looked at the soldiers behind him, charged twice, and lost a lot on his side, only half of the soldiers remained, less than fifteen hundred, and more importantly, he lost an important general.

He was furious and stared at Meng Hao, this person was very strong and worthy of respect.

"You're strong."

"You're not bad either." Meng Hao stared into his eyes, Datang is really Datang, his combat effectiveness is so strong, he only has half of the personnel left, it's worth it.

There are also fifteen hundred cavalrymen, if he wants to kill them all, he has to pay more price, looking back at his subordinates, panting, and his eyes are full of murderous intent.

"Brethren, avenge our brethren."

"Rush."

"Rush."

The momentum is huge, and the charge is not stopped.

As long as there is a breath left, they will not retreat, and this is their cavalry way.

"Rush."

"Kill."

The twin peaks meet, the scene is chaotic, the cavalry is crazy and slashing, one is not enough, pull the second one, even if he is about to die, he has to pull the next pad.

One for a few, with the determination to die to complete a charge, dividing the strength of the other party, the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty was afraid, and there was no initial madness in their eyes.

They found that they had fewer and fewer people, and their brothers were either dead or seriously wounded and waiting to die, charging again and again, they looked at the personnel who were similar to each other, and the general was even more miserable, and blood flowed.

The same is true of Meng Hao on the other side, but the blood is not his, but someone else's.

He looked at the Tang general, and there was a killing intent in his heart, as long as he killed this person, the enemy cavalry would definitely collapse.

The generals of the Tang Dynasty thought the same, killed him, the battle was over, they were victorious, and the attack on Daliang was already half successful.

"Kill."

"Kill."

The two of them waved their spears at the same time, stepped forward to assassinate, one shot after another, the spear shot out like a dragon, the phantom was heavy, there was no stop, the battle was fierce, and blood splattered.

Meng Hao took a reversible pistol, chopped away his weapon, and then with a kick, he fell to the ground, Meng Hao did not give the enemy general any chance, a shot passed through his chest, and pulled out.

"Poof."

"General."

"General."

The moment the Tang cavalry found out, Meng Hao had already killed him, pulled out his spear, stared at the cavalry, and began a massacre, the enemy cavalry collapsed, failed, and there were less than a hundred cavalry left, fleeing back into the camp.

Meng Hao exhaled, it was finally a victory, it was not easy, many of his men died, and there were more than three hundred cavalry left, and his heart was dead, there were only so few people.

The cavalrymen saw the grief in the general's heart, and they were also sad, and the brothers who were together were lying on the ground, and they could not continue to grieve, and looked at the side of the city wall.

The enemy began to retreat, and seemed to know that he could not capture this city wall that was as stable as Mount Tai, Chen Yifan on the city wall finally waited for this moment, waved his hand, and Ma Long and the others nodded excitedly.

Coming to the source of the city gate and opening the city gate, Chen Yifan rushed out with the soldiers, vigorous and vigorous, leaving Ma Long to guard the city wall, so as not to happen.

Li Dabang and Long Genshuo followed behind, even Mu Qing followed him, rushed out, entered the local soldiers, waved the beheading knife, and killed anyone he saw, the target was the neck.

Chen Yifan, who cut off an unknown number of heads, has no one to compare with his familiarity with his neck, and when he sees it, he doesn't think about it, he knows where to start, and the local soldiers have no ability to resist and are killed.

A few in a row, Mu Qing and Li Dabang and others are the same, killing local soldiers, defending the city is really too aggrieved, can only be beaten passively, and now they can finally behave well.

"Kill."

Rong Guogong stared at Chen Yifan, waved his hands, and rushed over on horseback, and the soldiers around him began to move, forming a very complicated formation.

"Formation?"

Chen Yifan raised his hand, and the soldiers behind him quieted down, waiting for Chen Yifan's next order, he stared at the soldiers moving in front of him, and suddenly rushed up, and the soldiers behind him followed him.

The charging soldiers went towards a cut-off and hunted the soldiers in that place, Rong Guogong was shocked when he saw this, and immediately changed his formation, it was too late, he had to go out in person.

The enemy was able to see through his formation, and found the weakness in a moment, and sure enough, as she said, this person should not be underestimated.

"Boy, die for the old man."

Rong Guogong rushed to Chen Yifan, the weapon was a spear, six feet three long (one foot 33cm), the spear attacked, like a poisonous snake out, tricky and ruthless, specifically looking for weaknesses to attack.

A spear was inserted, stabbed, and provoked, looking for Chen Yifan's weakness to attack, and every time he almost took his life, Chen Yifan didn't dare to be careless, Rong Guogong's strength was worthy of being first-class.

The strength is stronger than him, but he is not afraid, he is also first-class, combat is the best way to break through, the decapitator is crazy to play, slash violently, and there is no need to care about skills at all.

A tricky, ruthless.

A violent, aggressive.

Attack each other, fight together, rigid and soft, collide with each other, see who is more rigid and soft, is it to overcome rigidity with softness, or stronger than soft.

The battle lasted for a long time, and neither of the two of them got any benefits, Chen Yifan slashed with a beheading knife in his hand, and a spear had already passed through his chest, he subconsciously dodged it, but it was still too late, and a wound was cut.

The beheading knife missed, and a smile appeared on Rong Guogong's old face, even if he was old, he was still the Rong Guogong in the big year, and he couldn't be underestimated.

"Boy, the old man retreated today, next time, you won't be so lucky."

Rong Guogong saw that things could not be done, and he was no longer able to attack the Liang, this person was amazingly calculating, and began to arrange cavalry to squat outside, making them think that all the enemy was defending the city, and at a critical time, he gave them a blow to assassinate, killed two generals, and destroyed grain and grass.

Moreover, the soldiers suffered serious casualties, could not continue the strong attack, and their morale was low, at such times, retreat was the best way.

"Retreat."

Decisively ordered, without hesitation, Rong Guogong withdrew his horse and left, Chen Yifan followed, if he wanted to go, it was not so easy, without leaving a souvenir, you don't know the horror of my beam.

rushed up and fought, Rong Guogong fought and retreated, the soldiers were not so lucky, they were killed a lot, Mu Qing was covered in blood, and he was still fighting, and after meeting with Meng Hao, they chased and killed the soldiers in front.

There are more and more Datang soldiers who have fallen, they are getting happier and happier, they can finally fight back, and finally let Datang know that their Daliang pot is not as good as Datang, but it is not a persimmon that they can handle casually.

Halfway through the battle, entering the final end, Chen Yifan looked at the Datang soldiers who had gradually walked to the bottom of the mountain, had an ominous premonition, raised his hand, and gave the order to suspend the advance.

It's a pity that it's too late, countless bows and arrows flew down from above, and the soldiers fell down one after another, and the corpses were piled up like a mountain, and the blood flowed like a river.

Chen Yifan hurriedly retreated, staring at Rong Guogong above, he smiled, poor Kou Mo chased, didn't he know this truth?