Although Zang Long's horse was shot down by Song Qi's crossbow arrows, he did not fall to the ground as everyone imagined, the moment his horse fell to the ground, a harrier rolled over, jumped off the horse's body, and then jumped on the roof next to the street a few times up and down. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info It seems that his light skills are also very good.

Mao Yong's toes lightly touched the ground, and with a sound of rubbing the ground, he flew onto the roof, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly, stabbing straight towards Zang Long.

The gilt boring in Zang Long's hand was raised, and Mao Yong's sword was flicked away, and then slashed at Mao Yong diagonally. Mao Yong jumped away in a flash, and the gilded boring smashed on the roof with the sound of whirring wind, smashing the tiles on the roof into a flurry. Scared the people who were sleeping in the house half to death.

After a few rounds, Zang Long was a little struggling, his kung fu was good at horses, and he was wearing heavy armor, which was not as light as Mao Yong's clothes.

Through the bright moonlight, he saw that Mao Yong was the person who had fought with him in the battle a few days ago, and he knew that this person had made light achievements and had strong martial arts.

He knew that if he fought him wholeheartedly, he might not lose to him, but at this moment he didn't want to fight, he really wanted to leave Mao Yong behind and run to the ironclad barracks half a mile away. Only when he arrives at the ironclad barracks and mobilizes the chain of ironclad troops, then the initiative will return to his own hands.

Zang Long fought and walked. Mao Yong chased closely behind. The two jumped from one rooftop to the other, as if they were walking on the ground. From a distance, it looks like two chimpanzees chasing and fighting on a moonlit rooftop.

"Quick, go and inform the battalions, get ready for battle!" Zang Long jumped and ran on the rooftops as he roared and gave orders to the soldiers in the streets.

"Yes!" As soon as he arrived, several soldiers ran through the alleys to deliver the general's orders to the battalions.

Zang Long saw the city gate on the roof, and even saw that Chen Bing's banner had been planted at the head of the city.

At this moment, his heart was even more anxious.

Immediately afterwards, the alarm of the Iron Horse Pass was raised, and the guards rushed into the streets, and they hurriedly picked up their weapons to resist the iron hooves of the Chen soldiers who were surging into the pass.

Alas! Although the alarm was loud, the other battalions were basically dispatched, and only the Serial Ironclad Army had not moved.

If the ironclad chain horse wears iron armor and drives the streets, then it can still expel the Chen soldiers who flocked into the city. Then he hasn't lost yet.

But the Serial Ironclad didn't move at all.

He couldn't help but shake his head, even if those soldiers ran to the ironclad battalion, just by one sentence, they would not be able to mobilize the ironclad army.

Because the Serial Ironclad Army can only be mobilized by him Zang Long himself or his Tiger Talisman! This is his own rule! He hated himself to death in his heart! What a bird regulation this is! Isn't this a cocoon, self-inflicted!

He reached out and touched the mould into his arms, and the tiger talisman was still there. He glanced around the street quickly, hoping to find someone, and then tossed him the Tiger Talisman. But no one on the street was gone, not even Song Qi and the others.

Alas, it seems that his soldiers were swept away by Song Qi and others like remnant clouds swept by the wind, and I don't know if there was any luck in escaping...

Zang Long was impatient.

He frantically lifted the tiles on the roof with a gilt boring, and the tiles smashed into Mao Yong's front door like darts with eyes under his dial.

Mao Yong quickly swung the sword in his hand, knocking down and flying the flying tiles, and some of them were even smashed into Zang Long himself by him.

Zang Long took advantage of the emptiness of Mao Yong's tiles, made a false move, shrank and jumped off the roof, leaned over and flashed into an alley, he wanted to take advantage of his familiarity with the terrain, get rid of Mao Yong, and successfully reach the ironclad battalion and mobilize the ironclad army.

However, Mao Yong was like his shadow, always following him without abandoning, so that he had no respite.

Zang Long ran wildly while grabbing the road, resting against the wall at every opportunity. The heavy armor on his body gave him a feeling of being overwhelmed. He took off his helmet and threw it at Mao Yong, who was chasing closely. Mao Yong flashed, and the helmet smashed against the wall behind him, making a loud bang.

Zang Long took off the iron armor on his body again, and also threw it at Mao Yong, and then he flew up to the roof again, looked on the roof for a while, and then determined the direction of the iron armor battalion, and ran there at full speed in a straight line.

The iron armor slammed into Mao Yong's chest like a flying carpet. Mao Yong turned over with a harrier and jumped in the air, his toes lightly touched on the flying iron armor, and his body flew up to the roof with a leap.

He searched on the roof for a while, and saw that Zang Long was already running several rooftops away from him, and he hurried to chase after it.

Jumped over a few roofs again, the tall archway of the ironclad camp is already in sight, and the three golden words of "ironclad battalion" inlaid on the archway are dazzling in the moonlight.

He could hear the neighing of countless ironclad warhorses in his ears, the sound he was most familiar with and the most wanted to hear.

It's finally here! Zang Long breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to see hope, the dawn of regaining victory.

He rolled over and jumped off the roof, and with a thud, landed on the ground in front of the torii.

"General Zang, you're late!" A voice chuckled.

Zang Long raised his eyes and saw a large group of people standing behind the archway, and the person at the head was the young enemy general Song Qi, who was riding triumphantly on his horse at the moment, looking at him with disdain.

Zang Long's gaze crossed the heads of the crowd and looked at the gate of the ironclad camp, and he was extremely disappointed to find that the wide vermilion lacquered iron gate had been tied from the outside by several thick iron rods, sealing it to death, cutting an insurmountable gap between his ironclad war horses and him.

It turned out that when Zang Long was still fighting Mao Yong to the death, Song Qi grabbed a few of his soldiers and forced them to lead the way in front. They arrived at the ironclad camp as fast as they could, ahead of Zang Long, and firmly sealed the camp gate with long iron rods.

"Song Qi, you won!" Zang Long looked up to the sky and sighed, spilled a few tears at the gate of the ironclad camp, and then suddenly flew into the air and rushed to the nearest horse, kicked the soldier off the horse with one kick, rode on the horse's back, and slapped the horse's buttocks heavily with a gilt boring, and the horse spread its hooves and galloped madly towards the city gate leading to Do'an Mansion.

Song Qi looked at Zang Long's back and laughed.

At this time, Mao Yong made a beautiful flip from the roof, floated to the ground, toe to the ground, and flew onto the opposite roof, intending to chase Zang Long.

Song Qi was in a good mood and was happy to be generous, he waved his hand to Mao Yong, and said with a big grin: "Forget it, let him go!" (To be continued.) )