"Ahhhh With a strange scream, the ten-word spear swept straight at him, and five or six spears were swung away, followed by more spears stabbing at him. Fishing nets, spears, slave bows, and muskets, the new army has developed a set of tactics that are specially used against opponents with high martial arts.

Although the opposing generals have not learned the martial arts of the Central Plains, in terms of combat effectiveness, they far exceed the so-called first-class masters on the rivers and lakes. The practice is also the number of military kills, and the average Jianghu people basically can't go to Sanhe against him.

However, in the face of this formation of the new army, more than 30 people in one banner firmly crucified him on the battlefield and could not move. The Ghost Punishment Department, which once begged for more than 20 heads, did not cause any effective damage to the enemy in this kind of combat battle, but was scarred on his own body.

Zong Zhixin's war horse had fallen to the ground, and there were not many guards left around him, the Xuanxi Great Armor was damaged in many places, and several wounds were on his body. The Ming army killed these guards one by one in the form of siege and killing, and he became a loner.

The martial arts of this Tsushima fierce general is very good, the ten-character gun in his hand dances like a windmill, impervious to wind and rain, such a dancing spear is too much for physical exertion, especially now that he is getting closer and closer to the limit. But even so, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and still tried his best to dance the gun, and the attacking forces of the Ming army around him were continuous, as long as there was one negligence, he would be injured.

From the battle to now, he has suffered enough injuries, and because of the force, the wound is pulled, and the blood continues to flow outward from the wound. No matter how brave a person is, there is so much blood on his body. The blood flow is fierce, the strength of the hands and feet is getting weaker and weaker, and the eyes are gradually blooming, and it is more and more difficult to rush out. It's not that he didn't think about breaking through, but the Ming army was determined to leave him behind, and even mobilized seventy or eighty people to surround him and kill him. In addition to this flag, there is also a fully organized flag, ready to come and take over at any time.

On the lower abdomen and legs, there were several hook locks, and under the traction of his divine power, the officers and soldiers holding the hook locks were led to crash in front of him, but before he could be killed, some comrades-in-arms stepped forward to answer and took his attack. The ropes were cut off, but the hooks were so deep in the flesh that they bleed when they were forced.

"Is my martial arts coming to an end?" Zong Zhixin, who originally thought that this time was just a conventional battle, gave birth to a feeling of the end of a hero for the first time. After he stayed, he did not have the consciousness of sending the pirate to death, but based on practical considerations, he thought of relying on the courage of his subordinates to resist for a while and then break through.

Judging from the reception of Fang Cai, it is not too difficult to achieve this step, even if you can't win, you can always escape. In fact, if no one stays behind the palace, everyone wants to run, and the officials and soldiers calmly harvest in the back, then they are looking for death.

However, this time his opponent was no longer Taiyong, but one division after another of the New Army, with almost twice as many troops, and there was also a huge gap in combat effectiveness. Almost as soon as they fought, his troops collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Objectively speaking, his command level is one grade higher than Li Zongyun's, but this level of command cannot affect the direction of the war.

There is no room for tricks in a battle formation of this scale, everyone is one punch for another, and the ultimate test is the combat strength of the troops. As soon as the squad under Zong Zhixin came into contact with the squad of the Ming army, it collapsed like hot soup and snow, and it was too late to even clean up the team, and the second team was defeated again. This difference in troops, as well as the gap in strength, even if Zong Zhixin is the reincarnation of Sun Wu, he will not be able to return to the sky.

As the Ming army wrapped up layer by layer, he had gradually exhausted his energy, and suddenly, there was an abnormal pause in the intensive attack, and he also seized this time, poked the spear on the ground, and the person held the gun tightly, gasping for breath.

In front of him, at some point, two young men stood at some point, one of them was dressed in bright yellow, it seemed to be the Qincha? Beside him was a handsome man in his early twenties, dressed in white like snow, and in the midst of the chaos, there was not a single spot of blood on his body. The two didn't know what to do, and after a few glances at him, the handsome young man suddenly drew the sword at his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zong Zhixin's iron door.

"Waren, you are a very good general, I will give you two choices, either lay down your arms and surrender, or we will fight one against one."

Listen to the voice, it's a woman? This Chin Cha is really a bastard, not only taking women into battle, but also asking women to challenge a noble samurai. Zong Zhixin's heart was furious, and it was the honor of a samurai to fight this kind of battle method in the Yuanping era. What qualifications does a woman have to fight alone?

However, I don't have a choice now, since the other party calls for a battle, then I have to fight. Before you die, you should ask for this woman first, and if you have the opportunity, you can ask for that chincha. He took off the iron cover and threw it far away, although his arms were sore, his eyes were dizzy, but as a martial artist, the foundation of many years of martial arts practice was still there, and he could still fight at the moment of life and death.

The ten-character spear was thrown away casually, and the treasure knife called the famous Guanshi Authentic Sect slowly came out of its sheath, even if it was a woman, Zong Zhixin did not have emotions such as carelessness or contempt. As a swordsman at the level of Katori Shinto Stream, he has countless good hands under his sword, even if it is the so-called martial arts master of the Ming Dynasty, or the heroes of the rivers and lakes, he does not know how many. This woman may be the so-called heroine of the Ming Dynasty, but is the heroine herself less killed?

Although according to the rules, before a horse fight, you must report your name, official position, and other titles, and even when you kill the enemy, you must also report who you have taken. But now that he was going to kill a woman, he didn't have to be so troublesome, he only raised the knife high and posed like the Yagami Tai Sword. The woman on the opposite side is in the frame of an immortal guiding the way, looking at the nose and nose and mouth, but the law is also strict.

Since the woman didn't rush to attack, it seemed that she was planning to let herself strike first. The battlefield is not a dojo, rules such as courtesy, do not apply here, and with a loud shout, the Taidao in Zong Zhixin's hand slashed down with an indomitable momentum, and its momentum was like lightning, making it impossible to avoid it. Among the people watching the formation, some people couldn't help but whisper, but immediately, everyone's exclamation turned into exclamation. In front of the formation, a cloud of white light burst open, and the Leng Feishuang man walked with the sword, rolling towards Zong Zhixin like a ball of light.

Everyone was a little dazzled by the light of the two sharp blades, and they couldn't even see each other's movements clearly, only hearing a few simple weapon collisions and a muffled sound, and when they looked at it again, Leng Feishuang's sword had already played a beautiful sword flower and then returned to the sheath, and Zong Zhixin's body had fallen to the ground like a jade pillar piled up with gold.