A knife cut off the head of a general of the Yuan army dressed as a military candidate, Gongsun Yang's expression has never been more solemn, this is his habit, every time he kills someone, his face will be as solemn as a pilgrimage, he feels that this is respect for the dead, even if the murderer is him.

The knife is a good knife, compared with most generals who pursue weight, the Zixu knife in the hands of Gongsun Yang is relatively light, and the weight of thirty catties is nothing, especially some top generals, the weapons in their hands are at least more than thirty catties, his arm strength is not bad, and the two-stone strong bow can barely be pulled, and Gongsun Yang, who gave him the second brother Guan's Qinglong Yanyue Knife, can actually dance, but dancing does not mean that he can play to the fullest, Gongsun Yang's martial arts routines determine his choice of weapons, The weight of the Zixu knife is not outstanding, but the sharpness of its blade is rarely known, when Gongsun Chan first took Youzhou, the so-called Youzhou martial arts first 'knife door' did not accept Gongsun Zhan's discipline, Gongsun Yang dispatched, personally led fifty horses, holding Zixu knife, the disciple thousands of knife doors to slaughter, and the so-called treasure of the knife door, the Han weapon spectrum ranked tenth' Tianyu knife' was also chopped in two by the Zixu knife in the hands of Gongsun Yang, the reality is so ironic, sometimes a big reputation does not mean that it is strong, the reputation of the knife door is not big, and the tenth place in the weapon spectrum is not prominent, it is not, look at one thing, many people only want to see the result, but they do not see the process, the bumpy process that was covered up by the result, like, many people have seen the strength of Gongsun Zhan, but no one has seen the Yingyang Ruishi who has made great contributions to Gongsun Zhan, and he can't see Gongsun Yang who has lost Qingfeng and can't see Gongsun Yang, in history, how many top generals are hidden in the dust of history, Lu Bu, not the strongest, the huge land of China, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, who can say that his grandson is weak.

Gongsun Yang loves knives, and compares himself to a knife, a war knife in Gongsun Zhan's hand, as long as Gongsun Chan is in need, he is the war knife made of steel that can drink human blood and break through the void.

He was thirteen years old with Gongsun Zhan from a small official to the present, all the way bumpy, he has more scars on his body than ordinary people add in a lifetime, he participated in the battle, so much so that sometimes he forgets the geometry in the end, almost forty years old, has not yet started a family, sometimes even Gongsun Chan is emotional, he once envied Liu Bei about Zhang, but when he saw the Gongsun Yang beside him who had never spoken or asked for luxury, the envy in his heart faded.

Gongsun Yang is such a person, for the heart of gratitude, more than 20 years even if the years have changed, has not changed, the people who followed Gongsun Chan at the same time with him, died, Gao Qian, and only him, or the deputy of a battalion, even if the status of Yingyang Ruishi should not be treated as ordinary, but, compared with the general who commanded thousands of troops, Gongsun Yang's current achievements are not outstanding.

Gongsun Yang is also a person who loves war, and in the era of lack of affection between men and women, the only thing that can make him feel a trace of passion is fighting, leading the eagle to raise the warriors and keep fighting.

Just like what I said before, however, he is destined not to be calm today, general to general, soldier to soldier, across the night, Jin Million's nose shrugged like a wolf dog, and he smelled the breath of the strong.

A dull sound of falling horses, Gongsun Yang suddenly looked back, Yan Shan, he once had high hopes, once thought that they would be the world's strongest army Eagle Yang Ruishi, like a woman, was torn off the coat, unable to resist the invasion of strong men, this picture in Gongsun Yang's mind lingered for a moment, such a familiar picture, how many troops have been so ravaged by Ying Yang Ruishi, maybe he can't count, but he never thought that they would have such a day.

It was a powerful cavalry covered in battle armor and only showing a pair of eyes, even if it was a hundred steps away from Gongsun Yang, the cold breath had already made his pupils shrink, the strong army never said much nonsense, the dog that could bark did not bite, just like the eagle Yang Ruishi, like the wolf riding that was rushing towards Gongsun Yang, it was terrifyingly quiet, except for the sound of the war horse stepping on the ground and the weapon entering the body, there was not even a laugh.

Gongsun Yang is like a great enemy, the eagle Yang Ruishi quickly retreated, the wolf rider led by Jin Million didn't even bother to speak, the hammer in his hand kept ravaging the Eagle Yang Ruishi, and even the ordinary Youzhou cavalry He didn't bother to pay attention to it, his goal was the tall figure holding a long knife and straddled the horse.

Gongsun Yang's eyes are also frozen in Jin Million's body, it is undeniable that there is always an involuntary urge to find out what is going on in Jin Million, the unusually large cheetah as a mount, like a hill in the wind like an electric gallop, this is different from science and common sense, how much will make people pay a little attention.

The cheetah is worthy of being the king of land running, carrying a hill and still running like flying, the cold wind like a knife makes the fat on Jin Million's cheeks shake and shake, and the mung bean-like eyes are almost squeezed by the fat on the cheeks, even so, his heart is still very excited, in addition to his brute strength, another advantage is that he is born with an inexplicable induction, such as now, he senses that there is a breath present, and the aura exuded is strong, except for Tsing Yiwei, he has not seen Lu for many years, just like a prostitute brother, when I saw the woman in the Qinglou, the agitation in my heart was speechless.

The wolf rider and the eagle warrior are like two torrents, bombarding in the dark night, fighting together, ordinary soldiers can't mix at all, just like two adults fighting, how can young children intervene, with the wolf rider staring at the eagle warrior, Yuan Shang did not hesitate to lead the troops to break through, the combat effectiveness of the wolf rider, as the founder, he naturally knew in his heart, compared to the eagle warrior is a little stronger, dare not say that there is an overwhelming victory, but it is still possible to entangle the eagle warrior.

And this gap time is the best time for Yuan Shang to break through, the longer the time passes, the more uneasy the uneasiness in his heart becomes, as if something bad is about to happen, and he can't calm down.

In less than a day, too many things have happened, from early morning to dark, the two armies have fought so many battles, it should be the end of the time, his goal has also been achieved, Gongsun Chan waved his troops back to the camp, Yuan Shao's side has greatly reduced the pressure, and Yuan Shang also successfully burned Gongsun Chan's grain and grass, if nothing else, the retreat will be a foregone conclusion, without grain and grass, the soldiers can't eat, no matter how angry Gongsun Chan is, it will be useless.

Even so, the uneasiness in Yuan Shang's heart still lingered, and just when Yuan Shang was a little absent-minded, not far from the Panhe camp, there was a sound of fighting near Gongsun Zhan's operational command office.

"Lord, reinforcements are coming." Bayun shouted.

After nearly ten hours of fighting, the tough guy was like a bully, his face was full of blood, and the tiredness in his eyes lingered.

When Yuan Shang heard this, he nodded slightly, raised his spear, and said in a deep voice: "Go." ”

"Whoa."

All the soldiers were refreshed, after fighting for so long, they finally ushered in reinforcements to support, and the surviving soldiers were all happy, and the hope of being alive was the driving force that supported their unremitting fighting.