"Kill, don't let people underestimate our Wagang Army!" Sandwiched between the wind and thunder, Cheng Zhijie's shout was so clear. The words hit everyone's hearts, making many fugitives involuntarily stop.

The enemy army is a group of devils who choose people to devour, and tens of thousands of people have just been crushed by them. General Cheng Zhijie met the opponent's morale at its highest, which was tantamount to asking for his own death.

However, even the "smartest" person like Qi Guoyuan did not dare to laugh at Cheng Zhijie's stupidity. Everyone has already tasted the taste of defeat, and if no one comes forward to block the enemy's offensive at this moment, the collapse will continue. Once the collapse is out of control, the fastest minions can't escape the four-legged warhorse.

It's not any battalion, it's a small half of the Wagang Army that has been wiped out!

The rain was still falling wildly, and the red lightning tore through the black sky, illuminating the red rivers and the earth. But in the hearts of Li Gongyi and others, the feeling of fear was not as strong as before. Everyone watched the figures of Cheng Zhijie and others tear a passage in the heavy rain, and watched them desperately get stuck between their own people and the pursuers, and a chill rushed straight to the top door from between the two.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, since everyone has rebelled, are you still afraid of death? Li Gongyi wiped his face suddenly, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yongqiu camp formation, give me formation!" His voice was a little hoarse, but at this moment, it was full of irrepressible determination.

"Formation, formation!" The shouts of one after another sounded from among the soldiers and horses, and the banners of the Inner Huang Battalion, the Weicheng Battalion, and the Sour Zao Battalion, large and small, were slowly erected in the wind and rain.

"Yongqiu battalion, move to the left flank!" "Inner Yellow Battalion, move closer to the right flank, line up." "Wei Cheng Camp to the back of the Neihuang Battalion, consolidate the position, draw the bow and prepare!" "Kuang Chengying gathers the remnants of the army and reorganizes the rear army!" Xie Yingdeng took advantage of the opportunity that the enemy army was not killed, and issued orders one after another.

The soldiers and horses from Huilong did not hesitate to obey his orders, no one doubted his command qualifications, and the performance of the Wagang army in this battle was enough to win the respect of everyone.

When he was still more than twenty steps away from Xuzi, Cheng Zhijie threw a short axe again. It's not an attack, it's a Teller slash at Xuzi's crotch. The axe swirled quickly in the rain, quickly cutting off the two teams that were close to each other. Just as he was about to slash his target, he was knocked out by a long black knife.

"Hmmmmm In the next moment, Cheng Zhijie's lance poked out of the rain curtain and went straight to Xuzi's soft underbelly. One blow kills, no matter how much respect he had for his opponent before this, he couldn't show mercy to his subordinates.

With no friends on the battlefield, Li Xu quickly twisted his body and struggled to hit the snake-like lance with a black knife. "Bell!" The spear blade created by Jingzuna collided with the black knife, splashing a string of sparks in midair. Immediately after, a huge bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the faces of both friend and foe.

Li Xu put away the knife and pushed it flat. Cheng Zhijie blocked each other vertically, and then twisted his body and swept. The weapons of the two quickly collided several times, and then, Cheng Zhijie's figure rushed in front of Xuzi and rushed towards another elite soldier of Qi County. And Xuzi's black knife quickly slashed at the shoulder of a tile gang warrior who had grazed in front of his eyes, sweeping half of the opponent's arm into the mud.

The rain under his feet quickly thickened, and red blood floated on top of the yellow mud, intersecting and rolling. The cavalry under Cheng Zhijie's command cut diagonally, and this kind of horizontal and vertical tactics effectively cut off the fleeing routs and the pursuing enemy troops, which was very unfavorable to them. Just a few faces, more than forty cavalry were cut down by Li Xu and others, and the remaining dozen or so people followed Cheng Zhijie's mount and ran away from the front of the county soldiers, went around in a small circle in the distance, and cut over again without hesitation, and crossed with the county soldiers.

They had come to their deaths on purpose, but for the first time, this act of sending them to death disrupted the rhythm of the county soldiers' attacks. Fang Yanzao and the others ran away at the moment when the two cavalry with a huge disparity in numbers first made contact, and sank into the depths of the rain curtain. But Li Xu had to adjust the horse's head to meet the impact of Cheng Zhijie head-on.

The two sides made contact again and quickly separated, leaving a red rain in their wake. Four or five of the county soldiers fell, and only two people were left by Cheng Zhijie's side. He didn't know who had picked his helmet off, and his black hair was scattered over his shoulders. Running along the shoulder pads and the ends of his hair, the blood that I don't know if it came from his opponent or his own rolled down with the rain. The iron squirt under his crotch was also red with blood, and his limbs trembled, staggering in the rain. But in the blink of an eye, the poor beast was pulled back by Cheng Zhijie ruthlessly, and the horse's head was facing Xuzi's horse head again.

"Wagang Army, attack!" Cheng Zhijie smiled and shouted, at this moment, he was extremely proud in his heart.

"No!" A neat answer suddenly sounded from the rain curtain like thunder. Wu Heimin, Niu Jinda, Zhang Liang, Shan Xiongxin, Meng Rang, Xiang Zhao, and more than a dozen Wagang heroes came back with hundreds of dead soldiers and protected Cheng Zhijie's horse.

The two sides fought in one place again in the wind and rain, the groans of the wounded, the wails of the dying people, the cries of despair, and the thunder and lightning were intertwined in one place, playing a unique sad song in the troubled times. Xiao Xiao is rainy, the wind is urgent, and in the wind and rain, there are countless proud figures.

Cheng Zhijie was knocked off his mount by Xuzi, but at the moment when his body was stabbed by several long lances, Wu Heimin sacrificed his life to snatch it away. Zhang Liang was surrounded by several county soldiers, embarrassed, and had four or five wounds on his body in a moment. Meng Rang came with several guards and protected Zhang Liang with his body. At the same time, he was stabbed in the shoulder with a horse lance, and half of his body was stained red with blood.

"Kill!" Meng Rang used a horizontal knife that he didn't know where to pick it up, and cut off the mallet with one sword. Then he pulled out the lance that pierced into his shoulder and smashed it at Li Xu. A county soldier rode his horse to Asahiko's side in time and took the fatal blow for him. After he fell, Li Xu dropped his opponent, spun his mount, and went straight to Meng Rang.

"Don't fight alone with Li Zhongjian!" Meng Rang remembered Cheng Zhijie's advice. However, he didn't want to dodge. With a horizontal knife in one hand, he met the rushing Telebiu. After taking a look at his face, the weapon in his hand fell into the mud, and the other half of his body was also stained red with blood.

Without waiting for Xu Zi to make up for another knife, Xiang Zhao did not hesitate to protect Meng Rang. They were not a battalion before, and in fact, the rapidly expanding Wagang Army never coalesced into a solid whole. The Outer Yellow Battalion, the Inner Yellow Battalion, and the Yongqiu Battalion, several leading generals have often argued over uneven distribution of spoils, and have wanted to see each other's jokes many times. But at this moment, almost all of them forgot their original number.

They are all Wagang Army, just like Cheng Zhijie said, no matter how they divide themselves, in the eyes of the officials and soldiers, everyone has the same name.

"Brothers, stop the officers and soldiers!" Wu Heimin rushed up again, and the rain washed his black face as pale as ash. "Wagang, Wagang!" Hundreds of dead soldiers raised their swords and shouted, regardless of life and death. They are the Wagang Army, the world-famous Wagang Army. They can die in battle, but they will not allow anyone to tarnish the prestige of the Wagang army.

Niu Jinda stepped forward and joined forces with Xiang Zhao to block Xuzi, his calmness and old spicy can just complement Xiang Zhao's bravery, and the three of them circled in the rain, going back and forth. Xiang Zhao stabbed Xu Zi in the chest with a long lance, and Xu Zi struck it with a black knife. His strength was far less than that of Xuzi, and his lance was more than three feet off. When he forcibly held back the sour mahjong in his arms and withdrew the horse lance, Li Xu's black knife was already close at hand. "Bell!" At the moment of lightning, Niu Jinda threw his shield and saved Xiang Zhao's life. He himself rushed forward quickly, slashing at Asahiko's shoulder with a swing of his sword. Li Xu had to return the knife and hit Niu Jinda's full force off, and before he could turn around, Xiang Zhao's long lance swept sideways and smashed into his back like a stick.

"Bell!" There was another huge sound of gold and iron, and Xiang Zhao ran away quickly with half of the horse lance. Li Xu twisted his body, and the long knife cut out a black horse in the rain curtain. Niu Jinda raised his knife to meet him, and firmly blocked the slam blow. After another piercing sound of gold and iron, wisps of bright red appeared at the corners of Niu Jinda's mouth and the tiger's mouth at the same time. He swallowed the sweet thing in his throat and eyes back into his stomach at the moment when the horse was circling, and raised his knife to pounce on Li Xu again.

The figures of the three of them were mixed together again, and Niu Jinda danced wildly, desperately with knives. Xiang Zhao danced the two severed lances like two oolongs, not leaving Xuzi's chest and back for half a moment. Xu Zi was invincible with four hands with a single sword, and he was forced to be a little hurried for a while. Niu Jinda saw that it was cheap, and wiped it at Xuzi's horse's neck. Xuzi, who was entangled with Xiang Zhao, had to be distracted to protect the mount, and at this moment, Xiang Zhao laughed, and the broken lance stabbed out like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Xuzi's lower abdomen.

A long lance flew like a poisonous snake in the air, piercing through the rain curtain and stabbing Xiang Zhao off his mount. Luo Shixin arrived with a large number of brothers and rushed into the war group. A moment later, Zhang Jiang, Zhou Xing, and the Qi County brothers who were scattered around chasing and killing the remnants of Wagang also gathered together to form a third new force. Their arrival immediately reversed the stalemate, and the elite of Wagang could not withstand the repeated squeeze of the cavalry, and had to retreat again. "Kill them!" Luo Shixin raised his lance and shouted. However, the strength of the enemy was far beyond his expectations, and after retreating a few steps, the Wagang army gathered again under the command of Shan Xiongxin, and slowly approached the main formation while fighting.

"Woo-woo-woo!" The majestic horn sounded again, and with the sound of the horn, the Wagang army, which had reorganized its ranks, slowly moved forward. Catch the broken brothers and merge them into a large and neat formation.

Under the same battle flag, Cheng Zhijie, who was covered in injuries, Fang Yanzao, who was wearing a cloak, and Xie Yingdeng, Li Gongyi, and Wang Dangren, slowly took the mount.

"Wagang!" Two strong men grabbed the four corners of the battle flag with their horse lances, and stood awe-inspiring in the wind and rain.

Alcoholic's note: Make up the outstanding on Thursday. The drunkard is not celebrating a holiday today, but his mood is really not calm. These days are not Chinese holidays, but alcoholics will never forget these days. Those white-skinned beasts spread rumors, slander, and slander our country in the most despicable means in all the mainstream newspapers, while our media are wishful thinking about the friendship of the West.

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