The look of surprise in Cheng Qiu's eyes flashed, and there was still an indifferent expression on his face, no matter how powerful a person was, he had two thousand men and horses, and with a wave of his hand, the deputy general immediately led three hundred soldiers to join the battlefield, and rushed straight to the cavalry led by Zhang Zhi.

Cheng Qiu is a high-ranking and powerful person in Liangzhou, and the people who are staring at this position don't know how much, he can stand out from many people and stand tall, there must be inhuman means, otherwise why stand in the political arena of Liangzhou, Zhang Zhi led the cavalry and did not scare Cheng Qiu, if even such a person is afraid, he doesn't have to mix.

The three hundred people led by the deputy general are Cheng Qiu's die-hard supporters, that is, the dead soldiers in the eyes of the world, for Cheng Qiu, these people can sacrifice their lives without hesitation, it is Cheng Qiu who gave them hope in the midst of adversity, gave them food and clothing, and the idea that they have been instilled over the years is also for Cheng Qiu's will, and the people who resisted have long since died.

The passage of time has worn out their concept of life and death, and they survived just for Cheng Qiu, in other words, they are no longer their own.

These dead soldiers may not have superior strength and tacit battle formation, but their loyalty is undoubted, and the offensive posture is completely deadly.

This kind of fighting at the expense of their lives, stubbornly blocked the attack of the cavalry with blood, the offensive was stagnant, often a soldier of the Xiliang Army killed an enemy, but attracted several enemies who were not afraid of death, they were like wooden people who did not know the pain, and they chose to use their bodies to collide with the running war horse, and the death of their companions could not see the slightest surprise in their eyes, as if they were looking at something that had nothing to do with themselves, and the soldiers who were hit by the war horse could not be shocked by any ripples.

Zhang Zhi's offensive team has a total of eighteen people, eight of whom are lone wolf special forces, well-armed and brave, and their equestrian skills are even better, and the cooperation between them is incomparably tacit.

The enemy's lifeless style of play finally stopped the offensive of the cavalry led by Zhang Zhi, and there were more and more wounds on the horse, and the benefits of the war horse were lost. The narrow battlefield made Zhang Zhi's numerical disadvantage not reflected at all.

Fifty-one led the soldiers to block Cheng Yin, and soon handed over hands with Cheng Yin, Cheng Yin was brave, and Fifty-one was not afraid, whether it was the beginning of the horse battle or the subsequent foot battle, the lone wolf soldier was not in vain, the two of them came and went, and they were evenly matched for a while.

People have missed horses, horses have stumbled, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, the slightest carelessness will be suspected of falling, 51 just dodged Cheng Yin's attack, just when the old force just went to the new force was not born, a gun shadow stabbed him, the spear stabbed the shoulder socket of the 51st, Cheng Yin seized the opportunity to take advantage of the knife, the blade passed, the skin opened the flesh, and the blood gushed like a spring.

With the endurance of the fifty-one, he couldn't help but roar, and let out an inhuman cry, which attracted the sideways glances of the surrounding soldiers.

Cheng Yin shouted: "Okay! "There is no shame in the slightest for the sneak attack of the soldiers, and he coincides with Professor Jia Rong's tactics.

However, the soldiers of the Chengqiu Department are not the Xiliang Army, Cheng Yin's approach will only attract the contempt of more soldiers, and on the battlefield, the generals of the two sides are fighting, which is an extremely sacred thing in the eyes of the soldiers.

Holding the war knife high in his right hand, he waved it hard, and the enemy soldier who sneaked up was directly beheaded, and his head fell to the ground with a grunt, and the soldier still maintained a standing posture, and the blood in his body suddenly found a breakthrough, and sprinkled into the sky along his neck, and a blood-colored firework was really staged, and the fifty-first was also splashed with blood all over his face.

At this time, Fifty-One was like a demon from hell, his expression was extremely hideous because of the wounds on his body, and the war knife in his right hand was constantly dripping with blood, exuding a lustful light.

The affected enemy soldiers around couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the fifty-one with eyes full of fear and incredulity, as Cheng Yin's direct soldiers, they can be called the elite soldiers of the entire team, they have experienced the battlefield more than once, they have seen too many deaths in robes, too many enemies have been killed, and they have gradually become numb to killing people in the long run.

The timid soldier kept burrowing into the dense area of the robe, as if only then would he have a sense of security, and the weapon in his hand was more like a burning stick.

In contrast, the morale of the Xiliang army has become even higher, they have seen too many bloody methods, but this kind of militant cells can arouse more in their bodies, especially the Qiang soldiers, who are even yelling to kill the enemy, the Qiang people worship the strongest the most, and only the strong can make them boil.

Fifty-one licked the blood on his lips, regardless of the injuries on his body, he brazenly swung his knife to kill Cheng Yin again, faltering but not losing the fierceness of the offensive, a knife was more like a knife, so that Cheng Yin only had the ability to parry for a while, the master would be suppressed, and the soldiers under Cheng Yin's command became defeated and retreated, losing the edge of their talents.

The battlefield is cruel and ruthless, when the strength of the people is exhausted, the soldiers of the Xiliang Army have long been sleepy after continuous battles, a soldier of the Xiliang Army was stabbed by the enemy's spear, but he tightly held the enemy's weapon, creating opportunities for the robe behind him, the war has entered the white-hot level, and the soldiers on both sides are also red-eyed.

Eating in a pot for a long time, how can there be no feelings for each other, they are all big men, how can there be no anger, no one wants to admit that they are cowards.

The ruthless battlefield has emerged with many singing and crying characters, the soldiers' counterattack before death, the angry roar of the robe, the galloping momentum of the war horses, and the sound of ping-pong with the intersection of weapons, all converged into a unique symphony, resounding in the sky above Wuwei City.

Looking at the tragic situation when the soldiers under his command died, Jia Rong carefully put away his pity, on the battlefield, he can't forget his identity, if the commander of an army is panicked because of the death of a soldier or a general, where should the soldiers under his command go, no matter when, he must do Taishan collapse without changing his face.

At this time, Jia Rong was a banner in the army, pointing out the direction for the soldiers.

Fifty-one died, when he was dying, his counterattack made Cheng Yin hang up, and his leg was scratched with a hideous wound, which was shocking, Cheng Yin really didn't expect that a person fell to the ground, and he could attack again when he ran out of oil and lamps, and the smile on his face when he was dying on the fifty-first made Cheng Yin even more frightened, smiling in the face of death, what kind of soldier was in front of him.

The second watch, ask for the red!