Since the day of the rebellion, Zhang Jin said that he had forgotten how to write the word "afraid", but today, he felt very panicked. He didn't want to face the legendary No. 1 warrior of the Great Sui, not because he was worried that his martial arts were inferior, but out of an unspeakable guilt. If the two sides meet, they may be able to immediately expose each other's original identities. He didn't care about being beaten back to his prototype in front of others, but he didn't want to face this person's pure gaze.

In my memory, that gaze was full of innocence in the world, full of warmth, and full of concern for my kind. These are all things that Zhang Jin said he had left behind a long time ago. The moment he lifted the knife, he burned down the house, destroyed the crops in the field, and drove away his wife, who had been with him for many years. He has cut himself off from the past. Including the two sons were later recognized, not his own biological sons.

And the eyes of the enemy generals are bound to be like sharp arrows, and no matter how strong the armor is, it is difficult to guard against. Zhang Jin said that he suddenly regretted that he should not have coveted the grain and grass of Nangong City and came to take risks, and if he had linked the names of the leaders of the official army and the invincible brave generals in advance, he would definitely consider whether he would continue to advance north. But the scout under his command was a fool, and he only told a group of border troops from Fenyang to enter Boling, but he didn't inquire about the commander of this border army surnamed Li Mingxu!

Now, it's too late to think about anything. He must lead his troops to take the initiative to meet the enemy, and entangle the enemy army with the only 2,000 cavalry under his command. Then order all the foot soldiers to wait for the opportunity to bet on it, and use the numerical advantage of their own side to engage the enemy in a melee with the enemy. If these two steps are successful, everyone will have a chance to get out today. If the other party is allowed to shoot down all the time, the brothers under his command will not be able to hold half a pillar of incense in time and face collapse.

Zhang Jincheng led his personal guards and quickly fought out of the formation. The two righteous sons, Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao, each led more than 100 brothers to protect his left and right wings. The three teams of cavalry formed a "pin" shape, and quickly pounced on the nearest group of enemy cavalry. But the other party refused to stand up to meet the battle, but quickly relaxed the bowstring that was already full, and the wind was like a long way. Then, while tearing the distance between each other, he kept turning back and casting cold arrows.

In this way, the peasant army suffered a lot. Although they were also riding on war horses, the other party was retreating and shooting back, and from a distance, Zhang Jin said that the father and son seemed to deliberately get to the tip of each other's arrows. "Speed, speed, don't fight back!" Zhang Jin roared angrily, forbidding his brothers to delay any longer, "Stick it up, stick it up and exchange their lives for their lives!" He felt smoke in his throat and fire in his eyes.

Shooting at each other in Mercedes-Benz, Zhang Jin said that he would never do this kind of loss-making business. The bows in the hands of the brothers under his command were far less sophisticated than those of the officers and soldiers, and the horses under their crotches were mostly used for pulling carts, and their speed and endurance were not comparable to those of the officers and soldiers. The only thing he could rely on was a weakness of his brother, the thin leather armor on his body. Because of his thinness, cold arrows from the other side could easily cause great damage among his brothers. But at the same time, because of the thinness, the weight of the crotch is small, and the lack of physique can be offset in a short distance.

There are constantly people who fall off their horses in gallops and are trampled into meat by their own people. The screams came and went, mixed with the "pop" sound of feathered arrows shooting into the flesh, and the mournful screams of the ownerless war horse. Zhang Jin said that he could not look back, so he could only lower his body and squeeze the mount's physical strength to the maximum. "Accelerate, accelerate. Stay in formation! He heard his own voice as if he was wailing, and at the same time he heard his brother Zhang Jinli, who remained in the formation, blowing the horn of an all-out attack.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" The sound of the horn is high-pitched and undulating, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring. This means that the sacrifices of the cavalry have not been in vain, and the rhythm of the attack of the officers and soldiers has been disrupted! Mounted archers can no longer attack in the same way as they used to! "Knock knock knock...... Knock knock! Along with the sound of the horn, there were also war drums, and the hammers that fell in the pool of blood were picked up by the other minions, and they beat desperately to strengthen their own prestige.

The minions, recovering from the sudden blow, stepped to the sound of drums and quickly followed behind the smoke and dust raised by their horses. Their circular hedgehog array suddenly poked out a tip from the center, and then the bulge quickly elongated and thickened, like a poisonous snake waking up from hibernation, slowly reaching out and curling into a clump of body. The tongue was spitting out, pointing to a group of officers and soldiers. And the prey was still retreating rapidly, never intending to fight.

Zhang Jin said that he knew that he had already advanced too much, and the cunning enemy army obviously used the tactic of luring the enemy into the depths. He was very surprised that the enemy's tactics had been adjusted so smoothly, from the time he led the troops to attack until now, the war horse had only run more than two hundred steps, while the other party had predicted it in advance, and the entire army formation had been concave and deep grooved from the center.

The trench was facing Zhang Jincheng's horse's head, so he and his brothers could not find anyone to fight for. And the two wings where Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao were already fighting with the enemy, they were caught by the enemy troops gathered from both sides, and they either turned their heads and fled, or they attacked more with fewer blows.

"Accelerate, keep accelerating, leave the wings alone!" Zhang Jincheng raised his horizontal knife and shouted angrily. The other party obviously had the idea of outflanking the two wings, and he just happened to have a plan. The enemy formation had become hooked, and there were many cavalry returning from a distance, constantly reinforcing the thickness of the ranks. Zhang Jin said that he planned to smash down from the big bend of the "hook" and completely smash the opponent's formation.

A row of feathered arrows flew head-on, not many in number, but accurate and very accurate. One of them was knocked away by Zhang Jincheng with a horizontal knife, and two of them grazed his shoulders. Screams immediately rang out behind him and from his sides, some fell off their horses, others were seriously injured. In order to avoid being trampled by his own people, the injured man endured the pain, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and continued to run forward, blood dripping all over the road. Before Zhang Jin said that he could see his losses clearly, there was another row of feather arrows, denser and more urgent. The guards beside him fell, followed by the heralds. Zhang Jincheng used the tip of his knife to pick up the horn from the opponent's empty saddle, threw it to his left hand, raised it to his cheek, and blew it vigorously.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" This is a clarion call. The opponent had already shot two rounds, and Zhang Jin said that he would never give the enemy a third chance to open the bow. The minions on horseback took out their horizontal knives when they heard the order, shook off their arms, raised their arms, and the swords were as bright as sickles....

"Boom!" After paying hundreds of lives, the thieves finally collided with the official army. The sound is like a storm crashing on the shore. With the shouting of the horses, the blood splashed several feet high, and a bright red peony bloomed in the air, and then fell colorfully. It is the flower of life, and each petal represents an unwilling soul. Life is also gorgeous, and death is also splendid.

Everyone's movements slowed down instantly in front of Zhang Jincheng's eyes, and he saw the white blade cut through the armor, cut into the flesh, and cut off the bones. Seeing his own people and enemies falling off their horses alternately, all eyes were cut off by flying flesh, and only a dazzling red was left in front of him.

Zhang Jin said that he was sure that his team had hit the weakest point of the enemy formation, and had completed the set goal of entanglement the opponent's cavalry as he wished. But he soon found out that the price he had paid was several times higher than he had expected! His two wings had been cut off by the enemy in unison, and his sons Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao were in a bitter battle, and they could no longer care for each other with the Chinese army. The foot soldiers who followed the cavalry and rushed forward were cut into several sections by the enemy cavalry who suddenly made a detour to the past, and each section was more numerous than the opponent, but almost every section was pressed and beaten by the enemy.

At this juncture in the battle, Zhang Jin said that he could no longer make any tactical adjustments, and he could only fight one step at a time. The guards around him successively exchanged hands with the officers and soldiers, and they suffered damage to each other. An enemy soldier dressed in brigade uniform cut through the crowd and pounced on him, Zhang Jincheng swung his sword to meet him, and the two men circled their horses and kicked each other with their front hooves. The sword flashed, and the brigade leader swept towards Zhang Jincheng's chest; Zhang Jin said that he quickly raised his head on horseback and gave way to the opponent's blade against the tip of his nose. His eyelids felt Sensen's coolness, and countless small bumps appeared on his forehead. Without waiting for the other party to use the trick, Zhang Jincheng shouted, his body spun sideways on the horse's back, and a kick hit the enemy's soft underbelly.

He heard the sound of his ribs cracking, then sat up straight and led his horse to his opponent who was rolling and struggling on the ground. Several officers and soldiers scrambled to kill him, forcing his horse. In the next moment, Zhang Jincheng's personal soldiers also pounced on the officers and soldiers. The two sides drew knives and slashed each other, giving more lives to save one person.

The brigade leader struggled to his feet, stumbling a few steps forward between the legs of the numerous horses. Then, by his senses of hearing, he judged that one of the mounts beside him was superior to an enemy soldier, pounced on it, hugged the man's thigh, and pulled it down with all his might. The minion on horseback had to return to save himself and slash at the man's back. One, two, three, the wounded brigade let out a wolf-like howl, and blood was dripping all over his body, but he forcibly ripped the minions off the saddle. The two hugged each other, rolled on the ground, fought, screamed and screamed, and then suddenly separated, rolled in a pool of blood, moved away, and stopped struggling one after another.

"I want your lives!" Zhang Jincheng saw that his eyes were red, and he frantically rushed towards the enemy. After so many years of fighting, he has never seen such a brave officer and army. In his memory, close combat was the most fearful of officers and soldiers, and every time the minions pressed up, the other party would rather retreat temporarily than exchange his life. And this time, the enemy is more ruthless and evil than these minions under his command who have eaten two-legged sheep, and they are not afraid of death. It would take almost two or three of his men to get one of them, and if he couldn't kill the enemy, the wounded guy would pull a minion on the back with the last breath of strength.

"Thief, take your life!" A very handsome-looking young officer raised his spear to meet Zhang Jincheng. The blade is like a poisonous snake, and the move cannot be separated from his vital point. Zhang Jin said that he was embarrassed to block the left and the right. His guards sacrificed their lives to protect each other, trying to bully the few. The other party's own soldiers also moved closer here, and they became a big pimple with Zhang Jincheng's guards.

Outside the war group, horses were crisscrossed, and countless souls were returned to dust.

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