The left and right pincers turned into a three-sided encirclement of the word "Pin", and the slow foot archers were also concentrating on shooting Yang Fu's rear army, and the victory of the Song army was an irreversible situation.

In Zhu Biao's eyes, as long as the troops spreading on his two flanks extend to the back of Yang Fu's army, the prince's army, which is still holding on, should collapse.

Because if the back road is also cut off, then the prince's army will be wiped out today.

Yang Fu doesn't think about his subordinates, he should also think about himself.

Bao Kanglai has fallen into Xinghe, and if he dies here again, the entire Dongcheng County Prince Army will be leaderless.

The war horse climbed the hills, and the low hills on both sides of the official road could not stop the war horses, and the dense trees on the hills were just broken steps, and the slow passage was still passable.

The most important thing is that there are only fifty horsemen behind Zhu Biao. From Fanyu Mountain to the county seat, and then here, there are only five or six hundred qualified war horses collected along the way, and in addition to the horses allocated to scouts, prospecting horses, and heralds, three hundred and fifty horses can be concentrated in Zhu Biao's personal troops, which is already a special preferential treatment for him as the main general.

It took a full quarter of an hour for Zhu Biao to bypass the ridge on the left. The official road built between the mountains and hills has a narrow front, and it has been filled with more than 10,000 generals on both sides. Zhu Biao had no space and path to ride around and detour on the battlefield. If you want to get to a point, you have to move a little bit through the hills.

"Kill me with me—"

Finally came to the place. The front of the battlefield is unsolvable, intersecting the left and right wings, and the progress on the left side is significantly stronger than that on the right. The direction of Zhu Biao's knife is naturally on the left.

The horses take off. The spear flew and pointed at Zhu Biao's beckoning. Fifty pro-horsemen galloped out at the same time.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, it is a sharp knife, with bloody wind and blood, and a blow pierced the most important point of Yang Fu's rear army.

The right-wing, already in jeopardy, is even more dangerous. Zhu Biao was the vanguard, and all the soldiers of the prince's army he encountered, whether they were generals or soldiers, were like remnants of snow that had been splashed with boiling water. In an instant, it was submerged under the rolling iron hooves.

A small force of fifty horsemen rushed to kill with ease, like a vicious wolf that pounced on the flock, and was unstoppable.

Kill people when you see them, and cut them down when you see them. Swords and swords, flesh and blood.

Zhu Biao rode his horse over, and there were corpses all over the three zhang along the way. Gang is in a hurry. The spear is incomparable, and the fine steel armor is like rotten wood, which does not play the slightest role in protection and protection. The guns are the invitations of the king of Hades, which are not something that ordinary soldiers can resist at all. Zhu Biao is invincible, naturally invincible, like entering a no-man's land.

"The enemy will be mad—"

The only cavalry in the prince's army rushed forward. The leader is still a school captain.

"Boom ......" is like two yaks colliding together. The moment the two cavalry met, a deafening roar erupted.

The captain led by the cavalry of the prince's army was cut in two, and together with more than a dozen cavalrymen, he was wiped out by Zhu Biao with one shot. The crystal as brilliant as the crystal that shot out of the steel gun was the 'laser' that cut gold and jade, and the sharp and unparalleled 'laser' passed. Weapons, iron armor, and bodies were all broken into two parts.

"Hmph. Yang Fu! Looking at the man a hundred steps away, Zhu Biao smiled coldly. Rush with me—"Hold the spear in your hand, as fast as thunderbolt, as fast as thunder, with the impact of the war horse under your crotch, where you go, you will leave behind a place of stumps and broken flesh!"

The cold light is sharp, no one can approach, within a radius of three zhang, the light passes, and those who block it are invincible.

"Yang Fu! So far, I haven't dismounted and surrendered! As far as Zhu Biao's eyes could see, Yang Fu had already drawn his sword in his hand, and he was also looking at Zhu Biao with tears in his eyes!

"Death to those who stand in my way!" The sword eyebrows were raised lightly. Zhu Biao's direction remains the same, and it is a spear and a flying horse to take Yang Fu directly. The war horse roared as it sprinted, and the iron-dotted steel spear had already broken through a group of enemy horsemen blocking in front of him. Stumps and severed arms, bloody rain and bloody wind, flew high behind his horse.

"Kill, ......" The fifty horsemen who followed Zhu Biao followed up without hesitation, waving knives and guns one by one, shouting and shouting and following behind Zhu Biao. By this time, not a single one of them had been lost in the formation.

Yang Fu is different from ordinary civilian officials, although he has never experienced war, let alone killed the enemy in battle, and captured the flag. He can be familiar with military books, proficient in the art of war, more courageous and careful, and strong-willed.

Now he is in danger, but he didn't run away like Song Jiang, because he knew that as long as he ran at this time, the whole army would be in chaos. The 10,000 soldiers and horses he brought out of the county town will be wiped out in this mountain range and low hills.

So he can't run. He must always stand under the banner of the generals and continue to give confidence to the officers and men of the whole army. With a move, he commanded hundreds of princely soldiers around him, and laid a dense gun array in the direction that Zhu Biao was rushing from.

The only cavalry team he had at hand had already gone up, but now it seemed that he couldn't stop Zhu Biao's charge at all. Then, there is only infantry to rely on.

Yang Ping is the Dubo of this team, and he is the second person in Zhu Biao's 500-person personal army other than Feng Enjiang. But compared with commanding the troops and arranging defense, he is more familiar with following Zhu Biao and charging on horseback.

It's a familiar feeling.

The horse stepped on the enemy formation and charged ahead, and Yang Ping was in such a fight one after another, and gradually rose from an ordinary horse to the position of the pro-army Dubo.

After the end of the war with Zhongshan last year, Yang Ping took half a year to relax before he once again felt this familiar battle spirit on the snow field outside the east of Hedong. However, after Zhu Biao in Hedong opened his door amazingly, he was inexplicably 'sold' to Kaizhou by the imperial court.

Fortunately, he was one of them. Otherwise, with the current state of Hedong, it will be idle for another year and a half, and Yang Ping is a hundred people who are unwilling to go to such a boring day.

He is cool and sharp on the battlefield, and if he doesn't fight, he will really itch all over his body.

The fifty horsemen were damaged in battle, and the two soldiers on Yang Ping's right hand fell off their horses. In this chaotic war, falling off a horse means death.

But it took two people to fall off the horse. After the price of several injuries, they followed Zhu Biao and successfully broke into the enemy group. But the length of the distance from Zhu Biao is getting bigger and bigger.

Yang Ping didn't have such a good experience as Feng Enjiang, and he could still practice a good martial arts at the age of twenty or thirty. Although he also practiced the internal force method passed down by Zhu Biao, his real strength was the level of a third-rate master. Closely following Zhu Biao into the formation of the prince's army, it was only a moment later that flowers were hung on his right chest and left leg.

"Drink-" With a loud roar, Yang Ping used all his strength to reveal the spear in his hand, pinned a middle- and low-ranking officer of the enemy cavalry in front of him from his horse, and then pulled out his waist knife to protect himself. Quickly slowed down his horse and turned into his own cavalry group behind him. Without him opening the way at the front, the speed of the personal cavalry rush slowed down by three points, and the distance between them and Zhu Biao slowly widened to five or six zhang away.

The array of guns in front of Yang Fu was densely arranged. "What a Zhu Biao, but he has a good martial arts."

"But no matter how strong you are in martial arts, how can you hurt me in the midst of thousands of hosts. It's really brave. Not a general's talent. ”

Looking at the phalanx composed of three or four hundred spearmen and shield soldiers in front of him, Yang Fu was full of confidence, and said sarcastically, "These twenty steps away is your heavenly chasm!" He raised his hand and stroked his long flowing beard, and laughed out loud.

"Even a small array dares to stop me. Yang Fu thief, give me death! Zhu Biao didn't pay attention to the gun array of three or four hundred people in front of him at all. The spear in his hand flew up and down, and the cold light overflowed, and the surrounding seven or eight enemy horsemen and horses were overturned to the ground!

Several stabs in a row killed more than a dozen soldiers of Yang Fujun. Zhu Biao took the opportunity to drive forward immediately. After a round of dancing spears, he slashed two levels again. completely rushed out of the cavalry group of Yang Fu's army.

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