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Two spears, working together, stabbed out like a thunderbolt.

"Bell-" Two crisp sounds, and the spear bounced off the knife as if it had been electrocuted. However, after this cut, the blade like thunder in the sky couldn't help but pause in the air, but the remaining momentum was missing the unstoppable meaning before.

"When—" Then Duber's arms stretched and retracted, and the spear, which had been like a dead snake, spun in mid-air and hung deftly on the head of the knife again. However, his companion's spear changed direction, and at the moment when the spear head was bounced off, it shook vigorously, and seven or eight bright spear heads shone in front of people's eyes, and one of them was like a long rainbow piercing Qin Yuan's neck.

The three of them did not stagger their horses like fighting generals before the battle, re-set up their posture and fight again, but directly held down the war horses and fought together.

Because time does not allow it, and neither does the place.

Iron hooves churned, horses neighed, sharp blades split the air, and wreaked havoc on the periphery. Even if the two Dubo joined forces, they were still fighting Qin Yuan, guns and knives were exchanged and clanging after more than 20 rounds, even the most basic containment seemed a little difficult.

The snow-white broadsword slashed head-on, and the corresponding Du Bo hurriedly leaned over and bowed his head, which was able to avoid the past. But Qin Yuan turned his hands, and the big knife that had just passed went and returned in an instant, and the cold light was fierce, and the thick-backed big knife swirled and slashed.

"Ahh

Unexpectedly, he fell into danger. At the moment of life and death, Du Bo roared, and the spear in his hand slashed horizontally, using it like an iron rod, and smashed into Qin Yuan's rapid spinning axe.

"Porphyry—"

The swarthy barrel of the gun collided with the dazzling cold light, and I felt a pain in both hands. The spear in Duber's hand flew out of his hand in an instant. Not only that, but even Duber's whole body flew out of the horse with a huge force. Midair. He felt a dazzling white light pass in front of his eyes—

The grizzled man turned over from the ground and got up, and Dubo, who had fallen off the horse, looked at the cluster of red tassels falling under his feet a little stupidly, and involuntarily reached out and touched the eagle helmet above his head, which was empty.

A drop of viscous liquid ticked on his face, and Dubo, who froze, finally came back to his senses, and couldn't help but rejoice that he had a big life this time, and wiped his face when he returned his hand.

The color of blood, the color of the crimson is unmistakably told sù Duber. It was blood dripping on the face. His gaze followed his hand, and the cracked tiger's mouth finally came into his eyes.

Qin Yuan's blow was so powerful!

"Dubo, let's go—"

Duber was kicked by someone in a trance, and he saw that it was one of his subordinates who stood in front of him. Just about to reprimand, the sound of galloping horses' hooves suddenly sounded in his ears, and he was still on the battlefield! Completely awakened, he immediately looked up, and saw that Qin Yuan had already put aside the old man's entanglement and rode his horse to kill.

Suddenly. At the base of the vertebrae, a chill rose and instantly overflowed the whole body.

The heavy knife is close at hand, who can save themselves???

"Whew-"

The wolf who stood in front of Dubo howled, his face full of hideousness, and he turned a blind eye to the big knife that slashed at the ground. With a loud shout, he rubbed his body and jumped on the horse, but he blocked Qin Yuan's way alone, and at the same time slashed out the saber in his hand fiercely, slashing straight at Qin Yuan's neck.

"Poof—"

The cold light swept down, and the sharp blade curled through the neck of the chief. When the first person flew, a cavity of blood spurted out.

"Wow-"

Splashing blood, Duber's head was all over his face. After Dingshen didn't have time to feel sorry for the loss of a loving and righteous subordinate, Du Bo shrank and fled from Qin Yuan's attack range with a roll.

It should be fortunate that the last blow of this chief is that it is because of his swords and sacrifice that Du Bo has time to escape his life.

……

The battlefield three miles away.

Under Zhu Biao, Zhang He and Chen An, one left and one right, clamped towards the back of Yang Fu like a vice. The two armies of 16,700 soldiers and horses filled the small battlefield.

"Woo-woo-"

"Knock knock—"

With the sound of war drums and horns, the Song army, which had absolute superiority, quickly attacked, like a flood across the mountains and hills, and killed on the official road.

Corresponding to Yang Fubu, five thousand elite soldiers lined up neatly, spears pierced the sky, shields like walls, and the iron armor of the Sen Sen, flashing a terrifying coldness in the sun.

However, don't look at their arrays of might, but look at Yang Fu's face. The color was also the same as Sensen's iron armor at this time, iron blue and iron blue. He received a distress message from Qin Yuan, so he hurriedly marched forward, but in the end he failed to meet the remnants of Qin Yuan, and was intercepted here by the Song army, which was twice his size.

The billowing black smoke rising in front of him truthfully told him the choice he should make!

The former army was defeated, half of its strength was lost, and his own estimation of the strength of the Song army was completely wrong. Now that his army has obviously lost the strength to advance into the county town, in this case, retaining the remaining 5,000 troops is Yang Fu's first priority.

If the 5,000 people in the rear army can't be saved, and even Yang Fu can't even keep himself, then Dongcheng County will have a lot of fun.

"Kill......"

In the shout, the two Song armies that rushed to kill were like two turbulent waves, hitting the solid embankment of Yang Fu's rear army.

Although the latter was twice as powerful as the former, the arrows rained down like a torrential rain. However, once the battle formation is formed, it will not end in a moment and a half.

"Dang!"

The war is raging.

Zhu Biao didn't end up in person, it was Chen An and Zhang He.

In the clear sound of gold and iron, the spear of a princeling officer in front of him was broken in two by Chen An's horizontal knife, the thick head of the knife was still castrated, and the cold blade slashed diagonally from the officer's shoulder-

A blood streak went from the officer's left shoulder to his right rib, and the blood splashed, and the whole person was stunned and split into two halves. The wounded half of his body slid across the ground, and his internal organs were splashed and his eyebrows were still fierce.

"Uh-"

A terrible scream came from underground, the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and another unlucky man was trampled under the horse's hooves.

Chen An listened in his ears. But he didn't pay attention to it, and the big knife in his hand didn't slow down for a moment. Still slashing fast.

Splitting, slashing, slashing, sweeping, every blow must roll up a bloody rain, every step must step out of the corpse mountain and sea of blood, the same indomitable, the same pointing directly at Yang Fu.

"Death to those who stand in my way—"

Chen An shouted loudly, his eyes widened angrily, and he sat down and galloped forward dozens of steps, and the heavy broadsword dragged past. At the point of the soldiers, more than a dozen enemy soldiers died in an instant.

The howling cold wind was whispering in his ears, and the cold cold blades stood in Chen An's eyes.

A princeling officer led a small formation in front of him. Dozens of sharp spears converged into a dense forest, pregnant with a strong aura of death, quietly waiting for Chen An's arrival.

He must be stopped, and every soldier in the formation showed a wordless madness on their faces. They are the officials and soldiers of the imperial court, how can they endure the humiliation of being trampled on a horse!?

The battle has been lost. But they are by no means like completely giving up their dignity and letting the Song army, who usually looked down on them, be humiliated.

Even if he is broken to pieces, he will be stopped.

Chen Anke also has the same fighting spirit. In this battle, he has already seen the dawn of complete victory, how can he tolerate Yang Fu retreating?

The face full of murderous aura, his eyes condensed to freezing point at this moment, and his cold and piercing gaze swept over the faces of every soldier of the prince's army in the front. The hideousness on those faces is like seeing nothing.

"Herod—"

At the moment before he was about to step into the gun array, Chen An tightened his left hand and slammed his horse outward. Sitting down, the horseman neighed, and the horse's head turned to the left and the man stood up. The huge force made Chen An on horseback suddenly rise backwards with the war horse standing in mid-air. The big knife held in his right arm was thrown out at this moment-

"Whew-"

Like blood splattering, and like cutting bones, as a dazzling blue blade swept through it, the current small gun forest instantly fell in a row.

Stop the waist and slash seven people.

"Ho-"

The thousands of Song soldiers behind him immediately burst into cheers, and they became more and more courageous at this moment.

will be brave, Chen An's brave expression naturally caused the soldiers to soar.

"Thief general, who dares to fight me-"

The thunder exploded, and the passionate shouts were like cracking gold and stones, and they resounded through half of the battlefield.

In the formation of the prince's army, Yang Fu sat upright on horseback motionless, his back was straight like a knife and axe, and his eyes were deep staring at Zhu Biao in the distance - a white-robed ink horse, standing with a spear in his hand.

Zhu Biao is his opponent at the moment. As for Chen An's call, naturally someone will deal with it.

A prince military captain jumped out of his horse and waved his gun at Chen An, "Rebels are rampant, and watch grandpa take your life!" ”

didn't get any indication from Yang Fu. Because this lieutenant knows that the current situation of ignoring it, if it should not be, the morale of the army can be immediately frustrated, and it will be a big setback.

"Huh-"

With the help of sound, the muddy iron spear stabbed down, and if a black light swept through, the sound of "hissing" echoed in the air, which was enough to prove how fast this shot was.

Although Chen An was conceited that he would win this battle, he did not dare to despise the coming generals, his legs were clamped hard, and the war horse that sat down jumped out as quickly as he could, and the big knife in his hand rolled wildly and slashed, and the cyan knife was like an angry dragon in the clouds, rolling and surging.

"Bell—"

A crisp sound of gold and iron resounded, echoing in half of the battlefield like thunder.

The broadsword slashed straight at the tip of the stabbing gun, and a sharp sound pierced the eardrums, even the soldiers on both sides of the battle couldn't help frowning.

The enemy general felt that there was filial piety in the tiger's mouth, and he felt that the blade was about to be taken off, and he couldn't help but be surprised. At the moment, his hand was tight, his left arm followed the twist and turn, staggering the big knife on the head of the gun, and then the right hand was loosened, and the spear crossed a small semicircle with the stirring, and the tip of the spear stabbed Chen An's neck diagonally again.

The unloading force is very beautiful, but Chen An is not bad at all. As soon as the movement of the enemy's left arm came out, he had already noticed it, and when he turned over the blade, the blade was pulled back, and the blade slashed straight at the opponent's chest.

"When—"

There was another crisp sound, but it was no longer the head of the knife intersecting the head of the gun, but the collision of the barrel of the gun and the barrel of the knife.

Looking at Chen An and the enemy generals who were strangled in the formation, Zhu Biao didn't care.

Because of the fight until now, the Song army, which was caught on the left and the right, was about to completely wrap Yang Fubu. Yang Fu led the troops to retreat, and it was already difficult. "Follow me—" The steel gun was raised. (To be continued.)