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The scorching killing wildfire ignited from his cold eyes, Feng Enjiang suddenly raised the spear in his right hand high, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced straight ahead, and in an instant, a cold light dazzled out.

"Kill--" The spear was laid flat, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced straight into the face, causing a sharp "whistling" sound.

Drive straight into the battle and break the enemy. Cavalry, this is cavalry.

"Brothers, kill with me—"

"Whew-"

The howls of excitement rang out like a sea of mountains, and suddenly they soared into the sky. Even the sound of clattering horses' hooves was covered. Ride forward, go forward!

The galloping war horses were surging like a tide, and the frenzied horses' hooves ruthlessly trampled on the ground of the official road, and for a time a sharp momentum like an arrow rose in the cavalry. With the contrast between the front and back of the prince's army, like the difference between heaven and earth, a sense of pride and contempt rose in the hearts of the two hundred and fifty newly recruited guards.

And the fifty veteran guards who followed Feng Enjiang had long had god-like reverence for Zhu Biao in their hearts. Don't say that they are defeated with the charge, or they rush into the army of millions, as long as Zhu Biao's soldiers point out, they will move forward bravely.

There is no smoke and dust rolling from the sky and the sun, only the indomitable bravery, the snow-bright spears and sabers are churning and flying in the air, and the endless killing machine erupts and releases at this moment.

How many princeling soldiers rushed out of the sea of fire, generally speaking, even less than two thousand will exceed one thousand and five or six. Combined with the soldiers who did not rush into the mountains on both sides, but kept running backwards, the total number definitely exceeded two thousand.

And what about Feng Enjiang? Three hundred rides only.

In the face of the prince's army, which was seven times his size, Feng Enjiang did not have the slightest fear.

Because at least the two thousand princes' troops are not all confined together. They were scattered in a messy manner along the mile-long official road. The head may have reached Yang Fu's back team, but the tail still hasn't moved far.

"Pikemen, broadswordmen. The column stepped forward, the archers behind, and the sword players placed the guards in the center—"

An officer of the prince's army stood up and roared loudly, but his tone was full of poignancy and sorrow! Iron scales and fine armor, looking at this outfit, this person should be a middle-level officer at the level of military marquis and military commander.

Dozens of gray princes' soldiers gathered around this officer, but most of them only had swords, and only three were armed with spears and spears.

Fires are raging. In the thick smoke, in order to escape from the Jedi as much as possible, how many people will carry these big knives and spears that get in the way? The close-fitting short soldiers will be retained.

As for bows and shields, not to mention again.

Disgusted, the officer shouted again, but in addition to the shadow of the spear and arrow, there were several swordsmen who had already entered the ranks. Instead, he picked up the picker and fled.

In an instant, the team that had just been condensed was crumbling.

"God will kill me!" With a sigh, a very bitter smile appeared on the corner of the officer's mouth, and a pair of eyes that had just been filled with the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe seemed to have lost all his aura in an instant. Became gloomy.

He looked back at the fleeing men for the last time and spat at hard. After a moment of silence, the officer let out the most restful roar like a lone wolf wounded in the head: "Formation, formation!" Fight to the death, fight to the death—"

"Want to fight hard?" Feng Enjiang, who rode a horse, smiled. A little tooth was slightly exposed, snow-white and snow-white. Dark eyes. Two cold gazes went straight to the officer's leader's chest. In his right hand, he holds the clamp and under the ribs, and the sharp tip of the gun is pointed diagonally to the ground.

"Fight to the death—"

"Fight to the death—"

It seems that he was infected by the desperate call of the officer, and it seems that because of his current tragic experience, the person who gave him such an encounter was the Kaizhou Song Army that he looked down on very much. A violent and hysterical force rose in the hearts of the thirty or forty remaining princes' soldiers, and the endless panic and uneasiness all receded, and all that was left was killing.

A look of determination burned from their eyes, and the pride, self-confidence, unyielding and passionate blood that the elite of the Great Zhou once possessed once again spread and stirred in their chests, "Fight to the death--do not retreat-"

"Kill—"

Feng Enjiang roared, and took the lead in breaking into the handful of princely soldiers in front of him, and the murderous machine was directed at the leading officer, and no one could stop him at this moment.

The spear swept diagonally across a semicircle in front of the horse from the bottom up, and the sharp tip of the spear brought up a white light, like lightning piercing the night.

"Ahh

The screams rang out, and before the spears in the hands of the three princeling soldiers could be stabbed out, they were already knocked away by Feng Enjiang's sweeping spears. The sharp tip of the spear castrated unabated, sliding through the three pikemen as fast as lightning.

The splash of blood stained a pair of front hooves of Feng Enjiang's mount, and the princeling soldier in the middle, whose belly was cut diagonally by the tip of the spear, was tragically trampled under the hooves by the war horse before he could cover his stomach with his hands on him, like a piece of rotten meat that fell to the ground.

Feng Enjiang's strength has reached the first-class upper level, and it is extremely easy to deal with a group of pawns.

Driving the horse for a long time, the sharp spear shook out, like a huge flower, cutting a graceful arc in the air.

The icy cold light disappeared into the air with the lives that had been lost.

"Ahh

The leading officer finally slashed out, trying to block the cold rays of the stabbing, and at the same time, the wrong figure under his feet tried his best to retreat in the opposite direction. He was very angry with Feng Enjiang in front of him, but at the same time, he knew that he would never be able to block Feng Enjiang's horsepower.

It's just that Feng Enjiang's shot came too fast, and the tip of the gun was already close in front of him in a flash of cold light. The officer's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gathered all the strength of his body to cut the blade of the gun with that sword.

"Dang-" There was a crisp sound.

The tip of the spear that pierced straight into the chest couldn't help but deflect, but it was only two inches apart, and the shot that should have pierced the heart obliquely into the officer's left chest. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the scales and pierced the back.

"Poof-" Blood splattered.

"Ahh There was once again an endless madness and ruin in his eyes.

Grabbing the barrel of the gun that had sunk into his chest with one hand, the officer roared and slashed at Feng Enjiang again. "Let's die together—"

"Bang-"

Feng Enjiang didn't even look at the iron knife that was chopped, and as soon as his hands competed, the barrel of the spear, which was made of a century-old hardwood rod with a diameter of three inches, bent into a semicircular arc in an instant, and the officer who was hanging on the head of the spear immediately left his feet off the ground, like a stone thrown by a catapult, and flew out with a great force.

"Poof—"

The cold light flashed again, and the sharp blade of the spear pierced into the chest of another prince soldier who surrounded him. The soldier hurried forward, his body seemed to hit an invisible wall of qi, and after a sudden pause, he staggered back as the spear was withdrawn, and then collapsed weakly.

Iron hooves galloped, swords and spears danced wildly, but the three hundred light horsemen alone swept across the scene with an unstoppable might. Like a monstrous wave, it crashed viciously against a castle made of sand. The galloping light cavalry was like a sharp boning knife, easily cutting through the little obstruction of the prince's army. Rip off pieces of fat at their vital points.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was like boiling water, churning.

Blood splashed, screamed miserably, and the men and horses fell in a mess in the shadow of swords and swords. It seems that at this moment, there is no other sound between heaven and earth, and only the sound of tragic killing is the mainstream of circulation.

Since the death of that officer. The organized resistance of the princes' army completely collapsed. Although there were still many soldiers of the princeling army who relied on their personal force to resist desperately on the road after that, the mantis arm could not block the car, and the unorganized resistance was destined to be crushed by the organized light cavalry like a bedbug.

More princeling soldiers were completely deprived of resistance**. They only wanted to survive and fled towards the wolf bèi on the back road.

The defeat was like a mountain. A puff of smoke and a fire shattered the resistance consciousness of this group of former Great Zhou elite soldiers. In the end, it is just an elite soldier in training and drills, and has not experienced the tempering of real war, and it is too inferior compared with the elite of the Northern Han Dynasty and even the northern corner countries.

And the two sides didn't have the same hatred as Hu Han, so they really couldn't escape, so they squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands and surrendered.

Feng Enjiang's troops swept thousands of troops at a very small cost. Regardless of the results of Yang Fu's rear, Qin Yuan's front army alone was a complete victory. Zhu Biao's 'celestial phenomena' value once again played a huge role.

……

Qin Yuan finally rushed out, and the whole person was like a black man. The flag has long been thrown away, and the only thing that can show his identity at this moment is the big knife that he grabbed in his hand. Fortunately, the personal soldiers behind him were not badly damaged, and there were still one hundred and sixty or seventy people available, plus the hundreds of princely soldiers who rushed out with him, Qin Yuan believed that as long as he was given half an hour to rectify, he would be able to smooth out all the chaotic soldiers.

"Woo-"

"Knock knock—"

Inexplicably, the neat sound of war drums and horns in the rear sounded one after another.

Qin Yuan was shocked, it was Song Jun. How did they get behind them?

"Knife Player-Pikeman-Front-"

"Foot archer--prepare-"

At the same time as the sound of trumpets and war drums rang out in an instant, the sound of majestic slogans sounded from the mountains not far away, and the scorching air suddenly became a solemnity.

The sound of weapons colliding and armor rubbing, just escaped, and the remnants of the front of the prince's army, who were sitting paralyzed on the ground and resting, stood up one after another, and looked forward with open eyes.

Six thousand Song troops came slowly under the supervision of Zhu Biao and Zhang He. At the same time, Chen An also supervised 5,000 troops from the west.

After arsoning with the fire, Chen An first led his troops to fight the soldiers of the prince's army who needed to flee to the west, and left hundreds of men and horses to guard the key passes between several mountains, and then immediately led the army to make a detour to rob and kill.

The goal of him and Zhu Biao at the moment is Yang Fu's rear army.

Qin Yuan looked at this qiē with an embarrassed face, he and Yang Fu were only less than three miles away, but now, this three-mile road should be a moat that can never be crossed.

"Damn. Why am I so lazy to take two more steps?" I can't wait to give myself a slap, Qin Yuan just tried to save his energy to 'rest' down the three-mile road, and the debt is about to be repaid so soon. (To be continued.)