In the final charge, he rushed to the front, followed by the generals and guards.

It was as if he had gone back to the days when he was a young soldier, the first to charge, the last to retreat.

Many people expect him to soar and enjoy continuous promotion, but he likes to be the first soldier.

Because he was very young at that time.

He loved the feeling of being younger.

He saw Amuda and the more than three hundred elite light horsemen behind the other party, and he also saw the fanaticism in the other party's eyes, so his eyes were also fanatical.

Including him, there were only more than thirty of them, but there were more than three hundred people on the other side, but he was suddenly very excited, and he had absolute confidence in himself and those behind him.

They are all the same as him, they have gone from a small soldier to today, and the enemies they have killed over the years together are no less than three hundred, they are the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and they are the elite of the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty!

He held the Northern Tang flag aloft, and the rain flowed down the flagpole through his arms and finally to his chest.

The heart is beating, and the whole body is full of blood.

"Kill the big guy who took the lead, drag it back and bake it at night!"

At this moment, he doesn't have the appearance of a majestic general Zhenwei, and he looks like an open-mouthed ruffian.

And sure enough, he was back to the way he was.

When Amu heard this, his face instantly distorted, like a mad bear, and roared.

His double saber was swung, and the rain splashed up, and he splashed it again, and went straight to General Zhenwei.

More than 30 people, and more than 300 people, collided like this.

General Zhenwei's spear was aimed at Amu with great accuracy.

The men behind him also fought into the abrupt light horse.

Today, they are really sharp, showing the most dazzling brilliance.

What Amuta is leading is a real abrupt elite, which is not much better than the elite wolf cavalry who is fighting a life-and-death battle with the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry.

They always thought that only the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, who was fully armoured, was qualified to pay attention to them, but now they knew that their idea was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

This army, which only has more than 30 people, composed of high-ranking generals and General Zhenwei's guards, is a very terrifying elite.

Once they will succeed, this is how their current status came about.

So terrible.

One of the generals made a sharp arc with his spear in his hand, and the throats of the two abrupt light riders were sliced open, and their horses fell to the ground. He almost laughed and said, "I still like to cook and eat." ”

"It's not bad to steam." A guard.

In the face of life and death, they are like ordinary things, and their laughter is particularly hearty, without any tension and sadness.

They turned into countless sharp swords, tore apart the three hundred light horsemen, and in a very short time, they broke the cavalry formation and fell apart.

Although they are not like wolves and tigers, they are full of anger, but with such a difference in numbers, with the strength of more than 30 people, they can divide more than 300 light horsemen, what kind of courage is that?

In the short time of the confrontation, more than 50 people died in the sudden elite light cavalry.

They staggered, and more than fifty fell to the ground.

And the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty stood before Amuta.

General Zhenwei held the banner high with one hand, standing as if it were yesterday.

He held the gun in one hand, and the gun flickered, breaking through the rain curtain and approaching the door of Amuta.

Looking at all these scenes, Amuda felt humiliated and humiliated, and he roared to show his anger and show his momentum, and then slashed down with his two swords, slicing through the autumn wind, and slashing towards the spear from both sides.

"Sonorous!"

Two intricately carved sabers slashed at the barrel of the spear almost simultaneously, and the trills of metal shattered the autumn rain, and in this way it vibrated in all directions, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

I imagined that I was so powerful that I cut off all the heads of my guns did not appear.

His Amu's saber is an abrupt and good knife, and General Zhenwei's spear will definitely be a fine product of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

He Amuta is brave and fierce, and General Zhenwei is also invincible.

The friction between the blade and the barrel of the gun was rapidly intensifying, and a sharp sound was heard, and a huge amount of heat was conducted from the point of contact, and a slight white mist evaporated.

General Zhenwei was castrated, irreversible, Amuda only relied on the blades of two sabers, it was impossible to clamp it, he let out a muffled snort, and had to retreat, his head quickly to the side.

The tip of the spear flickered with cold light, dripping with raindrops, brushing his face and stabbing past.

He dodged in time and skillfully, and there was no mark on his face, but his face turned blue in an instant.

He didn't feel any pain, but he could still feel that the other party's gun had indeed grazed his face, although it was only a very slight trace, and there was no trace on his skin.

Around him, the light cavalry continued to fall under the high-ranking generals and guards that he looked down on, and he himself did not easily cut off the heads of those "Southern Barbarian" commanders as he imagined to return to his life, on the contrary, just one contact, he clearly knew that the opposite side was a powerful and terrifying person, a person worthy of his own jealousy.

He cursed angrily in an abrupt language, and galloped around his crotch to get around the back or side of General Zhenwei.

General Zhenwei's war horse neighed, and it also spun around and ran in a circle.

After missing the blow just now, General Zhenwei shot again.

There was no frustration on his face, on the contrary, he seemed to find it amusing, since he became General Zhenwei, he had rarely been able to have such a good fight, and found an opponent to practice his hands.

The autumn rain continued, and the mud on the ground became more and more messy, splashing on those originally beautiful war horses, and suddenly became dirty.

The banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty still does not fall, and there is not even any decline.

"Khooth!"

"Khooth!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The spear and the saber collided and separated, and collided and separated, and the two figures collided together and staggered past, and the sparks and raindrops mingled, splattered and sputtered, and bloomed the most beautiful and colorful flowers.

An even more beautiful blood-red flower bloomed on Amuda's shoulder, and his brow furrowed tightly, looking painful, painful.

General Zhenwei's gun was withdrawn with blood.

The cold light of the saber swept by, but the tip of the spear gently bypassed.

The two horses staggered by.

The rain and fog covered their figures.