Zheng Fei snorted coldly: "This Nalan Wentian is a defeated general in your hands and me, if I hadn't been too far away that day, I would have cut off his head with a knife." www.biquge.info If the old general doesn't dare to go, just stay in the city and wait for Zheng's good news! ”

How many catties Zheng Fei has, Guo Yuan and the others know it in their hearts. This person is arrogant and reckless, and if he dies in the first battle, it will only affect the morale of the army, so he is trying his best to dissuade him.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Fei saw that he was given the first credit by Guo Yuan a few days ago, and he was already unhappy in his heart, but now he saw that the other party only came with more than 1,000 people, and the general who challenged was still defeated by the old and weak Guo Yuan's gun, and he immediately underestimated the enemy.

King Zhong thought for a moment and said, "If General Zheng can kill Nalan Wentian, he should be able to boost the morale of our army!" Come, open the city gates and beat the drums for General Zheng! ”

Guo Yuan was about to persuade again, but saw that Zheng Fei had already swept down the city tower with a knife in the sound of drums. His heart sank, and he hurriedly chased after him, shouting at Zheng Fei's back: "General Zheng is slow, I have something to say!" ”

As soon as Zheng Fei heard that it was Guo Yuan's voice, he stopped and turned around.

Guo Yuan said: "The Purple Thunder Dragon Knife in Nalan Wentian's hand is strange, it seems to release thunder and lightning, you must be careful!" ”

Zheng Fei responded a little impatiently, and strode away.

Guo Yuan knew that Zheng Fei had some prejudices against him, and it was likely that he didn't listen to what the other party said, so he sighed and turned around and returned to the city tower.

The drawbridge was slowly lowered, and a group of military horses were killed from the city gate, and they came to the formation fifty paces in front of Nalan Wentian.

The Taiping soldiers on the city wall saw that it was General Zhennan who came out of the city to meet him, and cheered for him excitedly.

I didn't shout, just stared at the city with a gloomy face, and the scene that happened in Tiger Leaping Ridge a few days ago came to my mind. Zheng Fei's sword skills are indeed very exquisite, but the dragon knife in the opponent's hand is very weird, can he be defeated by martial arts alone?

Nalan Wentian looked at the Taiping Army generals in front of him, couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Who are you?" Why don't you let the Desert Flying Eagle come out to fight? ”

Zheng Fei was angry when he heard Guo Yuan's name, he used the phoenix knife weighing more than fifty catties in his hand hard, and shouted in a deep voice: "I am Zheng Fei, the general of the south of this town, and I will go to hell later, but don't forget to report the name of Lao Tzu to the king of Hades!" ”

"I haven't heard of it." Nalan Wentian shook his head, and said after a while: "Then the only way to kill you first is to meet the Desert Flying Eagle." With that, he slapped his horse forward.

Zheng Fei snorted, and danced the phoenix knife to meet him.

The two horses swept a distance of fifty paces at lightning speed, and the moment they staggered, they erupted into a crisp sound of metal clashes.

After the first combination, the two generals turned out to be evenly divided.

Zheng Fei tried out that the other party's skills were not under him, and he couldn't help but put away his contempt in his heart. A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Nalan Wentian's mouth, and a faint purple halo appeared on the purple thunder dragon knife in his hand.

Guo Yuan and I observed this phenomenon at almost the same time, and our hearts chuckled. However, due to the distance, they were helpless at this time.

The two horses approached again, and Zheng Feishi exhibited the most proud "Twin Phoenix Chasing the Moon" in his life, a long knife circled and danced around his waist, and swept the opponent's horse's head with the length of half a handle.

Nalan asked the sky how could he sweep the war horse, and with a pull of the reins with his right hand, he pressed the horse's head down in time, which was able to avoid this sharp knife. However, Zheng Fei's knife momentum did not stop, and after the blade swept against the horse's head, it suddenly circled above his head, sweeping the entire length of the blade towards Nalan Wentian's neck.

The first knife is just a false move, and this knife is the real killer move.

There was no shortage of sword masters in the Taiping army watching the battle, and when they saw this, they couldn't help but burst into applause, and even the loyal king was overjoyed.

I was secretly frightened, for he saw that the dragon sword, which glowed purple, had risen at a faster speed.

"Bell!"

Two heavy knives collided hard in front of Nalan Wentian's left face, bursting out with a string of fierce sparks.

Zheng Fei's hands pressed down, and he was about to press the blade towards the opponent's neck, when a strong electric current came from the knife body, which shocked his arms and paralyzed him instantly, and the phoenix mouth knife almost fell out of his hand.

Zheng Fei was shocked in his heart, and suddenly recalled what the veteran Guo Yuan had warned him before walking to the city tower, and his face showed infinite remorse and surprise.

A burst of purple light swept by, and Zheng Fei's head rolled to the ground with the purple light.

A fountain of blood gushed out from the severed head, splashing the mud around him into a crimson patch.

I looked at the stumbling body from my horse and closed my eyes to look at it again.

There was silence on the city walls, and the shouts that had been raised were vanished with this scene, and there was a deathly silence in the air.

A moment later, a huge cheer was heard from the Qing army, which echoed leisurely above the empty plain.

The 1,000 soldiers who followed Zheng Fei into battle did not wait for the city tower to collect their troops, and they all dragged their swords and guns and retreated towards the city gate.

Nalan asked Tian where he was willing to let go of this great opportunity to seize the city gate, and hurriedly led his subordinates to cover up. At the same time, the rest of the Qing army also fought towards the city wall amid the sound of marching horns.

King Zhong and veteran Guo Yuan shouted in unison: "What are you doing in a daze? Don't hurry up and shoot arrows at the city! ”

The soldiers were awakened by this drink, and hurriedly bent their bows and arrows and shot them at the bottom of the castle tower.

By this time, most of the soldiers who had gone out of the city to meet them had retreated into the city, and only a few unlucky ghosts who had not run fast enough were caught up by Nalan Wentian's fast horse and had their heads cut off.

The soldiers guarding the city gate waited for their own people to enter the city and hurriedly pulled up the drawbridge to block the pursuers out of the moat.

A look of pity flashed across Nalan Wentian's face, and he used his dragon sword to flick the cluster of arrows flying in front of him as he stepped back.

The main force of the Qing army braved the dense rain of arrows, covered a number of rudimentary ladders and rushing carts to the city wall, and launched a fierce city attack and defense battle with the defenders on the city wall.

At this time, the veteran Guo Yuan showed his true qualities as a famous general, and he ordered the guards of the Zhongwang Mansion to escort a few dignitaries into the city first, while he calmly commanded in the center on the city tower, and at the same time shot more than a dozen Qing soldiers with a hard bow in his hand.

Armed with an infantry gun, I picked down the city wall from the Qing soldiers who kept pouring up through the ladders.

When I had killed seven or eight of the enemy, I was pierced in my left arm by a powerful arrow from the city.

Looking fixedly, it was Nalan Wentian who shot himself.

Nalan asked the sky to see that he didn't shoot me, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes, and he hurriedly bent his bow and arrows again.

Immediately afterwards, a dense rain of arrows came from below the city, nailing more than a dozen Taiping soldiers to the city wall.

At the end of the fire, a group of sword and shield soldiers took cover in front of the spearmen, shielding the clusters of arrows fired from below the city with a nearly one-man tall infantry shield.

I drew my sword and slashed the shaft, leaving only a short piece of my arm exposed, and then, holding back the pain, stood behind a long shield and stabbed the enemy soldiers rushing to the wall. (To be continued.) )