Yang Jingye's spiritual strength is far from catching up with Shang Hong, but his spirit is all derived from martial arts, which makes his spirit extremely tenacious. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although Fang Hong's divine soul was not out of his body, he felt that at this moment, the surroundings suddenly dimmed, and only Yang Jingye and the little Tatar nobleman were left between heaven and earth.

This feeling is very similar to the situation when he killed people on the battlefield yesterday. He locked onto his opponent with his own spirit and slashed out, leaving almost no one to dodge.

It's just that Yang Jingye's kung fu is obviously deeper than him, and he has even crossed a distance of hundreds of steps, this kind of strength makes Fang Hong's heart sway a little. The other party has come to this point just by virtue of his physical body, unlike Fang Hong's divine body, with the help of the natural power of heaven and earth.

"Whoosh. A spear flew out, and the sound of a sharp roar seemed to pierce your eardrums, and the noisy battlefield around it fell silent at this moment.

Everything stood still, and everyone's expressions froze on their faces. Some of the Ming troops defending the city were still struggling to scoop the boiling oil in the pot, and some Tatar soldiers were desperately trying to attack the city, and even on the treetops in the distance, the last trembling falling leaves also stopped in mid-air.

"Poof. The spear, which was obviously shoddy, spanned most of the battlefield and pierced directly through the chest of the little nobleman. The tremendous force was still strong after penetrating the opponent's body, and several Tatar soldiers behind him were also killed.

"Pong. The little nobleman's eyes widened, and he tried to look at his chest, but he only moved slightly, and blood gushed from his chest, and the whole person fell to the ground fiercely, stirring up a cloud of dust.

At the moment when this little nobleman fell to the ground, the entire battlefield seemed to be unsealed again, and it became noisy again. And the Tatar soldiers, centered on this petty nobleman, became confused.

The ordinary people of the Tatars, who were mainly composed of minor nobles, were now dead, and they were immediately left without a master, and they spun around like flies without a head.

"What a terrifying power, almost like a martial saint!" Hundreds of steps apart, able to shoot the enemy with a spear, the power here is even admired by Fang Hong. Although his supernatural powers are powerful, they are also extremely restrictive, just like on this battlefield, he is not much stronger than an ordinary person. Also, the supernatural powers cannot hurt the nobles, and if it is in the territory of Tatar, his supernatural powers will be weakened a lot when they hit the body of this little nobleman.

Confucianism calls people who are complete in knowledge and action, talents and virtues sages, and Yang Jingye is full of energy, will like iron, and his strength is almost incredible, and he is completely worthy of the title of a saint in martial arts.

"Whoosh. Yang Jingye threw the remaining seven spears in his bag in turn, and almost every single blow could kill a Tatar nobleman. Among them, the lowest status is cowardice, and the higher status is Zasak. Among the siege troops in this time, the highest level of nobility should be a few Jinong of Tatars, but these people are too far away to kill them, even Yang Jingye can't kill them.

Eight people were killed in a row, and the entire Tatar army soon became chaotic, and all the nobles, large and small, ordered to retreat. There is a strong existence in this Ming army, specializing in killing nobles, and only if you don't want to die, you dare to stay there.

Eight nobles died, and thousands of Tatar soldiers were leaderless, becoming a factor of instability in the army. These people have no one to command, and they will also interfere with the armies of other nobles, and for a while, even the rain of arrows has thinned out.

"Withdraw, withdraw. "At the very center of the Tatar soldiers was a fair-faced, emaciated young man who was horrified at the death of eight nobles in a row.

This person's name is Arsuborot, it is a Jinong, Jinong is almost the meaning of the prince in the Tatars, this person is the fourth son of Dayan Khan, only twenty-four years old this year, this time he united with the Tatar tribes to attack the Ming Dynasty, I don't know what Dayan Khan thinks, did not appoint his most brave and warlike third son Balsu as the commander, but let everyone take Arsu as the main commander.

Arsu had always been weak and unpopular in the steppes where bravery was admired, and if Dayan Khan were not still alive today, the nobles below would not have listened to his orders.

The Great Jinon gave the order to withdraw his troops, and the herald hurried down, and in a short time the order to retreat sounded among the Tatar troops. Many soldiers who were besieging the city also retreated.

"Withdrawn?" As soon as they saw that the Tatars had retreated, the Ming troops above the city were stunned for a moment, and then they all cheered. The battle was so dangerous that firearms simply could not last for a long battle. In addition, this is not a city with high walls and thick walls, so it is very difficult to defend.

And Zhu Shou was also greatly relieved, he was really worried that this Yingzhou City would not be able to hold it. If the Tatars caught him, they should not have killed him, but his face would definitely be lost, and even if he went back in the future, he would not be able to suppress the ministers of the court.

"Jiang Bin, send someone to Xuanfu again, and ask why the supporting troops haven't come yet?" After the Tatars retreated, Zhu Shou called Jiang Bin over, Xuanfu's army came too slowly, if it weren't for today's danger, he would have to fold here.

Jiang Bin hurriedly responded, and when he was about to leave, he was stopped by Zhu Shou. "What's the matter with your face?

On Jiang Bin's face, there were bruises and purples, and there were some wounds, which looked miserable. Hearing the emperor's question, Jiang Bin's face was a little embarrassed. If it was really an injury on the battlefield, then it would be nice to say it, the key is that he was smashed by tiles, and he didn't know what happened yesterday, the roof of the promenade suddenly collapsed, and he and Zhang Yong were smashed into ashes.

"Grandpa Xie Guo cares, it's no big deal. Jiang Bin said a few vague words, and then quickly said goodbye and left. And Zhu Shou's mind was not here, so he didn't care too much.

"It's strange that the Tatars withdrew so easily. Fang Hong and Yang Jingye stood on top of the city, looking at the Tatar soldiers who were receding like a tide, and felt a little inexplicable.

Only then did they kill eight nobles, and the Tatars could not stand it? As long as the Tatars held on for a little longer, it was entirely possible for them to capture the city of Yingzhou.

Yang Jingye was also a little puzzled, he still had a bag of spears in his hand that was not used. According to his plan, at least fifteen nobles would have to be killed, and the Tatars would not be able to bear the loss. Unexpectedly, things turned out much better than he expected.

However, it is better for the Tatars to retreat than not to retreat, and if they do not retreat to the death, that is the real trouble.

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