Watching the other party press over step by step, the team on the homeless side made a noise. When your bow and arrow hit the opponent's rattan armor, it will be like scratching your boots, and it will not cause any damage.

Huo Yan's heart was spinning, knowing that if he couldn't let the other party press him like this and not move, his momentum would be completely suppressed by the other party.

Deyang, this is where they will survive in the future.

As soon as he thought of his previous life in the ravine of Wenshan, and then looked at the conditions here in Deyang, Huo Yan's heart became enthusiastic again.

"Brothers," Huo Yan immediately shouted loudly as soon as he thought of this, "Do you still want to go back to Wenshan?"

"No!" there was only a few responses.

Huo Yan didn't care, and continued to say loudly: "Li Zhendong promised us Deyang County. The land here is fertile, far away from the Qiang people, and this is the center of the Shu Plain. Think about our past lives, think about our families in the back. Without sacrifice, there is no gain. Today, as long as we defeat the team in front of us, Deyang is in our pocket. ”

Huo Yan's words immediately aroused a response from many people, and many people in the formation began to make loud noises and even whistle, and the momentum that had just been suppressed was swept away.

"We are good sons and daughters of the army, and we are invincible warriors, for our Deyang, rush!"

After Huo Yan said this, he immediately grabbed the horse's belly and rushed forward. His goal was simple, not the spear-filled phalanx, but the few people behind the phalanx who looked like commanders.

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

Qiao Feng watched the other party rushing towards him with various weapons in his hands, his resolute face like a rock did not change in the slightest, and he shouted loudly: "Stop!"

As his command sounded, the entire phalanx made a "step" sound, and then stood still in unison.

"Spear raised!"

There were forty men in one row and twelve rows in front and there, with a total of four hundred and eighty men. With Qiao Feng's order, I saw that the soldiers in the first and second rows immediately changed their spears from straight to straight to flat forward, and the two rows crossed, leaving no gap in front of them.

"Thorn!"

Seeing that the other party rushed to the attack range of the spear with a hideous gaze, Qiao Feng shouted loudly again, standing in the first row, he was also holding a spear, first leaning back slightly, his legs crossed back and forth, his front legs were slightly bent, and his hind legs were almost ninety degrees. Immediately after that, the waist, legs and abdomen exerted force together, and the whole body turned from leaning backward to protruding forward, and the Zhangba spear in his hand stabbed towards the abdomen of the person in front of him like lightning. Although the man was wearing a leather armor, Qiao Feng believed that if he went down with this spear, this leather armor would definitely be easily pierced by him.

The object of Qiao Feng's assassination was extremely majestic, he held a wooden round shield covered with a layer of iron in one hand, and a short spear about one zhang long in the other. This set of things, along with the armor on his body, is a thing that has been passed down from their family for generations, and it is the treasure that their family depends on for survival. Whenever the war came, he would pick up this set of things and follow the main general to the battlefield to kill the enemy. In his more than 20 years, he didn't know how many times he had fought with others, that is, he went to the battlefield to fight with the Qiang people, and he had been on it at least three times, and his combat experience was not insignificant.

Although he was taken aback by the speed with which the opponent's spear stabbed, his body reacted instinctively after a long fight. Just watch his left arm swing sharply to the right, which is his usual movement, using the shield on his left arm to block the opponent's attacking weapon. If the other person cuts, he will pull it diagonally upward. If the opponent stabs, he will block to the right. In the past, after he made this move, he would have stride forward and then stab the opponent with his right short spear.

But today, the opponent's spear is too long.

"That's a lot of strength!" The round shield on his left arm had already struck the tip of the opponent's spear from the side, deflecting the opponent's spear before the opponent stabbed him. But before he could instinctively make the next movement, a sharp pain came from his left rib, and immediately afterwards he felt a huge cold spearhead thrust through his rib like lightning, and then withdrew like lightning.

He subconsciously looked at the injured part, and saw that a large hole had already appeared there, and his own blood, along with some broken internal organs, continued to flow out of the bloody hole. He opened his mouth wide to say something angrily, but the spear that had been missed before first shrank and then entered, and this time, he did not resist, and he watched as the spear pierced through the leather armor of his abdomen, pierced into his own stomach, and withdrew from his stomach with a puddle of flesh. His seemingly inexhaustible strength seemed to be drained in an instant, and his consciousness began to blur. As soon as his legs went limp, the man fell to the ground. His eyes were blankly open, and his mouth tried to say something, but with this effort, blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and his limbs twitched from time to time. Finally, he tilted his head and reluctantly said goodbye to the world he had lived in for more than twenty years.

Huo Yan didn't look at the battle situation between the two sides behind him, his eyes were fixed on Gongsun Shu. Gongsun Shu under the banner did not move, and a young man on the other side saw him coming, immediately turned over and got on his horse, held a spear in his hand, and rushed towards him.

Huo Yan didn't know that this young man was Gao Ming, he controlled the war horse with one hand, and held his spear tightly with the other, and rushed towards the other party.

There is not the slightest fear. Years of experience have made him instinctively excited at this time, and only when he is excited can he react faster and move faster.

He is a veteran soldier who has knocked out his opponents on the battlefield many times.

Hedge right away, just a little bit of lightning. It's all about guts, reaction speed and timing.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

His eyes narrowed, and he watched the other man's movements intently.

The other man's hand was just about to be raised, and he also raised his right hand holding the spear almost at the same time.

"Kill!" he shouted, leaning forward, stabbing forward with all his strength. At this moment, he noticed that the other party's expression was still so leisurely.

"Smack!" his spear was halfway through when an unpredictable force came from the shaft of his spear. This force was so great that before he could react, the spear in his hand had already been gone, and his right hand and right arm were numb.

He was stunned and passed by the other party, and subconsciously continued to draw his long sword. At this moment, the opponent's gun had already been pumped his back.

With that moment, the man rolled off his horse and fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth at the same time.

Despite the blow and the stumbling of the blow, he still tried to get up and continue the fight. Just as he struggled to his feet, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and the tip of the deadly spear came to him in an instant.

"Are you going to die like this?" Huo Yan suddenly thought of this sentence.