Seeing that the scouts of the Murong family appeared from the opposite mountain forest with full vigilance, the whistles of warning before and after echoed each other, and the forward battalion of Murong disciples' disciples poured out of the forest with neat steps.

Zhang Yan's palms were covered with sweat.

Yang Hu said a few words to her on the road: "The key to victory or defeat is in your hands." According to the attack method I handed over to you, give full play to the effect of the three hundred repeating crossbows, and cover it with a rain of arrows!"

Murong Yu, Bai Ying and others stayed in Lincheng.

The women's army was led by Zhang Yan.

Yang Hu said those words to her, and Zhang Yan was naturally the most nervous at the first sight of the enemy.

Constantly recalling in her mind, Yang Hu handed her the familiar attack method, long-range forty-five degree projectile, medium-range thirty-degree projectile, melee bow and flat shot.

It's not just Zhang Yan who is nervous.

Kong Wu, Qing Kui and others, who were standing at the forefront of the ranks with their soldiers, were also nervous, with excitement and fear on their faces.

The task that Yang Hu told them was to hold the front, and they couldn't retreat even if they died, just listen to orders. So they're excited to take on this responsibility, but they're afraid of who will attack?

Approaching the city, the Luoman City is just such a soldier, does the city lord really want to rely on the three hundred repeating crossbows of the women's army to win?

What are the chances of winning?

Every soldier standing in the front of the line, his body trembled slightly.

The soldiers on the left and right wings were equally uneasy in their hearts.

Now they have seen the military formation of the Murong family on the opposite side quickly stretching out on the edge of the forest, although the two armies are about the same in number, but look at the enemy on the opposite side......

The flags are like clouds, the glorious banner of the Murong family, and the red flag Phnom Penh is waving in the wind in the coming wind and rain.

Murong Yunhua was fifty-two years old, at the age of old and strong, with a solemn square face full of red light, not angry and arrogant, wearing a black unicorn battle armor and riding on a majestic and handsome horse, he looked more and more tall and burly.

Half a horse behind him was a white-clothed strategist, smiling at the formation of the soldiers in the city, and shaking the feather fan in his hand.

Beside the two of them were five tall and burly generals with majestic faces and wearing armor of a hundred battles.

Murong Yunhua rode slowly under his crotch, leading the more than 3,000 Murong disciples who poured out of the forest behind him into the battlefield.

The two armies faced each other and set themselves in formation.

The earth-shattering war drums sounded almost at the same time.

This is a signal that the two sides are about to send generals to face off in front of the formation!

Looking at Yang Hu from a distance and leading the Lincheng soldiers to guard in front, Murong Yunhua's majestic red face showed a little hideous: "COSCO, go! Let them see how powerful the Murong family is, how can he be compared to a Yang family waste." This time, I'm going to leave the chicken dog in the city. ”

Murong Zhongyuan echoed loudly.

Raising the shield sword in his hand, he rode his horse and rushed towards the opponent.

The soldiers in the city are on the side

Only the city lord Yang Hu stood alone in front of the formation, listening to the earth-shattering war drums, and seeing the opponent's generals appear, Yang Hu twisted his neck and turned over and got off the horse!

Remove the shield and sword from the horse.

Stride forward to meet it.

The burly back of his burly back walking slowly in the tiger roar armor fell in the eyes of the soldiers in the city, and the soldiers couldn't help but breathe.

Wearing the armor of the Wild Bull Hundred Households, the big Liu Dazi was beating on his old face.

Even he couldn't see through Yang Hu's move.

The blind man standing beside him asked in a deep voice, "Lord Liu, ...... city lord?"

Liu shook his head: "Wait, wait for the order of the city lord." ”

......

Murong Zhongyuan, who was riding into the arena on horseback, stopped more than thirty meters away, looked at Yang Hu's vaguely familiar face, frowned, and shouted, "Who is here?"

Yang Hu, who raised his shield and raised his sword, cracked his mouth and smiled: "Lincheng City Lord Yang Hu!"

Murong Zhongyuan on horseback was slightly stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Yang Jiaxuan, you are so brave that you dare to send you to death alone." Then why don't you give Lincheng away? ”

A gust of mountain wind blew, Yang Hu looked up at the approaching storm, and shouted fiercely with a hideous look on his face: "Are you here to chat?"

The sudden anger on Yang Hu's body startled Murong Zhongyuan's war horse under his crotch with a mournful roar and staggered back.

Murong Zhongyuan pressed the horse's head and jumped down.

Kicking the panicked war horse over, he slowly raised the shield and war knife in his hand and smiled fiercely: "Come, let me see what you are capable of?"

Yang Hu slowly stepped forward with his knife, and said silently with a hideous face: "Murong Zhongyuan, thirty-four years old, a soldier, the fourth level of the Battle Xiongwei, a combat power of one hundred and eighty-six, and a martial artist with a bloody sword. ”

Yang Hu walked slowly, the power of the dragon elephant flowed all over his body, and the war knife in his hand was raised high, and he did not hesitate to slash down at Murong Zhongyuan's shield and rush towards the battle knife.

Facing the war knife slashed by Yang Hu, Murong Zhongyuan was hideous and prosperous, and rushed forward with the shield in his hand with the force under his feet, and bravely slapped the knife in Yang Hu's hand.

If you don't die, you won't die!

Murong Zhongyuan saw that it was actually Yang Hu who was facing him, and there was already a little more contempt in his heart, and more was occupied by joy, and he was going to take Yang Hu's head in this battle.

It's simply a merit sent to the door.

As an experienced general, he shouldn't have thought about it so simply, he forgot that if Yang Hu wanted to die, he didn't have to be in such a hurry.

Just at the same time!

Murong Yuntian, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned: "Who is the other general, why is he wearing the city lord's tiger roaring armor?"

The white-clothed strategist beside him was also shocked and blurted out: "Could it be Yang Hu? How could he be the first to go into battle?"

Hearing the coach's question, the four generals around the two were also shocked.

To do bad things.

These three words appeared in the minds of Murong Yuntian and several of them almost at the same time.

It's just a matter of thought.

The winner of the game has been decided.

With such a great joy, he waved his shield to meet Yang Hu's Murong Zhongyuan, and the shield in his hand collided with Yang Hu's sword.

A piercing metallic clang, bursting through the field.

The steel shield was cut into two slices like tender tofu under the power of the sword.

Yang Hu's fierce blade cut off Murong Zhongyuan's shield arm all the way down, as fast as lightning and cut like Murong Zhongyuan's left shoulder with a hundred battle armor, swinging the shield away Murong Zhongyuan raised the war knife in a panic.

Yang Hu bowed forward and squatted, and the war knife was pulled downward.

Murong Zhongyuan didn't even have time to let out a scream, and he was cut into two pieces by Yang Hu, and the two stumps flew left and right under the fierce impact of the knife and fell into the knee-high grass.

Yang Hu got up slowly, gave a thumbs up and wiped away a few drops of blood from his face.

The dark clouds in the sky also began to shed crystal raindrops.

Murong Warlord Murong Zhongyuan, pawn!

Murong Yuntian looked at the scene that happened in the formation of the two sides in disbelief, and looked back at the white-clothed strategist beside him: "Mr. Wei, am I wrong?"

Wei Zheng, a white-clothed strategist, had a dry throat and a cold vest.

From the moment he knew that Murong Yuntian was going to attack Lincheng, Wei Zheng had made a detailed enough plan for the attack.

In order to ensure that Murong Yuntian would attack Lincheng without any accidents.

At the same time, he also made all kinds of speculations and hypothetical analyses of that waste city lord Yang Hu.

Counting the latest news in his hand that Yang Hu has taken the two cities of the Dao family...... But among his many hypotheses, the only one that did not have Yang Hu could go into battle to kill the enemy.