The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, furious and dull.

Zhao Aqi brought in 300 crossbowmen from the north, but he disappeared into the mist.

Time is of the essence, so much can only be summoned.

More held out in the fog.

Yang Zheng could see the white gas spewing out of the war horse's mouth and nose, as well as the bright long knife, "Release the arrow!" ”

The crossbowmen stepped forward, barely aiming.

With a "buzz", crossbow arrows were fired at the same time.

"Phew—"

The horse let out a fierce scream and fell into the morning mist.

But such casualties could not discourage them.

"King Qin is here, who are you waiting for? Dismount! Fifty paces to the west, Zhao Aqi's roar came from behind.

This shout also allowed the other party to find the target.

War horses neighed high-pitched in the mist.

"Success or failure is in one move, wait for a certain to kill the Yang thief!" A mighty roar rang out.

The war horses in the mist turned their direction and rushed towards Zhao Aqi.

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! Yang Zheng said in a low voice.

Bolts pierced through the morning mist and shot at the cavalry.

The men and horses screamed violently, but the enemy was clearly mortal.

The horse's hooves roared and crashed into Zhao Aqi's direction.

Then there was the muffled sound of flesh and bones against the iron shield, the screams, the crunch of spears tearing bones, the dull sound of knives slashing against armor......

"Kill the Yang thief!" More and more cavalry pulled out of the mist.

Soon the sound of horses' hooves trampling broken bones could be heard.

There were two small groups of cavalry behind this group of cavalry, which were completely fatal, and directly slammed into the spears and large shields of the infantry formation with flesh and blood.

In the gray-white morning mist, a cloud of blood mist erupted from time to time.

"Thief Yang, today is your death!" One laughed and roared wildly.

Yang Zheng rode on the black feather, took the lance, and shouted in a low voice: "Zhao Aqi must not be saved!" ”

The brothers of Wuweiying took less and less, and Yang Zheng cherished everyone.

Zhao Aqi has been dormant in Shu for nearly ten years for the sake of Great Qin, and this kind of perseverance is by no means something ordinary people can insist on.

Now Zhao Aqi is deliberately exposed in order to protect himself and attract enemy cavalry to charge.

The most difficult thing to unite is the human heart.

Those who fight fires for Daqin must not die in the wind and snow.

"King, just lead a team of men and horses to attack!" Yang Ji took the initiative to stand up and say.

"Needless to say, just protect this king!" Yang Zheng felt that it was safest to charge with his own soldiers.

"Yui!" Yang Ji also turned over and got on the horse.

At a distance of dozens of steps, the pro-soldiers and infantry horses cooperated with each other, and they were killed in the blink of an eye.

The bloody wind and rain rushed towards him, and Yang Zheng felt as if he had returned to the past, with the blood in his body excited, and the lance turned into a phantom.

The enemies who stood in front fell one after another.

Lin Sen is armed with a strong bow, guarding the left and right, and whenever an enemy rushes in, he can nail the opponent with an arrow.

Yang Ji rushed in front and carried a spear used by a foot soldier, and each spear pierced could pick and kill an enemy.

This kind of arm strength and this kind of eyesight is really extraordinary.

I used to think that he was a bit of a scribe, but I didn't expect that he would also be a great general on the battlefield.

Hongnong Yang is really extraordinary.

"Good martial arts, pick up the lance!" Yang Zheng threw his long lance to him.

Yang Ji grabbed it with his left hand, but he didn't throw away the spear in his right hand, the left lance and the right spear, swung continuously, and immediately stabbed two people to death.

The surrounding soldiers erupted in cheers.

With this kind of strong general, there is no need for Yang Zheng to make a move, he only follows behind Yang Ji, surrounded by Lin Sen and other guards left and right.

The enemy really thought that King Qin was in front, and completely ignored the behind.

"Kill the Yang thief! Slay the Yang thief! ”

The man's voice was trembling, even distorted.

really killed Yang Zheng, and the rise of the Southern Xiongnu was inevitable.

Yang Zheng sneered in his heart, it's a pity that this day will never come.

Flanked back and forth, this cavalry soon couldn't resist and fell off their horses one after another.

The rest were also surrounded by supporting infantry troops.

The enemy repeatedly hit hard, but he never got out of trouble.

The infantry was shrinking, and the space for the cavalry to move was getting smaller and smaller.

"Liu Yuan is here, can the Yang thief dare to fight to the death?" The roar was like thunder, like a beast trapped in a cage.

It turned out to be Liu Yuan, no wonder this cavalry was so fierce and fearless of death, and when they could kill in front of themselves, they were almost charging with flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, it can only end here.

After a night of running, fighting so far, the morning sun hangs in the air, and although the morning fog has not faded, it has been a lot.

More than 30 horsemen gradually revealed their figures, and almost every one of them had feather arrows stuck in their bodies.

The head of the body is tall, wearing green armor, long hair fluttering, in a trance, it is quite similar to Guan Gong in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in later generations.

Liu Yuan is a hero in history, but the sons he gave birth to are really difficult to explain.

The beast is about to die, and its momentum is amazing.

The Qin people have always been martial, Liu Yuan is heroic and upright, his face is extraordinary, and he is shouting filial piety to fight alone, and the Qin army has more or less a trace of respect.

"You are just a thief chieftain, how can you match the king? Something is enough to take the first level! Yang Ji threw down his spear, raised his lance, and walked into the formation.

Liu Yuan's eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if two sharp arrows had passed through the mist, "Yang Thief proclaimed himself the hero master, but he taught a yellow-haired son to go into battle, which made the world laugh!" ”

Yang Zheng couldn't help but wonder, what cats and dogs come to him to fight alone, is he still alive?

Besides, are you fucking qualified to go head-to-head?

It's almost as good as Sima Yan is here.

Yang Ji let out a long laugh, "If Your Excellency dies in the hands of the yellow-haired son, it will really make the world laugh!" ”

Liu Yuan's eyes were sharp, and his long hair fluttered, "Okay, behead you first today, and then take the life of the Yang thief!" ”

The two of them slapped their horses and hedged each other, and the lance in their hands turned into a silver ray.

As he got closer, the silver glow vanished, as if swallowed by mist.

The horses staggered, and everyone held their breath.

Yang Zheng also looked at the battlefield nervously.

Suddenly, Yang Ji's war horse fell to the ground, and his whole body also fell.

Defeated?

The cavalry charge is extremely dangerous, and the victory or defeat is only a matter of moments, and no one with high martial arts will definitely win.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but feel disappointed in his heart.

This kind of heads-up, if you win, can greatly boost morale, and similarly, if you lose, it will be a big blow to morale.

Yang Ji pretended to be at a level that was about to catch up with Liu Heng, and he really created retribution......

Just raised their hands, ready for the crossbowmen to shoot them.

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted around, and it turned out that Yang Ji stood up again, lifting his lance upside down, "Come again!" ”

However, at this time, Liu Yuan's body on horseback fell diagonally......

A false alarm.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! ”

The soldiers stepped forward, slashed down the other standing enemy soldiers with random knives, and raised Yang Ji to throw high.

The cheers spread from outside the city to inside the city, gradually changing to "Long live Great Qin!" Long live the King! ”

Yang Zheng also laughed.

Liu Yuan is dead, and the Southern Huns are finished!

The morning fog gradually dissipated, and the mountains were full of Qin troops cheering for victory.

"Yang Ji listened to the order and led 10,000 steps to ride for the lonely Great Qin to sweep the five Southern Xiongnu tribes!" Yang Zheng looked him up and down, but found no wounds.

"Command!" Yang Ji said excitedly.