Chapter 505: The Battle of the Five Fan Plains

The earth-shattering war drums rang out in the Five Fans.

The commander of the more than 40,000 government soldiers of the former army has been replaced by Xiahou Zhuo's people.

He called the car crack!

He is the captain of the light car in Xiahou Zhuo's hands, and he is one of the three fierce generals under Xiahou Zhuo!

He took over this 47,000-strong army with his 300 personal guards, and these government soldiers, in his eyes, are not even as good as pigs and dogs!

When the war drums sounded, many government soldiers actually stopped!

They want to run!

With a wave of the long knife in Che Ri's hand, he cut off the heads of the two people!

He stood on horseback, and the luck dantian roared:

"Pass on the general's order, three hundred overseers will be postponed to supervise the battle, and anyone who takes a step back will be killed!"

So, 300 wolves drove more than 40,000 sheep and rushed forward.

In the distance, on Maple Mountain.

Xiahou Zhuo didn't pay attention to the scouts sent to Maple Mountain, and none of them returned.

Xia Yunhu wiped the blood stains on the long knife, and looked at the battlefield where the snow and dust were rolling in the distance.

He frowned, and shook his head again:

"This regent...... What an uneasy Lord! ”

"Duan Shan!"

"The last general!"

A burly warrior wearing rattan armor stood in front of Xia Yunhu, and he bowed:

"Please give the order!"

Xia Yunhu raised his hand, but he was stunned.

His hand was not lowered.

On the five plains under your feet, an arrow appeared!

A pitch-black arrow!

That's not an arrow in the true sense of the word!

It was a very fast, cavalry-sharp arrow!

Standing on a high place, the team of thousands of people turned into a lifelike arrow in the wild rush at this moment!

The iron hooves of the war horse trampled on the snow on the ground and danced wildly, but a voice suppressed the thunderous sound of iron hooves—

"Xuanjia Battalion...... Charge......! ”

Xia Yunhu was suddenly surprised!

Xuanjia Battalion?!

That turned out to be the most mysterious Xuanjia battalion that Mr. Changsun had personally trained?!

He, Xia Yunhu, is Mr. Changsun's confidant, and he was once the deputy promoter of the Imperial City Division!

He had heard the name Xuanjia Battalion, and he also knew that Xuanjia Battalion only had a few hundred people.

But even he had never seen the Xuanjia Battalion.

The first time the Xuanjia battalion went out of the mountain, it was to go to Shuangjiao Mountain with Li Chen'an to suppress bandits.

That battle did not alarm the world.

The name of the Xuanjia Camp has not been spread.

People in the world still don't know that there is such a mysterious army wearing black armor, riding a black horse and carrying a silver sword!

At this moment, they appeared in Gofan Plain!

It does look like there are only hundreds!

They've drawn their silver swords!

Their knives, wrinkled and shining in the sun, are extraordinarily dazzling!

But there are only a few hundred of them!

Compared to the enemy on the opposite side who is not in sight...... They are like a stone to a lake.

A small stone thrown into the water of a wide lake can stir up a few ripples...... That's just a few ripples.

Li Chenan, this kid, how can he be so stupid!

He will bury Mr. Changsun's hard work here!

Xia Yunhu's eyebrows frowned, the tiger stared, and the raised hand waved down violently:

"Ghost Army...... Charge......! ”

"Kill the enemy and keep the Lord Regent safe!"

This army of 3,000 men is called the Ghost Army.

They don't have a home.

They are like ghosts, hiding in the dark with Xia Yunhu, and they are all over the world.

At this moment, they rushed down from Maple Leaf Mountain, and it was as fast as the wind.

It's like a tiger!

Xia Yunhu is still standing on the top of Maple Mountain.

Still looking at the battlefield below the mountain.

His heart was beating faster and faster.

The palms of his long knives were covered with sweat!

The arrows of that arrow were cut into the enemy's army.

Arrowtail is not cavalry!

It's a bunch of swift foot soldiers running with knives!

The arrow is out of touch with the tail.

This is a big taboo in war!

He expected that the arrows would disappear into the vast sea of enemy troops in a maximum of ten breaths.

The sword tail that followed could not escape this fate.

His ghost army is also a foot soldier.

It takes at least a stick of incense to rush from the mountains to the battlefield!

Wait for the Ghost Army to arrive...... I can only collect the corpses for them!

Regent......

Xia Yunhu hung his head gloomily, feeling extremely guilty, and finally disappointed Mr. Changsun.

However.

When he raised his head again and looked at the battlefield with difficulty, he was suddenly shocked-

The pitch-black sword is still there!

They have dug into the front line of the enemy!

Instead of being swallowed up by the enemy, they broke it like a wedge into a bamboo tube...... The enemies squeezed in either way like the ebb tide under their silver knives.

In the middle, where the arrows are headed, there is not a single enemy!

That's the momentum!

Tearing and disintegrating, the Xuanjia Battalion is unstoppable!

Arrowtail followed.

Suddenly, it unfolded like a fan.

There were only a few hundred foot soldiers, and they actually used the knives in their hands to drive the crowd back continuously.

Like a torn piece of cloth.

It can no longer be sutured.

The enemy's front army has been routed!

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The government soldiers are so unbearable, they never expected the car to crack!

In his mind, no matter how powerful the thousand people were, even if his 47,000-strong front army could not wipe them out, it would be able to reduce the edge of their cavalry.

Blocking its speed, reducing its momentum, and weakening its front is the best way to deal with cavalry.

Che Ri, who has served for many years in the Western Frontier Army, clearly has a lot of experience against them.

What's more, there is a huge numerical advantage on his side.

But now......

He held a long knife and roared heartbreakingly:

"Stop them......!"

"Surround Lao Tzu!"

"Chop off the horse's legs...... Chop off their horses' legs ......! ”

"Overseer, Retreat...... Kill! ”

However, his roar was useless.

Where have these soldiers ever seen such a battle!

When Zhou Zheng led the five hundred Xuanjia Battalion soldiers to come like a swift wind, when their long knives slashed down and took away the lives of people one by one, these government soldiers who had never seen blood at all collapsed in that instant.

They are afraid of death!

I'm afraid that those cold and cold long knives will fall on my neck!

I'm afraid I won't be able to go back!

There are still wives and children waiting at home!

Whether the regent dies or not, it's a matter of Lao Tzu's, and it's the royal road to be alive!

This is what almost all the government soldiers think.

So, they had no choice but to retreat.

It's not okay to go backwards, it's not as fast as the knife on the other side.

Then you can only retreat to both sides.

The speed of retreat is still not fast enough.

Then turn around and run!

They ran fast.

Even in order to run faster, many people directly dropped the weapons in their hands.

The people in the middle run to both sides, and the people on the left and right wings can't run slower than those guys in the middle, and if they run slowly, they will be stabbed!

So, the people on both wings didn't even see the shadow of the Xuanjia Battalion, so they turned around and ran.

The collapse was in that instant.

It came faster than the bombing of the camp.

Even if the car cracks and roars in the throat, it won't help.

Xiahou Zhuo on the Chinese army chariot had already narrowed his eyes.

Of course, he knew that the government soldiers were unbearable, he was like a broken car, and he never expected it to be so unbearable.

He turned his head to look at Xie Jing and asked coldly, "This is your soldier?" ”

"General Hui, to be precise, they are the soldiers of Song Shiming, the former governor of Jiangnan Province."

Xiahou Zhuo looked at the extremely chaotic battlefield in front of him again, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"A bunch of rice buckets!"

"Pigs and dogs are inferior to something!"

"After all, we still have to rely on the people of General Ben!"