The battle of the West Causeway was caught off guard, beyond everyone's expectations.

Then, Lu Teng, the dying tiger, aimed his hideous gaze at the location of Zhang Zhaoda's army, and countless dark clouds surged up with iron streams.

The wind suddenly became stronger, the sun darkened, wisps of clouds rose from the east, and countless dark clouds rolled in from the sky and piled up in the distance.

In the camp, the neighing of the war horses suddenly became louder, and they jumped in panic.

The warriors ran in all directions, spreading the tarpaulins in the stables and nailing the tabernacle.

The sound of the order to send sentinels to inspect kept coming out, the sentinels rode fast horses back and forth in the camp, the left camp and the right battalion were the first to gather, and then, the other camps in the Chinese army also sounded the horn, a large number of sergeants in armor quickly assembled, and the general in charge of the arsenal ordered people to send bundles of feather arrows down, and the red feathers at the end of the arrows were bright red and dazzling, and everyone could see that a storm would sweep this mountain and river!

The heavy rain is coming, it is a good opportunity for Lu Teng to touch the camp to kill, and it is also a good opportunity for Zhang Zhaoda to kill Lu Teng!

Under the dark clouds, lightning flashed a hideous light, tearing the heavens and the earth, majestic and majestic.

The wind blew through the wilderness, but there was a terrible whistling sound. The two streams of iron converged into a behemoth in the wilderness, constantly accumulating the momentum of the fortress, waiting silently, waiting for the moment when the thunder exploded.

Lu Teng immediately glanced at the boundless Chen Jun in front of him, and raised his whip casually:

"Zhang Zhaoda is dizzy, he dares to open a formation here and fight with a certain field, the time and place are favorable, all in the hands of our army, he will be defeated!"

The guards surrounding him cheered loudly, and then this cheer spread, spreading throughout the army, just after a few big victories, everyone raised their hearts to the peak, and at this moment Lu Teng was a god in their eyes! All the opponents who stand in his way will be swept away!

For Chen Jun, this experience is naturally not too good. Under the dark clouds, the Zhouliang coalition army that opened the field posture was like a tiger with a bloody mouth, roaring at them, and every tone and cheer seemed to announce the defeat of their own army.

Fan Yi and Cheng Wenji each restrained their horses, and the sentry cavalry was sent out in teams, constantly conveying various details such as attack order and defense, and the array of the Chen army quickly stabilized, and the sergeants in the front row erected large shields, and the spears pointed obliquely forward, and the thorns were as dense as thorns.

Zhang Zhaoda stood on top of the camp at the front, under the watchtower, so the sergeants were already silent, each in his place, the handsome flag was dancing in the wind, and the hunting sounded. All the unarmored sergeants put on their armor and waited for the day, and the officers patrolling the camp had also been dispatched, patrolling around, reminding every soldier to be vigilant, and the sound of drums, shouting orders, and dull thunder were mixed together, striking at the bottom of everyone's heart.

A flash of perseverance flashed in Zhang Zhaoda's eyes, and he ordered: "Implement the original strategy." The guards led the general's order, turned around and ran quickly. There is nothing to say, this war is life and death, the king is defeated, and the one who wins is qualified to stand.

This is probably Gangneung, the last storm, right?

The coalition army blew the horn, and then, the cavalry in front of the formation raised the lance in their hands, "-kill!!" "The torrent was unstoppable and rolled down the hillside.

Fan Yi's face did not change, and ordered: "Mountain formation, push forward." "Thousands of foot soldiers neatly raised the big shield, pointed the spear forward, and walked in unison, the Chinese army suddenly vacated a large piece of land, and the cavalry teams on both sides immediately made up for it, the shield smashed on the ground, leaned down, and the spear penetrated through the gap in the shield, "- resist!" ”

The sound was like thunder, the horses' hooves stomped on the ground, and the gravel was shaken. Suddenly, the iron cavalry that rushed straight over penetrated the crowd, and countless people were knocked into the air, and between the swings of swords and guns, a wave of blood was set off.

The war horse spewed out two breaths in a rage, knocked away the two people, and then the spear pierced through the chest cavity and the horse's belly, and the soldier Chen with a hideous face got up and shouted, raised the spear, and the war horse and the people on horseback were overturned to the ground......

On the watchtower of Chen Jun's Chinese army camp, everyone watched in amazement as these two torrents of steel collided, and swords filled every corner of heaven and earth, as if they could sweep everything and drown everything.

In a large-scale battle, stragglers are useless at all, and they disappear into this ferocious torrent in an instant.

The allied archers rushed forward and fired almost face-to-face with the Chen archers.

Some of the archers of the Chen army gritted their teeth and fired arrows there, and some simply abandoned their bows and arrows and filled in the torrent of hedging.

The flags of the generals of the two armies, including Lu Teng's handsome flags, were all in this frenzy, staggering, and the flags were already scarred by battle, splashed with blood, and covered with scorched black marks...... Chen Jun and the coalition forces tried their best to fight selflessly in every corner.

Close to the Chen military camp, several watchtowers have been burned, in the sky-high firelight, in the miserable shouting, the people upstairs are still hissing and trying their best to transmit information, waving flags and shouting. This banner has one meaning. "Charge, charge!"

Chen Jun has been suppressed for too long, and now all the arrangements, all the anger has erupted, Zhang Zhaoda's calloused hand almost pinched into the railing of the watchtower, at this moment, he is the only one on the watchtower, and all the generals who can be deployed have been deployed.

Such a desperate battle, such a large number of lives disappeared before an instant, Zhang Zhaoda Wuzi showed the calmness and command level that a general should have, this is the battlefield, this is the most grand and glorious existence in the troubled times of the north and south!

Even if the illness has not healed, his legs are still nailed to the watchtower, he is the commander of the Southern Dynasty, and he is a famous general with the hope of the Southern Dynasty to recover the old land, this battle, he must win, definitely!

Lu Teng is already at the end of the crossbow, Zhang Zhaoda knows that Lu Teng is a human being, and he has made preparations for a decisive battle from the beginning, since Lu Teng is unwilling to give in, then ...... Fight with a bang!

Cheng Wenji looked at the torrent of battle in front of him, got off his horse, and more than a thousand soldiers followed him, wearing thick armor, heavy shields on their backs, holding sharp axes and broadswords, and slowly speeding up the rhythm.

Lu Teng's army has been torn apart by the Southern Dynasty Iron Cavalry for several rounds, just like a girl in armor, her clothes have been stripped off, revealing the essence of weakness, they are already fighting on their own, now is the best time!

Lu Teng was wrestling and rolling in the sea of blood, covered in wounds, and his left forearm had been completely broken by a blunt object, hanging down softly. He threw down his heavy shield, held a knife in his right hand, and led his guards to fight for several rounds, as if he were fighting fiercely.

A Chen soldier raised a gun and swept towards his left leg, but Lu Teng blocked it, and the long knife slashed horizontally, the blade pierced through the armor, cutting through Chen Jun's chest. The sound of breaking wind came from his ears, Lu Teng rolled over, avoided the heavy axe that was chopped, and then was slashed in the right leg by a knife, and in an instant, the nail leaf was broken and rolled, and a long and deep wound on the thigh was gushing outward, and the guards frantically poured in from the surrounding battle groups.

Lu Teng waved a long knife with one hand, limping, tossing and fighting in a square inch of land, and beside him, the corpses of more than a dozen Chen soldiers had already flowed horizontally.

The strength quickly drained from Han Zun's body, and when he looked in front of him, he couldn't see anything clearly, he used his knife and pestle to breathe as if pulling a bellows, panting like a cow.

There were angry roars and wailing screams everywhere, violent collisions everywhere, and he couldn't see where the end of the war would go. There was only one thing he knew, and this was where he was buried!

The first drop of ice rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, the heavy rain poured down, unable to extinguish the burning desire for destruction in their hearts, the battle continued, and the victory and defeat had been decided.

"So Lu Teng, what are you still holding onto? What are you struggling with? ”

In the midst of the army, Zhang Zhaoda's gaze was always nailed to Lu Teng's broken handsome flag, it was in tatters, countless torrents were enveloping it, crumbling, but it had not fallen.

Since his defeat a few years ago, he has been thinking about what the next battle with Lu Teng will be, what will be the outcome, all he thinks about is how to win, and he has never thought that he will lose.

He will never lose.

Even if Lu Teng fights to the death and the fish dies and the net is broken?

Lu Teng......, you're old!

Lu Teng swept away a rushing enemy army, in front of the formation, the chaotic army was knocked away by a torrent, the coalition army fell like cutting wheat, and a tall figure rushed towards him in the blur......

Lu Teng clenched the long knife, twisted his body violently, dodged a spear he stabbed, sandwiched it under his right rib, and then swung the knife at the neck of the armorer, and was grabbed by a palm, so he raised his knee and slammed it against his chest.

This exhaustion made the armor staggered back, Lu Teng couldn't support it, fell to the ground, and immediately a donkey rolled up, ran, bent his knees against the chest of the Liao armor soldier, knocked him unconscious, split his helmet, and then stabbed him in the chest!

The armor screamed, grabbed the long knife and did not let go. Lu Teng pulled out the knife hard, twisting the handle vigorously, the long knife was like a meat grinder, shattering all the internal organs, and the warm blood suddenly splashed on Lu Teng's face.

Lu Teng wiped the blood on his face, staggered to his feet, and a long sword stabbed in between his chest and abdomen behind his back, Lu Teng's strength was exhausted, Lu Teng seemed to have been hit by a cow, his legs touched the ground, and he fell backwards all the way, his back flew away with the collision just now, and his right hand grabbed the neck of the Chen Guojia soldier, and hit his helmet hard...... Staggering backwards, clutching his abdomen, there was not much blood left to run......

The surrounding armor soldiers swarmed up......

The watchtower in front of Chen's camp was also burned down and collapsed in the flames. The flames licked the sparks and rose against the cold rain.

Cheng Wenji wiped a handful of blood and rain from his face, lifted Lu Teng's corpse, and shouted: "Lu Teng is dead, those who descend will not be killed!" Lu Teng is dead, and those who descend will not be killed! ”