Wang Qi's personal guard battalion is all a hundred battle soldiers, forged from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.

It is an exaggeration to say that one enemy is one against a hundred, but it is not a fantasy to say that a killing array composed of more than 100 people will impact a cavalry battalion of 1,000 people, and even win a battle.

At this moment, more than 100 guards rushed from the mountain, black armor and silver swords, under the moonlight, like a rolling surge, a tiger descending the mountain.

As soon as he made contact, he entered the battlefield like a tiger entering a flock, wielding a knife and slashing, prancing horses vertically and horizontally, and between breaths, the Zhenjiangkou army suffered heavy casualties and gave the Zhenjiangkou army that had just risen a blow to the head.

Xiang Quanzhong naturally also noticed this cavalry battalion that suddenly joined the battlefield.

"Where did that army come from?" Looking at the army that had entered his camp, an inexplicable sense of fear rose in Quan Zhong's heart.

"There is no flag, there is no number, and there is no complete system in Wangzhi, all of them are black armor and silver swords, and they are all good horses." The guards were closely guarding Xiang Quanzhong's side, and they were also confused.

"Only a hundred people dare to charge my army?" Xiang Quanzhong almost crushed the long knife in his hand: "Look for death!" ”

Xiang Quan Zhong waved his knife fiercely: "Pioneer battalion, follow me to kill this group of miscellaneous people who don't know whether they are alive or dead!! ”

After that, Xiang Quanzhong rode his horse directly forward to kill.

As the former garrison of Nanjing, the commander of Jiangsu Daodu, and the current secretary of the military department, Xiang Quanzhong drove the horse in front and took the lead, giving great encouragement to the soldiers under his command.

The cavalry of 1,000 people, with Xiang Quanzhong, went to kill the flag of 100 people in black armor.

Poof!!

The white blades intersected, the armor broke, and then the horses neighed, and the hooves soared!

The battlefield is that at any time someone falls to the ground, someone is seriously injured at any time, and some people cut the flag and take the command, climb high and shout.

Between breaths, Xiang Quanzhong led his cavalry and a hundred black armor to kill a round trip.

Looking back, the cavalry of 1,000 people, after a round, was scarred and lost 30%.

Even his armor was torn, and the knife edge was almost broken.

And the other party's more than 100 black-armored cavalry, who seemed unscathed, were even more full of fighting spirit, almost without rest, one of them turned around and rushed towards his side again.

"And so and so! What a warrior!! Although Xiang Quanzhong didn't want to admit it, the elite division on the other side, compared to Xiong Tingbi's 5,000 people, compared to his own army of more than 10,000, was the real meaning of the strong soldiers.

"Kill !!" Fighting to this point, Xiang Quanzhong will not take a step back.

Only by moving forward can we achieve the final victory.

As for reinforcements?

As for Wu Xiang's army of 100,000?

Xiang Quanzhong has long been forgotten.

And

Xiang Quanzhong already understood in his heart that the appearance of the black-armored cavalry here all this time meant that Wang Qi had arrived.

And Wang Qi dares to appear here, so will Wu Xiang's 100,000 army still come on time?

That's only God knows.

Let's die here.

Xiang Quanzhong has accepted the fact of defeat!

But how can a great husband be born in the world, and turn his back on the enemy and die?

To die, to die on the way to the charge!

Wiped the long knife in his hand with his arm sleeve, faced the black-armored cavalry who had rushed to kill, smiled at Quan Zhong, showed a mouthful of bloody teeth, laughed fiercely, and raised his knife to meet the enemy: "Die!! ”

On the banks of the Yangtze River, the cold wind is still cold.

Undercurrents surged from the bottom of the river, creating waves on the surface of the river, washing the blood-colored banks.

The fighting here has stopped.

Most of the defeated remnants fled across the river by boat, and some surrendered to the opposing army, squatting quietly on the ground, waiting for the follow-up disposition.

Xiang Quanzhong's body was found by Ding Fu, a small soldier who had risen from the Battle of Shenyang and had now grown into a thousand commanders.

"Collect the corpse alive" Ding Fu had a hint of respect in his eyes.

After all, a soldier who can fight until the last moment, even if he is an enemy opponent, deserves a trace of respect.

When the victorious Liaodong soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, Xiong Tingbi had already knelt down in front of Wang Qi.

"My lord," Xiong Tingbi was slightly injured, and his expression was a little guilty.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of Wang Qi's cavalry and injected a dose of strength into the precarious battlefield, how would the whole war develop? No one could have predicted.

Anyway, Xiong Tingbi will definitely not kneel in front of Wang Qi like he is now and answer.

"What you did has been beyond my expectations," Wang Qi turned his back to Xiong Tingbi, his eyes fell on the map on the wall, and there was not much reproach in his tone: "Five thousand people, rushing towards the enemy army of more than 10,000 people, getting such a battle loss ratio, it is already unexpected." ”

"Lord Xiong, if you were in Liaodong, you would have such a decisive judgment," Wang Qi turned his head and smiled: "I'm afraid that the action will be reversed."

"My lord said that if it weren't for the cavalry support of my lord, this battle would have been lost." After so many ups and downs, and decades of ups and downs in officialdom, Xiong Tingbi already knows how to talk to Shangguan.

What's more, the young man in front of him can be said to be a celestial man who is rare to see in hundreds of years.

Don't bluff.

"Get up," Wang Qi waved his hand, walked around the long table, and sat on the chair: "Sit down and talk." ”

"Master Xie," Xiong Tingbi stood up.

"Zhenjiangkou, Xiang Quanzhong's army has been annihilated, but the frontal battlefield is still very dangerous," Wang Qi looked at Xiong Tingbi: "I'll give you a day to rest, tomorrow evening at the end of the night, the army will start from Chuzhou Mansion, march quickly, and arrive at Dacangling in three hours!" Support Qin Erbao and Lu Xiangsheng. ”

"Okurary?"

Xiong Tingbi is familiar with the terrain of Jiangsu Road, so he naturally knows what kind of place Dacangling is.

The 100,000 mountains are a bit exaggerated, but the lofty mountains and mountains are very suitable.

"They are in Okura Ridge, sniping Wu Xiang's 100,000 army?" Xiong Tingbi thought about it for a while, and then he understood.

Then there were palpitations and cold sweats.

Now I know how dangerous the battle on the banks of the Yangtze River is!

If one is not careful, plus more than 10,000 people of Qin Erbao, it will be the annihilation of the entire army.

Even with Wang Qi himself, he may have to hate here.

"Your Excellency." Looking up at Wang Qi, Xiong Tingbi's sentence in his mouth, 'Those who are handsome cannot easily take risks', but he couldn't say anything.

After all, if there was no Wang Qi's support, he would have died in the Yangtze River long ago.

"You don't need to say much about the rest," Wang Qi leaned back on the circle chair and said solemnly: "As long as you answer me, can you lead the army to set off at the end of tomorrow?" Three hours, arrived at Okura Ridge? ”

"The last general commands!"

Xiong Tingbi ignored the arrow sores on his body, suddenly got up, and half-knelt on the ground: "If you can't support Dacangling in time, Xiong will come to see you!" ”

"Then, I'll be waiting for you at Okura Ridge."

Wang Qi patted the chair, then got up, walked to Xiong Tingbi, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Go, go and see your subordinates, as well as the loyal and brave soldiers." (End of chapter)