On the border of Huaizhou, the weather is gloomy.

The three horsemen galloping from the direction of Huaizhou were looking ahead with a sneering face at the moment, and there were several dull rumblings from time to time in the gray sky.

A hundred steps away, three thousand Huainan cavalry troops hurried from Huainan, standing in front of the rangers in a strict formation, led by a burly middle-aged man, dressed in silver armor, holding a spear, riding a big Li Baoju without a trace of variegation, the row of black teeth in his mouth were clucking, a trace of madness appeared in the eyes that were already extremely angry, and the spear in his hand was slammed into the ground, the silver-white spear head instantly submerged under his feet, and he turned around and looked at the carriage that symbolized the royal horse that was tightly wrapped by the three thousand sons under his command, looking forward to seeing a little movementBut except for the curtain on the carriage swaying gently in the breeze, there was no longer the slightest movement of the carriage, and he turned his head in disappointment and clenched his fists.

The three horsemen in front of him suddenly raised a few drops of blood that had not yet dried in their hands, and the middle-aged man nodded to the deputy general beside him with a pale face, but his heart was cold.

How many times has this group of damn bastards raised their long knives? From the appearance of these five horsemen to the present, a full eight horsemen, eight horsemen! This oneself, which can be regarded as an elite cavalry army in the entire Huainan, has already folded eight horsemen in just one hour against the five horsemen of the Li family, while the five horsemen on the opposite side have only fallen one, looking at the subordinates behind him who have begun to chill, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Let the veteran go up!"

Among the rangers on the opposite side, a young cavalry soldier who was slightly younger said to another cavalryman beside him, "Yanzi, how is Lao Zhang?"

The young man, whose real name is Zhang Huaiyan but is called Yanzi, looked back at his comrades who had fallen under him, and his chest no longer rose and fell, and said softly: "Let's go." ”

The young man smiled, "Damn, a few days ago, I was thinking that the matter of giving my distant sister to me as a mother-in-law was eighty percent yellow." He looked at another middle-aged man who was also holding a long knife, glanced at his broken arm, and said, "Boss, is it okay?"

Twenty years ago, he joined the army, from the beginning of being called "Xiao Mi", to now being called "Lao Mi", a simple man who looked at his bleeding broken arm with a pale face, and was about to say something, but he felt dizzy for a while, and instantly fell off the horse, and there was no movement.

Hearing the dull sound of landing behind him, the young man did not look back and said: " When I asked you to come from the north, I knew you were reluctant, but your mother-in-law cried to me every day, saying that you were a fool, and you entered the camp in the same year as the most unfortunate have become a small captain, but your stupid brain is not helpful, and every day in the north with the barbarians, I thought that I was a fellow villager, so I thought about helping you, for two years, to give you more military merits, so that you can take more money and food to return to the hometown, now it's good, not died in the hands of the barbarians, but died in the hands of this group of eggs, sorry, by the way, yesterday your family letter, I let the literate Xiao Wu read, saying that your boss was gone last month, just in the north, I didn't dare to tell you, but now I'll tell you, don't mind？”

The young cavalryman, who didn't wait for a reply, licked his chapped and pale lips, covered the shocking bloody wound on his stomach with his left hand, spit out a mouthful of saliva, and said to the swallow beside him: "Xiao Wu went back to report the news, it should be almost there now, why don't you wait?"

Yanzi looked at the blood that kept oozing from his fingers on the young man's stomach, and he had always been silent, so he only said, "When you die, I will be the captain of the army?"

The young man snorted and said, "It's also your captain who is dead!" After speaking, he shouted loudly: "Charge!"

The two figures instantly rushed towards the Huainan Five Cavalry who had already walked out of the array, and with only one face, the two teams with staggered bodies separated.

Turning around to stabilize the swallow, he pulled the young man beside him with one hand, preventing his already limp body from sliding off the horse, looked at the remaining four horsemen in front of him, put the young man's body flat on the horse's back, reached out and broke his fingers that were still holding the long knife tightly, and held the long knife in his left hand.

The swallow, with a long knife in one hand, pinched the horse's belly with his legs and rushed forward without saying a word.

The middle-aged man in the distance, his clenched fists have begun to turn blue, and he is 10,000 unwilling, not that he is afraid, but that he feels that it is not worth it, whether it is those horses who die in their hands, or they die in those riders, they all feel that it is not worth it, they feel that they should not be, and some... Toothless.

Looking at the charge that had ended in front of him, the middle-aged man let go of his palm, pulled out the spear that was inserted into the ground, and said to the lieutenant general: "It's all buried." ”

Just as he was about to turn his head, a thunderbolt instantly tore through the clouds, streaked across the sky, and reflected the sky-high dust and smoke that suddenly appeared in the direction of Huaizhou in front of him.

More than five hundred cavalry of the Li family suddenly appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man looked at the five hundred cavalry that seemed to appear out of thin air with his eyes distracted, tightened the spear in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

The more than 500 cavalry in front did not stop the formation reconnaissance posture, and still charged non-stop towards the Huainan cavalry that had opened the array.

The middle-aged man God of War shouted: "Meet the enemy!" The three thousand Huainan cavalry behind him instantly drew their swords in unison, put out a formation, and just waited for the general to give an order, and then rushed forward.

The middle-aged man who was about to launch an order, but the herald next to him rushed over and said, "General Qiyu, the prince has an order, order our army to open the formation and let them pass." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the herald with incredible eyes, his face turned red, and he looked angrily at the carriage that still had not moved, and suddenly laughed, as if he was unwilling, as if angry, and with a hint of sarcasm, he said to the lieutenant general: "Open the formation." ”

He said loudly: "Lord Wang, Sun Yanwu will accompany you here!" After speaking, he lifted the spear with his right hand, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and rushed forward alone.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Ying was holding a secret letter that had just been delivered, and he didn't seem to hear the words of the middle-aged man outside, he looked at the middle-aged scholar next to him with a smile and said, "Sir, do you have anything to say?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at Zhao Ying with guilt and was about to say something, but Zhao Ying waved his hand, "It's okay, it doesn't matter what Mr. wants to say." As he spoke, he suddenly bowed to the middle-aged man and said softly: "Please also ask Mr. to assist Xiong'er well, this king has thanked you first." Then he opened the curtain of the carriage, stepped out of the carriage, beckoned to the lieutenant, and said, "Your horse is for the king to ride." ”

The adjutant hurriedly stepped forward, turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, the whole person shrunk into a ball, and buried his forehead tightly in his chest.

Zhao Ying smiled, kicked the deputy general down, and said, "This king is not old, I don't need you to do this." After speaking, he stepped on the stirrup, skillfully turned on the horse's back, and then said: "Give the order to go down, and the whole army will return to the camp immediately." After speaking, he directly pulled out the long knife on the horse's back, and shouted in the direction of Sun Yanwu: "Old Sun, this king is with you!" galloped towards Sun Yanwu's back.

The middle-aged scholar who had just stepped out of the carriage in the carriage opened his lips, but he didn't know what to say, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to Zhao Ying's back.

Another dull thunder sounded, and a heavy rain fell instantly, washing away the bloodstains left by the cavalry fighting.

The middle-aged lieutenant general who was about to take charge of the three thousand Huaizhou cavalry army did not have the slightest joy in his heart, but was a little sad, walked in front with his head down, and did not look at the two backs that were destined to disappear in this heavy rain, I don't know whether he dared or didn't want to.

Only the middle-aged scholar who was still kneeling in place looked ahead in a daze, and the two figures in the distant line of sight, which seemed to be somewhat resolute, gradually blurred in the rain curtain, until they crashed into the iron curtain, like two inconspicuous small droplets, sinking into the vast river without a trace of waves.

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