Time rewinded to two quarters of an hour ago, and the large army of Guan Liao's iron cavalry arrived directly west of the ghost city, and was about to enter the battlefield when they were blocked. The person blocking the road clearly looked like a person from the rivers and lakes, but he said that he was doing something for King Yan, so he asked the guests to wait for a while, and waited for me to go to the prince, so that the prince could send someone to greet him.

If you really want to wait for you to show King Yan, won't the scouts along the way be cleaned up in vain? Zu Fat Man said to himself, like me, a person with a heart for the community, how can you let these city fox society rats ruin the reputation of King Yan. King Yan raised his whip and chased after the horse, he was really a model for us, how could his subordinates recruit some indiscriminate people in the rivers and lakes.

After pointing to the deer as a horse and messing around, Guan Liao's iron cavalry rushed through, and the people in the rivers and lakes guarding here suddenly turned into powder.

Running over the people of the rivers and lakes, what appeared in front of Guan Liaotie was the headquarters led by the second prince of Yan Wangfu and five hundred Yan Wang Yicong. Guan Liao's iron cavalry did not send many troops this time, only 5,000. In terms of military strength alone, the second prince is slightly inferior to the fat man's side, but for some reason, the five thousand people in front of him are arrayed here, which makes people feel invincible.

"Ahhh I didn't expect that I even had all the armor prepared, and even the army under the prince had to be pretended! How could I tolerate you? The gentlemen of Liaodong should kill the thieves and correct the name of the prince!"

When the Liaodong Iron Cavalry rushed to kill, the second prince was still a little confused, this fat man was too good at reversing right and wrong, and he didn't ask, just the big hat was buttoned up to cover the kill. However, the second prince has also been tested on the battlefield for a long time, and he did not sit still because he was puzzled for a while, and the army charged forward as soon as he waved the command flag in his hand.

Before the two armies could meet, there were sergeants who kept falling off their horses, and the combat style of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry has always been like this, and wouldn't it be a missed opportunity to just charge but not attack? The three-eyed eyes rang out repeatedly, and there was no need to deliberately aim, and even if the army rushed to kill, even if they shot ahead of the crowd at will, there were always a few unlucky people who were shot. On the side of the second prince, Yan Wangyi also projected the iron spear in the pouch from the time of the charge.

Zu Fat Man dodged a thrown iron gun sideways, "Yo, this style really makes the fat man like it." It's a pity that it's not my own horse, or the fat man will like it more.

Crazy Yuan, you go and catch that little brat, we have few soldiers, and we don't have anything in our hands, I'm afraid that King Yan will look down on us. ”

"According to the generation, you should call me Brother Ju, Yuan Crazy Yuan all day long, Yuan Crazy, it is unseemly. "The tall and thin man spoke without hurrying even when the horses were galloping under his seat.

Zu Fatzi is like seeing a ghost, this Uncle Yuan actually spoke? Turning his head to look at the righteous brother beside him, Uncle Yuan just looked at his face and looked like a dog, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, if he changed into a Confucian shirt, I don't know how many blind little ladies would secretly promise, and then it can only make people sigh and pay affectionately.

The corners of Yuan's mouth curled slightly, this fat man rarely had a deflated time, and as soon as he slapped his seat and got off the horse, he flew out.

Sure enough, this is the Yuan madman he knows, who does not charge with the army, but jumps out now, arouses the hatred of the enemy, and becomes a live target, so as to reduce the casualties of his own army. If this product is not his own brother-in-law, Zu Fatzi just wants to say that he is beautiful. It's a pity that this is not a choice for himself, although he knows that this product is unparalleled, but he is still worried in his heart.

Five hundred Yan Wang Yi threw the iron spear at the Yuan madman, Yuan Luozi pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist, and slashed towards the front, under the knife, the iron spear was broken in two, and the Yuan madman stepped on the broken gun, and kept jumping forward.

Delusional to kill a single person to capture the flag? This guy is too deceitful, and many good players lurking around the second prince to protect him are ready, just wait for this person to rush forward before he gets close, let your combat power go to the sky, and you will also hate on the spot.

The fact is that although Yuan's leap in the air is extremely bluffing, the distance between this person and the troops behind him is not much different. At the moment when he had just pounced on the enemy, his own troops behind him had already engaged the enemy in close combat. The cavalry with iron hammers in turn searched all over the world, which was also the only business.

At the beginning of the first hand, the second prince's subordinates found that these big men with hammers were really difficult to deal with, the war horses collided and the hammers swept, the sergeant was extremely unfamiliar with this way of fighting, and the thin and tall man who rushed into the team just now did not directly come to trouble the second prince, but killed into the cavalry, his body was agile, and the sergeant had already cut off his head before he could touch his figure.

The combat of cavalry is never a mixed group of hand-to-hand combat, which is a great waste of horsepower. The two armies staggered, and the second prince and the first prince had two percent of the battle losses. On weekdays, the opponents on both sides are nomads, and they have achieved amazing results, but the difference is that the Liaodong Iron Cavalry is a famous man all the way to the world, and the second prince's department is indeed slightly insufficient.

The two armies are fighting, and if one side shows cowardice, it is doomed to defeat. Although the second prince still wanted to continue the charge with his headquarters, the deputy general Han Chenglin had other ideas at this time. No matter how strong these 5,000 men and horses are, they can't be stronger than their own tens of thousands of heavily armored iron horses, but once the second prince falls into the hands of the enemy, the prince will inevitably throw a mouse trap. At this time, the rest of the troops are still trapped in the ghost city, although I believe that the prince will always have a countermeasure, but the distant water can't save the near fire, and the things in front of him should be prepared separately.

Han Chenglin looked at the old man in armor behind the second prince, this person was the prince's general, the absolute confidant of the prince, and he had been following behind the second prince for personal protection. Seeing the resolute gaze of the young general surnamed Han, the old man was a little puzzled at first, but he was also a battle-hardened person, and he had already figured out the joints after a little thought. The old man nodded at Han Chenglin, signaling that he knew, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying the word cherished. Men's friendship, needless to say, only needs a tacit understanding of the eyes.

After a wave of doomed futile charges, the second prince's department and Guan Liao's iron cavalry exchanged positions again, at this time the old man made a brazen move, a palm knife knocked the second prince unconscious, the old man waved his hand, Yan Wangyi broke away from the army, and Han Chenglin led the rest of the men and horses to rush towards the enemy.

Seeing that the old man and Yan Wang Yicong were about to go to join the Yan Wang's army with the second prince, the ancestor said disdainfully: "Who do you look down on, who do you look down on? ”

"It's still like that. As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and thin man was gone.

"We admire this kind of man who stays behind and breaks off, but just this little bit of people, it's not enough to stuff our fat man's teeth. Gentlemen, give these soft-footed shrimp a good lesson, and let them see what the iron-blooded real men of Liaodong are!"

Zu Fatzi's words seemed to be extremely appetizing to these Liaodong men, and the army screamed and rushed to the team of people behind the palace who were determined to die.

The army rushed over, and the second prince's department was destroyed.

The old man ran all the way forward with the unconscious second prince, but the Yan Wang Yicong who followed him was decreasing, and the thin and tall man behind him was like a jackal, sniffing the smell of blood and constantly eating the sheep in the flock, even so, he still wanted to eat the little lamb in the old man's arms. Fortunately, the righteous servant is the prince of Yan's army, even if he knows that turning back is death, he still rushes to the thin and tall man without hesitation to buy time for the second prince to escape.

The fog in front dissipated, this is undoubtedly the best dawn for the old man, as long as the army of King Yan captures the ghost city, it will be easy to turn around and eat the five thousand cavalry.

The sword flashed continuously, and with each blow, a head flew into the sky, and the tall and thin man said in his heart that these were just hors d'oeuvres before the main course, and he already felt the breath of that person at this time. Since the first war of that year, I have been looking forward to this day of reunion all the time.

The righteousness was exhausted, and the masters who were protected by the second prince began to automatically stay behind the palace, but the slender man practiced the killing technique that was very good at attacking, although there were many masters, but none of them were the enemies of the slender and tall man.

The ghost market is close in front of him, but at this time, he saw the Tianbao Street in front of him flying into the sky with a loud bang, his ears were full of buzzing, the moment the old man lost his mind, his head had already flown into the air, and the old man's eyes were full of unwillingness, but he could only watch the second prince in his arms being captured by the thin and tall man.

The tall and thin man handed over the second prince to the fat man who rushed over, and then held the knife in both hands and slashed out at the front.

Zu Fat Man closed his eyes and clapped his hands in admiration, "How long has Uncle Yuan not been so energetic, this knife, good guy, the knife is ten zhang long, if the fat man faces Uncle Yuan in this state, he can't escape." ”

Dao Gang flew forward, heading straight for the green-shirted Confucian who was holding the emerald sword, and the Sword Saint had naturally felt the breath of this old man, leaving behind the man in black, and turning around with a sword.

At this time, the man in black is the most uncomfortable in his heart, today's fight, the sword saint seems to be pointing out his swordsmanship, his sword path is gradually getting better, and he is a little less in awe of this green shirt sword saint. It can be seen that this sword master shot back, and he knew that he was still far from enough. The sword is back in the box, and today's battle between the sword master in green shirts and the tall and thin man will definitely be beneficial to people.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the sword light is glimbling, and the sword battle has been going on for a long time, and I don't know where it started or where it will end.