After the cold spear in the young general's hand penetrated the body of a golden soldier, he suddenly pulled it out, and the corpse of the golden soldier fell straight down.

He was dressed in white clothes and white armor soaked in splashing blood, and the blood on the tip of the cold gun in his hand was falling to the ground drop by drop, and he looked at Luo Bei in the middle of the fight, the two did not speak, and they never even knew each other, but at this moment, like a fierce tiger and a cheetah, they were fighting among the jackals.

Even if the blood soaked the clothes, even if the knife cut the skin, the battle at this moment never stopped.

The moment he saw the young general, he also saw a very strong murderous aura, which was not the same as the incomparably strong aura on Luo Bei's body, because this aura was extremely familiar to him, just like the kind of courage he had when he rushed to the battlefield, and it was all transformed into murderous aura the moment the swords and soldiers met.

This kind of murderous aura is the most needed thing on the battlefield, there may be some people whose martial arts are not high, and their bodies are not strong enough, but often with an unrivaled murderous aura, it is enough to kill those who are several times stronger than him, because on the battlefield, only by killing the enemy, can you save yourself, this is an unchanging iron law.

Under his order, the pro-soldiers formed a ring formation, and the heavy armor soldiers held shields to form a protective circle.

"I'm the general under the account of the second prince of Dajin Kingdom, please report your name!"

Although most of the generals of the Jin Kingdom are rude, they have great respect for the brave and fearless, even if the other party is from the enemy camp.

The young general's eyes were grim, and he looked at the crowd from a distance with a spear in his hand, and laughed loudly: "First of all...... I'm not a little general...... I am Yang Zaixing, the vanguard general under Marshal Yue!"

"Also, I'm not here to talk nonsense with you......"

"It turned out to be Yue Fei's subordinate...... "Yu Bu also nodded slightly.

"I've heard that Yue Fei is a man who can fight among the generals of the Southern Dynasty, and I've always wanted to have the opportunity to compete with him......

He didn't finish his words, because the cold spear in Yang Zaixing's hand had already shot again.

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In early spring, the sky is extremely blue, and the afternoon sun is a little strong.

The sunlight shone like a golden light slanting down on the cold spear, reflecting a blinding light.

The cold spear is like snow, and the spear is like the wind.

The tip of the spear was pressed against the heavy shield with great force, and even the heavy armor soldiers who used their bodies to strengthen the shield couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The tip of the spear stopped on the heavy shield for about two seconds, and just when the golden soldier behind the shield thought that the strength of the person with the gun was no more than this, the bright cold iron spear pierced the shield like a sword sharpened like clay, and a gap immediately opened on the surface of the heavy shield.

The tip of the spear did not stop after piercing the shield, but advanced rapidly about a foot before the sound of bones breaking through the skin was heard.

Soon, a dull sound came from behind the shield, and there was no mournful scream of ordinary people in the moment of life and death, like the sound of an ancient bell suddenly in the hot sun.

Yin Hong's blood seeped out from between the thick iron armor and the shield.

The golden soldier who was stabbed by Yang Zaixing's cold spear fell, but the shield was already standing there, presumably someone immediately stepped up again.

Yang Zaixing's cold gaze was a look of pride, but at this moment, there was a trace of admiration for the battlefield performance of the Jin soldiers.

With a slight strain of his hands, the spear shrank back from the thick iron, and then a cold light slashed through the protective ring as strong as the Great Wall, making a screeching sound of pig iron grinding, and the cold spear was removed from the shield

Swept by, bursting out of dazzling sparks.

There is no skill to speak of in this move, but the strength and courage have reached some kind of untouchable peak.

Because of this single move, even if the heavy shield did not break through, the golden soldiers behind the shield could no longer bear it, and many people even fell to the ground after taking a few steps backwards.

Compared with the Song army, the Jin soldiers were already known for their strength, but at this moment, the young general Yang Zaixing chose to break through the iron armor protection of the Jin soldiers in this way.

I naturally understand that courage and boldness on the battlefield are often the changes that occur in an instant.

Yang Zaixing broke the enemy with a spear, and directly passed a golden soldier, picked it up from the crowd, brazenly raised it above his head, and then slammed it out towards the golden soldier.

He also began to discover that this young general was the only brave man he had seen on the battlefield for more than 20 years.

He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy at all, and shouted in a deep voice: "The eagle from between the white mountains and black waters has not yet spread its wings and was frightened by the enemy, have you forgotten the barren and bitter cold life in the north and the eyes of your relatives and parents looking forward to the return of victory?"

His slightly angry shout made the already frightened Jin Bing's heart clear, they were all people who had died on the battlefield several times, and they were naturally brave and not afraid of death, but they were just shocked by Yang Zaixing's courage at that moment.

Dozens of Jin soldiers bravely rushed up and rushed towards Yang Zaixing, the people in front fell in a pool of blood, and the people behind rushed up with corpses.

Yang Zaixing waved the spear in his hand, and although his eyes were still cold, he also began to frown.

He is naturally fearless, but the momentum of the Jin soldiers in front of him is not afraid of death, but most of the Song army does not have, probably this is why the Song army will abandon the city and flee when the enemy army is approaching the city, but the Jin army can die under the city wall from the general to the soldier No one escapes, people are in the city, and the city is dead.

The Jin soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty year after year, and when the sword soldiers arrived, many of the Song soldiers fled in despair, and whenever the Song army wanted to recover a city, the Jin soldiers all swore to resist stubbornly.

It is easy to see from the contest in front of us that the superiority of the two armies is obvious.

In this way, Jin Bing's attention was more focused on Yang Zaixing, and Luo Bei took a breath in the bitter battle, the arrow in his palm passed through the metacarpal bone, and the blood was dripping, but now he was completely numb and began to feel no pain.

I don't know if it was affected by this, Luo Bei's body suddenly stagnated, and then the force in his body that had been supporting him to fight hard was like the tide receding.

At this time, he saw that Yang Zaixing, who was cold on the white horse, was surrounded by many golden soldiers, and in the crowd like an iron bucket, the spear in Yang Zaixing's hand flew up and down like a flexible silver snake, and even the white war horse he sat on seemed to be full of desire for battle.

Blood was flying, like a spring rain in early spring.

The red rain fluttered down, and while moistening the earth, it was also extremely tragic.

This battle seemed to be a massacre, the corpses of the young general Yang Zaixing were strewn all over the field, and the captives were already terrified just by looking at all this, trembling and hiding on the side of the road, even forgetting that they could escape at this moment.

Yang Zaixing is brave, Jin Bing is fearless, this fight lasted until the sun sets, Yang Zaixing's physical strength has been greatly consumed, and there are only dozens of Jin soldiers left of nearly 200 people.

There is only one thing, as a general, he has been sitting on a horse and staring, holding a long knife, but he has never made a move.

He wasn't sure if he could be in Yang Zaixing's handle

He didn't rush to make a move, he needed a moment, a moment to kill.

And now Yang Zaixing is not only colorful, but his strength and sensitivity have also begun to decline.

A light suddenly flashed in his gloomy eyes.

He has always been good at observing, good at finding flaws in small movements, and then taking advantage of the gaps to take advantage of the enemy.

The black war horse under his legs clamped hard, and lightly lifted the reins, the white war horse saw the white war horse unscrupulous in the crowd, and had been waiting patiently for a long time, at this moment, after receiving the master's order, it neighed, and the four hooves stepped on the ground under their feet with a deep hoof print.

He also raised the war horse to kill Yang Zaixing, and the heavy long knife in his hand was held high above his head, which was the momentum of splitting Huashan, and he believed that Yang Zaixing could not resist the power and momentum of his sword at this moment.

After Luo Bei dodged a blade that attacked him, he saw that Hu Buye suddenly launched an attack, and Yang Zaixing was still fighting among the golden soldiers.

He was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but shout loudly: "The general is dangerous!"

Yang Zaixing's side face was instantaneous, and he also saw Luo Bei, and his eyes flashed, but the corners of his mouth seemed to show a smile that he couldn't understand.

At this time, the big knife has arrived, Luo Bei almost wants to close his eyes, if this knife is split, I am afraid that even a stone statue will be split in half.

At that moment, Yang Zaixing swiped lightly on the white war horse with one hand, and the white horse immediately understood what he meant.

The white horse's hooves bent down suddenly, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body and fell to the side.

The white horse took Yang Zaixing and fell sideways, and it was precisely because of this that he made a knife that was already imperative to be taken.

The broadsword castrated extremely quickly, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and his body fell forward.

At the same time, the white horse under Yang Zaixing's body suddenly stood up, and the spear in his hand flashed in the air, and he saw a splash of blood.

He really couldn't imagine that this young general was not only courageous, but also so sharp.

He only felt a cold wind howling in his ears, and then there was a violent roar, and at that moment he seemed to start ringing in his ears.

Yang Zaixing's spear was extremely sharp, and at the moment when he passed by the wrong horse, he could have cut it off the horse, but the fact was that he didn't.

He soon found out that he was still alive, but then there was a pain that went straight to his heart.

He couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his ears and let out a "ah", and the blood flowed from his ears to his cheeks.

The cold spear didn't hurt the fatal place, but it cut off the left ear of the Qi brush.

Yang Zaixing was holding a spear, majestic, with a serious and cold expression on his face.

"No, I won't kill you this time, you go back and tell Jin Wushu, don't bully the Central Plains without heroes, when you see you on the battlefield, I will definitely take your head!"

He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and glanced at Yang Zaixing hatefully, seeing that there were not many more than 200 people left around him, and the blow that he had been waiting for for a long time was also recognized by Yang Zaixing, and he could be said to have lost completely.

He covered his ears with one hand, held a long knife in the other, his eyes fluttered and he glanced at the young general one last time, and turned the horse's head without hesitation.

General Jin also fled north with the remaining guards around him, and could no longer care about the more than 3,000 prisoners.

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