Chapter 109 Mai defeated Zhaowu in a battle, and the wind howled and shook the palace

The horses galloped and the hooves rumbled.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the cavalry had clearly appeared in Zheng Hu's eyes.

"It's the Mai Army! Array! The pikemen rush forward, and the sword and shield hands escort!"

Zheng Hu roared, and the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion under his command immediately rushed forward, the spearman with his spear on the ground, the sword and shield hand on the side, and looked nervously ahead. At the same time, Zheng Hu beat the messenger snare drum on the side.

Directly ahead, there were hundreds of horsemen riding horses, and in the distance, hundreds of people pulled out their short spears at the same time, and a burst of flying spears shot into the sky between their hands.

"Raise your shield!"

Zheng Hu yelled.

The sword and shield man hurriedly propped up his shield, and a dense rain of guns shot down.

There were less than forty soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion guarding the palace gate, and the number of sword and shield hands was even smaller.

A terrible scream rang out, and the gun shield array suddenly revealed a gap.

Zheng Hu was shocked, he had long heard that the Mai Army was powerful, and when he saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. He knew that these soldiers under his command alone could not stop the charge of hundreds of cavalry, but behind the palace gate, the cavalry accelerated and could not resist, he had to stifle the momentum of the Mai army's charge here at the palace gate, and strive for victory for the brothers in the palace.

The moment Mai Jun's short spear was thrown, he pulled out the horse chopping knife on his waist, facing the morning sun, the snow was bright, and the killing intent was Ling Ran.

"Steady!" In a hurry, Zheng Hu only had time to shout out two words.

"Boom", in the blink of an eye, the Mai Army had already slammed into the gun array.

The spear pierced the horse's neck, and the two knights on the horse rolled out, and before they could stand up, they were slashed to pieces by the sword and shield men.

At the front, a dozen or so swords swung down, the spear broke, and the powerful blade split the spear-wielding soldier in half.

In the first confrontation, more than a dozen people from both sides died tragically on the spot.

And the two sides make a judgment!

In the face of the Mai Army, which was as powerful as a rainbow and famous for its combat power, the Zhaowu Battalion was almost crushed like a wither, and with just one charge, nearly half of the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion were killed.

Then the two sides fought each other in close combat!

In this battle, the Zhaowu Battalion, which was inferior in numbers, fell into disadvantage again.

The combat power of the soldiers of the Mai Army is far better than that of ordinary soldiers, and the horse chopping knife is heavier and longer than the standard horse chopping knife. Even if the sword and shield men of the Zhaowu Battalion were protected by shields, they couldn't stop the heavy slashing of the Mai Army, let alone the spearmen who were armed with spears and had no protection.

The hand-to-hand combat turned into a one-sided massacre, and the guards at the palace gate became precarious.

Although he had long heard of the horror of the Mai Army, as the carrying force of the Fourth Army in Beijing, he also had enough confidence in the combat power of the Zhaowu Battalion. However, only now did he know that the gap between the two sides was so big!

Seeing his subordinates being wantonly killed like chopping melons and vegetables, Zheng Hu roared with blood

, standing in front of the palace gate. With his arms rounded, he cut a Mai soldier in front of him in half with his horse and a man, and under the splash of blood, Zheng Hu suddenly became a bloody man.

"Kill!" Zheng Hu is infinitely powerful, with the giant axe, vertical and horizontal, as unstoppable as a killing god, in just a few breaths, there are as many as five Mai soldiers who died under his axe. The Mai Army's attack on the palace gate was suddenly choked.

"Bang" was another loud bang, the giant axe and the horse chopping knife collided, and the Mai sergeant on the horse was bombarded by Zheng Hu's giant axe and flew out upside down, and blood sprayed wildly in mid-air.

In the Mai formation, a figure rushed out obliquely, and the horse chopping knife in his hand danced in a gust of wind and slashed towards Zheng Hu's neck. Zheng Hu dodged and dodged, and the giant axe pushed back, and the gold and stone resonated. To Zheng Hu's surprise, the other party actually withstood his attack. Zheng Hu immediately knew that he had met a master in the Mai army.

There are a total of 500 people in the Mai Army, each hundred people are a battalion, in addition to the leader Wang Zheng, there are also five captains, these five people are all peerless masters who have experienced a hundred battles, and the leader of the Mai Army who stormed the palace is one of them, "Lingyun Knife" Mu Xiongfei, that is, the person who fought with Zheng Hu at this moment.

In the fight just now, no one got any benefits. Zheng Hu is now alone, relying on a fierce force, and if he misses a blow, he immediately slashes the round battle axe again. His martial arts path is a hegemonic character, he never retreats from battlefield battles, and he does not reserve every shot. This blow, the axe is accompanied by the sound of the wind, and the hidden thunder is visible.

Mu Xiongfei did not retreat and met his head. With a pull on the reins, the war horse man under his crotch stood up, and with the momentum of a thousand jun, the horse slashing knife was swung down again.

"Hum. The horse chopping knife and the giant axe collided again, and the energy was agitated, and a rippled energy suddenly shot out, rolling up a burst of sand and gravel.

The swords and axes held each other, and there was a gurgling and screeching sound.

"Drink!" The two of them roared at the same time, reinforced, and with a bang, the gas exploded, Zheng Hu's mouth hurt, and he stumbled, and he took two steps back, and was already far away from the palace gate. Mu Xiongfei neighed in pain from the war horse under his crotch, and fell to the ground with a bang, and Mu Xiongfei fell to the ground.

"My lord, the palace gate has been lowered!"

Not far away, as the last soldier of the Zhaowu Battalion slowly fell to the ground, the army guarding the palace gate was completely annihilated. The Mai army regrouped in formation, the eight sergeants dismounted and pushed together, and the gate of the Nanqi Palace slowly opened.

Mu Xiongfei raised his saber and said in a cold voice: "The whole battalion obeys the order, immediately rush into the palace, and gallop to the aid of the governor!

"No!" the Mai army roared in unison, and without the slightest hesitation, they rode their horses and charged.

"Don't think!" Zheng Hu roared, and he was about to block it, but a gust of wind sounded behind his ears, and Zheng Hu could only turn around to resist. The swords and axes intersected again, and the two of them parted with a touch, standing opposite each other.

Mu Xiongfei slashed the saber across his chest, and said in a cold voice: "Your opponent is me!"

Zheng Hu turned his head to look at the Mai Army who had gone away, spat fiercely, and turned his head to look at Mu Xiongfei, the light in his eyes was as bloodthirsty and cruel as a wild wolf seeing its prey.

However, his prey is not a tame sheep, but a cheetah with sharp claws.

"Kill!"

"Fight!"

The bodies of the wolf and the cheetah flashed and collided violently.

The sound of the "Dong Dong Dong" messenger snare drum was clear and loud, reaching the ears of everyone in the Chaoyang Palace.

Chu Xinyuan slashed the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion in front of him with a single sword, and shouted: "Reinforcements have arrived!

At this sound, the morale of Yuwen's party immediately flourished, and on the originally precarious defensive line, all the generals rose up to spare their strength, and the desire to survive allowed them to stimulate their extraordinary potential, and immediately suppressed the offensive of the Zhaowu battalion.

While the morale of Yuwen's party was booming, Cheng Younian's brows gradually wrinkled. Originally, in his plan, the Zhaowu battalion could quickly strangle Yuwen and his party, and then he could take the momentum of wind and thunder and his allies to subdue all the hostile forces involved in Jingzhong. Out of self-confidence, he just summoned a group of people from the Zhaowu Battalion, who would have thought that there would be a Yuan Sage Wang Zheng on the way, and the force value of Yuwen's party was too strong, so he actually delayed the war and postponed it to this day.

Now the messenger snare drum at the gate of the palace is even more of a booster, so that the battle situation that has already seen hope is reversed again, this accident, one after another, cast a shadow on Cheng Younian's heart, making him faintly feel a trace of unease.

Cheng Younian, whose face was gloomy, didn't see it, behind him, Yang Yunxiu's eyes were mixed with a strange light, looking at the giant hourglass in the corner of the main hall, a complicated expression flashed on his face.

Outside the Chaoyang Palace, the sound of killing shouts could already be faintly heard, and the Mai army that rushed into the palace had already started a battle with the Zhaowu camp that remained outside.

These two military horses, one is the pro-army under the command of Cheng Younian, a well-deserved combat force in the four armies of the capital, and the other is a legendary army with amazing achievements and a great reputation. The two armies are like two fierce tigers, a mountain is intolerable, and they can only fight for life and death.

It is said that the most accurate standard for testing an army is actual combat, and the battle between the Zhaowu Battalion and the Mai Army illustrates this point. Yuwen Junxun's soldiers and horses are all border troops stationed at the border all the year round, and they participated in the Three Kingdoms War in the early years, which can be described as a division of a hundred battles tempered in blood, and the Mai Army is the top group of elites. Although the Zhaowu Battalion is also a rare strong army, with strict training and strict military discipline, after all, it is in the land of Gyeonggi, lacking the tempering of blood and fire.

Although the number is at a disadvantage, it is Yuwen Junxun's Mai Iron Rider who has the upper hand.

Zheng Hu's previous arraignment made the Zhaowu Battalion prepare in advance. They knew that the most tricky thing under Yuwen Junxun's command was the Mai Army, so as soon as they heard the messenger snare drum, they built a simple wooden frame to act as a horse rejection post. This greatly reduced the power of the Mai Army's charge.

But even so, it still failed to prevent the defeat of the Zhaowu Battalion.

Just a round of charge, the Mai army used the lives of more than a dozen soldiers in the front to crash into the rejection of the horse, destroying all the simple rejection horses in front of the formation, and then, the rear team showed no signs of slowing down, ruthlessly stepped on several Mai soldiers who had not yet died, and inserted it fiercely

Enter the military formation of the Zhaowu camp.

Although the power of the charge was not as strong as before due to the influence of the rejection of the horse, the Mai army, which was extremely powerful, was still like a devastating version of the enemy's military formation, and it had heavily chiseled through the battle formation of the Zhaowu battalion.

The charging cavalry can be called an infantry's nightmare. In this blow alone, the Zhaowu battalion lost nearly a third of its men and horses, while only a dozen people of the Mai army were killed. The remaining soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion were frightened and gathered in a hurry, and they only had time to set up a loose formation, and the Mai Iron Cavalry, who had turned their horses' heads, had already launched a second round of charge.

This time, the ill-prepared and frightened Zhaowu Battalion suffered even greater casualties, and this time they only inflicted a few losses on the Mai Army.

At the beginning, there were about 200 Zhaowu battalions left outside Chaoyangdian, of which 50 were responsible for guarding the Feilong Guard, who had surrendered, and more than 150 were responsible for blocking the Mai army.

After two rounds of charges by the Mai Army, the sergeants of the Zhaowu Battalion on the battlefield were sharply reduced to about fifty, which means that the Mai Army only paid the price of more than 20 people, and killed hundreds of enemies, and the battle losses on both sides reached almost five to one.

After two rounds of charge, the more than 60 horsemen led by him did not pause and charged again. This time, the Zhaowu Battalion finally collapsed. The remaining soldiers no longer had the slightest intention to fight, and fled in all directions.

The Mai army galloped on their horses, and the swords in their hands rose one after another, and the soldiers of the Zhaowu Battalion who were blocking the road were killed one after another. In this way, the Mai army was like a rainbow and rushed up the imperial steps leading to the Chaoyang Palace.

In the Chaoyang Palace, the ministers of Southern Qi who witnessed everything were suddenly dumbfounded.

(End of chapter)