The cavalry were like wooden stakes by the Ming army with the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and Wen Sen, who rushed forward, was shocked and angry, after swallowing Yang Zhi's flying small sword, in the roar, he had already rushed into the battlefield on horseback, and the iron spear carried an afterimage in the air, stabbing straight at the Ming soldiers in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

What Vincent didn't expect was that the guy who looked like he was just a small soldier actually caught his full force shot in anger, and the tip of the spear was accurately locked on the mace's hideous teeth. With a flick of his wrist, the tooth-wrenching sound of steel grinding, the mace's teeth snapped, and Vincent drew his spear.

The black shadow flashed in front of him, two maces on the left and on the right, whistling with a huge wind, and the soldiers of the Ming army who had just been twisted off by him roared and jumped up, and the mace smashed from the top of Mount Tai in the air.

The spear stabbed out left and right like lightning, and the two maces were swung far away, and the strength of these two Ming soldiers was obviously lower than the first one he encountered, but it was by no means an ordinary level. Vincent's heart sank, could it be that all of the three hundred Ming troops had such a level? No, it can't be, they rushed to the front row, and there must be only a few of them.

Thinking so in his head, he didn't dare to slack off in his hands, the pressure brought by the mace that hit him a little sour, his arms were raised, the spear met the mace, there was a loud bang, the barrel made of fine iron was suddenly deformed, Vincent's hands and arms were sore, and the worst thing was the war horse under the crotch, unable to sink such a huge blow, with a wail, all four hooves were broken, and he fell to the ground.

Vincent's body jumped backwards, and the spear shook left and right, swinging the mace that struck again on the left and right, and the man had already retreated a few steps like lightning, and his face was full of horror.

On the opposite side, more soldiers with maces in their hands had lined up to rush towards him, and in the moments he had just fought, his cavalry had all finished, and the Ming army had re-lined up, and the maces were raised diagonally above their heads, and they were neatly pressing.

In just a moment, his two hundred cavalry ceased to exist, and behind the Ming army, the empty horses on the saddle were standing helplessly in place or wandering aimlessly, their masters already lying in a pool of blood.

The most unacceptable thing for Vincent was that he defeated his two hundred cavalry, but the price paid by the Ming army was very small, he could see that there were three or five Ming troops on the opposite side dragging their wounded companions to one side, adding up to only a dozen people.

Peng Zhihai looked at Wen Sen with a look of horror with a sneer, the other party is a general, even if it is just a tooth general, but if he is killed, it is also a second-class great achievement, and his martial arts cultivation is lower than that of the other party, but as long as he adds two companions to cooperate, he can kill the opponent. glanced at the mace, which was missing several teeth, and the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

There was a wind in front of him, Yang Zhi appeared in front of him with a black sword, on the face of the black sword, the last wisp of blood was slowly sliding down, no matter how many people were killed, this black sword could always leave not a drop of blood on the sword, Peng Zhihai, who knew the goods, was envious in his heart, this black sword was probably made of the legendary Xuantie.

Seeing Yang Zhi staring at Vincent, Peng Zhihai couldn't help but say, "He's mine!" ”

Yang Zhi snorted, "There's no time to fight with them, you commanded and destroyed their infantry, after this battle, everyone will have a second-class merit." ”

Hearing Yang Zhi's words, Peng Zhihai was overjoyed, it was easier to clean up those small soldiers than to fight Vincent, anyway, the final credit was the same, who didn't fight the same.

"Follow me!"

He roared and walked a little bigger.

Before him, Yang Zhi had already dragged his big sword and pounced on Vincent.

Vincent didn't have to look back, he could feel the panic of the soldiers behind him, the two hundred cavalry were wiped out in an instant, and the shock to these infantry was that the fear was incomprehensible, and now it was three hundred tigers and wolves pounced on the eight hundred lambs, and as a result, he could figure it out with his buttocks.

Winning was already a delusion, and now he had only one thought in his mind, escape.

But staring at him was a ninth-level master, and without the help of his companions, it would be easier said than done to escape. He turned around and ran towards the spur, and at this time the desire to survive was extremely strong, and the distance of this sweep was much higher than his real level.

The cold light flashed in front of him, and a small sword stabbed head-on, it was this move again, this elusive little sword would always appear at the most critical moment, Wen Sen's forward momentum was immediately frustrated, shaking the gun and flying the small sword, but his heart was a warning omen, Huo Ran turned around, and a black and heavy sword was silently chopped down.

Vincent's hairs stood on end, and he knew very well in his heart that he was entangled by a ninth-level master, and without the help of his companions, his hope of survival was quite slim. Frightened to the extreme, he forgot what life and death were, for a while, he was angry from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts, and in the roar, he shook his gun to meet Yang Zhi.

The guns and swords struck each other, and the guns snapped into two pieces, and Wen Sen held one in each hand, and actually threw himself at Yang Zhi with his life and death.

"That's kind of fun!" Yang Zhi laughed and greeted him.

There is no suspense in the battle. At the beginning, Vincent's escape completely dispelled the last bit of confidence of the Qi army, Peng Zhihai rushed into the 800 Qi army with 300 hungry wolves, harvesting human lives like chopping melons and vegetables, and in a few breaths, the 800 Qi army had been scattered, and there were fugitives everywhere.

But the Qi army gathered together still had the strength to resist and fled separately, but the birthday star was hanged, thinking that his life was long, and the three hundred thieves happily began to pursue, as if they had returned to the time when they robbed the merchants, wantonly chasing and killing those poor merchants and bodyguards.

The bodies of Qi soldiers were lying everywhere, and when Peng Zhihai came back with a bloody mace, he saw Yang Zhi sitting on a slain war horse, and in front of him, Vincent was lying on the ground silently, with a big hole in his chest.

"Cut off this guy's head, let's send it to Yu Qing." Yang Zhi smiled, "Tell the brothers, catch one alive so that you can be a messenger for us." ”

A lucky injured but not dead Qi soldier was brought to Yang Zhi, looking at the trembling Qi army, Yang Zhi smiled and said, "Can you ride a horse?" ”

The soldier nodded desperately.

Yang Zhi snapped his fingers, and a horse was led to the wounded soldier, with a head hanging on the saddle, seeing the face of the head, the wounded soldier's legs were weak, and he slipped straight to the ground, and Peng Zhihai on the side lifted him up.

"Ride this horse and give this head to you General Yu to bring back, well, he should be in the stone forest now, know the way, right? Tell him that if he surrenders early, he can still live, otherwise this guy will be his role model. Yang Zhi laughed and waved.

Peng Zhihai picked up the wounded soldier, threw it on the horse's back, and slapped his palm on the horse's stock: "Get out of here!" ”

The war horse spun in circles, and then ran lifelessly into the distance.

"Peng Zhihai, have you counted it, and how many war horses have you captured?" Yang Zhi asked.

"General Yang, in the early hundreds, the brothers began to work harder, and they didn't think about it so much, and many times they were killed with people and horses." Peng Zhihai said.

"What about our casualties?"

"Fortunately, more than a dozen of them died, they themselves were not good at their own skills, they couldn't complain about others, they were injured more than twenty, these twenty or so can't continue to fight, and the rest even if they have a little injury, it doesn't have a big impact."

"Twenty wounded people stayed here to clean up the battlefield, those brothers who died in the battle buried Luo on the spot without relatives and no reason, and those who had relatives in Izumo County brought their bodies back." Yang Zhi stood up, "For the rest, follow me to copy Yu Qing's lair, more than a hundred horses, right?" Then let the brothers ride, and if there is no horse, run with it, change every ten miles, and we will rush to Leye County as quickly as possible. Yang Zhi commanded.

"Yes, General." After a while, more than 100 Ming soldiers got on their horses, and the others were ready to run away with the horse's tail, Peng Zhihai brought a horse to Yang Zhi upside down, but Yang Zhi rolled his eyes, "Lao Tzu still needs a horse?" Give the brothers a ride, hurry up, let's go. ”

Dropping these words, Yang Zhi had already spread his legs and ran forward.

Looking at Yang Zhi's back, Peng Zhihai threw the horse to another soldier and shouted, "You ride first." He carried a mace and chased after Yang Zhi.

Ten miles came in a blink of an eye, and immediately the Ming army flew off the horse, and the soldiers who were running with the horse jumped up, and the speed did not decrease at all, and they galloped all the way towards Leye County.

"Damn, in the future, Lao Tzu will definitely get one of you a horse to ride." Yang Zhi looked at the dust in the sky and said fiercely to Peng Zhihai beside him.

"We don't give birth to horses?" Peng Zhihai, who was running wildly, didn't want to say it like Yang Zhi, so he adjusted his breath and replied.

"You know a, huh? We will have a place to produce horses soon, and I will tell you that the Qin people have lost tens of thousands of our horses this time, and I will go to the military department to ask for some when I go back. Yang Zhi said.

"General, we have won the battle here, there will be no problems over there in the safflower set, right? If that side loses, let's go and copy the music industry, and they run to copy our Izumo castles, then it's bad! Peng Zhihai was a little worried.

"Fart, Zhang Xuzhi will take a thousand people to fight against Zhou Huai'an with a thousand people, if he loses, the sun will come out of the west." Yang Zhi said lightly. "Look, I'm afraid that at this time, Zhou Huai'an's head is also being sent to the stone forest!"

Zhou Huai'an's head was not sent to the stone forest, he was riding a horse alone and escaping in the direction of the stone forest, his 1,000 soldiers, all of them were left in the red flower set, becoming a cold number above the Ming army's merit book, he escaped alone, and was shot by Zhang Xuzhi on the buttocks.

In Honghuatao, Zhang Xuzhi straightened out the men and horses, and was also driving in the direction of the stone forest, compared to Yang Zhi's easy victory, the price he paid was much greater, and he withdrew from the battle sequence with 300 casualties, and completely annihilated the 1,000 Qi army of Honghuatao.