Star Trace Gate

About two miles outside Canyon Road.

Wu Pingnan, the former military commander of the imperial court, looked outside the green mountains with his eyes narrowed sharply. He saw four thousand enemy cavalry galloping, dust flying as they galloped, like two straight beacon lines, heading straight towards his cavalry array.

How do you say something? Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

On horseback, Wu Pingnan only glanced at the enemy's cavalry charging posture and knew he had encountered a powerful enemy.

When the ancients fought, they always emphasized morale.

So what is morale?

When the two armies confront each other, whether one army is timid and determined to repel the enemy can be seen from the movement posture of the army before the two sides come into contact.

The four thousand cavalrymen rushing from the green mountains formed a compact and concentrated formation, and their attack route was straight, just like a long dragon, with the power of thunder.

"Yuyuyu~~!"

In the array, a dozen battle-hardened war horses around them began to leap with their hooves, snorting from their nostrils and making uneasy cries.

On horseback, Wu Pingnan had a stern look on his face, clenched his spear tightly in his right hand, and shouted: "Don't let them join together. Our troops are divided into two lines to meet the enemy."

"drive!"

"Meet the enemy!"

"Kill, kill!"

With the shouts raging, the six thousand cavalry dispersed into two columns and began to gallop towards the enemy.

There is no reason for cavalry to wait for the enemy to attack on the spot. They must run to form a terrifying impact.

Tens of thousands of horses clashed against each other, and the earth trembled.

Only two or three miles away, the two sides collided in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang bang...!"

There were muffled sounds, the two armies gathered, a large number of horses were knocked over, and the bloody fight began.

The veteran Zhang Gui, who rushed from the right, had half of his white hair flying, holding a Guandao, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes showed a ruthless look that crawled out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​fire. Since entering the formation, He never took a step back.

The veterans are indeed getting old. They live in seclusion in mountain villages, carrying water and cutting firewood every day. They look no different from ordinary old men, but as long as they mount their horses and carry their swords, everything they once had will come back. How can you say that you can forget this skill of killing enemies that you have practiced hard for nearly a lifetime?

"Puff puff……!"

Guan Dao swung his sword in a semicircle with great force, and a burst of blood mist flew. Four enemy cavalrymen fell off their horses and died with their spears broken and breastplates cracked.

"drive!"

Zhang Gui held the horse's belly between his legs and held his knife forward.

An enemy soldier from a hundred households rode his horse to meet him and fired a cold shot from the left.

Zhang Gui glanced at him with his peripheral vision, and saw that his old body was extremely flexible at this moment. His body suddenly fell forward, holding the Guandao in his right hand and swinging it downwards.

"Whoosh!"

The gun passed through him.

Zhang Gui's body was extremely relaxed. He picked up the Guandao with one arm and swept it past.

"Pfft, puff!"

The blade of the knife was stained with blood, and the two horse legs were cut straight off.

The war horse neighed in pain, and the hundred households let go of the reins and were about to jump.

"brush!"

In an instant, the sword suddenly lifted up and struck his forehead.

Baihu raised his gun above his head, trying to protect his vitals.

"puff!"

The knife fell, the gun was broken, Baihu's body was split into two sections, and his head was smashed alive.

Zhang Gui didn't look at him anymore, he just shouted loudly: "My son is going to chop down the flag!"

"Tap tap...!"

Next to them, Zhang Gui's eldest son rode by on horseback, holding a heavy ax. After killing more than a dozen soldiers in a row, he rushed into the formation of a hundred households.

The hundred households faced the enemy with guns, and the two sides clashed back and forth three times. Zhang Gui's eldest son chopped off his head with an axe, and cut off the enemy's two flags, causing chaos in the enemy's formation.

……

left.

Er Leng and Tao Wenyuan led two thousand cavalry and entered the enemy's formation.

On horseback, Er Leng held the famous sword Yao Yue and rode alone to face more than a dozen enemy riders. The two sides collided and spears came like raindrops.

"Shua...!"

The messy shadow of the knife swayed around Er Leng, and the crisp sound of metal collision resounded one after another.

In the blink of an eye, Er Leng rushed out of the encirclement and killing formation alone. The ground behind them was full of broken weapons. The corpses of more than ten enemy riders had fallen under the horses, with hot blood flowing out.

His knife was too fast. He could only hear the sound, but it was difficult to catch its shadow.

Many soldiers who were originally planning to surround and kill Er Leng, after seeing his bravery, could not help but feel frightened and rode their horses to avoid him.

Er Leng held the knife on his right shoulder and stared at Wu Pingnan who was fighting not far away. He clamped the horse's belly between his legs and charged straight towards him.

He left his hometown when he was young and followed the old King Huai to Qingliang Mansion. Here, he can eat well, have warm clothes to wear, and see how high the sky is and how wide the earth is.

Whenever he stands next to Zhu Zigui, the young king of Huai, he will also be respectfully called Hong Weiwei.

A few years ago, my old father passed away, which coincided with King Huai's expedition to southern Xinjiang.

When the old prince heard about this, he knew that it was too late for Er Leng to rush back to his hometown immediately, so he ordered someone to take care of his father's funeral for him.

The old man, who had never left the countryside or war-torn land in his life, fell asleep in a heavy coffin before his death. Listening to the mournful music played for three days, the coffin was carried by a column of blue-armored soldiers and carried into the newly built coffin. In the grave.

What an honor this is in the middle of nowhere?

Before leaving, my mother was old and could no longer work. King Huai ordered people to reward her with money and arranged for servants to serve her.

As far as the old prince is concerned, he only has one thug and can be rewarded with money and land, so why bother?

But he did it, and he did it in every detail.

Therefore, after his death, there will still be three hundred royalists, and there will still be so many people who are willing to go through fire and water for his son.

Hong Jiadi, a poor boy from southern Xinjiang, has only practiced one kind of sharp sword during his more than ten years in the palace... and that is the sharp sword that always stands next to his childhood playmate Zhu Zigui.

Take out the sheath and kill!

Hong Jia Di came from a small mountain village, a place that even the southern barbarian tribes were unwilling to plunder. He has a very low self-esteem and always feels that his talent is dull and not suitable for martial arts training, but he must work hard. Since you are not a genius, walk slowly and focus on one thing, so that you can be a useful person in the palace.

More than ten years have passed, and the sweat he shed under the scorching sun fell to pieces on the ground drop by drop...

When he looked up again, he could hardly find an opponent in the entire Qingliang Mansion.

In the battlefield, the little orange, who was all white and extremely handsome, was running wildly.

On horseback, Er Leng carried a sword, stared at Wu Pingnan in the formation, and shouted with a thunderous momentum: "I am Hong Jiadi, the bodyguard of King Huai, Wu Pingnan, do you dare to fight with me?!"

With thunderous shouts, Wu Pingnan, who had just killed several people, suddenly turned his head to look at Er Leng, and instantly felt a sharp murderous aura coming towards him.

……

The Chinese army is in formation.

"It's in chaos, General Wu's army is in chaos." A general looked solemnly at the four thousand cavalry commanded by Er Leng and others, who were rampaging to separate Wu Pingnan's cavalry array.

Flags were cut off one after another, the array began to become chaotic, and a small number of broken troops were retreating.