Drunk King and Minister

On the endless plain, the autumn wind was bitter, and it howled even more fiercely in front of the bloodstained arms all over the ground.

The two armies mingled fiercely, and it was already difficult to tell you and me apart.

The screams of killing were accompanied by screams, echoing on the plain.

The thick smell of blood is suffocating.

The wailing and the sword shadow scattered in the wind, such a tragedy didn't seem to affect the two people in the formation at all.

The two men faced each other at a distance of more than ten meters. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around the two of them, separating the chaotic crowd of people fighting around.

The soft gauze black scarf on Chen Qian's head was stuck to her forehead, the silver-white armor on the green brocade jacket gleamed coldly in the sun, the leather straps around her waist were tightly wrapped around her narrow waist, and the front and rear heart protection The iron armor was black and shiny, and the eight-point long spear in his hand was motionless, only the tip was sharp.

The man on the opposite side had a pig iron tiger helmet on his head, and a pair of armor made of iron plates in front of him. He was wearing a black gold-dotted jacket with a pair of bronze dark armor, but he was holding a three-pointed double-edged steel knife in his hand.

Zheng Cheng stared at the man across from him, suppressing the trace of timidity in his heart.

This man, he never expected to appear on the battlefield.

Two days ago, in order to prevent Chen Qian from going north for reinforcements, he had already set up an ambush in Yingzuijian. He didn't want the man to escape unharmed and spread the news that he was seriously injured.

Zheng Cheng dubiously saw Chen Baxian's army retreating indistinctly, he finally thought it was true and rushed forward, but he was ambushed.This man suddenly appeared and led the troops to set up an ambush. In the end, they lost two generals, nearly ten thousand troops.

The situation in the past few days is not optimistic.

He dared not lose this battle.

The person in front of him moved.

Zheng Cheng clenched his hands and was on high alert, observing the opponent's movements.

Unexpectedly, Chen Qian tore off the jug hanging on the leather strap with her left hand, and poured the strong and sweet wine into her throat in one gulp. .

Chen Qian threw the flagon in her hand casually, and the moment the flagon fell to the ground, the two of them moved at the same time.

The spear in Chen Qian's hand flashed coldly, and she took Zheng Cheng's head straight like a swimming dragon. Zheng Cheng's broadsword met Chen Qian's spear straight, and the moment they were about to collide, the spear circled around strangely. Bending, a dazzling bright red streaked across Zheng Cheng's wrist, Zheng Cheng hurriedly returned the knife and rushed straight at the handle of the spear, intending to cut off the handle of the spear, but Chen Qian picked up the spear, brushed past, and the wind blew again. Like lightning, it pierced Zheng Cheng's wide-open heart.Zheng Cheng hurriedly turned sideways to avoid Chen Qian's sharp blow.

The two fought fiercely, and before they knew it, it had been nearly a hundred rounds.

Zheng Cheng was gradually exhausted, but Chen Qian still looked capable of handling the battle.

The spear rushed straight down and collided with Zheng Cheng's broadsword, making a piercing scream.

Zheng Cheng's mouth was numb, and the wound on his wrist had been getting bigger and bigger during the battle. The dark red blood formed a lump on the black sleeve, and the color could not be seen clearly.

But Chen Qian's offensive did not decrease at all, the spear was firmly stuck and pressed down between the two blades of Zheng Cheng's sword. Suddenly, Chen Qian let go of her hand, and the whole person quickly took two steps back, and the spear in her right hand flew to hold the flower. Dazzling silver flowers.Zheng Cheng staggered, his arms were sore, and he couldn't move the heavy sword for a while.But Chen Qian didn't give him a chance to breathe. The spear turned around and pierced Zheng Cheng's abdomen.

The spearhead that passed through was bright red with blood.

With a change in Chen Qian's footsteps, she pulled out her spear, flashed an arc in the air, and splashed a stream of blood across the sky, like the setting sun at dusk.

Zheng Cheng didn't dare to love to fight any more, he made a feint move with his big knife, and retreated.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Chen Qian's mouth, and she rushed forward, jumped up, and shot at Zheng Cheng with a spear that was as fast as lightning and with full force.

Zheng Cheng let out a scream, but was shot through by the spear, and staggered to the ground.

Chen Qian stepped forward with a blank expression, kicked up the big knife that fell from Zheng Cheng's hand, and landed firmly in his hand.

Chen Qian finished Zheng Cheng with a quick knife, and cut off his head, which was still wearing a tiger-head iron helmet.

With deep eyes and no trace of emotion, he lifted Zheng Cheng's wide-eyed head high with his right hand, and his voice was like a bell: "Your general is dead, do you still want to resist? Surrender quickly, and spare your life!" "

The blood-stained silver armor is dazzling in the chaotic army.