Chapter 299: The Taoist sect and Buddhism, fighting against the gods, and fighting with the cold and muddy of the gourd mouth
The two armies strangled each other, all of which were immediately verified by the high and low life and death, and rushed past. Apart from the several horses and the outstanding lieutenants, who did not abandon their spears, kept killing the enemy cavalry while rushing forward, but it was impossible to say that a cavalry was moving forward slowly and surrounded by dozens of cavalrymen, allowing him to sweep his spears, and it was even more impossible to turn around and fight for dozens of rounds because of encountering an enemy general with equal strength. There is only one exception. There is still a huge hollow circle in the middle of this long front. When the boy in black jumped up in the air, he slapped a thin old man with no weapons on his chest and landed on the ground with a bang. Then he was intercepted and fought by Eighteen riders, horseback or dismounted. As long as a general in his own hands is in the battle, he has always been a striking figure destined to be subjected to a tide offensive in the Spring and Autumn Period. Near such characters, they become a large chopping board, with flesh and blood corpses stacked layer by layer. After leading his army into Beimang, Xu Longxiang, who was deliberately targeted and blocked in Wazhu, was not truly stopped until today.
The old man in green clothes is Gong Pu, who is under the same man as Tibingshan. He has a strong internal strength and has proved martial arts with the mountain master for many years. The other seventeen cavalry are all brave men who fight against a hundred, not to mention that there are more than forty Tubingshan Penglai Pedalo slaves. They are all nine feet tall and are as powerful as oxen. After practicing martial arts, they are immersed in the medicine tank and tempered to the realm of being called the pseudo-Vajra. It’s a pity that when I met Xu Longxiang, who was born with a Vajra, would be dismembered as long as the boy was torn to pieces. In the big circle, there were more than a dozen Penglainu who were missing arms and legs lying down. At this time, Xu Longxiang ignored the swordsman of a Tibingshan stabbed the back, pierced through the heart of a slave carrying a tripod, slowly pulled out his heart, and threw it on the ground; the sharp sword stabbed the back of a boy in black, and the middle-aged swordsman was shocked. This son clearly did not rely on his energy to float all over his body to resist the sharp weapon. He had been immersed in his sword for thirty years, and was quite conceited that he stabbed the boy’s back with one sword. No matter how he added the sword energy, he could not enter the slightest bit of flesh. The boy in black was extremely slow when he was slow, and he was faster when he was fast. He thought that the long green sword was not good enough, so he leaned back and took the initiative to lean towards the tip of the sword lingering in the green light. Without waiting for the swordsman to abandon the sword, a famous sword in the world would bend in an instant and then break. The young man was relying on him too quickly. Not only did the sword break, but his whole body was knocked away, his chest was shattered and he fell backwards and fell into the loess, and he could not die again.
The black tiger roared to the sky, and held the vague corpse of a giant Penglai man under his claws. With a light hook, it smashed the corpse, soaked the blood in yellow sand.
The black tiger pounced on the next burly man closest to him.
Gong Pu, who was not in a hurry to wink with the boy in black, shouted angrily: “A villain!”
Heihu was beaten by Gong Pu on the waist and flew out sideways. After landing, he still slid out five or six feet away. He shook his head and stood up. A horse-car lifted the Bingshan warrior poked the gun with a spear, and the long spear stabbed the back one foot. He felt no pain, and his feet were sinking into the ground. After accumulating strength, he even culled with his people and horses. He rode with a gun.The black tiger under Qi Xuanjie’s seat bit off his waist, which was shocking. The god-sacred beast who was knocked down at the Demon-Slaying Platform recognized the master of the young man in black, swung his whip’s tail as hard as iron, and cut a blood groove from head to chest behind Penglainu, and then threw forward another giant man who was fearless. The latter’s face was flushed and supported the black tiger’s mouth, preventing it from getting down. The black tiger’s entire head smashed down, breaking the giant man’s arm and smashing his head into the soil.
Gong Pu, who was full of anger, ran to the scene and kicked the black tiger away again, and rolled down more than a dozen cavalrymen who were both Liangmang.
Xu Longxiang ignored the war on Heihu. He seemed to be sweeping his arms casually and cut off a swordsman in the middle. He pulled his upper body, spun an arc, and smashed a giant man with a tripod to pieces. An elderly swordsman with a dull face, sword Ruli Yu, stabbed each sword on the barefoot boy. He used the tip of the sword to rebound and retreated a few feet, and returned back and forth, dazzled, and in an instant, there were more than ninety swords, with no missing hands, feet, head, head, cheek, heart, mouth and abdomen. A series of sounds of metal and stone fighting were extremely crisp and extraordinary. The old swordsman tried to find the life gate of this crazy boy. When he pressed his sword against his eyebrows, he saw the young demon who was chasing Beimang Luoyang grinning, and then he wanted to take advantage of the slightest twitch of the sword body to restore the sword. He then took a step, and let the young man who rushed in front of him punch the left ear. The old man’s hastily luck offset seven or eight points of murderous intent, but due to the huge force, his body was off the ground like a backward planting onion. Xu Longxiang held his feet and poked downwards to the ground, like throwing a spear into the ground. The famous kendo master squeezed his head out of sight, and his chest was equal to the yellow sand. Xu Longxiang gently kicked the master of swordsmanship and caught a glimpse of the master’s own sword. He hesitated for a moment, bent down to pick it up, threw it gently, and pressed it against the hilt of the sword. The closed palms were broken into countless pieces. He held the sword piece in both hands, raised his eyes and saw two swordsmen who were left alone. His figures were suddenly scattered, scaring the two of them to death. They didn’t care about the famous swordsman and ran wildly. One was not fast enough and was swung his cheek by the black-clothed boy, his mouth was covered with fragments, and his face was beyond recognition. The great swordsman died of being fed by the sword piece, which was extremely desolate and funny. Another swordsman escaped because of the giant Penglai man who went to death, but he was already broken and had no intention of fighting. Regardless of whether he was severely punished by the Shibingshan afterwards, he quickly retreated backwards and disappeared into the cavalry.
Xu Longxiang was bloodthirsty and tore off a giant man. She was about to find her next target, but was knocked by Gong Pu’s shoulder rest with a few steps. Gong Pu was furious and rushed forward, taking big steps, one pit, and his fists ripped apart the air, wrapped in wind and sand, and gave the young man a bold blow. Xu Longxiang kicked Zhonggong Pu on the shoulder with both feet off the ground. Both of them retreated, slid a distance of more than ten feet apart, and stopped their bodies at the same time. The two of them collided like the cavalry of the two armies. Gong Pu hit the boy’s forehead with a punch, and the boy punched him in his chest, with the two as the center of the circle, and a large circle of yellow sand drifted outwards wildly.
Xu LongThe elephant spits out a mouthful of blood, and hits the palm of his left hand with his right fist, raising a grim smile.
Two wipes of blood oozed from Gong Pu’s nostrils, which were gently wiped away by him.
Once more than 10,000 troops were deployed, the entire army fought to the death until the war between a soldier and a soldier, and there was no historical record before the Spring and Autumn Period. In the Spring and Autumn Period, only the concubine’s tomb was fought, and Yuan Zuozong, who was the second-ranked warrior, left him alone. He dragged the most elite and majestic 40,000 heavy armored cavalry of Western Chu with 16,000 light cavalry, which made the Xu family army, who was not yet known as the Northern Liang army at that time, complete the strategic siege of Western Chu, forcing the combat power of Western Chu to completely shrink on the entire line, and eventually led to the Western Wall Battle, which was known as the battle of the Spring and Autumn Period. In that battle, the sixteen soldiers guarding Baixiong Yuan Zuozong on the tomb of the concubine were all ordinary soldiers, because more than thirty generals of the school were already dead. At the beginning of that battle, Yuan Zuozong led the way, from cavalry to infantry battle, killing 16 enemy generals, and killing more than 170 enemy cavalry with one silver gun. If Chen Zhibao had not led troops to rescue him, Yuan Zuozong would have been destined to die in the concubine’s tomb. When Chen Zhibao in white walked to the grave, Yuan Zuozong stood with his gun in his hands, his body covered in blood, and his face was so blood was so dirty that he could not see him.
Generally speaking, if the loss of military power reaches one-third, the morale of the army will begin to collapse. In the Spring and Autumn Period, countless heroes took advantage of the troubled times to raise up the situation. When there is a small climate, they will be busy proclaiming themselves as kings and claiming to be emperors. However, most of these mixed troops encounter elite regular troops, and they are often defeated at one touch and vulnerable. There are many absurd wars in which 50,000 or 60,000 rebels were chased by thousands of cavalrymen, let alone fighting to the death. The powerful ministers of the Liyang Dynasty each had their own ulterior motives and said that Gu Jiantang could also pacify the Spring and Autumn Period when sitting in Xu Xiao’s position, but he never thought whether Gu Jiantang could bring out a powerful general like Yuan Zuozong and bring out the 300,000 cavalry of the Northern Liang Dynasty that was still united with the morale of the army after the Spring and Autumn Period.
The battle at Hulukou was tragic.
From the late noon, the two armies began to charge and fought until dusk.
The mouth of the gourd is filled with yellow and dust, and it never stopped for a moment.
The four thousand dragon and elephant army and the six thousand Dong Zhuo army almost unprecedentedly fought from a horse war to an infantry war! If it weren’t for seeing it with your own eyes, no one would believe it if he said it.