Zhou Yi stared blankly at Wu Zhao, who seemed to be somewhat out of control, and a huge wave of emotions suddenly rose in his heart!
After the Jiangling War, Zhou Yi once thought about becoming the best martial artist in the world! But that was just a goal, a dream. Even Tang Shangxin, who always supported him, was probably just encouragement from friends!
And today, in Wu Zhao's royal tent, the Demon Empress who swept across the world and dominated the world hugged Zhou Yi's shoulders tightly and told himself word by word!
You are never under anything!
Unable to hold back the tears that suddenly burst out!
A gentleman will die for his confidant. To receive such recognition, all other words become pale and powerless!
Zhou Yi immediately knelt in front of Wu Zhao, suppressing his excitement and saying, "A gentleman dies for his friend. Today..."
Boom!
A thunderous roar suddenly resounded through the sky! Then, a roar of killing came from all directions. With Zhou Yi's hearing, the enemy was coming in a mighty force, with at least a thousand people.
Zhou Yi and Wu Zhao's faces suddenly changed. At this time, a warrior outside the palace rushed into the tent in a panic, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking... all over the mountain..."
Wu Zhao said coldly: "I am not deaf, of course I can hear it. Do you know which side it is from?"
"have no idea... ... ."
Wu Zhao snorted coldly, ignored the warrior in front of her, and strode out of the tent. Zhou Yi also quickly stood up and followed closely behind her.
As Zhou Yi stepped out of the tent, he immediately felt the earth shaking. The roaring thunder came from far away and became like the roar of an ancient beast coming from deep underground, continuously shaking Zhou Yi's heart.
When the enemy cavalry gradually rushed in, Zhou Yi saw a black tide spreading out from the dense forest, as if black ink was splashed on the originally blue-gray forest.
The enemies were all dressed in black, each wielding a long curved sword, riding on red horses, one after another, pouring out of the dense forest. Although the horses were not as good as the Red Hare and the Shadow, they also had a burning skin color, shining brightly in the sun and a bit dazzling.
Murong Chui, holding his spear and wearing armor again, rushed to Wu Zhao and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, the enemy has at least two to three thousand men, more than twice our number! They are well-trained and their fighting power is not inferior to that of our Great Zhou's elite black armor cavalry. Most of them are good at using scimitars. They must be the tribes outside the Great Wall!"
Wu Zhao frowned and asked, "Where is Prince Hengkong?"
Murong Chui was stunned when he heard this, looked around, and said awkwardly: "I don't know, how about I go and find it right away!"
"No need!" Wu Zhao said coldly: "The Turks and Khitans are in confrontation. Who else but Tubo can quietly ambush a thousand cavalrymen outside the capital? Maybe Xixia and Goryeo are also involved. I really underestimated you, Hengkong Muye!"
"Murong Chui!"
"I am here!"
Wu Zhao held her head high, showing the boundless power of the Great Zhou Emperor who remained calm in the face of danger and dominated the world. She said in a loud voice: "You personally lead the accompanying black armor elite cavalry to organize a counterattack. When necessary, I will personally go to the front line! Let Li Hao and Wu Chongye organize a breakout, rush to the capital, and mobilize the imperial army to defend the king!"
“Yes, sir!” After receiving the order, Murong Chui immediately threw himself into the army, giving orders and dispatching troops without any confusion. In just half an incense stick of time, he had arranged layers of defenses around the hunting palace camp, fully demonstrating the invincible style of a famous general!
Although Duan Yanqing knew that he had no ability to command thousands of troops and handed all the troops over to Hengkong Muye for command, after all, the coalition forces were composed of Tubo, Xixia and other countries and they had not had a chance to run in, so there would naturally be some gaps in their dispatch!
Murong Chui is known as the Northern Overlord, and this does not only refer to the invincible Northern Overlord Spear. He himself is an invincible general who has been through many battles and is invincible.
It only took him a moment to keenly sense the gap that appeared at the junction of the coalition forces, and then he drew his spear and gathered all the guards around him, and killed the generals.
Murong Chui took the lead, holding the invincible Beiba Spear in his hand, dancing with great vigor, like the Yangtze River, rolling up waves after waves, and transforming into thousands of silver snakes, drilling all over the sky. The spear was filled with true power, and when it was inhaled and exhaled, someone would be thrown out. No matter where the person was injured, his internal organs would be shattered. Murong Chui's Beiba Spear was as strong and fierce as it could be, and it was indestructible wherever it went.
A person's name is like the shadow of a tree.
Murong Chui was the best general in the north, and he had the Beiba Spear in his hand, and he was rarely matched. Although he was in the battle formation, his realm and cultivation level were inferior to the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains and the Three Great Grandmasters. But if it came to a one-on-one fight, a fight to the death, few people dared to challenge his spear.
Hengkong Muye could not help but frown as he watched from afar Murong Chui charging left and right in the army formation as if he was in an empty space.
The entry point chosen by Murong Chui was extremely tricky. It just broke up the connection between the Western Xia army and the Tubo army on the left and right wings, and also continuously stretched the entire battle line of the coalition forces, making it extremely difficult for the coalition forces to launch a powerful attack on the camp where Wu Zhao was located!
When Hengkong Muye was feeling helpless, an old and low voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Your Highness, leave this man to us!" Looking back, he saw that it was Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four evil men.
Duan Yanqing said to Hengkong Muye: "Your Highness, just lead your troops to deal with Wu Zhao. Even if I risk my life today, I will definitely delay this world-shaking Northern Tyrant Spear!" After saying that, he rode out to meet Murong Chui, and Yue Laosan and Ye Erniang followed closely behind.
Hengkong Muye looked at Duan Yanqing's receding back and suddenly felt a surge of reverence in his heart. The figure of this disabled, ugly villain suddenly became taller in Hengkong Muye's heart.
Immediately, Hengkong Muye waved his hand and said, "Zhu Jiumu, take Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai and the brothers of the Yellow River Gang to help Duan Yanqing and the others. No matter what, you must temporarily hold Murong Chui back!"
Murong Chui, who was waving his spear, suddenly felt a hint of danger. He quickly came to his senses and looked to the left. Sure enough, three consecutive golden finger forces broke through the wind and shot directly at his chest.
Unexpectedly, Murong Chui showed no fear at all when he saw this. He swept his spear horizontally and dispersed the three finger forces. He shouted loudly: "The One Yang Finger of the Dali Duan Clan? It's simply vulnerable!"
"Damn it, you dare to scold my boss? I'm going to cut off your head!" Seeing Murong Chui so majestic, Yue Lao San didn't feel the danger at all. He used a pair of crocodile pliers to cut towards Murong Chui's neck from top to bottom.
Unexpectedly, Murong Chui held the spear in his left hand without moving, but raised his right hand to tightly grasp Yue Lao San's crocodile clamp, and then swung his arm to throw Yue Lao San and his crocodile clamp more than ten feet away. With a fierce look on his face, he said, "Such a clown is not even qualified to make me draw my spear!"
"Long live the Marshal!"
Murong Chui's display of prowess greatly boosted the morale of the Wu Zhou army, and they immediately burst into earth-shaking shouts, as if they had secured victory. Everyone's face was filled with a smile of certainty of victory!
Wu Zhao looked at Murong Chui standing on his horse with his spear in hand from afar, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart. She said quietly, "Although Hengkong Muye is also an outstanding general who is no less capable than him, a man like Murong Chui, who charges ahead and is invincible, is more attractive!"
At this point, Wu Zhao suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhou Yi, revealing a smile that was like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds, and said softly: "If one day you step onto the battlefield without getting drunk, you will definitely become an invincible general like Murong Chui!" (To be continued)