After Luo Yueer had experienced so many things, she was no longer the country businessman girl a few days ago. Gradually, she had her own insights. Luo Yueer knew that the faith king Zhao Zhen must be in a hard fight. So she couldn't help looking around, and then her eyes fell on Wang Zhiyi and Niu Ruidong who were beside her.
"Niu Ruidong, would you do a favor?" Luo Yueer said. "En?" Niu Ruidong was taken aback for a moment. Hurriedly said: "Miss Luo, please give me your instructions. I will definitely go through the fire and water again next time."
Luo Yueer said: "You don't have to go through fire and water, just help me lead the self-defense and protect the people's army." Niu Ruidong was stunned for a moment. He said in confusion, "What? Let me lead the army?" After all, Niu Ruidong was an officer and soldier, and he was still a military school Wei. He also knew that Xin Wang Zhao Zhen had reservations about his trust, so he didn't mind.
But Luo Yueer's approach really left him the important task of leading the tens of thousands of troops. It seems pitiful, he has only led an army of a few hundred people at most!
"I'm going to help Wang Zhao Zhen," Luo Yueer replied, and then he turned his horse's head: "Wang Zhiyi, you come with me--!"
"Miss Luo Yue'er, I am fine. But are you okay with this?" Wang Zhiyi was taken aback, believing that Wang Zhao Zhen had told him to look at Luo Yue'er, but he was indeed more worried about what he was following. The safety of the lord. Luo Yueer glanced at him and nodded vigorously.
The letter king Zhao Zhen raised his sword, and a wind pressure broke out from the joint between the large and medium dragon spear and Yang Hua's broadsword, and the grass that blew the ground went backwards.
Obviously, in the eyes of Yang Hua, who knows who the other party is, Xinwang Zhaozhen is a person who threatens them far greater than the mob. He even preferred to give up his victory in World War I and kill the young prince.
However, the performance of Xinwang Zhao Zhen has far exceeded the expectations of this high-level Mingjiao insurgent. The opponent's martial arts is rare in the high world, and it can be said that he has never seen it. Yang Hua relied on his powerful martial arts, with his superb skill and willpower, but failed again and again.
At this time, the letter king Zhao Zhen also fell into difficulties, because besides his powerful enemy Yang Hua, there were also a group of golden warriors and Yang Hua's guards around him.
At this time, he couldn't find a chance to fight back. Sometimes the letter king Zhao Zhen was about to kill the opponent, but he was destroyed by the surrounding golden men and guards. He is now in a hurry by the countless enemies around him, relying entirely on experience and physical instinct to fight.
At this time, seeing that there are fewer and fewer subordinates and golden warriors around Xinwang Zhaozhen, Yang Hua is already sweating. Facing Xinwang Zhaozhen’s pressing, he gradually lost the room for thinking. . At first he could take the time to take a look at the situation on the battlefield, but as his physical strength faded a little bit, now he must be close to full force every time he avoids Xinwang Zhaozhen's big gun.
The number of times the weapons crossed between the two people also increased. Yang Hua used three points of skill and seven points of strength, and Xinwang Zhaozhen used three points of force. This is like a vicious circle. The more Yang Hua crosses the arms of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, the more he feels powerless. But the harder he can do it, the harder it is for him to avoid Xinwang Zhaozhen's big dragon spear.
At this time, Yang Hua was almost clenching his teeth and insisting, this kind of persistence almost made him physically and mentally exhausted. He squeezed the last bit of potential from the sour bones time and time again, and was rescued from death by his subordinates and the golden warriors time and time again, and escaped from death.
Facing the letter king Zhao Zhen is simply facing a high mountain. The exhaustion that emerged from the depths of the soul in the battle with Zhao Zhen, the King of Letters, seemed to be the tired feeling of closing his eyes forever, making him almost want to give up chasing King Zhao Zhen and choose to retreat.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen speeded up suddenly. He had never been so troubled before. With inhuman perseverance, he began to overdraw his vigor and move as fast as lightning.
After the dragon spear Lightning Huawu, a few shots stabbed the guards of the bandit army and the golden warriors around. A shot of the letter king Zhao Zhenmeng stabbed a lore like a Changhong Guanyue. Yang Hua backhanded to the back with instinct, and slammed the big and medium dragon spear in the hands of Xinwang Zhao Zhen.
But the king of faith, Zhao Zhen, lost a hit and fluttered back. He stabs instantly like a ghost, bypassing Yang Hua's broadsword, and stabs the Mingjiao saint in the left chest with a shot from the left.
But Yang Hua lay backwards encouragingly, and immediately avoided the gunman of Xinwang Zhao Zhen, without a trace of flaws. At the same time, when Xinwang Zhaozhen wanted to assassinate him down, he was once again entangled by the golden warriors and bandit soldiers who slew up around him.
"It's really difficult." The letter Wang Zhao Zhen who returned without success once again gritted his teeth and spread his anger on the surrounding bandits and golden warriors. Blood was flying, screaming again and again, and one body after another fell to the ground.
But this time, when he had time to observe the surroundings, Yang Hua's expression changed when he noticed that the situation around him changed. He suddenly saw that King Zhao Zhen had killed almost all the golden warriors and his guards around him. Once they die, what do they have to rely on
In an instant, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen stabbed two shots, one split into two, one left and the other formed a pincer attack on Yang Hua. Yang Hua felt that he was dazzled, what kind of martial arts is this? Suddenly resisted with a knife, but he also immediately saw another shot pierced into his throat.
Before Yang Hua could think of anything, his body rolled off the horse instinctively, and then rolled out far away. Although he was far away, Yang Hua immediately felt bad in his heart.
The opportunity is not to be missed. Although the believer Zhao Zhen returned without success this time, he had already forced the opponent to dismount the horse, and there were not many golden warriors and bandits besieging him, and there were patches of corpses all around him.
The letter king Zhao Zhen instantly stabbed seven or eight surrounding golden warriors and bandit soldiers, and immediately rushed to Yang Hua. Yang Hua just stood up from the ground at this moment, but this gap was enough for him to fight back.
At this time, Yang Hua strode forward to meet him indifferently and swiped his big knife'Bang! 'Intersecting the weapon of Xinwang Zhao Zhen, there was a violent impact, sparks splattered everywhere.
"Song Dynasty." Yang Hua watched indifferently that his tricks were almost out of order, his eyes were full of flames, his face almost frozen like frost, and shouted: "It's too rotten."
But at this moment, the letter king Zhao Zhen showed a smile. He released the great dragon spear with his left hand, raised it and pressed it against Yang Hua's broadsword.
Suddenly, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen pulled off the great dragon spear and stabbed once in an instant. This time, Yang Hua, who was still using a knife to block, stretched out his left hand to block, but the spear pierced his palm in an instant, and then pierced the other end and inserted it into its chest.
"Although the Song Dynasty is rotten..." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen said with a smile: "But because of me, he will surely become a super dynasty surpassing the prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties!"
The letter king Zhao Zhen couldn't help but sighed hard. This battle was really exhausting. At this moment, Yang Hua immediately knelt on the ground and coughed loudly. He felt his lungs hurt like a fire.
However, after all, Yang Hua was the number one master of Mingjiao who surpassed Deng Kun, the gale swordsman, and he endured the severe pain and stood up on the ground with a knife.
He seized the time to raise his broadsword, and once again rushed towards Xinwang Zhao Zhen. But this time it suddenly saw a ray of cyan light flashing.
It was not an illusion, a purple-cyan, faint light shot from the hand of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, and the other end pierced Yang Hua.
Because the speed is too fast, the afterimage left in the dark night produces the illusion of seeing a purple-cyan light. Yang Hua immediately raised his broadsword, but it was still a little late. The long spear hit the tip of his knife, and in an instant a huge force burst out, hitting Yang Huadi's big knife with no strength at the end of the crossbow, and stabbing Yang Hua in the throat.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's lore shot stabbed Yang Hua in the throat. At this time, Yang Hua half-kneeled on the ground motionless. He looked at each other, wondering what the great master hidden by Mingjiao was thinking at this moment with his head down.
The letter king Zhao Zhen thought for a while and couldn't help but cough and drew out the big gun. At this time, Yang Hua's body crashed to the ground as the spear left.
At this time, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen heard a screaming sound coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw Luo Yueer and Wang Zhiyi riding their horses nervously.
"Letter King Zhao Zhen!" Luo Yueer saw the tired face of Letter King Zhao Zhen, and almost she was already unstable. He almost fell staggeringly. At that moment, all the thoughts in her heart were thrown out of her mind, she rode a horse to catch up, rushed up to support him. Carefully asked: "Xinwang Zhao Zhen, are you, are you okay?"
The letter king Zhao Zhen was about to answer, but her heart moved. "Luo Yue'er, I have one thing I want you to help." "Wh, what's the matter?" Luo Yue'er couldn't help panicking when she heard this, and her heart became nervous subconsciously.
"I want you... oh... I think... why don't you... kiss me first?" "Eh... ah... ah?" There were still tears in the corner of Luo Yueer's eyes, but she couldn't help being startled when she heard this strange request. .
Xin Wang Zhao smiled and replied: "Just kidding, Luo Yueer, I mean to trouble you to help me--!"
"You, are you hurt? Trust Wang Zhao Zhen, don't move! Be careful." Luo Yue'er said loudly with confusion.
The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled and explained hurriedly: "Luo Yue'er, I'm really fine. Okay, now I'm going to stand on the highest point and watch everyone fight. Give everyone the greatest encouragement in their fight. Wang Zhiyi, you immediately let everyone Shout, Yang Hua has already given the lead, surrender and not kill."
The battle just now was too fierce, and I am afraid it has already had a certain impact on the self-defense militia. Although he believes in Wang Zhaozhen, he also knows that his army is just a patchwork of miscellaneous cards. It's about to collapse.
Therefore, he must give these people confidence that he is the source of their victory. As long as he is still there, these refugees, deserters, remnants of the army, and bandits will understand that they still have hope of victory.
Luo Yueer glanced at Xinwang Zhao Zhen with a complicated expression, and when he saw the latter nod, she reluctantly stepped aside.
Riding the horse to the top of Gaopo, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen stood on the horse's back like a javelin. As if to an outsider, the young prince won another victory.
But only Wang Zhiyi, Luo Yue'er, and Ma Yunrui, who led soldiers to protect Xinwang Zhaozhen, could see the cold sweat on Xinwang Zhaozhen's forehead and the hands that had been trembling slightly. Xin Wang Zhao Zhen didn't even look at the eyes of the people around him with a serious and indifferent expression.
The letter king Zhao Zhen is like a banner, and under the high slope where the letter king Zhao Zhen is located, there are patches of corpses. These corpses had bandit guards, bandit generals, and golden generals and warriors, but they were all slaughtered by the believer Zhao Zhen.
Looking at their own miscellaneous soldiers with high morale below, they fought and shouted "surrender or not kill!" Blockbuster soldiers surrendered one after another, but the letter Wang Zhao Zhen resisted the cold sweat on his head.
The battle ended soon, and Xin Wang Zhao Zhen asked the soldiers to clean the battlefield. He turned his head and saw Wang Zhiyi approaching on a horse.
"The horse hunting behind found a lot of chasing soldiers..." Wang Zhiyi said in a low voice at this time.
"I understand that there is not much time difference." Xinwang Zhaozhen replied equally calmly: "The refugees have gone farther, but let them go faster. Because we don't have much time to waste."
The wrapped horseshoe stepped away from the dust and grass, and swept across the pebble beach along the river bank. The horseshoe splashed water like white crystal pillars. A total of more than two hundred war horses galloped by stepping on the spray. They are all tall and handsome northern war horses, with strong and powerful pectoral muscles and front hooves directly advancing.