As soon as the letter king Zhao Zhen made a move, it seemed that he could block the momentum of a thousand troops. The large counterattack that many enemies were about to launch was blocked by this believer Zhao Zhen alone.
It was also at this time that among the soldiers under the command of Mo, a golden heavy-armored knight suddenly violent. The enemy roared in a low voice, holding an axe in both hands as if suddenly rising from the ground with a loud noise. On the street, the slabs were cracking and the mud was flying. This terrible enemy had already lifted a dozen or so soldiers in front of him, and swung an axe to Zhao Zhen, the king of faith.
The letter king Zhao Zhen stared at the enemy motionlessly. At this moment, the enemy's movements seemed to be played back in slow motion in his eyes.
The letter king Zhao Zhen believes that he only needs a sword to split the opponent.
But he did not move. A silver spear had passed over his shoulders behind him, and in the blink of an eye, the pointed spindle spear had already knocked back the giant axe with a clang.
Not only was it repelled, but the axe's handle was smashed in one blow, and the entire axe blade flew far away with a sound of metal. Then he fell among the soldiers under the leader of Mo in the distance, causing a scream.
The Jianghu swordsman and the disciples stopped, and looked up at the golden army knight, and each took a breath of air-conditioning.
Although they knew that the elite fighters of the Golden State Army were in the city, they could not help being timid when they saw these legendary enemies who destroyed the Liao and invaded the Song Dynasty.
It’s just that the tall golden heavy-armored cavalry was at a loss. He looked at the broken double-edged axe in his hand, and then at the commander of the King’s Army Special Team No. 1 whose horizontal horse was blocking him and the King of King Zhao Zhen. There was a gleam in the pupil of the black hole.
"Believe in Wang Qiansui, be careful." Number One frowned. He is also a cavalry warrior himself. The aura on the opponent's body makes him familiar, but the pure killing intent on the opponent's body also makes the commander of the Wang Jun special team. One feels uncomfortable.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen did not answer her words.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen turned her head and looked at a certain direction on the battlefield. When he saw the shadow moving, he gave a cold snort, flicked his right hand forward, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shot out in that direction like a bolt of lightning.
When there was a metal collision and trembling, the long sword seemed to hit an iron wall, a ball of sparks scattered all around, and then fluttered backwards. He hit the ground three times and slid a long distance before stopping.
But the letter king Zhao Zhen didn't move his eyes, he saw the tall golden generals armed with tomahawks and wearing yellow armor from behind.
The desire to fight in the eyes of the black hole was beating, staring at Xin Wang Zhao Zhen motionlessly.
The battle axe erected in his hand had a deep cut on it, which was obviously where he had fought with the long sword before. However, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen did not expect that a dignified general of the Golden State Army would use an ordinary battle axe.
He raised his eyebrows. And at this moment everyone stopped their hands.
Whether it was the soldiers under Mo commander, the swordsman and the gang, they all stopped and stared at the sudden appearance of the Jinjun general.
Thanks to the Golden Army's southward war, although the title of the'Reaper' warrior is not spread throughout the entire Song Dynasty, at least it has long been well-known among the senior leaders of the Song Dynasty and the entire southern border.
In particular, as a senior general from the class of the four fierce generals of the Golden Army, there are not many Jurchens in the army of the Golden State Army, but this general of the Golden Ball Jinjun is the only Jurchen.
And his memorable yellow armor, which made these people recognize him at a glance.
"Jin Guo Meng...Golden marbles..."
"... The powerful general of the Golden State Army..."
"Why are you here..."
The whispers swept across the battlefield, and it was like a icy wind that stopped everyone's movements.
Suddenly, the two sides stopped the fight unexpectedly.
"That rumor is really true." Jin Danzi didn't care about everything that happened around him. The fire of battle flickered in the eyes of the tall Jinjun general. He looked at King Xin Zhao Zhen and said, "You are indeed amazing..."
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen sneered. "A mere sword, only fur." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen tit-for-tat.
But he was secretly watching the surroundings. He instinctively felt that there was another master nearby.
"You still don't give up, Xinwang Zhao Zhen?" Jin Danzi said, his voice hoarse and low.
"And you are the one who led the refugees from Zhijiang to break through Yang Yao's encirclement, right?"
"Young King of Letters." Jin Dan raised his head, cracked his mouth and smiled silently, and said: "Countless generals of our army have been defeated by your hands. In fact, I have long wanted to see you on the battlefield."
As soon as he said this, there was a sound of air-conditioning all around.
The soldiers led by Mo and the soldiers from various gangs stopped and looked at Xin Wang Zhao Zhen with awe.
The story of Zhao Zhen, the letter king standing in the middle of the army, has long been spread throughout the southern border, even in remote areas.
When the King of Letter Zhao Zhen fled from the hands of the Jin, this year was the year when the sudden rise of the King of Letters and the King of War broke out.
When Zong Shuai died of illness, the Great Song Army was defeated in internal consumption, and the Jianghuai area of Shandong was in a hurry. All Song troops collapsed at the touch of a touch, Zhao Gou fled south, and Song troops shrank south. The Jin army drove straight in, and Song Jiye became precarious.
The news of the defeat was not beyond everyone's expectations, but the people of Song Dynasty still couldn't help asking, where is our army? Where is our victory? Where is our hope
The answer to them is the fact of indifference and retreat. Then it was lost again.
But in the darkness of night, there seemed to be a ray of hope. This light shows such a story, and Wen Yan answers the hope in everyone's hearts.
In the north, the sudden rise of the King of Letters Army seemed to be legendary. They separated from the mist of the morning overnight, fought against the Taihang Mountains, and won many battles. Go all the way and win Lianghe Road and Shaanlong area.
The leader of them is the believer. The Song Dynasty made a sensation, and the people boiled. This reputation spread even far away, with a miraculous name, spread to the ears of all those people, or the people’s chat after dinner. Among.
King Xin is known as the prince who brought miracles, and people expect him to lead everyone to beat the hateful golden man back to his hometown.
The identity of the letter king Zhao Zhen was originally only known by the bosses, and it was just a guess. But now the general who had personally experienced the Southern Invasion War, the Jinjun general who was said to be the god of death by word of mouth, told them a surprising fact personally. The legendary King Chitose was the young man who led them. grown ups.
General Jin Jun has no reason to deceive them, and there is no need for it. In particular, the hoarse tone of the tall General Jin Jun carried a kind of sincere admiration and expectation. The fire in his eyes was burning, as if he was about to face the most respected person.
Just because of the young strength in front of him? Everyone's gazes stayed on the faithful king Zhao Zhen in unison.
Why did he get to this remote place in a panic? If it weren't for the golden marbles, they couldn't imagine that Xinwang would come here.
The swordsmen of the arena, the disciples of the gang, and the soldiers under the leadership of Mo can't imagine the situation and choices facing Wang Zhaozhen. They just saw the only reaction of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen at the moment, which was a faint smile.
Everyone took a breath subconsciously, as if experiencing a magical legend in a moment, and a mysterious halo fell on him involuntarily.
The battlefield was silent for a while.
"Shan Hongfei, what are you doing in a daze?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen shouted.
The Jianghu swordsman and the disciples were taken aback, but they reacted immediately. No. 1 has leveled the spear and shot out from the left wing. The knights of the special forces pierced the enemy's formation like a dozen silver streamers, and a shot pierced the heart of the tall golden cavalry. The temporary reliance found was knocked down in an instant, and the troops under the command of Mo, who had finally stood firm, were in chaos again, and immediately retreated one after another.
While General Jin Jun stood in the midst of the chaos, the flames in his eyes flashed.
The army under the command of Mo in the city was originally smaller in number than these gangs and disciples, so it was not an opponent at all. He knows this very well, unless it is gathered to defend and fight in street fighting, these soldiers are far less than these vengeful swordsmen and disciples.
However, the defense lines of the city gates and streets have been lost, and it will take time to retreat to the mansion led by Mo, which is why he is here. There are not many golden men in the city, and he must invest these limited forces in the most critical places, such as this place.
But Xin Wang Zhao Zhen also knew this well. He knew how the bandit soldiers were of their virtues, and also knew the habits of the Golden State Army on the battlefield. What's more, compared with the enemy and ourselves, the key to the change of the situation has been well planned from the beginning. In short, the private army under the command of Mo must not be given time to withdraw into the mansion.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's lips were pressed into a straight line, and the calculation in the other party's heart was already clear in his eyes. He was the ancestor in this era.
The two faced off among the fighting army, without moving.
But the letter king Zhao Zhen is not in a hurry. The attacking front arrow of their people is led by the number one, and he can afford to wait, but the golden marbles are not necessarily. His hands drooped naturally, and he looked at the golden marbles in the chaos army with confidence, waiting for the moment when the opponent couldn't hold on to dispatch.
On the contrary, the flame in the eyes of the golden marble flashed again.
This letter king Zhao Zhen is not an ordinary thorny person. He is indeed an outstanding commander. In his eyes, although the opponent is standing in this chaotic army, he seems to know the situation on the battlefield well. Of course, I didn't know that Wang Zhaozhen had long looked down on the battlefield from a higher level, but only felt a deep taboo.
It's no wonder that Wu Shu personally ordered not to hurt his life. This believer Zhao Zhen's keenness on the battlefield is almost perfect. If he is in the Golden State, he will definitely be reused by his Majesty.
Thinking of the opponent's record, Jin Danzi felt his own fighting fire shudder, and a long-lost feeling of blood boiled back into his body.
The strength of the enemy deeply ignited the fighting will in his heart. As the letter Wang Zhaozhen knew, this tall Jinjun general couldn’t afford to wait. The knight captain, who had the same strength as him, was leading a dozen powerful cavalry and a large number of warriors to bypass them. If the confrontation continues, then the battle will be a one-sided defeat.
He squeezed the battle axe tightly, but immediately felt a breath locked in him.
"You plan to do it yourself, don't you plan to recall your own knight?" Jin Danzi thought to himself, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's arrogance made him a little unhappy. Yesterday, he had a fight with the letter king Zhao Zhen, knowing that the opponent's strength was only a line stronger than himself. And beside him, there is a powerful lieutenant and several elite warriors.
"I heard that you are proficient in spear art." The Jinjun general raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "But young King Xin, so many of us have fought with you, do you think a mere spear art can be done? Against so many of us?"
The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled slightly after hearing this, thinking that this guy should know that he not only smashed thousands of enemies with one person, but even really won the first rank among the ten thousand horses. It is estimated that he will not put on such a posture of relying on the old and selling the old. Come and say something to him.
This is a bit funny, no, in his opinion, it is almost a suspicion of being tricky.
But at the same time, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen also began to observe and predict the skills that this special team fighter has explored in the battle thousands of years later.
In fact, as a special ability, Xinwang Zhaozhen observes the opponent's movements and understands that it is the route that the opponent may attack.
This may be an ability that everyone has in the time of the future master wars. Here, it is called'prejudgment'. Every move of the enemy is in my eyes.
With this ability, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's combat effectiveness will naturally be doubled. The other party hasn't made a move yet, and you already know the direction of his attack, the significance can be imagined.
With the golden marbles and a group of golden masters posing for battle, this starting position is very familiar to Wang Zhao Zhen, and there are three possible attack directions.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen kicked and kicked a whirlwind on the ground. The swirling airflow on the stone slab rolled up a steel sword that fell on the ground, and then steadily fell into his hand.
"It doesn't matter what you say." Xinwang Zhao Zhen said: "No matter how loud the big talk is, but in the end we must rely on World War I to decide who wins and who loses!"
Jin Danzi snorted coldly, and said, "Then let me know your strength, young prince." With a movement of his figure, his offensive line was reduced from three to two at that moment, and from two to two. One.
The letter king Zhao Zhen has appeared on that route. Seeing that the opponent's figure was already on the line of his attack, the golden marbles suddenly stayed.
With a sharp sound of'choke', the battle axe had to intersect the long sword. The two immediately retreated after colliding head-on, and the golden marbles retreated a few steps and banged the long handle of the battle axe into the stone slab to stabilize their figure. But the letter king Zhao Zhen leaped back, swiping the long sword back, and swept across with stabbings. Several golden army warriors who had rushed were swept to the ground and fell to the ground.
"What technique is this!?" The tall golden marble leaned back before regaining his balance, and he immediately shouted in surprise and anger. He was very knowledgeable. Although he didn't understand why Xinwang Zhaozhen could see through his attacks, he also guessed some clues.
"This is the technique to take your life!" Xin Wang Zhao Zhen slashed several enemies who had killed him and replied coldly. When he was frightened by the gold marbles, people had jumped up again, and one sword flew like lightning. Out.
Believing in Wang Zhaozhen in the eyes of others is like a separate light and shadow. The golden marbles are also not easy. At the moment the opponent's long sword hits his body, he rides his horse and walks away. Pulling his hands back, he is ready to stagger his body and give Zhao Zhen a heavy blow.
"Xinwang Qiansui!" Xinwangjun Special Force Soldier One turned his head in front, just to see this scene.
The letter king Zhao Zhen himself also realized that this sword had failed, and it was not only the counterattack of the gold marbles, but also the masters of the gold people on the back and the left and right sides. The letter king Zhao Zhen quickly flicked backwards, avoiding the blow of the gold marble, and dancing like lightning, killing several gold army masters by the way.
At this time, another Jinjun general came to kill him, it was the golden general who blocked Xinwang Zhaozhen with the golden ball when Xinwang Zhaozhen killed Mo.
Seeing Wang Zhaozhen was surrounded by dozens of golden soldiers and ten thousand enemy warriors and two golden generals, a flame-like figure appeared in everyone's sight.
There was a loud noise, the halberd danced, and Ma Yueying suddenly appeared among the people, steadily blocking the dark mace of the golden army general. At that moment, everyone saw the long, dazzling red dress flying in the night, and the red Ma Yueying leaned back slightly, but she held the long handle of her halberd tightly with both hands and held it steady. Stature.
Ma Yueying lowered her head, a calm color in her brown eyes. On the other side of her, there was another loud noise.
As if time were frozen, Xinwang Zhaozhen’s sword had accurately hit the right chest of the golden marble. The impact force caused by the burst of force formed a turbulence in the body behind the hard as steel armor, and the air rotated backward and broke through. Jia's barrier kept scratching, and Jin Marble felt that he had broken at least three ribs.
Then he roared and flew out, "This is impossible!"
This idea took root in the minds of Jin Danzi and another Jinjun general at the same time in an instant, and even in the minds of Xinwangjun Special Force Soldier No. 1 who saw this scene in the distance.
how can that be? All three of them felt that the sword should have been lost. Jin Danzi obviously avoided that sword sideways, but when Xin Wang Zhaozhen's long sword attacked the opponent, each of them found that Jin Danzi's body was still in its original position.
The letter king Zhao Zhen ignored their astonishment, but he launched an attack with all his strength. After that, he danced his sword to clear out the other golden men and thousands of enemy warriors first.
At this time, the gold marble flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and flew with his yellow armor roaring for several laps, slid far away until it crashed into a courtyard wall. Come down.
There was a loud "bang", and the smoke rose.
After killing more than a dozen warriors from the Golden Army, Zhao Zhen's sword finally couldn't hold it, and she suddenly "crashed". The long sword cracked and then fell to the ground in fragments.