These warriors were dressed in animal skins, armed with long bows and scimitars at their waists. And each carrying three to four boxes of arrows, they stood quietly behind the defense line, motionless.
But in fact, in the previous short-term contact, they caused great losses to the swordsmen of the rivers and lakes as soon as they met each other. And if it is believed that Wang Zhaozhen will distinguish here that these Golden Army are elite columns composed of Mongols, and these Mongolian troops are all selected warriors from the Mongolian tribes that have surrendered to the Daijin Empire. They are the assault column in the Golden Army, a famous clan in the Wushu army.
But in fact, where they are, Wu Shu or the senior generals around him should appear somewhere.
It was like this moment quietly standing in front of the knights of the Xinwang Army Special Forces, a golden army knight wearing a long black cloak holding a huge scimitar dragged to the ground. Among the four great generals of the Golden Army, each one is the most powerful general knight. But the most taboo and unpredictable one is Cui Meng.
He raised his head. On the metal mask, the crying expression on the fangs made a weird look, but the black pupil eyes fell on Number One.
"Who are you?" No.1 frowned slightly. He fought with the opponent before, and felt the strength of the opponent from his numb hand.
"Believe in the generals of the special forces of the King's Army." Tiger Knight Cui Meng was slightly startled, and he let out a voice full of magnetism: "Are you with that person? It's really tightly protected.
Just as the soldiers from the two sides faced off again, Cui Meng raised his head.
A beam of fire from the south was reflected in his eyes, and it was a ringing arrow rising into the sky.
The brilliance of a beam of gunpowder blast penetrated layers of darkness and rose to the sky.
The light illuminates the vast land, and the edge of the light changes on the simple blue bricks of Shimen City, and outlines the outline of the south gate of Shimen City.
Hua Zhonglong, the commander of the gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake, has his indifferent face constantly changing under the outline of the light. The tall man pressed his hands on the hilt of the carved head of an evil spirit, motionless. Standing in the dark, Shen Shen looked straight ahead. The forest on the horizon seemed to form a looming ink scroll in the darkness. Rows of rustling footsteps, rustling, from far to near came gradually in the darkness.
But that is an army that is advancing uniformly.
The female village owner with long hair was not wrong. Hua Zhonglong used to be a small cavalry school of the Northwest Army. He fought against the Golden State Army in the north, so he closed his eyes and could almost see from the depths of his soul. Determine the source of that rustling sound.
The number of troops in the Kingdom of Jin is actually not very large, plus the hundreds of confluences are still nearby, and there are more than a thousand under the command of Mo who have received the news to come back to support. But for the small town of Shimen and the gangs who guard the city, the enemy is like the ocean, with an endless and endless army of gold. Rows of golden soldiers' footsteps were advancing row by row, falling on his heartstrings.
In the darkness, dots of torches appeared, and more and more, they were erratic behind the fog like a ghost fire. The Jianghu swordsman and the disciples who helped the disciples took up the weapons at hand, each stood up from the wall with solemn expressions, a temporary fortification built on the low wall. And more and more people are defending, crowded, no one speaks. The sound seemed to be swallowed up with a drumbeat, and everyone held their breath and watched the scene: the army of the golden army appeared little by little from the darkness.
Some people came to Huazhonglong. They were members of the high-level gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake, and even several elders and leaders of the gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake. In the past battles, they have always acted as the brains of their respective gangs. But whether this battle is worth fighting or not, they have always been wandering. The key question is whether they are willing to offend the young prince for this, but at this moment, when they see that the darkness is like a tide The army of the Golden Army that swept across the earth suddenly felt a breath of air-conditioning.
Although the total number of soldiers under Jin Bing and Mo Commander is more than a thousand, they have nearly two thousand. However, their combat effectiveness is probably far worse than the Jinbing. That is to say, relying on the courage and the advantage of the defensive facilities of the city wall to defensively, they barely resisted the fear of death and war and prepared to fight.
That is the Golden State Army, the Golden Army that traverses the world, representing an irresistible aura, as if it is a powerful and barbaric aura that everyone will eventually face.
"Boss? Can you fight?" Under the hood, a gang leader showed a pale face and asked in a low voice. Hua Zhonglong said nothing.
"Brother, there are thousands of them." He reminded in a low voice: "We add other people, and it's just over two thousand people. What's more, there are so many people who help out, there is no way to trust, do we really want For the one-sentence promise, is here to fight these terrible golden men to the death? Even if it is to fight all the brothers?"
"Where can I escape?" The tall master dipper turned his head and glanced at him faintly. "I know the golden man's fighting habit better than you. This city is now surrounded by all sides. I'm fighting with Jin. People learn a lesson from fighting, that is, never try to escape in front of the golden army. If you continue to fight, we still have the hope of victory. There are more deaths than you think.
He raised his head and looked ahead and said: "However, in terms of numbers, we have a large number of people, plus relying on the city wall for defense. As long as they persist until dawn, they will naturally retreat."
"Big brother?" Hua Zhonglong raised a hand and interrupted the leader of the subordinate. He said: "Now our only hope is that young adult, his presence is enough to lead us out of the encirclement. Go and send the signal arrow to tell the adult that, in one hour, the gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake will not retreat- -!"
The tall boss waved his hand: "Go and raise the banner of the gang alliance, even if our people are dead, I will see him not fall under the dawn!"
"Huh! Since that young adult made me hold on until dawn, let him see our strength." Hua Zhonglong replied, knowing the plan of the King Zhao Zhen in his heart. If he can do it, then Xin Wang Jun will have his place.
The gang leaders and elders were startled and looked at each other.
As soon as No. 1 stopped, he frowned. He turned his horse's head with a spear in his hand and tightened every nerve in his body. He watched vigilantly at the black armor standing in front of the defense line constructed by the Golden Army, and his body was cold. The breath of Jinjun generals.
The black-armored knight general raised his head and the cold metal mask was half weeping and half fangs, making people unable to see the joy and anger. But the pair of shiny eyes under the mask made No.1 feel a little strange. The black armor general of the Golden Army held a machete motionless. Captain No. 1 of the Xinwangjun Special Forces team hurriedly blinked, for fear of being charmed by the opponent. The masked man, one of the four great knights of the Golden Army, smiled sullenly, and said, "It's like what I said, you are not my opponent." The black knight's voice was full of a metallic echo.
"Nonsense!" Number One looked around, and the golden general in front of him was far beyond his imagination, but when he stopped, the offensive of the swordsmen and the disciples of the Jianghu swordsman was also stagnant. The warrior captain was uncertain whether he would turn his head and ask Chitose for support. A thick layer of smoke was formed on the street because of the battle between King Zhao Zhen and Jinzi. He didn't know what was happening behind him, but he was worried that he would make the letter. Wang Zhaozhen is distracted. After all, his life and death are small, and the safety of Qiansui Wang's faith is great.
But under the stalemate, the subordinates of Mo Ruling were also unable to enter Mo Ruling's mansion for defense during the confrontation. In that case, it's better to delay time. He bit his lower lip and said, "It's up to you."
Cui Meng smiled slightly, and he quietly said: "Your strength is not my opponent at all."
Xinwangjun Special Force Soldier One couldn't help but smile slightly, and said: "Then see the real chapter under your hand. Is it meaningful to just speak big words and not practice?"
"It doesn't make sense." Cui Meng shook his head: "But in the Golden State Army, there is a legend about believing in the king's army. Eight sledgehammers, five spears and ten generals, twenty-eight commanders dominate the Quartet."
"So what?" Xinwangjun Special Force Soldier One said.
"It's nothing, I just didn't hear your name." Cui Meng said nonchalantly: "You know, there are countless warriors in the King's Army, but you are not there. It shows that your strength is not prominent in the King's Army. ."
Xin Wangjun Special Force Captain No. 1 shook his head and said: "But you probably forgot, those are the generals who command the army. If they come, many people will have the strength to fight you. For example, Gao Pang, Beast, Zhang Xian, With Di Lei and others, I’m afraid you may not be so relaxed. You can’t deny that? Therefore, you can only be qualified to fight them if you defeat me."
"That's true." Cui Meng picked up the scimitar and nodded self-consciously on his shoulders.
"Stop talking nonsense, who are you?" The other party didn't seem to care about his delaying time, and No.1 felt anxious subconsciously. He has decided to attack again, and if he is still powerless, he can only ask Xin Wang Qiansui for support.
There was a chuckle from under the metal mask, and Cui Meng said: "I remember I said, my name is Cui Meng. Cui Meng is my Han Chinese name, and I am Wushu's general pick, and so is Cui Meng."
General Jin Jun placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "It's the looting vanguard, right." Number One said coldly, and he quickly raised his spear.
But he didn't expect the opponent to move faster than him. He was just about to start, but Cui Meng, who was lowering his head, seemed to see it with his own eyes. number.
Number One was taken aback and gritted his teeth, but was still swept away by the end of the huge scimitar. The black light collided with the shield he raised to explode a dazzling light, and the air current swept all around. The nearby Jianghu swordsmen and disciples retreated one after another, and No.1 snorted, and was also injured by a serious shock.
"A strong force, worthy of being the captain of the Special Forces Soldiers of the King's Army--"
Cui Meng looked at Number One and said, at the same time he raised his hand back. After all the Mongolian archers got the instructions, they immediately took a step forward. They took off the arrows behind them, drew their bows and led them into an attacking posture. At the same time, the Jianghu swordsman and the disciples of the gang were still being beaten up and down by the previous attack, and there was no time for him to take care of them.
The one who resisted the injury raised his head and saw this scene. A trace of panic flashed in his black eyes. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't--"
But General Jin Jun has put down his hands coldly. Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the sound of air vibration echoed in the ears for a long time.
A rain of arrows flew out of thin air. The panic in the eyes of Xin Wangjun Special Force Captain No. 1 turned into a decisive moment. The special force captain pressed the shield in his hand in front of him and shouted: "All get down--! Special Forces, end. Shield formation."
His voice was like a thunder, which penetrated the entire battlefield in an instant. At the same time, everyone saw that the dozens of cavalry of the King’s Army Special Forces around the knight lifted their shields one by one, and the rain of arrows from the sky fell on these shields, every time they hit There were dazzling sparks, but almost every arrow was stopped and fell to the ground in an instant.
The Jianghu swordsman and the disciples raised their heads, and their faces were illuminated by the twinkling light, but in any case, they understood that they themselves were saved.
Cui Meng watched this scene quietly, his black eyes flickered, and said, "It's really difficult to believe in the soldiers of the King's Special Forces."
He smiled and leveled the scimitar in his hand. Number One saw the golden army general dressed in black and looked at herself quietly. And he stretched out his hand flat, the metal glove full of thorns, gripping the huge pitch black scimitar, gently laid it flat. He realized that the other party was about to launch an attack.
Cui Meng disappeared from his vision in the next moment. Captain No. 1 of the Xinwangjun Special Forces subconsciously returned the spear, but it was a little late.
He raised his head, and the shield he raised seemed to be dark. It was a cold scimitar that blocked the light, and then pulled out a black light from top to bottom. With a "click", the silver shield was completely shattered, like shrunken leaves falling one after another, and a dazzling scarlet flower bloomed with rosy blood. Number One looked at her wound from her shoulder incredulously, her face pale.
Cui Meng stretched out his hand from under the black cloak and grasped his arm. The arm was pushed forward one by one. The commander of the Xinwangjun Special Force No.1, who had lost his strength, was dropped like a kite with a broken line. Fell to the ground. Raise a dust.
The black-clothed and black-armored knight landed at the same time, without a trace of emotion under his cold metal mask, calmly holding a scimitar and swiping forward. The moon-shaped blade cut out a perfect semicircle, and the wind pressure swept away like a knife. The swordsmen who temporarily recovered and reacted to want to come up to protect the King's Special Forces knights were staggered.
The swordsmen and the disciples screamed back, like a scimitar sweeping through the straw, falling backwards piece by piece. When Cui Meng landed, he took his body as the center and formed a vacuum semicircle within a radius of ten meters. A soldier of the Special Forces of the King’s Army stopped in front of No.1, but General Jin Jun knocked him to the ground with his mobile phone. He looked down at No.1 lying on the ground. And Number One was lying quietly in a pool of blood, her black eyes a little loose.
One occasionally coughed up bloody foam weakly, and the bright red blood ran down his lips and slender neck all the way to the ground, forming eye-catching red spots.
One could hardly feel his body, only felt that the pain spread along the nerves, a kind of exhaustion gradually mastered his mind, and his consciousness seemed to be gradually moving away.
In the gradually darkening field of vision, Number One saw the ice thunder mask zooming in. Cui Meng squatted down beside him, holding his throat with one hand and pulling him up.
"On the 1st, you are still a lot worse than the famous generals who believe in the king's army, and you haven't improved." Cui Meng said.
The captain of the Xinwangjun Special Forces warrior shook and coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Ahem, you--" He squeezed out these words laboriously, but saw Cui Meng close one eye, the other eye was burning with flames, and he looked at himself motionlessly.
The Jinjun general holding a machete shook his head. Number One also shook his head weakly, as if to break free of the opponent's restraint. He felt his consciousness gradually indifferent, but a cold touch came from his neck-the barbed metal gloves dragged the girl's throat, which made him feel very uncomfortable. He knew he could not hold on anymore, but he had to remind his believer Qiansui immediately.
Cui Meng looked at him motionless, as if pity was left in his golden eyes. The soldiers of the Xinwangjun Special Forces squad shook, and immediately felt what tricks the opponent was going to use.
Cui Meng said: "You...cough cough..." Number One coughed in pain. Cui Meng's voice stopped abruptly, suddenly or too much.
He raised his hand in a certain direction, and a flaming figure was like a flame bursting from the ground, mixed with rushing lightning. With a loud "bang", long electric arcs drew across the darkness. Cui Meng snorted, but Ma Yueying had already fought him with his left hand once, and then quickly retreated.
"There is also a master-level existence." The golden army knight stared at Ma Yueying, who was standing in the distance, and said, "There are many capable people under that letter king Zhao Zhen."
"Let go of him--!" Ma Yueying looked at the number one in his hand, gritted his teeth and replied.
Cui Hu snorted coldly, throwing away Number One, with a backhand like Ma Yueying swung over. The red-clothed girl was slightly startled, because he felt that the other party had suddenly separated from his unemployment and could not catch it. The cold scimitar had touched his neck. Ma Yueying's heart was cold because of the imminent cold breath with a tingling pain. When he rushed over, he happened to see the scene where Cui Hu played against No.1. He originally thought that it was the opponent's true strength, but he didn't expect that compared with this moment, he was simply keeping his hands.
This Jinjun general was beyond his imagination, and his perception was keen. According to the suspected belief in Wang Zhaozhen's statement, this enemy at least has the strength of the Great Master's pinnacle. In fact, only Grandmaster Pinnacle can defeat Ma Yueying, so Ma Yueying didn't know that she had missed the best opportunity to estimate the opponent's strength.