clang—
There was a loud noise as weapons collided.
Zhao Feng held the 120-jin copper mace in one hand and danced with it tightly, his martial energy almost weaving into a net that drags the sky and the earth.
No matter how fast the enemy's attack was, whether it was as fast as lightning or as violent as a storm, he would sit firmly on the horse's back with his feet clamped on the horse's belly.
Although he looked relaxed on the surface, his heart was actually sounding the alarm.
The bearded warrior in front of him was incomparable to his previous opponents. Whether it was speed, strength, or combat experience, he was almost on par with him! It seemed impossible to take down everyone in thirty or forty rounds as expected.
The flags fluttered and the cold wind howled.
But no one felt the slightest bit of coldness.
Everyone stared at the tense battle situation intently.
In the center of the battlefield, dust was flying and martial energy was raging.
Shen Tang put his hands in front of his eyebrows as eyelids. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. Unfortunately, several familiar generals were all recuperating from their injuries. Captain Yang, needless to say, would never be able to go to the battlefield again in his lifetime, and Gong Shuwu had not yet recovered to his strength, so he stayed behind.
As for the brothers Zhai Le and Zhai Huan—
They were chased all the way when they fled from Xiaocheng, and they also encountered Shao Chong who had a mad attack. He has not yet fully recovered.
In other words—
Shen Tang is the only "military general" among his troops.
Ah this, does anyone still remember that she is a scholar of literary talent
At this time, Gu Chi's words awakened the dreamer.
He said, "Bronze maces are usually dual weapons, right?"
These words reached Shen Tang's ears clearly.
Only then did Shen Tang realize what was wrong.
Bronze maces usually appear in pairs.
Why did Zhao Feng use a single mace
Many single-handed weapons are more lethal than a bronze mace and more convenient for close combat on horseback. Moreover, Zhao Feng's two arms are equally strong and powerful, so it seems that there is no possibility of "biasedness".
Could it be—
A guess emerged in her mind: Is Zhao Feng hiding his abilities
Alliance leader Wu Xian was also closely following the battle situation.
Each of them was a brave warrior or a scholar with excellent hearing and vision. Seeing Zhao Feng and the rebel generals fighting to a draw, some people secretly broke into a cold sweat. The rebels could not afford to lose the first battle, but the allied forces could not afford to lose even more.
The Alliance Army was formed by a makeshift group of small forces.
Although their numbers far outnumbered the 10,000 rebels, their morale was far less united than theirs, and their morale was just as easily shaken. Once their morale dropped and their hearts were divided, if the rebels launched a general attack, their side would be doomed to failure... Everyone secretly observed the leader Wu Xian.
Gu Ren on the side said: "Alliance Leader Wu, this—"
They need to be prepared for both scenarios.
Even if Zhao Feng lost, his head could not be taken away.
There is a difference between losing and losing miserably.
Unexpectedly, Wu Xian, the leader of the alliance, was still as steady as a rock and had a well-thought-out attitude, not worrying at all that Zhao Feng would lose his life in the fight. Gu Ren guessed that Wu Xian must have a backup plan, and temporarily suppressed the worry that was welling up in his heart.
Although he had to wait and see what happened, just in case, Gu Ren secretly signaled to the soldiers under his tent. The soldiers received the order and quietly rushed to Chao Lian's side. When Chao Lian saw the soldiers, he knew what was going on and asked, "What instructions does the lord have?"
The soldier leaned over and whispered in his ear, and Chao Lian nodded in understanding.
"Reply to the lord and tell him I know."
The soldiers went back with peace of mind only after receiving the reply.
Gu Ren was able to keep his composure, but the others were not. They were all on pins and needles, anxious and panicked, not knowing what to do. One person pretended to whisper to the person beside him: "Master Wu, aren't you worried that your generals will die here?"
Such a brave warrior must naturally play his best role.
It's really not worth it to lose here.
Another person chuckled: "Alliance Leader Wu is not like those of us with poor family backgrounds. He has many talented people. I heard that each of the six brave generals under his command has an extraordinary background. Maybe he has his own considerations." Although he spoke in a low voice, who among those present was not sharp-eyed and sharp-eared
These words were heard by Wu Xian word for word.
His fingers resting on his legs tapped intermittently, seemingly in a disorderly manner but actually following a strange rhythm. Finally, he responded and turned around to chat with his trusted scholar in black clothes with a smile.
"Gongsu, it's rare to see Dayi so happy..."
The scholar in black shirt said calmly: "A chess player meets an worthy opponent, a general meets a talented person."
The warrior with a brave mind is different from the scholar with a literary mind.
The latter can use mental calculations to make up for the lack of literary strength. The upper level of the second-grade literary heart may be beaten by the lower level of the ninth-grade literary heart, but it is different for martial courage warriors. There is a gap between each level. The higher the level of martial courage, the bigger the gap.
It is very difficult for high-level warriors to challenge each other unless they fight desperately, let alone succeed in the challenge - typical examples are Yang Duwei and Gong Xichou. This group is like a pyramid, the higher you go, the fewer there are, and the chance of encountering each other is also smaller.
With Zhao Feng's strength, he usually practices alone or practices with a few acquaintances. There are only a few familiar faces coming and going, and they know each other's skills and abilities well. However, he cannot let go and fight to the death, so he feels quite constrained and frustrated when he does.
He is still a slow starter.
When sparring with others, he often feels that he has finished warming up and had enough foreplay, but his opponent has already finished fighting. It is totally frustrating!
Even though Zhao Feng was fighting with others in a stalemate, people who were familiar with him knew that he was completely excited after his warm-up!
Alliance Leader Wu Xian laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's true."
The scholar in black shirt withdrew his gaze from the battlefield and turned his sight to Qi Shan who was standing beside Shen Tang in the distance. The latter seemed to sense something and turned his head to look over. The two of them met in the air and then turned away tacitly. The scholar in black shirt frowned and pursed his lips.
At this moment, a huge collision that shook the ground suddenly erupted on the battlefield. Under the gaze of the two armies, Zhao Feng's momentum suddenly rose, and the rich martial spirit almost seeped out from under his skin, forming a layer of light red mist.
"Accept your fate—"
Zhao Feng opened his left hand.
Another bronze mace appeared in the palm of his hand.
He blocked the enemy's weapon with his right hand, and swung the bronze mace with his left hand to hit the enemy's forehead hard. The force of this blow was far greater than the previous one, and the enemy's horse neighed as if it could not bear the heavy burden.
The warhorse under Zhao Feng's crotch took advantage of the situation and charged forward, raising its hoof and kicking.
The bearded general was no pushover either.
He didn't dodge or give way, but took the attack with all his might.
Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and the martial energy from the iron mace left a gully several dozen feet long on the ground. Sand and dust flew everywhere, and the martial energy was vented towards the bearded general without reservation.
Clank, clank, clank—
In the blink of an eye, the trembling continued for dozens of rounds.
Almost at the same time, the two men's martial energy condensed into ferocious beast shadows, rushing to bite and kill each other. As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway, everyone saw that after Zhao Feng used the pair of copper maces, his body seemed to turn on some kind of switch.
Better than a beast out of the cage, its momentum keeps rising.
The situation was originally evenly matched, but after dozens of rounds, the balance began to slowly but steadily tilt towards him.
Chao Lian's hand, which was tightly gripping the reins of his warhorse, loosened slightly.
If nothing unexpected happens, we can win this game.
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