"Please calm down, King Ba. We don't doubt you!" Du Yong, a warrior of the Du tribe, clasped his fists and said, "I will go and rescue them right away."
The chief of the Du tribe is already old, so sending Du Yong to the battle this time is to give him experience. He is much stronger than the pampered Pu Yang, and he believes that he can easily deal with this old veteran.
The drums sounded again, and Du Yong went into battle carrying the black iron shield given to him by the chief. After fighting for more than ten rounds, the old general chopped off his shield with a sword and cut off half of his body from the shoulder, with his internal organs scattered all over the ground. He died in a very tragic way.
The whole place was filled with shock and everyone was stunned. Not to mention how strong this veteran was, he could actually split the black iron shield with one sword. What kind of magic weapon was this
Huang Zhong's white beard fluttered as he looked at Guan Shang with his sword drawn and shouted, "Who else?"
"I am a dignified Ba warrior, how can I be frightened by an old soldier?" A man at the pass shouted and led his troops out of the pass.
"Xiba—" Xiduo, the chief of the Xi tribe, was shocked. It was too late to stop him, so he had to change his words: "Kill the old thief and avenge our people!"
Xiba is the bravest warrior of the Xi tribe and also the strongest warrior of the entire Ba tribe. The word "Ba" was given by the witch god Zhang Xiu himself, symbolizing the bravery of the Ba people.
Xiba was born with supernatural powers. He held an eighty-jin mountain-splitting axe in his hand. Unlike other Ba soldiers who used shields, the round black iron shield was tied to his left arm but had never been used. It looked more like a badge.
Those who fought with him had no chance to fight back and were killed by his axe as soon as they met.
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The two men fought, Xiba chopped down fiercely with his axe, and Huang Zhong blocked with his sword. There was a loud bang, and the riders on their mounts stood up, and they both retreated backwards.
"Hey, the old guy has some skills!" Xiba's eyes widened. He didn't expect that this veteran could actually take his full-strength attack.
"Try my swordsmanship!" Huang Zhong's blood was also shocked. He knew that he could not passively take the beating, so he brandished his sword and charged forward.
Xiba roared and swung his axe like a black bear. The big knife collided with it and was shaken away. With this brute force alone, he forced Huang Zhong to retreat continuously.
However, Huang Zhong was very experienced and did not fight him head-on. Instead, he avoided and fought at the same time. Relying on his exquisite moves, he managed to make Xiba a little flustered.
The two fought for more than thirty rounds. Xiba's offensive weakened, and the axe gradually became heavy. He was sweating and panting.
Huang Zhong slashed forward with his sword, and when the other party dodged, he shouted, "Are you from the Park clan?"
"I am... the warrior of the Xibu tribe—Xiba!"
Xiba was breathing heavily, thinking that Huang Zhong looked down on him, so he raised his axe and attacked again.
Huang Zhong seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He turned his horse around and rode away. He could not hold his sword steadily and it dragged on the ground. The tip of the sword scraped through the soil, making a harsh sound.
"Hey, old thief, get out of here!" Xiba gritted his teeth and fought to the death with his last bit of strength. Finally, Huang Zhong was exhausted. He was not willing to let him go and urged his horse to chase after him.
"Go on, my good brother - kill him!" At the critical moment, Xiduo shouted with clenched fists.
Pu Hu immediately issued an order: "Tell everyone to prepare. Once this old general is dead, the entire army will rush out to rescue the prince and avenge the clan!"
Gong Xi and two other leaders immediately went down the pass and told the soldiers to get ready. The Ba warriors held shields in their hands and placed their weapons on the shields, waiting for the order, then they played the war song and charged out of the pass.
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Huang Zhong ran quickly with his sword dragging backwards. The tip of the sword drew a trail of dust on the ground and even produced sparks when it hit a stone.
Xiba followed closely behind, getting closer and closer, roaring, raising his axe and chopping the opponent's back hard.
Woo—
At this moment, the blade on the ground suddenly bounced up like an angry dragon that was startled, carrying with it the wind and sand, and slid across the air with a dazzling cold light.
Xiba was holding the axe with both hands and chopped down with all his strength. The blade moved from bottom to top, cutting from the left rib to the right chest, ripping his stomach open in an instant.
Splash—thump—
Blood and internal organs were first scattered all over the ground, and then the huge corpse fell down with a bang. The axe flew away, leaving a bloodstain four or five feet long on the ground. It was even more tragic than Du Yong's death.
Xiduo was waving his fists and cheering, but the sudden change made him freeze up. After a while, he screamed, "Ah—Xiba!"
Huang Zhong rode back and looked at the mess on the ground. He said with emotion: "Yun Chang's sword-dragging trick is really powerful!"
It turned out that Guan Ping and Huang Zhong's daughter were engaged, and the man wanted to pay the betrothal gift. Guan Yu thought that gold, silver and other valuables were too tacky. Both of them were quite experienced in swordsmanship, so he simply taught Huang Zhong his unique skill, the dragging sword tactic.
Pu Hu scratched a bloody groove on the wall with his fingernails, turned his head and stared at Du Wei, gritted his teeth and said: "Why don't you Qiang tribe go to fight?"
Du Fu was furious. When it was time to kill the enemy and make merit, you all rushed to do it. Now that the situation is unfavorable, you want our people to die
Just as he was about to argue, Wang Ping clasped his fists and said, "I am willing to go and meet the enemy!"
Wang Ping asked for battle again, and Du Fu was unable to dissuade him, so he had to lead his troops himself to plunder the enemy camp.
When they reached the pass, Du Fu complained, "Zijun has always been steady, why are you so rash this time? You shouldn't have pushed yourself to the front."
Wang Ping sighed, "The seven divisions have suffered heavy casualties, how can we not fight? If anything happens to me, please do not come to rescue me."
"Huh?" Du Wei was stunned. Wang Ping had already urged his horse to leave the pass.
This time, even the drumbeats became sparse and weak. Wang Ping clasped his fists and said, "I am Wang Ping. The old general has been fighting for a long time. Please let someone else come."
Huang Zhong was ordered to go into battle this time. According to Liu Qi's instructions, if they were members of the Park clan, they should be captured if possible, but if not, they should be released. All the other members of the seven clans should be killed in order to use the strategy of sowing discord.
At this time, he had captured the son of the King of Ba and killed two generals. His mission was complete. Seeing that this young general knew how to behave and that his name was not from the Seventh Surname, his murderous aura was reduced by half. He stroked his beard and smiled, saying:
"Although Huang is old, only his hair and beard are old, but the sword in my hand is not old. Do you dare to give it a try?"
Wang Ping did not answer, but rode out with his spear in hand. The two horses crossed each other, and he waved his hands to dance out several spear flowers, stabbing at Huang Zhong's upper body.
He grew up in Chengdu. Unlike other Ba people, he did not use a shield but used guns with both hands, which made him more suitable for fighting on horseback.
"Excellent spearmanship!" Huang Zhong's eyes lit up, he held his sword horizontally and asked, "Are you a general under the Seven Surnames Wang?"
"The Ba people have more than just seven surnames!" Wang Ping shouted in a deep voice, turned his horse around and charged forward again.
Huang Zhong brandished his sword to meet the enemy, and the old man and the young man started fighting in front of the pass. After more than twenty rounds, there was no clear winner. The two Ba kings, Pu Hu and Du Fu, were extremely surprised. They had never expected that Wang Ping had such ability.
In fact, Pu Yang and Du Yong were not weak. If they had not underestimated the enemy and rushed forward recklessly, they could have fought with Huang Zhong for at least ten rounds.
Wang Ping barely managed to hold on for twenty rounds before he began to feel the strain, especially as the opponent's blade was always around his neck. He knew that if he continued to fight, his life would be in danger.
When the two horses approached, he raised his gun and barely blocked the sword, and said urgently: "General Huang, I want to see General Liu. I have something important to discuss. I hope you will show mercy."
Huang Zhong was startled. Wang Ping had already pretended to be defeated. He yelled and leaned back, then fell off his horse.
Huang Zhong pointed his knife at Wang Ping, and soldiers rushed forward, tied up Wang Ping, and took him back to the camp.
On the mountain road, people shouted and horses neighed, and flags fluttered. The army from Jingzhou had arrived. Du Fu did not dare to pursue them rashly, and led his troops back to the interior of the country.