Chapter 71 First Array 3

The main general of the two armies fights in front of the battle, which pays attention to a boosting morale. If the general wins the other side, the warrior's momentum will be high, and the chance of winning will be a little bigger. The losing party's momentum will be frustrated, and the fighting spirit will be broken down a few points. On the battlefield, the momentum is very ethereal, but it really affects the warrior's combat effectiveness. He wields a knife in his heart and kills fearlessly. Even if he dies, he will never retreat. The sturgeon that goes up against the current to lay eggs and reproduces. With this vigorous spirit, even if he loses, he will never be cowardly.

General Mengyang, dressed in moon and white armor, could not see his face clearly from beginning to end. His face was hidden behind the armor, his horse was flexible, the long gun was half held, and the sharp gun pointed diagonally to the front. The seemingly loose starting style, and the cold murderous thoughts emitted invisibly made people breathless.

General Yan raised the long knife in his hand and said hoarsely, "Since you have a fighting spirit, why don't you urge him to move forward immediately?"

General Mengyang didn't say anything. He kicked the horse's abdomen and hissed forward. His long gun seemed to be tilted by the wind, and it seemed to be placed in the rippled water. It was blurred. His shooting method has always been fierce, but this sharp and heavy gun glowed with tragic silver light and rolled in the wind without making a sound. .

General Yu Dianyan raised his knife horizontally and responded to changes. His only one-eyed coldly looked at this erratic killer. He did not look at General Mengyang, who was covered in armor at all. His eyes wandered on the gunshot like a silver snake, so as to prevent it could open its mouth and poke out its poisonous teeth at any time and bite at him.

The gun broke the tranquility in the movement of flowing clouds, and simply stabbed the general's right hand holding the knife. General Mengyang's hand holding the gun looked loose and weak, and the front of the gun was not as strong as a poisonous dragon. The force was gathered at the tip of the gun, but General Yan's body was still tight. Although he was over 60 years old, his tiger muscles were still swollen and tight, as hard as iron stone, as the man as cold as steel in front of him. The man's long gun made a death that could not be avoided.

In it, I know how much murderous it contains.

The gunshot was only a foot away from his hand. The offensive of the wind and thunder general Ye Qingshan had been exhausted, and General Yan finally waved his knife. General Yan, who waited quietly, was like a ten-year-old rock. Once it moved, the momentum was like a mountain of gravel, urging the horse forward, opening a big knife, and the blade straight to the middle of the long gun. For the master of the gun, the force of a stab condensed on the tip of the gun is huge. The tip of the gun is like hitting the head of a snake, and the miss will be bitten, and the tail of the gun is steady and powerful, such as the old pine rooted in the mountain stone, and the length of the knife cannot touch the tail of the gun. The position where General Yan cut with a knife is the most vulnerable place with a gun.

It's like hitting a snake takes seven inches.

The Vanyang warriors in the rear cheered in unison, and General Yan's hand was extremely beautiful.

The two approached the wrong place. At such a short distance, the gun was long and the knife was short, and the sword was full of advantage. Ye Qingshan had no way to dodge at all. He could only take this knife and chopped vigorously, which was enough to shake people's wrists. General Yan's hand was light, and he suddenly found that his power was completely empty.

The chill in my heart. Except for the shock when the blade first touched the barrel of the gun, I couldn't feel any force on the gun, like a knife into the water. The silver light on the spear suddenly jumped, like a silver butterfly spreading its wings. The long gun flipped quietly with the power of the blade, and the two sides passed by gently. General Yan lost his balance, and Ye Qingshan loosened his left hand. He held the gun in one hand and touched his index finger slightly. The long gun turned to General Yan's right arm at an incredible angle and cut it diagonally.

"General be careful--" Li Siam shouted angrily.

General Yan can no longer dodge and can't block it. The heavy sword not only could not protect him, but also was a burden. He abandoned the knife and fought for the injured horse to retreat. But it didn't work. Ye Qingshan's spearman was like a snake wrapped around his arm, and he pushed forward closely. The poison letter had been rubbed on his skin, and he could feel the cold and sharp metal texture of the spear.

The person who uses the gun pays attention to the strength, the strength is strong, and the strength is condensed, and the thorn is moving forward, but it is the first time in General Yan's life that he has seen such a delicate person as Ye Qingshan uses such a fierce long gun. The long gun is like a live snake in Ye Qingshan's hand, which can rush up from any tricky angle and bite into flesh and blood.

He was cold, flashed sideways, and the horse hid from the left. He staggered the position with the gunman, but he still couldn't avoid the cold front, but the gunman just wanted to cut off his whole right arm, and now he only needs to lose a few fingers.

The murder is sudden.

Ye Qingshan suddenly withdrew the gun and held the end of the long gun, as if he had lifted the two long guns with one hand. Is it the poor white-haired general Yan who has to go to the battlefield for the country and doesn't want him to be injured before taking back the gun? No, he took the gun only to build up his momentum, in order to accumulate real indomitable stabbing power.

The war horse seemed to have spirituality under him and suddenly advanced, adding another two points of strength to Yeqing Mountain on the horse's back. On one side of Yeqing's body, the muscles hidden under the armor soared, and the majestic force burst out of the embankment. The roar of the tiger resounded through the mountain and the mountain. At this moment of the delicate and soft long gun in his hand, he finally restored the original hegemony. Lie. His breakthrough brought up the rolled fallen leaves, his shoulders closed, and his arms kept in a straight line with the long gun - the most perfect thorn.

The power of the whole body was poured into the gun body like water. With the momentum of the war horse, the momentum of forward and the power of pushing the gun reached its peak. At the moment when the arm was completely stretched, the tip of the gun went straight to the heart of the general.

" Stop--" Li Sance came forward immediately, and the long knife in his hand was raised diagonally over his shoulder. He must be angry, and his eyes spewed anger.

He would rather these Fanyang warriors at the foot of Yulan Mountain die than General Yan's death. If the army is gone, it can be recruited again. If General Yan of the Imperial Palace is gone, who else can Fanyang rely on? Since ancient times, many warriors have made great achievements. How many warriors can produce a famous general?

Ye Qingshan, who was covered with steel, was determined to kill him. He knew that the prestige of Yin Cangyan, the imperial palace, was equivalent to that of Emperor Fanyang's secular prestige for Fanyang. Yin Cangyan was buried here, and when he took half of Fanyang's country. At the moment of shooting, he caught a glimpse of unwilling anger flashing on Yin Cangyan's old and ferocious face, and there was a trace of regret in his heart. Ye Mingshan, the general of Mengyang Town, Yin Cangyan, the general of Fanyang Imperial Hall, and two famous generals in the south. His younger brother Ye Qingshan has died, and now this general Yin Cangyan is also going to die in his own hands. The idea of this hero withering is really sad.

However, although there is a touch of sadness in my heart, this perfect thorn still has no hesitation, with a fierce roar, straight into Yin Cangyan's heart.

He glanced at Li Xim, the commander of the Cang navy who hurried forward, and sneered silently. Now even if the King of Heaven came, he could not save Yin Cangyan's life.

Suddenly, a dragon chant came.

The next moment, Qingshan felt that his horse was hit by a huge stone and moved a few feet to the left. This must-kill sting was blocked. He was shocked and still handed out the sting with an unstable center of gravity, but the shot that should have pierced the heart only pierced Yin Cangyan's shoulder and half of the flesh.

He glanced at a glance and only saw a samurai in an ordinary Fanyang soldier's robe leaning on the horse's shoulder fiercely. The horse in horse armor seemed to have been hit by a city hammer, and its four hoofs were stattering unstable. A touch of snowy brilliance flashed, and someone picked up the knife thrown on the ground by General Yan of the Imperial Palace, raised his head and split it at him.

The momentum of this knife is more powerful than his fierce stabbing, wrapped in the sharp beep of the blade breaking through the air, like a broken bamboo.

The strong gun is also reflected in a strong force, and the gun is often domineering and difficult to stop. Just now, the stabbing force handed out the whole long gun. In the face of this knife that split Huashan, he could not stop the gun. Ye Qingshan suddenly stepped on the horse's stamen, and his armored body jumped high like a wild goose. The gun was withdrawn in mid-air, and the white armor rolled like a butterfly in the air. The horse under hissed and couldn't avoid this hegemony. Peili condensed on the blade and cut off the horse's armor. The huge horse's head fell down, and the bright red and hot horse's blood spewed out ten feet high, dyeing the cloud rolling sky red.

Cut the horse with one knife.

The Mengyang wind and thunder cavalry finally had a trace of horror. They thought that this armor made of high gold could block any attack, and there was even a warrior who could cut it away.

Ye Qingshan, who took off in mid-air saw his beloved war horse be beheading and groaned coldly under his face armor. His body adjusted his posture without any focus. He held the handle of the gun with both hands. With a height of two feet in the sky and the huge momentum of armor all over his body, coupled with his own strength, he could not be killed the horse. The soldier's knife to split Huashan just now is the same.

The roaring down of the long gun is far greater than that of the sword, and the heavy sound of breaking the air can hear what unparalleled force it contains. Everyone felt sorry for the warrior who saved General Yan's life. I'm afraid it's such a sad and ridiculous thing to say before he came out.

The sword-wives split the horse, and his strength has been squandered. The knife is so fierce that he can't get out, and he doesn't even have a chance to raise the knife grid.

Ye Qingshan did not regret the Fanyang pawn who dared to kill his horse, but the power of cutting the horse was a little amazing. The most killed on the battlefield are pawns. The death of one is no different from 10,000 deaths. It's nothing more than stacking corpses. What's more, what is it for a pawn to intervene when the two armies are fighting? It's natural for you to kill me and kill me. If you can't catch this shot, don't complain if you die. It's okay to spare you next. Strong strength can survive, and the battlefield is the most real and cruel place.

At this moment, another samurai in Fanyang's robe flew over. He seemed to have been thrown out by a powerful catapult and accurately hit the green mountain in mid-air.

"Bbang--" The two bodies collided, and the voice was heavy and powerful, and it was painful to hear. The armored Ye Qingshan and the mortal Fanyang pawn flew out of each other, one landed smoothly as if nothing had happened, and the armor in front of his chest was obviously shriveled down, and his face armor slipped off, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Ye Qingshan stood up with difficulty and supported his body with a long gun to avoid falling down. At this moment, the Fanyang warrior saw what kind of face this man with superb shooting was.

Ye Qingshan looks in his early 40s, his face is clean, and his eyebrows are full of magnificent. The corners of this majestic man's mouth are overflowing with blood. He looks at General Yan, who was knocked down by him, looks at Li Xian, the governor of the Cang navy behind him, and then watching the killing. His horse almost died under his gun, and finally looked at the Fanyang warrior who knocked him out of his internal injury. Although he was in severe pain, he still held a long gun and stood still.

He held a gun alone, which made the four people feel like a great enemy. He couldn't relax, and his heart was heroic.

"Okay, okay!" He said with a sneer, and a shadow flashed between his eyebrows. Starting from Mengyang's leader, he was invincible all the way to destroy the city and pull out the village. Now he has been hit by a pawn and spit blood. What a funny!

A wind and thunder-riding warrior came forward and gave his horse to the general. Although he was injured and vomited blood, Ye Qingshan, who sat on horseback with a gun, was still majestic.

"General Yan, you have done a good job!" He seemed to smile, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was clear. The next moment, his face suddenly changed and he was very cold. His long gun was held high, and the flag of wind and thunder was also raised, hunting in the autumn wind.

"Wind and thunder ride, crush them!"

The rolling iron flow started again, and with its angry horseshoe almost crushed the earth. It wanted to crush these flimsy Fanyang warriors in front of him into powder, and the Yulan Mountain was like a rolling thunderstorm.

Here is the Shura killing scene, and in the woods by the mountain, a short fat man rubbed his hands, his fat eyes narrowed up, and said foolishly, "Young master, why don't you fly one? Just like the Wang and Xiao Liuzi, our strength is steady. Throwing it will definitely not make you face to the ground, and it will never break!"

The night stars were speechless and scolded angrily: "Get out--"