Chapter 10 Talking about soldiers in the city

Looking out of the city, I saw a team slowly coming out of the Yanmeng camp tent outside the city.

The outside of the city was originally flat, but now several large pits have been dug out, and the corpses buried there are still stench. Even some ** dry grass has long been turned into a piece of powder because of the trampling of war horses and human boots.

So before the Yanmeng team came close, the iron hooves brought a large amount of yellow dust all over the sky, but it was imposing.

When the Yanmeng people came to the place away from the city, they stopped and gradually converged into a long and rectangular black brigade. It seemed that there were about 10,000 people.

I saw the burly Yanmeng warriors in cowhide sheepskin yellow-brown leather suit, one by one, with red eyes, holding a machete high, exuding a fierce atmosphere. Mutoru, one of the three tiger generals of Yanmeng, rode on a big black horse, with a machete across his body, staring at his side.

To Su Yong's surprise, one of the so-called three tiger generals in the Yanmeng grassland was open and aboveboard. He did not take advantage of the silver dragon army to take action before the city, but kept watching coldly.

Damn, is this a war or a martial arts competition? He touched the bridge of his nose and was puzzled.

When the Silver Dragon Army was ready to form a formation, Mutoru raised his hand, and a Yanmeng soldier came up behind him.

I only heard Mutoru mumble, and then the soldier shouted in a stiff Yanlong language: "General Mutoru, the hero on our grassland, said that he would be a real warrior of the Yanlong Empire."

The Silver Dragon Army team for a while**. Xiao Chang was in the limelight, and a personal soldier immediately crossed the team and shouted, "Mutoru, our General Xiao Changfeng will tell you what a real warrior is!"

Which one is this? Su Yongyue is more depressed. I, fuck, show?

He also has the same opinion as a yellow-robed general at the gate. The general was not tall and looked very kind. There were only two guards standing beside him, and he didn't know what level he was.

He stood not far from Su Yong and snorted impatiently, "This Xiao Changfeng also said that he is a happy person. How did he learn these pretentious things?"

A guard next to him answered with a wry smile, "General Xiao is full of martial arts, but these generals also like to show off their names."

"Damn it, they are all brainless guys, and so is Mutoru." Huang Pao narrowed his eyes and said, "Can you use it? How much is a warrior worth?

Su Yongshen thought so and answered with a smile, "That's right, he will fluff people with a name. It's better to draw a circle to make their friendship first!"

The official in the yellow robe looked at him unexpectedly and frowned. A guard next to him immediately shouted, "Who are you?"

"Alas," Huang Pao stared at the official, and the guard immediately retreated. The general laughed at Su Yong and said, "This little brother is right. He is really bored by pretending all day long."

Damn, this guy has such a big tone! Su Yong looked around cautiously. Fortunately, there were no people from the Silver Dragon Army on the tower.

He smiled and arched his hand and said, "Brother, it's okay for you to talk about it here. Don't be heard by them. Be careful not to get into trouble."

"They are also the soldiers of Yanlong. What's the trouble of finding them to relieve the siege? If they don't fight, wouldn't it be a waste of our dragon wings's rations? The general in the yellow robe said carelessly.

This is open-mouthed, stay away from him. Su Yong smiled, arched his hand, and turned around and was about to walk away. Unexpectedly, the general came over and said, "Oh, don't go. You have to be accompanied by someone to watch the play... You seem to be very afraid of them?"

"I'm afraid of a bird!" Su Yongyi was happy and whispered, "I didn't come to the dragon wing, so I had a fight with them. Mom rode a white horse and pretended to be a prince one by one, pretending to be a big army.

"That's right," Huang Pao said with a smile, "That's it. Damn, I've been here for two days, and I haven't even come up the tower! In addition to sleeping with your head covered, you have to eat and drink! It took two days to make an open and honest appointment with people. What a damn! Is it possible to relieve the siege by fighting a dignified battle?

Su Yong nodded repeatedly. I have to say that this official has said it to his heart.

At this time, the guy said again, "I don't think this silver dragon army is as good as the group of black kids from Phoenix. How can it be said that others have just arrived and just took a little rest to fight. How can they be so swd?

"And," Huang Pao said with a smile: "I heard that there was a Phoenix detachment that atonement last night, but it was majestic. The leader is called... What is it called? Do you know which generals they are?

The general saw Su Yong in black armor and knew that it was a reinforcement from Phoenix, so he asked him.

But at this time, the war under the city had begun.

Xiao Changfeng is not a fast food. He shouted angrily, his legs were pinched, and the jade rabbit and horse under his seat ran like a dragon. At this time, the silver gun in his hand had danced into a white storm and rushed up to the other party.

The silver dragon army behind him, like a rolling silver wave, rushed to the black one aggressively.

Almost at the same time, Mutoru also shouted wow, and the brown leather goose behind him roared, dancing the machete in his hand, and squeezing it like Montenegro.

The two black and white steel armies collided with each other with a bang, with great momentum, and even the air was cut apart. After the dull sound wave sounded, the clap of countless steel knives slashing on the armor, the crisp sound of countless long machetes collided with each other, and the deafening roars and screams all exploded, like an extremely majestic symphony.

Su Yong felt the huge power on the 20-foot-high tower, and a faint bloody smell was smelled in his nostrils.

Xiao Changfeng first met not the tiger general Mutoru, but several soldiers who rushed around him.

The four heroes of Yanlong really live up to their reputation. After the silver gun hit a long phantom from a piece of silver light, the snowy silver light suddenly disappeared.

Looking at it again, the bodies of three Yanmeng soldiers have been strung on Xiao Changfeng's silver gun, like a string of super-large sugar-coated haws, and the blood-red "sugar syrup" is constantly dripping down.

Na Mutoru is also a natural magic power. The machete struggled to cut, and a neat line of silver dragon soldiers actually cut a huge gap for him. Before several silver dragon sergeants could scream, they were cut into two pieces by him and horses, and the liver and intestinal organs were bleeding all over the ground. It can be seen that the strength of the knife was amazing.

The two generals easily harvested the burden around them and finally fought together.

I only saw the silver gun going to sea like a dragon, stabbing the bleeding hole under the tumbling. The machete swept the leaves like the autumn wind, and the broken limbs flew around. After a while, the two could not be seen clearly where they were, and there was only a huge storm intertwined by a white and black cyclone.

The soldiers who were slightly closer next to him, whether they were Yanlong warriors or Yanmeng big men, were swept in by the strong wind and turned into minced meat and flew around.

Even if Su Yong had a lot of opinions about this silver dragon army, he was stunned at this moment.

Shit, I thought I was the most ruthless in the world, but who would have thought that there would be such a fierce person in the world! He couldn't help shouting his shame.

In fact, his bloody battle last night was just a person who didn't know martial arts and fought hard with people with a blood. How can he compare with such a famous general for a long time?

If he is against such a fierce man, even if he has a magic weapon in his hand, he is afraid he can't get close to him. I'm afraid that the power of others waving weapons at high speed will make him vomit blood.

The general in the yellow robe beside him also nodded at this time: "Well, this Xiao Changfeng is not a guy who can only move his mouth, but he still has some ability."

How many points? Su Yong frowned.

And the two teams with clear black and white, the Silver Dragon Army is better equipped and waiting for work.

Yanmeng people are born with divine power and aggressive nature.

Under the top two, there was no winner. At the black-and-white glue, it gradually bites out the slit point of a wavy line, which looks a bit like a huge Taiji diagram from a distance.

Of course, the center of this Taiji map is where the storm is located, and it is also the fighting range of the two generals.

The two sides have been fighting for a long time, and the victory or defeat has not been seen for a while. At this time, the yellow-robed general suddenly sighed.

Almost at the same time, Su Yong also shook his head and sighed, "If General Xiao is not so aggressive and can organize the formation separately, we should have an advantage."

"Oh?" The yellow robe brightened the official's unexpected eyes: "Can you see it too?"

Although the combat strength of the two sides is comparable, the Silver Dragon Army is neat and usually pays great attention to training the lineup. If it can be effectively arrayed, it can further expand the results with the advantages of shield armor and weapons.

However, he has fallen into a melee at this moment. No one organized the long guns, short knives, shields and armor arms at all, and they can only kill desperately like the Yanmeng people.

This is also what Su Yong said before in favor of the Huangpao general, "How much is a warrior worth per catty?" The reason.

A successful general is not only to fight bravely and pursue personal heroism, but to expand the results and defeat the enemy in an effective way, which is the most important.

Although Su Yong was also brave and fierce last night, he could inspire everyone's fighting spirit and organize his own team, instead of focusing on his own fighting and ignoring the team.

In contrast, Su Yong has the right to despise General Xiao Changfeng, the so-called four heroes of Yanlong.

"If it were me, how would I fight?" Su Yong couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the scene of a scuffle.

"That's right, you haven't told me that the team last night was..." Huang Pao looked at the situation and couldn't help thinking about what had happened before.

"I brought it," Su Yong said calmly, "The 100 team members last night are the brothers around me. Xue Du's head is dead, and I will lead them for the time being."

"Ah? So it's you! Are you the... Su Yong?" Before the Huangpao general finished speaking, Su Yong stared at a black cloud floating in the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's the matter?" The yellow robe is the official.

Su Yong suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Your excellency, I'd like to invite you to watch a good play!"

After saying that, he pulled out his bleeding knife and shouted loudly to his team: "Brothers, call all the teammates of the Black Whirlwind, all equipped with long and short weapons, prepare horses immediately, and get ready to go out of the city to meet the enemy!"

Out of town? Everyone looked at each other.

Su Yong's face turned pale: "Brothers, if you can trust me, Su Yong, go and inform the brigade to follow me and see how I can leave these ten thousand wild geese!"