Aspiring to the Ten Kingdoms

Chapter 379 Death or Surrender!
Murong Yanzhao shot the enemy's front line with his crossbow and turned them on their backs.

In his hand, Ma Yang pointed at the enemy's formation, and rushed to kill him in the first place.

The two armies all sprinted, and they fought in one place in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, and people turned on their backs.

At the moment when Murong Yanzhao was about to collide with the enemy cavalry, he deviated slightly to avoid the enemy's gun, and took advantage of the opportunity to plunge the spear into the enemy's throat.

Although the enemy soldier was dead, the horse was still galloping forward, and the corpse slid along the horse's lance to the middle position.

Murong Yanzhao has so much combat experience, he grabbed the corpse with one hand and the front end of the horse lance with the other, and pulled the lance out from behind the corpse's throat.

The corpse was thrown at a soldier in a suit as a hidden weapon, and the blood-stained horse spear in his hand swung it in a circle, beheading two enemy soldiers who wanted to take the opportunity to attack.

He took the lead, wrapped in a gust of wind, and led the cavalry in front of the palace, breaking through the crowds in front of him...

Ge Li was also one of the few warriors in his father's family. He did not choose to confront Murong Yanzhao head-on, but ran towards the opponent's crossbow cavalry.

The crossbow cavalry is so powerful that they cannot give the opponent a second chance to shoot.

The crossbow reloads slowly, giving them plenty of time to fight in close quarters.

But the other party didn't seem to have any plans for a second round of shooting. After firing the crossbow bolts, they put away the riding crossbow, gathered their formation, and began to charge.

In the blink of an eye, Ge Li had already approached.

The giant dart like a poisonous dragon stabbed at Laiqi.

Laiqi was a capital head named Ren Dong from the Dianqian Division, holding up a long spear and facing Geli fearlessly and stabbing him.

Huge piles and long spears intertwined in the air...

Ren Dong's expression changed suddenly, and his long spear swung away.

Ge Li smiled coldly, and the second time he hit his chest directly, he stabbed directly into Ren Dong's chest.

The huge impact force from both sides prevented Ge Li from pulling back the giant scorpion, and it broke into two pieces with a "click".

While he was in shock, two cavalrymen from the front of the palace came after him, stabbing straight with their spears up and down.

Ge Li's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly turned over and rolled off the saddle. He glanced at him in shock, and saw that his horse had been stabbed to death on the ground, and the bloody spear passed through its thick neck, straight towards the direction of the saddle.

If he took a step slower, he might not only pierce the horse's neck.

If two riders get up and down, no matter what they think about, they may die on the spot...

At this moment, Ge Li secretly feared, what kind of opponent is this?
At this time, the personal guards beside him had already surrounded him, and some even sent their own horses.

Ge Li picked up Ren Dong's spear from the ground, got on his horse, and finally calmed down a little. Looking around the battlefield, he couldn't help but gasped: There was no difference between the sprint and assault tactics of the two sides.

But his personal guards were inseparable from the enemy in front of him, and he was even slightly weaker, and he even almost lost his life.

However, the enemy general Murong Yanzhao almost penetrated his own central army. Although the opponent has the advantage of shooting crossbow arrows into chaos, it is too terrifying to kill his own central army in such a short time...

He originally planned to take advantage of the superiority of his troops to kill through the opponent's crossbow cavalry first, and then flank Murong Yanzhao's Chinese army with the Chinese army back and forth.

The result was just the opposite. The Chinese army, whose attack was blocked and had an absolute advantage in strength, was killed directly?

This……

Gerry's mind was in such a mess that he could hardly believe his eyes.

How can it be?

But the situation was too much for him to think too much. Murong Yanzhao had already killed through the Chinese army, let him complete the interspersed division of the Chinese army, and the entire Chinese army collapsed.

Ge Li yelled sharply: "Heihuer, you resist this army, and I will rescue the Chinese army."

With a loud roar, he immediately led a thousand cavalry to charge towards Murong Yanzhao.

After rushing for less than fifty steps, Ge Li found that the opponent did not attack the Chinese army, but came straight to him.

As far as Ge Li could see, the burly and sturdy figure in black armor, red robe and animal-faced battle helmet was rushing towards him.

A trace of hatred flashed in Ge Li's eyes, as long as he was killed, defeat could be turned into victory.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Yanzhao had rushed close.

With a roar, Ge Li concentrated all his strength on the spear, and charged towards Murong Yanzhao with the help of his horse.

Murong Yanzhao charged towards the gun without hesitation, while Ma Li rushed towards Ge Li with the sound of sharp wind.

As if history was repeating itself, Ma Qiang and the spear collided together.

interlaced...

Ge Li's face paled instantly.

Murong Yanzhao was far beyond Ren Dong's comparison in terms of strength and technique.

Ge Li only felt that the force of this blow was domineering and fierce, but the sides of the weapons collided with each other, which gave him a terrifying power like a landslide, which directly shook his tiger's mouth numb, and the spear almost fell out of his hand!

Murong Yanzhao didn't give Ge Li a chance to catch his breath. Ma Yang penetrated from Ge Li's abdomen. It seemed that he had pierced the spine and couldn't go deep. He directly exerted force with his wrist, and the tip of the lance went up the spine, like a skewer, and smashed the opponent. The whole person picked up.

Ma Leng was raised high, and Ge Li was like a lamb pierced by an iron stake, convulsing and struggling with blood dripping...

Murong Yanzhao stopped charging, but held Gurley high, slowing down like a demonstration, showing off in front of the two armies...

For a moment, the noisy battlefield suddenly lost its sound and became completely silent.

The surrounding people stared dumbfounded at the young patriarch, who had always been brave, hanging on the horse, and even forgot to fight for a while...

"Death, or surrender!"

Murong Yanzhao roared.

The five thousand cavalry in front of the hall shouted in unison: "Death, or surrender!"

The cries of dragons and tigers echoed on the battlefield...

All the warriors of the father's family lost their fighting spirit, did not dare to fight again, and were defeated.

Murong Yanzhao threw the dead body of Ma Chan on the ground, chased and killed the defeated soldiers of the father's clan for a while, and then rushed into the clan's clan, killed all those in charge, and escorted the cattle, sheep, old and weak Women, children and tribal supplies returned to the barracks.

The barracks also experienced a battle, and Hezhou City has been paying attention to the movements of the enemy troops outside the city.

Seeing Murong Yanzhao leaving the camp with five thousand soldiers and horses, they felt that they had an opportunity and sent troops to attack the camp.

Compared to Murong Yanzhao's incomparable bravery, his younger brother Murong Yanqing's martial arts is much inferior, but his temperament is more calm.

During these days of resting under the Hezhou City, he has been building military fortifications and fortifications, and he has not given any opportunity to Hezhou City.

This battle obviously did not satisfy Murong Yanzhao. After handing over the captured cattle and sheep to his younger brother, he rested the team and took the horses captured from his father's family for his own use.

The soldiers in front of the Hall of Five Thousands, one man and two riders, launched a sweep of the river and Tao.

Regardless of the size of the tribe, there is only one sentence: "Death, or surrender!"

Within three days, Murong Yanzhao swept away eighteen tribes, large and small, and the Five Thousand Palace Army ran rampant in Hezhou, Taozhou, and Lanzhou, as if they were in no man's land.

No one can stop, no one can be.

　Thank you Shuyou Animal World for the [-] rewards, and congratulations on the birth of the first leader.

　　
　
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