Mr. Yangui

Chapter 657 Chapter Sixty-Five Seven
Fat Xiong and Chen Lianbao led the Fashuai army of less than fifteen hundred arrogantly across the left, without any fear. It is unbearable for individuals to talk about "low-grade horses" and "plague pigs".

So following the order of the black-faced burly man, the 1000 court soldiers on the left rushed forward with high morale, and vowed to chop all the more than [-] French commanders into meat paste.

The distance is getting closer, screaming and killing.

It is not surprising that both parties have experienced this situation many times.

Chen Lianbao looked at the distance, and suddenly shouted: "Do it..."

The crossbow convoy on the two slopes and the front lifted the thatch, and dozens of ballistas showed their sharp fangs, and everyone operated them skillfully.

The black-faced burly man took a closer look and was startled.

What the hell are these things?
Whoosh whoosh... whoosh whoosh...

The dense arrows rushed towards him like a torrential rain, except that the torrential rain was vertical, while the arrow rain was horizontal.Moreover, the speed of the arrow rain was extremely fast, making it impossible for people to react.

"Be careful..." The black-faced burly man panicked and shouted loudly. At the same time, he used a knife to fly several powerful arrows, but two arrows still pierced into his left shoulder and ribs. Although they did not cause internal injuries, But pain and affecting mobility are nothing to worry about.

The screams came one after another.

The soldiers rushing to the front fell down in rows like cutting wheat, which was very tragic, and the soldiers behind were also taken aback by the movement.

Is this terrible rain of arrows sent out by these dozens of things that look like carts?

what the hell?

There is no time for everyone to think too much, the second round of arrow rain is here again...

Fat Bear raised his ax and shouted, "Suppress me..."

……

intermediate.

Divided into two roads, the two roads are very close.

Shi Feng, Han Dazhi, Cao Hao, and Zhai Changping led an army to meet Qiu Yue.

The same ballista was the first to show its power. After a few rounds, Qiu Yue was caught off guard, but Qiu Yue was much calmer than the black-faced strong man on the left. He quickly calmed down and shouted at the elite team: "Give me Go ahead, chop up those cars..."

Jiang Minglun was just waiting, and now he laughed loudly: "Qiu Yue, Jiang has been waiting for a long time..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his big hand and rushed forward with the black iron knife.

It doesn't matter if the ballista is destroyed, the most important thing is to be able to fire a few more rounds before it is destroyed.

Qiu Yue had a lot of good assaulters, but Jiang Minglun also had a large number of guards, four hundred of them, who could wait for a long time to work, and this attack was extraordinary. The pride of fear of death.

Cao Hao shouted: "Pay attention to the launch position, hurry up..."

Han Dazhi raised his sword and shouted: "The third battalion follows me around the flank..."

close.

Most of the ballistas finally stopped firing, and if they fired again, they would shoot their own people.

Qiu Yue felt great hatred in his heart. In just a short time, his subordinates lost more than a thousand people, most of them were killed by the ballista. At this time, Jiang Minglun was wielding a big knife to kill all directions, killing him. The sent elite team chopped into Chinese cabbage.

As for Shi Feng and Han Dazhi, they had already organized their troops to charge, and some small teams had already circled to the flanks, and started doing the despicable deeds of detonators.

"General Qiu, we must take the lead in stopping Jiang Minglun's team of hundreds of people, otherwise our formation will be destroyed in a short time, and we will be harvested by them calmly!" Looking at Qiu Yue, the subordinates made suggestions.

In the two routes in the middle, there were 8000 people in the imperial court, which were still selected, while the Fashuai army only had more than [-] people.

There was an obvious gap in the strength of the two sides, but at this time they fought in half, and the momentum of the Fashuai army was obviously superior.

The team led by Jiang Minglun played a very important role, and Qiu Yue's subordinates saw the key, so they made suggestions.

"His grandma's... I'm going to kill that guy Jiang Minglun right now, and you guys will follow!" Qiu Yue's face turned pale.

He was quickly stopped by his subordinates, "No way, General, Jiang Minglun is known as the number one general in the Fashuai Army, and his reputation is even higher than that of Yang Su, Wei Xin and others. It is said that ordinary eighth-rank beginners can't beat him much, you don't care Rush forward rashly, in case something goes wrong, be careful that you will lose everything...Jiang Minglun is fine, if Lu Zeisan is on the sidelines, wouldn't your rushing up be more like a sheep than a tiger's mouth?"

Qiu Yue said ruthlessly: "Could it be that Jiang Minglun, that hairless bastard, is allowed to be so arrogant? If I don't rush, won't I make the French Commander look down on me, Liangzhou man... Lu thief, I'm afraid of Lu Thieves don't come!"

In fact, Qiu Yue didn't want to fight Jiang Minglun head-on, and deliberately yelled so loudly for Lu Xuanhong and others beside him.

"Jiang Minglun, how dare you underestimate me, a boy from Liangzhou?"

Lu Xuanhong smiled coldly, and said: "General Qiu is good at commanding a large army to fight. We only need to send an additional elite team to withstand Jiang Minglun's team. As for Jiang Minglun himself, leave it to Xiao Wang and the teachers!"

"This……"

Qiu Yue showed a troubled look, and said: "Your Highness, how can you go deep into a dangerous situation, if there is any injury, even if you die, you will have to bear the blame..."

Lu Xuanhong raised his hand to interrupt, and said: "No need to say much...it's just a rumor, I don't believe that Jiang Minglun really has eighth-rank strength..."

He really didn't believe it, even though there were many rumors about Jiang Minglun.

He has also participated in the martial arts conference, and he knows a little about Jiang Minglun, a "friend of the test".

At that time, although Jiang Minglun's reputation among the younger generation was not small, his hard power was only at the middle level of the sixth rank, which was at the same level as Tang Ruoyang, Lu Xuandong, Zhang Yanbang, etc., and inferior to the fifth son of Chang'an, Han Dade, Su Ming, etc. a notch.

How many years have passed?

That group of people from back then has made a lot of progress now, and the most outstanding three are Li Wufeng, Lu Xuanyi, and Han Dade, who are still attacking the middle rank of the seventh rank.Does Jiang Minglun have the strength to defeat the elementary level of the eighth rank?

impossible.

Lu Xuanhong knew that the battlefield was a place where people were tempered, but Jiang Minglun would not improve so fast, he was only a seventh-rank intermediate if he was great.

Qiu Yue exhaled, and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness is righteous... Vice General Guo, I order you to personally lead the elite team to follow His Royal Highness and all the teachers. You must swear to protect His Royal Highness to the death."

Deputy General Guo said seriously: "This subordinate takes orders!"

After half an hour.

"Jiang Minglun, don't be arrogant, Lu Xuanhong is here!" Under the protection of all the guards, Lu Xuanhong finally reached the battle circle.

"Hehe, the little prince is here..."

Jiang Minglun smirked and waved his knife: "Everyone, please take care of the little prince. If you are alive, go and exchange gold with Lu Yuanyu in the future..."

"Don't be ashamed!"

One of Lu Xuanhong's guards gave a cold snort, jumped up, and directly hit Jiang Minglun's face with his long sword.

boom!
With a flash of white light, the guard was knocked into the air, screamed and fell into the crowd, unable to get up again.

An erratic voice sounded: "I heard that the little prince is coming, Lucifert came to pay his respects..."

(End of this chapter)