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Chapter 657
The sound of hooves getting closer, violent and dull.

Zhao Aqi sent three hundred crossbowmen from the north, but he disappeared in the mist.

Time is running out, and only so many can be summoned.

More people stood firm in the fog.

Yang Zheng could see the white gas from the horse's mouth and nose, as well as the shining long knife, "Shoot the arrow!"

The crossbowman stepped forward, hardly needing to aim.

With a "buzz", the crossbow arrows were shot out at the same time.

"Call-"

The war horse screamed violently and fell suddenly into the morning mist.

But such casualties could not dampen their resolve.

"King Qin is here, who are you waiting for? Dismount quickly!" Zhao Ahqi's roar came from fifty steps to the west.

With this shout, the other party found the target.

The war horse neighed high in the mist.

"Success or failure depends on one move, and you will kill Yang thief!" A strong roar sounded.

The war horses in the mist turned around one after another and rushed towards Zhao Ahqi.

"Let the arrows! Let the arrows!" Yang Zheng whispered.

A crossbow shot through the morning fog and shot at the cavalry.

Both the man and the horse screamed violently, but the enemy obviously also had the will to die.

The horse's hooves roared and slammed into Zhao Aqi's direction.

Then there was the muffled sound of flesh and blood hitting the iron shield, screams, the crisp sound of spears tearing bones, and the blunt sound of knives hitting armor...

"Kill Thief Yang!" More and more cavalry rushed out of the mist.

Soon there was the sound of horseshoes breaking bones.

Behind this group of cavalry, there were two small groups of cavalry following. They fought desperately, directly hitting the spears and large shields of the infantry with their flesh and blood.

In the gray morning mist, a cloud of blood mist burst out from time to time.

"Tie Yang, today is the day of your death!" One person roared with wild laughter.

Yang Zheng rode on Wu Yu, fetched a long lance, and shouted in a low voice: "Zhao Aqi must be saved!"

The brothers in Wuweiying got less and less, and Yang Zheng cherished everyone.

For the sake of the Great Qin, Zhao Ah Qi has been dormant in the Kingdom of Shu for nearly ten years. This kind of perseverance is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Now Zhao Ahqi is deliberately exposing himself to protect himself, so as to attract the enemy cavalry to charge.

The most difficult thing to gather is the human heart.

Those who put out salaries for Daqin to put out fires must not die in the wind and snow.

"My lord, just lead a team to attack!" Yang Ji took the initiative to stand up and said.

"No need to say much, just protect the king!" Yang Zheng felt that it was safest to charge with his own soldiers.

"Wei!" Yang Ji also got on his horse.

At a distance of dozens of steps, the soldiers and cavalry cooperated with each other and killed them in the blink of an eye.

The bloody storm rushed towards him, and Yang Zheng felt as if he had returned to the past. The blood in his body was surging, and his long spears turned into phantoms.

The enemies standing in front fell one after another.

Lin Sen holds a strong bow and guards the left and right. Whenever an enemy rushes, he can nail the opponent to death with one arrow.

Yang Ji rushed to the front, holding a spear used by infantry, every time the spear was stabbed, it could pick and kill an enemy.

This kind of arm strength and eyesight is really extraordinary.

I used to think that he was more of a scribe, but I didn't expect that he would be a brave general on the battlefield.

Hongnong Yang's family is really extraordinary.

"Excellent martial arts, take the lance!" Yang Zheng threw his long lance to him.

Yang Ji grabbed it with his left hand, but he didn't throw away the spear in his right hand. He swung the left spear and the right spear continuously, stabbing two more people to death immediately.

There was a burst of applause from the soldiers around.

With such a brave general, there was absolutely no need for Yang Zheng to make a move. He just followed Yang Ji, surrounded by Lin Sen and other personal guards.

The enemy army really thought that the king of Qin was in the front, completely ignoring what was behind him.

"Slay the thief Yang! Kill the thief Yang!"

The man's voice was trembling, even a little distorted.

If Yang Zheng is really killed, the rise of the Southern Huns is inevitable.

Yang Zheng sneered in his heart, it's a pity that this day will never come.

Attacking back and forth, the cavalry soon couldn't resist and fell off their horses one after another.

The rest were also surrounded by the supporting infantry.

The enemy repeatedly hit hard, but still couldn't get out of trouble.

The infantry shrinks, and the space for the cavalry to move is getting smaller and smaller.

"Liu Yuan is here, does Yang thief dare to fight to the death?" The roar was like thunder, like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage.

It turned out to be Liu Yuan, no wonder this cavalry was so fierce and fearless, they were able to kill him, almost charging with flesh and blood.

It's a pity that it can only stop here.

After a night of raiding and fighting, the morning sun hangs in the sky, and although the morning fog has not faded, it has already lightened a lot.

More than 30 riders in Gaixin gradually appeared, and almost everyone had feather arrows stuck in their bodies.

The leader is tall and tall, wearing a green armor, with a long beard fluttering, and in a trance, he actually looks like Guan Gong in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Liu Yuan is a hero in history, but the sons he gave birth to are really hard to describe.

The ferocious beast is about to die, and its momentum is astonishing.

The people of Qin have always favored martial arts, and Liu Yuan was tall and straight, with an extraordinary face, roaring to be singled out, and Qin Jun showed a little bit of respect.

"You are only a bandit chieftain, how can you rival the king? One is enough to take your head!" Yang Ji threw down his spear, straightened his long lance, and walked into the formation.

Liu Yuan's eyes were exceptionally bright, as if two sharp arrows pierced through the mist, "Thief Yang pretends to be a hero, but he teaches a brat with a yellow hair to fight, which only makes the world laugh!"

Yang Zheng couldn't help but wonder, what kind of cats and dogs came to him to single out, would he still survive?

Besides, are you fucking qualified to single out?

Sima Yan is almost here.

Yang Ji let out a long laugh, "If Your Excellency dies at the hands of Huang Maoruzi, it will really make the world laugh!"

Liu Yuan's eyes sharpened, his long beard fluttered, "Okay, today I will behead you first, and then take the life of Bandit Yang!"

The two patted their war horses and came to confront each other, and the spear in their hands turned into a silver light.

When approaching, the silver light disappeared, as if swallowed by mist.

The war horses staggered past, and everyone held their breath.

Yang Zheng also looked nervously at the battlefield.

Suddenly, Yang Ji's war horse fell to the ground, and he also fell down.

lost?

The cavalry attack is extremely dangerous, and the victory or defeat is only a moment away. Whoever has high martial arts skills does not necessarily win.

Yang Zheng couldn't help feeling disappointed.

This kind of heads-up, if you win, can greatly boost morale. Similarly, if you lose, it will have a great blow to morale.

Yang Ji's level of pretentiousness has almost caught up with Liu Heng, and he really created retribution...

Just put your hands up, ready for the crossbowman to shoot them.

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers from around, it turned out that Yang Ji stood up again, holding his spear upside down, "Come again!"

However, at this time, Liu Yuan's body on the horse's back fell obliquely...

A false alarm.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The soldiers stepped forward, chopped down other standing enemy soldiers with their knives, and raised Yang Ji to throw high.

The cheers spread from outside the city to the inside of the city, and gradually became "Long live the Great Qin! Long live the King!"

Yang Zheng also laughed.

Liu Yuan is dead, and the Southern Huns are also finished!
The morning fog gradually dissipated, and the Qin army cheered for victory all over the mountains and plains.

"Yang Ji listened to the order and led [-] paces of riding alone to sweep the five tribes of the Southern Huns for the Great Qin!" Yang Zheng looked him up and down, but found no wounds.

"The minister takes orders!" Yang Ji said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)