Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Under the dim sky, Tang Zihao, a Xiantian warrior, took the lead and led the Wei army into the Zhao army like a tiger.

He was wearing heavy armor and holding a long knife, with a look of determination and fierceness in his eyes.

The war horses neighed, and the shouts of killing from the Wei army behind them shook the sky.

Tang Zihao's eyes were fixed on a Sergeant Zhao. His horse immediately accelerated, rushed in front of the Sergeant Zhao, and slashed at the Sergeant Zhao with a knife.

With a "click" sound, the soldier and his armor were split in half, and blood and internal organs spurted out.

Tang Zihao's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

This extremely ordinary soldier, Sergeant Zhao, turned out to be a martial artist in the Tongqiao realm.

When he killed him just now, if he hadn't used 70% to 80% of his power, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill him so cleanly.

This group of weird Zhao troops was stronger than he expected.

Tang Zihao looked back and saw the Wei army behind him rushing into the group of Zhao soldiers, like a sheep entering a pack of wolves, being devoured bit by bit.

Involuntarily, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Facing the dense Zhao army in front, Tang Zihao gritted his teeth, flicked the blood on his long knife, his eyes were like a torch, revealing his unyielding will, and rushed forward: "Kill!"

Puff, puff, puff...

Tang Zihao mobilized his whole body's energy and killed several Tongqiao realm warriors who tried to rush up. Every blow was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

However, the number of Zhao troops was too great, and they seemed to come endlessly.

Tang Zihao felt the pressure doubled. Not only did he have to face the siege of Tongqiao realm warriors, he also had to protect his fellow soldiers behind him.

The energy in his whole body was constantly being consumed in the military formation formed by Zhao Jun, making him fight more and more difficult.

Under the leadership of Tang Zihao, the Wei army waved their swords vigorously, slashing left and right, trying to carve out a bloody path.

However, the Zhao army's offensive was too fierce. They continued to shrink the encirclement, trying to catch Tang Zihao and the Wei soldiers in one fell swoop.

The soldiers of the Wei army behind them were also resisting vigorously, but their strength was far different from that of the Zhao army.

As the battle continued, more and more Wei soldiers fell.

Tang Zihao knew that they couldn't just sit back and wait for death.

He took a deep breath, and the energy in his body was stimulated to the extreme.

The armor, which was already covered in blood and dust, made a clanging sound under the stimulation of the true energy.

puff!

Tang Zihao waved the long knife, bursting out with even more powerful power.

Wherever the long sword passed, Zhao Jun soldiers fell down one after another.

Tang Zihao was like a violent tiger, cutting a bloody path through the Zhao army.

Tang Zihao felt that his strength was rapidly depleting and time was becoming increasingly urgent.

While he was charging, he looked around the battlefield and tried his best to rush towards Zhao Jun's weak point.

However, just as they were about to break out of the siege, a Zhao Jun warrior who was also in the Xiantian realm blocked the way.

This man was tall and tall, with a stern face. He held a heavy hammer in his hand and exuded a powerful aura.

Tang Zihao rushed forward without any hesitation.

"Bang!" The two of them took action almost at the same time. Tang Zihao's long knife collided with the opponent's heavy hammer, making a deafening sound.

The power of the Xiantian realm martial artist was fully demonstrated at this moment, and the sound of tearing air could be heard endlessly.

"Come down here!"

Zhao Jun's Xiantian realm martial artist smashed it down with a hammer, and Tang Zihao subconsciously raised it with a long knife.

boom!

A huge force came down from the upload, and Tang Zihao felt his arms numb.

Fortunately, because his arms have undergone intensive training, their strength is stronger than other martial arts, making him worthy of taking over.

However, he could catch it, but the horse under his crotch was unable to withstand such a powerful force.

"whimper……"

The war horse let out a mournful cry, its knees trembled, and it fell to the ground overwhelmed.

Tang Zihao, who was sitting on the horseback, felt that his crotch was suddenly empty, his body tilted, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He instinctively rolled away hurriedly.

There was a dull thud.

The giant hammer fell at his original position, smashing the kneeling horse to pieces.

Tang Zihao's back felt cold.

If he had been a step slower, I'm afraid his lower body would have been smashed to pieces like the horse.

"You're quite fast, come again!"

Zhao Jun's Xiantian realm martial artist shouted in a deep voice and rushed forward without fear of death.

Tang Zihao knew that he could not retreat. Once he retreated, the soldiers behind him would no longer have any chance of survival.

He held the long knife in his hand in advance and faced it with a cold expression.

Both sides went back and forth, passing more than a dozen moves in one go.

The two fought again.

The soldiers, horses, and armors they met along the way were all beaten to pieces by the two men.

The whole body's true energy is like invisible dividing knives, splashing everywhere.

The soldiers around the two men were frightened and fled away.

The more Tang Zihao beat him, the more strange he felt.

The opponent's true energy is extremely strong, but it also has some suction and powerful monster-breaking power.

Every time he faced a move, this true energy eroded and caused chaos in his true energy.

Not only that, as the battle became intense, Tang Zihao felt that his energy was still being consumed rapidly.

This was not the way to go, he knew he had to find a way to break out.

At this moment, he saw that the other party showed a flaw, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The long knife flashed a cold light and pierced the opponent's heart.

puff!

The white knife penetrated the opponent's body-protecting energy and passed through the chest, while the red knife leaked out from the back.

"It's now."

Tang Zihao shouted loudly, his eyes flashed with light, and he made a small gap.

The scout behind him came to his senses and rushed forward desperately.

The surrounding Zhao troops reacted very quickly and immediately filled the gap.

The scouts successfully broke through at the last moment to close the gap.

A burly soldier in Zhao's army frowned and said among three or five others: "Chase!"

He fiddled with the horse's head and looked at Tang Zihao.

Meeting this person's gaze, Tang Zihao's heart sank.

He is another innate warrior, and his strength is even stronger than before.

No, not an innate, but all around him are innate realm warriors!

The opponent adjusted the direction of their attack and placed it here.

Tang Zihao's scalp was numb. He knew that the chance to break through again had been lost, and the outcome was already foreseeable.

But he had no intention of surrendering.

At present, with the reform of Wei State, most of the martial arts forces have been incorporated and become part of the imperial court.

Although he gained a lot as a general of Wei State, he also had to bear a lot of obligations.

In the past, if he encountered this situation, he could run away or surrender and return to the sect, and the Wei court would be unable to do anything to him.

But now, if he dares to do this, he will definitely die without a burial place, and his family, wife and children will inevitably be implicated.

This is not a consequence he can bear. On the contrary, being wrapped in horse leather on the battlefield can give the younger generations a chance to fight for their future.

Tang Zihao shouted: "Be loyal to your majesty!"

The many Wei soldiers following behind seemed to understand and shouted: "Be loyal to Your Majesty!"

"kill!"

Tang Zihao was not afraid of death and rushed towards the opponent.

The light of the sword flashes, and the shadow of the sword is like weaving.

Tang Zihao tried his best to resist, but in the end he was still unable to do so.

"General!" the soldiers behind him shouted in despair.

Tang Zihao felt extremely bitter in his heart. He knew that he had tried his best.

At the last moment, he continued to shout with all his strength: "Kill..."

With a loud noise, Tang Zihao was hit by the opponent's heavy hammer and fell into a pool of blood.

Zhao Junwufu glanced coldly at Tang Zihao who fell to the ground, turned and left.

But Zihao's eyes were filled with endless regret and unwillingness. His vision gradually blurred and he finally closed his eyes.

After his death, the Wei army behind him became more and more embarrassed.

Their hearts were filled with despair, and they fell down one by one.

It was not until evening that Zhao Jun finally ended the attack.

The sunset was like blood, and the smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, revealing the mess on the ground.

After fighting for a whole day, Zhao Jun achieved an overwhelming victory in this battle.

When nightfall was about to fall, a six-man carriage came galloping and stopped near the battlefield.

The servant opened the curtain, and Pang She, who learned that the battle was over, walked out.

He walked forward, but when he looked around, he saw corpses of Wei soldiers everywhere, with no one alive.

The 30,000 Wei army was completely wiped out.

The number of the god-worshipping army under his command was no more than a thousand.

There was a proud smile on his face, and he couldn't help laughing.

Now Qi and Chu do not dare to act rashly due to the power of Wei, but it is different now.

As long as the god-worshiping army in his hands can continue to defeat Wei State, he will be qualified to form alliances with Qi State and Chu State in the future.

Following Pang She, Zuo Jian, the owner of the Zhujian Villa who was traveling with him, also got off the carriage.

When he looked at the scene on the battlefield, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

His act of worshiping gods brought a great improvement to Zhao Jun's combat power.

Behind this victory, he has a share of credit.

After Pang She and the others taste the sweetness, they will be able to implement his affairs more calmly in the future.

The two of them walked to the center of the battlefield. Pang She stopped, turned around and said to Zuo Jian: "Master Zuo, today's battle is thanks to your help. You are indispensable for Zhao Jun's victory."

Zuo Jian smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Prime Minister Pang, thank you very much. It's my honor to be able to contribute a small amount to the Zhao army. Today's battle was fought by the brave and good soldiers of the Zhao army, and I was just a small help." "

Pang She laughed loudly, waved his hand and said: "Master Zuo is too humble. Your act of worship has brought divine help to Zhao Jun. This is the key to our victory."

The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other in their hearts, without any more courtesy or greetings.

Pang She patted Zuo Jian on the shoulder and said: "Let's go, Master Zuo, we are going to celebrate tonight. This victory is worthy of our big banquet and three days of drinking!"

Zuo Jian nodded and smiled: "That's what I meant! Prime Minister Pang invites you!"

"please!"

The two walked side by side and were about to walk in the direction of the carriage.

After taking two steps, Zuo Jian reminded: "Although the Wei army is dead, the blood on their corpses is still there. Although it is not as full as that of living people, there is still some. Prime Minister Pang should not waste it. I suggest that it be collected carefully." After a while, we can reuse it later to make up for the losses in this battle."

"Oh?" Pang She said with a smile: "Is there such a thing? It seems that the army of worshipers can fight and maintain an invincible position."

"In theory, that should be the case."

"In this case, it will be more worthwhile for us to drink for a few more days."

Zuo Jian heard the words and said with a proud smile: "Hahaha..."

Their figures gradually faded away in the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving only the mess on the ground and the sound of celebration in the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth, and a fast horse galloped past on the official road, with famous soldiers on the horse.

He was covered in blood and his armor was broken.

Behind him, there were three horses chasing after him.

These people are none other than the scouts who escaped from the siege of Zhao Jun, and the Zhao Jun who were ordered to pursue them.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Zhao Jun, who was chasing behind him, shot with his bow.

An arrow pierced the Wei Jun scout's shoulder, causing him to appear dazed for a while.

Without enough time to take care of his injuries, the Wei army scouts simply fled.

He knew that this battle was no small matter, and he had to send the battle report to the Wu Qi and Wei Wu soldiers' camp.

The Wei army scouts flew all the way, over the hills and through the woods, and the sound of pursuit behind them got closer and closer.

Just when he was about to lose his hold, a group of Wei army flags appeared in front.

He felt happy and knew that he had reached his destination.

However, just as he was about to rush into the camp, three Zhao Jun cavalry caught up with him.

They looked ferocious and prepared to kill the scout.

"Stop!" A loud shout came, and a Wei army general rushed over on horseback.

He holds a spear, wears armor, and is menacing.

Ma Chuanping stabbed the nearest Zhao Jun cavalry with one shot, and knocked him off his flying horse with one shot.

When the other two Zhao Jun cavalry saw this, they were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.

But Ma Chuanping would never give them a chance.

He turned the spear in his hand into a javelin and threw it.

The powerful arm force was activated, and the spear turned into a black shadow, chasing after them and piercing them to kill them.

The Zhao Jun scout on horseback had run out of fuel and fell from his horse with a thud.

He struggled to take out a blood-stained battle report and a bamboo tube from his arms, and handed them to Ma Chuanping: "This is General Tang's battle report... quickly... submit it to General Wu Qi..."

Ma Chuanping took the battle report and saw that it was covered with blood and fingerprints, but he could still vaguely make out the handwriting.

He knew the importance of this battle report and did not dare to delay. He immediately galloped towards the center of the camp.

Wu Qi was handling military affairs in the camp when he suddenly heard rapid footsteps. He looked up and saw Ma Chuanping rushing in with an anxious face.

"Why are you so panicked?" Wu Qi asked.

Ma Chuanping breathlessly presented the battle report to Wu Qi: "General...this is General Tang's battle report..."

Wu Qi took a look at the battle report, and his expression suddenly changed.

"This...how is this possible?" Wu Qi stood up in shock: "Tang Zihao is my right-hand man, how could he..."

Wu Qi was silent for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "Summon the generals immediately for discussion!"

"Yes!"

After Ma Chuanping left, Wu Qi picked up the bamboo tube that was sent with him.

He opened the mud seal and saw a pile of fine sand inside, which he didn't understand.

'General Tang's battle report said that Zhao Jun was acting strangely, and this matter must be reported to His Majesty as soon as possible! '(End of this chapter)