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Chapter 693
"kill!"

The remaining 200 heavy armored cavalry roared in unison, rode the horses under them, raised the knight spears in their hands, followed behind Zhao Yi, and charged towards the remaining cavalry of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Looking at Zhao Yi who was getting closer and closer to him, the cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang slowly raised the spear in his hand, glanced at the more than 1000 cavalry around him with eagle eyes, and shouted: "Brother! Ladies and gentlemen, let us launch the last charge, fight to the death on the battlefield, and forge supreme glory!"

After finishing speaking, the cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang roared with a frenzied expression: "Kill!" He raised his spear and faced Zhao Yi.

"kill!"

"kill!"

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A remnant cavalryman from the Flying Tiger Gang let out an angry roar, and with a look of madness on his face, he used the last bit of strength in his body to raise his spear and greeted more than 200 heavy armored cavalry.

When Zhao Yi was only a dozen meters away from the cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang, he roared, and the knight's spear in his hand, like a dragon like a sea, pointed at the Flying Tiger with the only remaining power in his body. The cavalry leader of the gang rushed away with a spur.

Seeing that the sharp cavalry spear was about to fall on his body and penetrate his neck, the cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang uttered an angry roar, with a look of madness on his face, and did not make any evasive movements. Gathering the remaining strength in his body, he stabbed the spear in his hand towards Zhao Yi's chest.

boom!
A crisp sound of metal collision burst out when the spear hit Zhao Yi's chest, and a dazzling flame shot out when the spear hit the armor above Zhao Yi's chest.

"I'm not reconciled!"

The cavalry leader of the Flying Tiger Gang uttered a mournful roar, and was killed by Zhao Yi's spear piercing his neck, turning him into a cold corpse.

After glancing at the more than 100 remaining companions around him, Zhao Yi cast his eyes on the cavalry corpses all over the ground, and sighed involuntarily, "They are all real warriors!"

Zhao Hu, who was commanding from the rear, after watching the cavalry duel of both sides, charged without fear of life and death, sighed involuntarily: "Is this the so-called cavalry duel? From now on, I will never allow such a duel to occur again. "

The heavy armored cavalry composed of more than 2000 one-star warriors actually gave up their own advantages and launched a standard cavalry duel with the opponent. They did not use any conspiracy, and only relied on their own strong strength and brave spirit to defeat the opponent. Defeat, crush the opponent's confidence, and win the final victory.

However, the price of this kind of victory is too high, which is not what Zhao Hu hoped.In Zhao Hu's eyes, bravery without strategy is not real bravery, but contempt and irresponsibility for the lives of himself and his companions.

"Master, the duels between the cavalry are like this, if we stop this kind of duel, brother Zhao Yi and the brothers of the cavalry will be dissatisfied, thinking that the young master is insulting them.

Humility, perseverance, bravery, loyalty, honor,,, are the beliefs of every knight, once they lose these beliefs, they lose the most precious qualities and are no longer a true knight.

If the young master doesn't want them to lose these precious qualities, it's best not to stop them from such a duel. You just need to maximize their strength and equip them with the best armor, weapons and horses. "

Zhao An on the side seemed to see Zhao Hu's thoughts, and explained softly.

"Hey! In the future, I will try my best to improve their strength and slowly change their beliefs!"

Zhao Hu also knew that the beliefs of Zhao Yi and others could not be changed for a while, and could only be gradually influenced by himself in the future.

Lu Rong, who was sitting in the rear, saw that his [-] cavalry had been wiped out, and he couldn't help showing grief on his face. He whispered to himself: "Xiao Shuang, why bother! For the glory of an illusory knight, you will kill yourself. Fill in your life, is it worth it?"

After talking to himself for a while, the sorrowful look on Lu Rong's face disappeared, replaced by a look of determination. He looked at Zhao Hu in the distance with sharp eyes, waved his hand, and ordered: "Except for the guards , the rest of the people will all charge towards the Zhaojiabao, and fight to the death instead!"

As soon as Lu Rong's voice fell, he saw an adjutant beside him, who responded with a solemn face, and led 4 guards to drive the remaining [-] troops to kill Zhao Hu. ran away.

Seeing the army of the Flying Tiger Gang coming out together, ready to have a final confrontation with him, to decide the winner, Zhao Hu waved his hand and ordered [-] heavy infantry to meet the army of the Flying Tiger Gang first.

Following Zhao Hu's order, the already impatient [-] heavy infantry, under the leadership of Zhao Tian, ​​let out a roar of excitement, and quickly greeted the army of the Flying Tiger Gang, raising their hands. With a sharp weapon, he mercilessly killed an elite soldier of the Flying Tiger Gang.

In front of the heavy infantry with an average strength of one-star warriors and all equipped with fine steel armor and weapons, those soldiers of the Flying Tiger Gang who only have the strength of six-star warriors and are equipped with ordinary iron armor and weapons cannot fight against the heavy infantry at all. To cause harm, you can only become the target of massacre, become the soul of a heavy infantry soldier, become the hero of the Guards, and use their blood and bones to forge the glory of the Guards.

In the face of a large number of deaths, in front of the guards who were like the spokesperson of the god of death, the remaining elite of the Flying Tiger Gang were overwhelmed, roared one after another, broke up, and fled towards the rear.

Seeing the rout soldiers attacking the camp of the guards, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the commander of the guards, he beheaded a rout soldier casually, and shouted loudly: "All the rout soldiers retreat from the two wings, and those who dare to attack the camp will be killed!" No pardon!"

As soon as the order from the commander of the guards was issued, one of the guards raised their weapons one after another, and killed one of the rout soldiers who were attacking the main formation. retreat.

Seeing that he couldn't use those routs to attack the Flying Tiger Gang's guard camp, Zhao Tian didn't hesitate anymore, and shouted directly: "Brothers, follow me to kill!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Tian raised the long sword in his hand and charged at the guards of the Feihu Gang first, while the heavy infantry of the [-] guards also roared one after another, followed closely behind, and charged at the Feihu gang. The Tiger Gang's guards charged.

A moment later, [-] heavy infantrymen and [-] guards met, and they had a fierce confrontation. The sound of violent metal collisions, the screams of the soldiers before they died, and the curses of the soldiers in the battle, etc. This sound filled the entire battlefield, and with the disappearance of countless lives, the flow of blood rang in the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

Glancing at the battlefield where the fierce confrontation took place, Zhao Hu cast his gaze on Lu Rong in the distance, got on his horse, and under the protection of Zhao An, he led a hundred city guards and galloped towards Lu Rong's position. up.

Lu Rong, who has been paying attention to Zhao Hu's every move, saw Zhao Hu personally leading a hundred city guards towards his position, wanting to behead him, he couldn't help showing a hint of disdain, and slowly Standing up, he said to the commander of the soldiers beside him: "Prepare for the battle, it's best to kill that kid Zhao Hu."

"Yes, Lord Gang Leader! I guarantee that Zhao Hu will never come back!"

The commander of the soldiers around Lu Rong responded confidently. The minimum of a thousand soldiers is a master of the warrior level, and there are ten captains of the martial artist level, which gives the commander of the soldiers a strong confidence.

After a while, Zhao Hu led a hundred city guards, bypassed the main battlefield, entered the rear of the Flying Tiger Gang army, and launched a fierce attack on Lu Rong.

At the same time, Lu Rong also led a thousand soldiers on his horse, raised the weapon in his hand, roared, and faced Zhao Hu, preparing to start a life-and-death duel with him to determine the victory of the war.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hu and his party met with a thousand of Lu Rong's soldiers, and immediately started a fierce confrontation. They saw a famous city guard, wielding his spear nimbly, and killed a man named Lu Rong. The soldier fell off his horse and became a cold corpse.

Warrior-level personal soldiers, in front of the city guards with the strength of warriors, are like a six-year-old child facing an adult man. There is not much room for resistance at all, and they can only rely on the advantage of numbers to form small Battle formation, resist the fierce attack of the city guards.

Seeing his own soldiers, like sheep, being ruthlessly killed by Zhao Hu's city guards, Lu Rong's face changed drastically, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he quickly passed the city guards, and waved the spear in his hand, He quickly stabbed at Zhao Hu's body, trying to kill Zhao Hu and win the war.

Faced with Lu Rong, a powerful martial artist, Zhao Hu couldn't dodge the sharp shot, so he stopped dodging, but silently used the skill of Dark Spear, releasing three sticks more than one meter long, all black and shining. The faintly cold spear shot towards Lu Rong's chest, neck, and dantian, three vital points.

Just when the spear in Lu Rong's hand was about to fall on Zhao Hu's body, Zhao An, who had been guarding Zhao Hu's side, roared angrily, and lightly waved the spear in his hand, hitting Lu Rong's spear, making it It deviated from the direction and fell from Zhao Hu's cheek, but did not land on Zhao Hu's body.

Seeing that he had failed to score a single shot and missed Zhao Hu, Lu Rong's expression remained unchanged. With one swing of the spear in his hand, he knocked down the three black spears that were about to hit him one by one, before turning his gaze to Zhao An.

(End of this chapter)