Zongwu: I, the lord of Xiangyang City, Guo Jing entrusts his wife and daughter to

Although the words came out of his mouth, there was a chill in his heart.

late!

It's too late to say anything at this time.

As far as the eye could see, behind him in the direction of Lin'an, a white wave was rushing towards him.

That's definitely not 1 people. It looks like there are 5 people.

Fifty thousand knights in white clothes, white armor, and white horses.

Fifty thousand Snow Dragon Riders!

If Xuanwu's intelligence is correct, if the configuration of these cavalry is consistent with the intelligence.

That is more than [-] third-grade warriors, five thousand fourth-grade warriors, five hundred fifth-grade warriors, fifty sixth-grade warriors...

......  

What kind of army is this?

How could there be such a powerful army in this world?

The most desperate thing was that they came from behind.

The rear army is the Shenji Battalion.

There is no horse or armor in the Shenji camp.

The muzzles of one hundred artillery pieces were all facing forward, and more than 1 guns had not had time to be loaded.

Even if they heard their warning and turned around to find the enemy, it would be too late.

To the [-]-strong army that was about to rush forward, the [-] Shenji Battalion without armor and unloaded weapons were no different from [-] sheep.

It's over, it's all over.

Zhuge Zheng and I couldn't figure it out, where did this army come from?

There are obviously 12 frontier troops behind us. Even if we can't win, we can always send a message, right?

How could we just let [-] enemy cavalry rush over from behind?

At this time, all the generals of the Chinese army came to their senses.

They turned their heads and stared behind each other in shock.

The front, middle and rear armies were separated by a hundred meters, and most of the rear armies of the fifth army camp were infantry. Even if they wanted to rescue them, it would be too late.

Under the gaze of a hundred thousand pairs of eyes, [-] Snow Dragon Riders rushed into the [-] Divine Machine Camp with a thunderous cry.

Chopping melons and vegetables is not enough to describe this massacre.

The clothes of the Ming army were quickly covered with snow, and corpses lay everywhere.

"Erect shield formation!"

Lan Yu shouted loudly.

The Fifth Army Camp is worthy of being the elite of the Ming Dynasty.

Despite such drastic changes, they still quickly set up a shield formation.

Spears protruded from the middle of the shield array.

Wait for the enemy to hit you.

The fifty thousand snow dragon riders stopped.

I saw a red horse coming to the front in the vast white field.

Chu Feng sat on the horse and waved his hand leisurely.

Immediately hundreds of warriors came from behind.

Under the watchful eyes of the generals, they fired the hundreds of cannons that had been prepared.

Zhuge Zheng's eyes were filled with tears. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout something, but nothing came out.

Every move he makes is calculated.

Now the cavalry is in front, being scorched by fire, and the infantry is behind, being attacked by artillery.

There is no doubt that this battle will be defeated!

Xiangyang Chu Feng is really good at strategy, courage and courage.

If Chu Feng was born, how could Zhuge be born?people.

Chapter 141 Unparalleled Sword Box Breaking with a Stunning Shot

boom!

Hundreds of cannons fired together, shaking the sky and the earth.

In the desperate eyes of the Ming soldiers, more than 100 artillery shells flew out.

These shells that once brought endless fear to the enemy fell on their heads.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty finally knew what fear was.

In order to block the charge of the cavalry, 10 people formed a dense formation.

Each shell can plow a path of flesh and blood.

Each shell can cause dozens of casualties.

One hundred rounds equals thousands.

Look at the other party loading.

Lan Yu hissed: "Charge, charge..."

His voice was broken from shouting. 『,!

But it didn't work.

The soldiers in front were covered in flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of their teammates.

The person who was talking just now turned into pieces hanging on his body in an instant.

No one can bear it.

Only a few dozen people in the army bravely rushed out.

Most of the rest turned around and ran away.

There were many who were so scared that they stood there stupidly, and some even sat in a pool of blood with their legs weak.

Not long after, the artillery fired again.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the dense array is missing a thick layer, a tenth of it.

Fifty thousand Snow Dragon Riders began to advance.

They did not speed up, but moved forward slowly carrying iron cannons and cannonballs.

They are all third-grade warriors, and only a few people can lift the heavy iron cannon.

"Wu Qiqi" looked at the white army and the black artillery approaching.

Lan Yu wiped her face, which was already covered with sweat or tears.

He roared angrily: "Prison barracks, charge at me!"

But he was caught by Zhuge Zhengwo.

"It's useless. The opponents are all third-grade warriors. We can't win."

Lan Yu grabbed Zhuge Zhengwo and shouted: "Then what do you think we should do, wait for death? Or run away for our lives. There are mountains on the left, a lake on the right, and a sea of ​​fire behind us. Where should we escape?"

Zhuge Zhengwo said with a serious expression: "I have a magical skill that can gather the inner strength of everyone. As long as I kill Chu Feng, it is possible to turn defeat into victory...at least I can escape more people."

Lan Yu looked at him and finally nodded.

In the central army, more than a hundred masters gathered together and sent a steady stream of internal energy into Zhuge Zhengwo's body.

And Zhuge Zhengwo held an iron spear with both hands and concentrated on performing the amazing magical skill of the spear.

This iron gun was personally ordered by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty before he left, and was jointly built by dozens of top blacksmiths in the country.

A stunning shot specially designed for Zhuge Zhengwo.

This shot was not originally prepared for Chu Feng, but to kill Huang Shang who was hiding in the palace.

Unexpectedly, I was forced to use it here.

But, no more.

Iron guns can be remade. If all 18 elite soldiers die here, the remaining 12 border troops may not be able to escape.

These 28 troops are elites drawn from all over the country.

Without these elites, the Ming Dynasty would be doomed!

In order to protect these soldiers as much as possible, Zhuge Zhengyi had to use his gun, and he had to use his gun.

A stunning shot, Chu Feng must be killed!

Hundreds of people's internal energy poured into their bodies continuously.

Zhuge Zheng and I feel at peace.

In fact, he had already studied how to harness the inner strength of others for his own use.

Especially with the example of Zhao Yun, he felt a little more confident.

As long as the infuriating energy is used up, even if a small amount is retained, there is no need to worry.

Although Chu Feng was a hundred meters away, he was aware of everything going on here.

The reputation of the Ninth Grade Mingyu Gong is by no means wasted.

He can even slowly absorb the opponent's Qi from a distance of a hundred meters, but of course the suction force is not as strong as that close by.

Since it can be sucked, of course it can be given.

Chu Feng used the magical power of great movement of the universe to explore Zhuge Zhengwo's body and immediately understood the other party's intention.

Assemble a hundred people, and each person only needs to send three to five years of internal energy to inject more true energy into the iron gun than expected.

Zhao Yun was killed by a single shot of those decades of true energy. How powerful must be the single shot of hundreds of years of true energy now?

Chu Feng watched intently and slowly tested with the Great Shift of the Universe.

His eyes flashed, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Zhuge Zhengwo has injected 500 years of internal energy into the iron spear.

However, he didn't stop.

Chu Feng was extremely skilled in martial arts.

The problem is, no one knows his ceiling.

No one has ever hurt him.

Not to mention getting seriously injured.

Can the force really kill him within 500 years?

Zhuge Zheng, I'm not sure.

Since you are not sure, then inject a thousand years of inner strength.

This is also the limit of this iron gun.

Zhuge Zhengwo was more cautious and slowly injected the true energy into it.

Now he is like a five-year-old child, but he is wielding a sledgehammer that rotates at high speed.

A good balance must be maintained, otherwise problems can easily arise.

However, Zhuge Zhengwo is not worried.

His magical power is very special. As long as the iron spear is injected into it, it will be disconnected from the body.