The Mad Prince of Tang Dynasty, Inheritance of the Sword Saint at the Beginning

"Western Turks are arrogant, whoever dares to fight, destroy the opponent's arrogance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the adjutant stood up.

"It's just the Western Turks. Killing them is like a dog. The last general is not talented. I would like to take the head of the enemy so as to promote our great Tang army."

Hou Junji nodded.

"Then be careful, the opponent will lead the battle with Ashinasheer. This person is powerful, and he is one of the top ten fighters in the Western Turks."

The adjutant waved his weapon, nodded, and walked down the tower.

In the barracks, Zhao Zilong, who was instructing Xue Rengui to practice guns, heard the whispers of the cooks.

"Do you know? The Western Turks came to the city this time to avenge Zhenzhu Yehu."

"I don't know how, the Western Turks are scolding the sky, saying that our prince is a coward, and that our Tang soldiers are a bunch of cowards who dare not go out to fight."

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong took his gentian gun and struck the ground with the end of the gun, making a small hole in the ground.

Shining armor flashed, head held high, and said to Xue Rengui.

"You lead the way to the tower."

Xue Rengui nodded, and quickly ran ahead, followed by Zhao Zilong, valiant and high-spirited.

The barracks was not far from the city tower, and after a while, they arrived under the city tower.

Looking up, just in time to see Hou Junji, Zhao Zilong shouted.

"General Hou, please open the gate of the city. I want to see where the West Turkic bastards have the courage to dare to disrespect their master."

Under the scorching sun, the tip of the gentian gun shone with golden light, which was dazzling, but murderous and awe-inspiring, making people shudder.

Hou Junji looked towards the direction of the battlefield. His adjutant and Ashinasheer were fighting hard, but there was a hint of defeat.

Feeling in his heart, he deserves to be one of the top ten warriors of Western Turks, but the adjutant is still too young.

So he beat the drum and ordered the adjutant to retreat.

Seeing this, the Western Turks all laughed.

"Run away if you can't fight, Tang Dynasty people are cowards."

"Even if our Turkic warriors die in battle, we will never flee."

"Why are you talking so much to those turtles in the Tang Dynasty? We'll attack the city in a while and chop off the mad prince's head and kick it as a ball."

"Yeah, wait for us to capture the city and see where these shrunken turtles can hide."

The shouting made the adjutant angry. If it weren't for the fierce drumbeat of the retreat, he would have rushed back to fight Ashinasheer for another [-] rounds.

But the military order must not be violated, even if he didn't want to, the adjutant still returned it.

Going back to the city gate and opening it, the man in silver armor stood proudly in front of the city tower, with a spear like a dragon and a swift and fierce momentum like a tiger.

Under Zhao Zilong's fighting spirit, the adjutant broke out in cold sweat, feeling that he was being watched by a fierce beast, which could kill him instantly just by waving its fangs and claws lightly.

Walking out of the city gate slowly, the tip of the gun pointed obliquely at the ground.

Alone, facing an army of 200,000.

The Western Turkic people were surprised, this man doesn't even have a horse, how can he fight?How can you run if you can't beat it?

Walking up to Ashinasheer, pointing the gun at him.

"The prince's subordinate Zhao Zilong, come to pay a visit!"

The fighting spirit soared into the sky, as if to compete with the scorching sun.

Ashinasheer had a vague feeling that the reason why Zhao Zilong didn't ride a horse was because he didn't even think about running away.

In this battle, Zhao Zilong is fully confident.

"Western Turks, Ashinasheer, please enlighten me!"

After all, the long knife slashed down, setting off bursts of dust, with a huge momentum, and it was a killer move when it came up.

Amidst the sand and dust, a little silver light was dazzling, and then, a long spear pierced through Ashinasheer's eyebrows.

Chapter 75 Prince Zhao Zilong, come to fight!

Ashinasheer didn't even have time to react, his head was pierced and he died.

Before he died, he was still sitting on a war horse holding a long knife.

There was dead silence.

The adjutant above the city tower was stunned. The person he was tired of dealing with was stabbed to death by Zhao Zilong.

Zhao Zilong thrust the butt of his gun into the ground and roared to the sky.

"I am Zhao Zilong under the prince's command, who dares to send me to my death!"

In the Western Turkic army, a man wearing a golden armor, riding a scarlet horse, rushed out with a spear in his hand.

"I am Durdan, the Western Turkic, here to enlighten me."

After all, the opponent stabbed out with a long spear, like a ray of light in the dark night, quickly and quickly.