"Hao Bo Daosh is going to panic, Wang Shuang comes to help you!"

Just as Hao Zhao waved his spear to join the battle group, the sound of horse hooves suddenly broke out from behind, dust covered the sky, and a storm of iron cavalry swept over, and the earth shook.

"Okay, reinforcements are here, brothers fight hard, and it's today!"

Hao Zhao was overjoyed. The phoenix spear in his hand was waving like a poisonous snake, and instantly stabbed three black bandits.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the officers and soldiers were all excited and fighting spirit, waving their big swords to kill the Black Mountain bandits. The more they fought, they became more and more brave, and gradually forced the Black Mountain bandits to retreat from their gaps.

Four hundred armored cavalry charged forward and swept into the position of the Black Mountain bandits. The people cut and horses, and they immediately flew with blood and screamed in the sky. In front of the heavy armored cavalry, the Black Mountain bandits were waiting to slaughter the lambs. After a short while, they were chopping melons and vegetables and killed more than 500 people.

The heavy armored cavalry seemed to be an unstoppable chariot, crushing the Black Mountain Army forward, and suddenly the heads rolled and blood flowed into a river. Eight hundred light cavalry followed behind, stabbing spears in their hands, and slashing swords, and another splash of flesh and blood. One thousand two hundred cavalry charged down and killed more than a thousand Black Mountain Army. Only more than 30 people were killed on their own side. In a short time, the Black Mountain Army was in chaos and defeated the army.

"Zhang Yan, this thief, has attracted the main force of the officers and soldiers. Now the cavalry has been dispatched. This is to kill me for nothing!"

Seeing more than 3,000 people killed by his subordinates, Dahong cursed immediately with grief. He ignored Zhang Yan's military orders. If the entire army was destroyed, even if Zhang Yan did not kill him, he, the commander of Qu, would have died in name only. With a spear in his hand, he shouted at the top of his throat: "The entire army retreat!"

Seeing the heavy armored cavalry of the officers and soldiers rushing towards them like mountains and seas, the Black Mountain bandits had long lost their fighting intentions. At this moment, when they heard the order of Qu General Qu to withdraw their troops, they were defeated as if they were falling down. They turned around and ran away, fled desperately, and were killed by the cavalry behind them. They rushed into a defeat and more than a thousand people died in a short time.

"Those who kneel down and surrender are exempt from death!" The officers and soldiers shouted loudly on their mounts. More than a thousand cavalry and the infantry under Hao Zhao formed an encirclement, surrounding more than 1,500 people who ran slowly in the middle, forming an encirclement. The surrounded black bandits threw down their weapons and knelt down and begged for mercy.

The Black Mountain bandit army was defeated, but the Black Mountain man who had been entangled in the positions of the officers and soldiers refused to flee in a panic. He brought more than a dozen dead soldiers and fought to the death in the siege of the officers and soldiers. As the bright big sword was cut down, there were fewer and fewer brothers around him, and gradually he was the only one left.

Although seven or eight officers and soldiers were killed, they could not defeat four hands with two fists. There were many heroes who could not resist the number of people. The black-faced man also had more and more wounds on his body, but he was extremely fierce and could not retreat when he fought to the death.

"Black-faced man, your general Qu has left you and ran away from you. You are still here to fight for your life. It's so stupid. I see that you have all your skills and put down your weapons and surrender. I recommend you to be a military waiter in front of General Yuan. How about?" Hao Zhao commanded fifty or sixty big swords and soldiers to trap the black-faced man in the middle and loudly persuaded him to surrender.

"Bah, since my grandfather followed the great sage, he has not been afraid of death. He wants to kill and shave. He will listen to the emperor. Even if his grandfather dies today, he will kill a few more officers and soldiers to take charge!"

The black-faced man roared loudly, waved his sword, and instantly chopped down another officer and soldier, and he was shot in the leg. He staggered and almost fell.

Hao Zhao wished he could order the archers to shoot him into a hornet's nest, but he remembered that the young master loved talent as his life and kept his mouth open every day. This black-faced man killed fifty or sixty officers and soldiers. Although it was hateful, talent was rare. As the saying goes, "A thousand troops are easy to get one general, but it is hard to find one general." If he could be conquered, the lives of these fifty or sixty officers and soldiers would be insignificant.

"Don't shoot cold arrows, catch them alive!"

Hao Zhao waved his spear and joined the battle group in person. He fought with dozens of officers and soldiers. The black-faced guy was exhausted and he was a little bit stubborn just by escorting the soldiers. In addition, Hao Zhao's spear could not hold on. He accidentally knocked hard on the bend of his leg with the hilt. His knees softened and he fell to the ground, and was immediately tied up by the officers and soldiers.

"Hurry up and let the military doctor stop the bleeding and heal him, don't let this person die!" Hao Zhao ordered loudly to his subordinates.

In this battle, more than 4,000 people were lost to Dahong's men and 1,500 were captured. The remaining ones were washed away and fled in panic. Only forty or fifty people followed him to escape.

"Oh... my men are gone like this! Zhang Yan, I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!" After running for a while, Dahong felt that he was throwing away the officers and soldiers, and couldn't help looking back. He saw that all the people who were running around the mountains were his subordinates. Not far away, the blood-stained hillsides, and most of them were the corpses of the Black Mountain Army.

"Where is the thief going? Take me a knife!"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout sounded, and a red war horse came in lightning, like a lightning bolt, and a bright big knife slashed at it.

Dahong was frightened and hurriedly waved the spear in his hand to block it. With a "bang", the spear was shaken away. Before Dahong could feel the pain from the tiger's mouth, his head had been chopped off. Before he was about to land, he was picked up by Wang Shuang in his hand.

"The traitor Dahong is dead, why not surrender quickly!"

Wang Shuang held Dahong's head in his hand and shouted loudly. Seeing this, more than a thousand people knelt down and surrendered, and refused to kill him. The team of 10,000 people only fled less than three thousand, while the officers and soldiers lost more than 200 infantry and forty or fifty cavalry. This battle was a complete victory.

Just as the fierce battle ahead was fighting, Qu Yi, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, was wearing a black horse under his crotch and three sharp knives in his hand, and ordered his subordinates to move closer to Zhang Wu's transportation army.

Qu Yi understood that with Wang Shuang's 1,200 cavalrymen assisted, more than 10,000 black bandits were not opponents at all. The most dangerous thing now is not Hao Zhao, but Zhang Wu's grain transport army. Zhang Yan suddenly launched an attack this time, most of the time, to rob the grain. The cavalry took the initiative to attack, and it was likely that he was attacking the east and the west.

Sure enough, after a short while, the sound of horse hooves in the south was loud and the sound of hooves was deafening. A cavalry swept over, and it seemed that there were about three thousand cavalry. The Black Mountain Army rushed out from all sides of the valley, rushing down like a tide, roughly estimated to be about 30,000 people. Black Mountain flags fluttered in the wind, with murderous aura.

"It's hateful that I've really been trapped by Zhang Yan!" Qu Yi cursed angrily, rode forward, and directed five thousand officers and soldiers to support Zhang Wu's grain transport army.

"Hurry up, put down the antlers, hold the horse-resisting rifle, and the crossbowman is ready to shoot arrows!" Seeing the Black Mountain Army covering the sky and hidingly attacking, Zhang Wu was a little panicked and hurriedly commanded the command to fight.

Before the defense of the officers and soldiers was ready, the cavalry of the Black Mountain Army rushed over and was shot by the officers and soldiers. Forty or fifty fell to their horses and died. In addition, they were blocked by deer antlers and horse-rejected rifles. More than thirty cavalry were overturned and then trampled by the horse hooves of their companions. However, the death rate of a hundred people was insignificant in the team of three thousand people. After breaking through the obstacles, the cavalry of the Black Mountain bandits rushed into the camp of the officers and soldiers and began to kill frantically.
Chapter completed!