The cavalry were washed by the Ming army like wooden stakes with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Vincent, who rushed towards him, was shocked and angry. After catching Yang Zhi's flying sword, he had already rushed into the battlefield with a fierce roar. The iron spear brought a afterimage in the air and stabbed directly at the Ming army soldiers in front of him.

The sound of the sound made Vinson never expect that the guy who looked just a soldier actually caught his full force in his rage. The tip of the gun was accurately locked on the hideous teeth of the mace. His wrist trembled, and the sound of steel rubbing that made the teeth sounded, and the teeth of the mace broke one after another. Vinson pulled back the spear.

The black shadow flashed in front of him, two maces, one on the left and one on the right, whistling with a huge sound of wind. The Ming soldiers, who had just broken their teeth by him, even roared and jumped up in a loud voice, and the mace was hit by the top of the mountain in the air.

The spear stabbed out from left and right like lightning, and two maces were swept away. The strength of these two Ming soldiers was obviously lower than the first one he encountered, but it was definitely not an ordinary level. Vinson's heart sank. Could it be that all the Ming soldiers with 300 people had this level? No, it was impossible. They were rushing in the front row, and there must be only a few.

Thinking of this in his mind, he didn't dare to slouch in his hands. The pressure brought by the mace hitting his head made his eyes a little sore. He raised his arms horizontally and the spear faced the mace. With a loud bang, the gun rod made of fine iron suddenly deformed. Vinson's arms were sore and numb. The worst thing was the war horse under his crotch, unable to bear such a huge blow. With a whine, his four hooves were folded and he fell to the ground.

Vinson jumped back, his spear shaking left and right, swinging away the maces that were attacking the left and right again. The man had already withdrawn several steps like lightning, his face full of fear.

On the other side, more soldiers holding maces were already running towards him. At the moment when he had just fought, his cavalry was all finished. The Ming army was re-arranged, and the maces were raised diagonally and rushed over neatly.

In just a short moment, his two hundred cavalry no longer existed. Behind the Ming army, the empty war horses on the saddle were standing helplessly or wandering aimlessly, and their masters were already lying in a pool of blood.

What Vinson couldn't accept the most was that he defeated his two hundred cavalry, but the price paid by the Ming army was minimal. He could see that there were three or five Ming soldiers on the opposite side dragging their injured companions to one side, and there were only about ten people in total.

Peng Zhihai looked at Vinson with a grim smile. The other party was a general. Even if it was just a tooth general, if he was killed, it would be a second-class skill. His martial arts cultivation was lower than that of the opponent, but as long as two companions cooperated, he could kill the opponent. He glanced at the mace that had several tooths missing, and his murderous intentions were even more serious.

A wind swept past his eyes, and Yang Zhi appeared in front of him with a black sword. On the surface of the black big sword, the last wisp of blood was slowly sliding down. No matter how many people were killed, this black sword could always leave no drop of blood on the sword. Peng Zhihai, who knew the goods, was envious in his heart. This black sword was probably made of the legendary black iron.

Seeing Yang Zhi staring at Vincent, Peng Zhihai couldn't help but say, "He is mine!"

Yang Zhi snorted, "I don't have time to get involved with them. If you command, you will destroy their infantry. After this battle, everyone will have a second-class merit."

After hearing Yang Zhi's words, Peng Zhihai was overjoyed. It is easier to deal with those soldiers than to fight Vinson. Anyway, the final contribution is the same, so who will beat you the same?

"Follow me!"

He roared and walked a little bigger.

Before him, Yang Zhi had already dragged his big sword and rushed towards Vincent.

Vinson could feel the panic of the soldiers behind him without looking back. The two hundred cavalry were destroyed in an instant, and the shock to these infantry was endless. Now three hundred tigers and wolves pounced on the eight hundred lambs, and he could think of it with his butt.

Winning is a delusion, and now he only has one thought in his mind, escape.

But the one staring at him was a level nine master. Without the help of his companions, it was not easy to escape. He turned around and ran into the slant. At this time, he had a strong idea of ​​survival. The distance of this sweep was much higher than his real level.

A cold light flashed in front of him, and a small sword stabbed towards him. Another move was another move. This elusive little sword always appeared at the most deadly moment. Vinson's momentum of progress was immediately set. He shook the gun and shot the small sword away. However, his heart suddenly became alert. He turned around suddenly, and a dark big sword had already slashed silently.

Vinson's hair was standing upside down. He knew very well that he was entangled by a level nine master and without the help of his companions, his hope of survival was quite slim. He was extremely afraid, but he forgot what life and death were. For a moment, anger arose from his heart, evil was born to the courage, and a fierce roar, he shook his gun to meet Yang Zhi.

The guns and swords attacked each other, and the gun bar broke into two pieces with a snap. Vincent held one piece of his hands, and actually rushed towards Yang Zhi with all his might.

"That's interesting!" Yang Zhi smiled and greeted him.

There was no suspense in the battle. At the beginning, Vinson's escape completely dispersed the last bit of confidence of the Qi army. Peng Zhihai rushed into the eight hundred Qi army with three hundred hungry wolves, harvesting lives like cutting melons and vegetables. Within a few breaths, the eight hundred Qi army was completely dispersed, and there were fugitives everywhere.

But the Qi army gathered together still had the power of resistance and fled in dispersion. However, the birthday boy hanged himself and thought that he had long life. The three hundred thieves began to pursue happily, as if they were back when they robbed merchants, and wanted to chase and kill those poor merchants and bodyguards.

The bodies of Qi soldiers were lying everywhere. When Peng Zhihai came back with a bloody mace, he saw Yang Zhi sitting on a killed war horse. In front of him, Vincent lies silently on the ground, with a big hole breaking in front of him.

"We will send this guy's head to Yu Qing." Yang Zhi smiled, "Tell my brothers, to catch a living person so that we can be messengers."

A lucky injured but not dead Qi Bing was brought to Yang Zhi. Looking at Qi Jun who was trembling all over, Yang Zhi smiled and said, "Can you ride a horse?"

The soldier nodded desperately.

Yang Zhi snapped his fingers and a horse was led to the wounded soldier. There was a head hanging on the saddle. Seeing the face of the head, the wounded soldier's legs became weak and slipped straight to the ground. Peng Zhihai on the side lifted him up.

"Ride this horse and bring this head back to you General Yu. Well, he should be in Shilin now, know the way, right? Tell him that you can survive by surrendering early, otherwise this guy will be his role model." Yang Zhi smiled and waved his hand.

Peng Zhihai picked up the wounded soldier, threw it on the horse's back, and slapped it on the horse's thighs with his palm: "Get out!"

The war horse turned around in circles and then ran to the distance with no life.

"Peng Zhihai, have you counted it? How many war horses have you captured?" Yang Zhi asked.

"General Yang, you are a little bit over 100. The brothers started to take action more heavily, and they didn't think so much. Many times they killed them with people and horses." Peng Zhihai said.

"How are our casualties?"

"Fortunately, more than ten people died. They were not capable of their own and could not blame others. They injured more than twenty people. These twenty people could not continue to fight. Even if the rest were slightly injured, they would not have any major impact."

"Twenty wounded stayed here to clean the battlefield. The brothers who died in battle buried the burial site without any relatives and no reason. The relatives in Izumo County brought their bodies back." Yang Zhi stood up, "The rest, follow me to copy Yu Qing's nest, more than 100 horses, right? Then let the brothers ride on, and the horseless ones follow them. After ten miles, we will arrive at Leye County as fast as possible." Yang Zhi ordered.

"Yes, general." After a while, more than a hundred Ming soldiers got on the horse, while the others were about to chase the horse's tail. Peng Zhihai led a horse to Yang Zhi over, but Yang Zhi rolled his eyes, "I still need a horse? Riding for my brothers, hurry up, let's go."

After giving up this sentence, Yang Zhi had already spread his legs and ran forward.

Looking at Yang Zhi's back, Peng Zhihai threw the horse to another soldier, shouted, "You ride first." Then he carried the mace and chased Yang Zhi with his mace.

Ten miles arrived in a blink of an eye. The Ming army immediately flew off the horse, and followed the soldiers running by the horse, jumping up, without reducing their speed, and running towards Leye County.

"Damn, I will definitely get a horse for you each in the future." Yang Zhi looked at the dust in the sky and looked fiercely at Peng Zhihai beside him.

"Where do we don't produce horses in the Ming Dynasty?" Peng Zhihai, who was running wildly, didn't say anything like Yang Zhi, and then he replied.

"You know what's the matter? We'll have a place to produce horses soon. Let's tell you that the Qin people compensated us tens of thousands of horses this time. I'll go back to the Ministry of War to ask for some of them." Yang Zhi said.

"General, we won here, there will be no problem with the Red Flower Set, right? If we lose there, we will go to copy the Leye. They will go to copy our Izumo Group City, which will be bad!" Peng Zhihai was a little worried.

"Fuck, Zhang Xuzhi brought a thousand people to fight Zhou Huaian. If he loses, the sun will come out from the west." Yang Zhi said relaxedly. "Look at it, I'm afraid that Zhou Huaian's head is also sent to Shilin at this time!"

Zhou Huaian's head was not sent to Shilin. He was riding a horse and running towards Shilin. All his thousand soldiers remained in the red flower condom, which became a cold number above the Ming army's merits. He escaped alone, and was shot by Zhang Xuzhi on his butt. At this moment, he felt a piercing pain.
Chapter completed!