Chapter 8 Who holds the flag and stands in the wind? ()

"Give me the flag!"

Saba turned the mace backwards, knocked away the several Jin soldiers squeezing beside him, and used the wooden handle in his hand to lift the flag of the central army!

"The Marshal of the Great Jindu led the Tai Shangshu to serve as the Minister of State" and "Wanyan Zongbi"!

The flag of the central army has risen again!

But the central army was no longer stable, the flag was swept like the wind, chasing Yang Zaixing!

The flag officer could no longer convey the general order, and the round formation no longer existed. The Beiwei Army led by Yue Yun was like another evil god, and the Beiwei Army was like a sharp blade, shuttled through the chaotic positions, dispersing one cavalry team led by Mengan Bojin, with a thick back and a long machete and a machete cut apart one by one, breaking the flesh and ribs inside!

The big iron cone in Yue Yun’s hand is the tip of the knife of this sharp blade!

break!

Among the chaotic army, those who pass by will be destroyed! Those who block the way will die!

Where is Wu Shu?!

Yang Zaixing has not lost his sense of direction yet, but there are dense golden cavalry around him. Where is Wu Shu?!

Big banner!

Didn’t you pick it away just now?

Why is it standing up again now, and it is behind me? Did you surpass Wu Shu just now?!

"Wu Shu!"

He couldn't turn his head in a hurry, and twisted his crotch hard. The horse was as if he had the help of his god. While he was running quickly, he turned a small arc without falling. Yang Zaixing could feel the luck of a horse's hooves sliding on the ground without falling!

"Bang!"

The two Jin soldiers on the right discovered that the enemy whom they could not catch up with just now appeared in front of him!

In the blink of an eye, the red cherry trembled, the spear blade cut open the neck of a horse, and then swept the next helmet horizontally.

"Bang! When!"

Three horses intertwined, one corpse fell to the ground, and the other cavalry, who escaped by chance, lost his direction, ran into the pursuers coming from behind, and was in a mess!

The Jin soldiers who were chasing from behind kept seeing the symphony of weapons in front of them, and their bodies kept flying out, and blood splattered everywhere!

The next golden cavalry is chasing the next chasing, and the speed is getting slower and slower. The one who comes later is surpassing and repeats this process.

But why is there no fighting ahead?

Where is the Southern Barbarians?

Where did that evil god go?

"kill!"

Not good! He rushed back from the front!

This time, he no longer faced the fleeing back, but was recoiling against thousands of cavalry!

"Get out!"

Wherever the spear swung, all the enemy cavalry rushed up were falling off!

Helmets and weapons kept flying from the tip of the spear to the air, and corpses and heads fell to the ground!

The distance behind was a little far, and the Jin soldiers who reacted were so scared that they turned their horse's head and made a way for the evil god.

The flag of the central army suddenly stood still!

Who is where?

More than 10,000 cavalry on the battlefield slowed down and looked at the flag of the central army that suddenly stopped.

On the city tower, Yue Fei's face actually fluctuated.

If the Jin army stabilized again at this time, the hundreds of Beiwei soldiers in front would die in vain!

A little happy, can Yun'er come back?

"Wu Shu!"

The central army flag with a shorter piece of flagpole trembled slightly in the hands of a Mouke Bojin!

In front of the big flag, Saba rode alone with a mace, waiting for Yang Zaixing to approach.

"Golden Dog! Dare to bully me!"

Yang Zaixing was covered in blood, but he couldn't see Wu Shu. This anger was really extraordinary!

"Don't escape from the Southern Barbarians!"

Saba urged the horse to pounce!

Needless to say, the spear suddenly changed, and dozens of spear shadows covered the direction of the mace hitting, and the red cherry covered Yang Zaixing's figure.

Saba looked in front of him for no reason, and he stopped defending his direction and smashed the mace directly into the center of the gun flower!

One force reduces ten goals!

Saba had rich experience in dealing with the Song generals in the past.

No matter whether you have a southern fist or a northern leg, you can't be more powerful than a brick!

No matter how fancy the moves are, they will show their true colors if they are done with just one stick!

"Swoosh!"

The shadow of the spear in the sky was indeed gone, and the enemy's true body appeared!

Saba was secretly happy and was ready to smash the other party's spear away.

But after the spear touched each other, it was not under any force!

This expected hit was clearly hit, so why did it hit the empty shot?

Saba's shoulders were almost dislocated, and the feeling of hitting the empty place with a hard force was extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, the real power on the spear came, not direct attack, but swaying!

"Bang!"

The two horses intersected, and Saba no longer had the strength to send another blow. This time it was the retribution. The caltrop on the spear hit Saba's shoulders, and the armor spread out, and several blood grooves appeared on the shoulders and backs.

Retribution comes so quickly!

"when!"

Saba could no longer hold the mace in his hand!

The temporary flag officer behind him had not yet reacted, and the spear had already arrived, and he hurriedly raised the flag to block it.

"Click!"

The flag was broken in half, and the new flag official flew out!

"Big Flag!"

Wu Shu, who had just seen the first big flag fall, just now knew that there were no flag officers responsible for commanding the entire army!

When the flag of the central army was raised again, Wu Shu slowed down like all the Jin soldiers.

"Prime Minister! Look!" The Dragon and Tiger King was also excited and counted breaths.

At this moment, Wu Shu even imagined that he could return to the Central Army and organize an effective attack.

But this hope comes and goes quickly. Seeing the center of the riot move quickly towards the flag, Wu Shu knew that his hope would soon be lost!

Just as verifying his guess, the banner disappeared again in a few moments.

But it was this big flag that raised and fell down that improved the disorder and loss of control on the battlefield, and all the Jin soldiers were going crazy.

"Prime Minister!"

"Marshal!"

Saba finally spurted out a mouthful of blood that had been held in for a long time, but he was no longer able to turn around and look for Yang Zaixing.

Han Chang Bufu failed to lose inexplicably just now, but he tried his best to rush to the place where the flag fell.

The wound on King Gai Tian's back thrust, and he didn't even have the urge to pass again.

"Uncle Yang!"

Yue Yun knew that now, on the other hand, it was time to lead the Jin soldiers away by himself!

The forgotten Beiwei Army rushed horizontally towards the Jin soldiers who were concentrating on the direction of the Central Army's banner!

"kill!"

All the Jin soldiers no longer paid attention to this storm team, but without exception, rushed to the place where the flag of the central army fell!

"Go again! Come out!"

Yue Fei finally couldn't calm down and stood at the top of the city and roared!
To be continued...