Back Off, Let Me Come

Qiang——

The weapons clashed with a loud bang.

Zhao Feng held the 120-pound copper mace in one hand and danced so tightly that his martial energy could almost form a dragnet.

No matter whether the enemy's attack was as fast as lightning or as fast as the wind and rain, he sat firmly on the back of the horse with his feet clamped on the horse's belly.

It looks relaxed on the surface, but actually it sounds alarming inside.

The bearded military general in front of him was by no means comparable to those of his previous opponents. Regardless of speed, strength and combat experience, they are almost as good as him! It seemed impossible to remove everyone's heads in thirty or forty rounds as expected.

The flags are flying, the cold wind is howling.

But no one felt the slightest chill.

Everyone stared intently at the anxious battle situation.

In the center of the battlefield, dust was flying and martial energy was raging.

Shen Tang put his hands in front of his eyebrows to look at his eyes. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Unfortunately, several familiar generals were recovering from injuries. Needless to say, Captain Yang would never be able to go to the battlefield again in this life. Gong Shuwu had not yet After returning to its peak, he stayed behind.

As for brothers Zhai Le and Zhai Huan——

They had previously escaped from Xiaocheng and were hunted all the way. They also encountered Shao Chong having a mad attack, and they had not yet fully recovered.

In other words——

She was the only "military general" in Shen Tang's army.

Ah, does anyone still remember that she is a literary scholar?

At this time, Gu Chi woke up the dreamer with a word.

He said: "The mace is usually a double weapon, right?"

These words reached Shen Tang's ears clearly.

Only then did Shen Tang fully realize what was wrong.

Copper maces usually appear in pairs.

Why did Zhao Feng use a single mace?

There are many one-handed weapons that are more lethal and easier to use in close combat than a copper mace. Furthermore, Zhao Feng's arms are equally strong and strong, so there seems to be no possibility of being "partial".

Could it be——

A guess came to her mind, Zhao Fengzang was clumsy?

Leader Wu Xian is also paying close attention to the battle situation.

All of them are brave warriors or literary scholars, with excellent ears and eyesight. Seeing Zhao Feng and the rebel generals fighting hard at the foot of the mountain, some people secretly broke into a cold sweat. The rebels couldn't afford to lose the first battle, but the Allies couldn't afford to lose even more.

The Alliance Army was made up of small forces.

Although there are far more people than the 10,000 rebels, their people's hearts are far less organized than theirs, and their morale is just as easily shaken. Once morale drops sharply and people's hearts are divided, and the rebels launch a general offensive, they are afraid that they will be completely defeated... Everyone secretly observes Leader Wu Xian.

Gu Ren on one side said: "Leader Wu, this -"

They need to be prepared.

Even if Zhao Feng loses, his head cannot be taken away.

Losing and losing completely are somewhat different.

Unexpectedly, leader Wu Xian still looked as stable as a mountain and confident, not worried that Zhao Feng would lose his life in the battle between generals. Gu Ren guessed that Wu Xian had some back-ups here, and temporarily suppressed the worries rising in his heart.

Although he wanted to wait and see what happened, just in case, Gu Ren secretly made a gesture to the soldiers under the tent. The soldiers received the order and quietly rushed to Chao Lian's side. When Chao Lian saw the soldiers, he had an idea and asked, "What instructions does the lord have?"

The soldier whispered in his ear, and Chao Lian nodded in understanding.

"Go and reply to my lord and say I understand."

The soldier felt relieved to go back after receiving the reply.

Gu Ren could keep his composure, but the others did not have the same endurance. They were all on pins and needles, anxious and panicked, not knowing what to do. One person pretended to talk in a low voice with the person beside him: "Aren't you worried that your generals will be trapped here?"

Such a brave warrior must naturally play his best role.

It would be too unworthy to discount it here.

Another person chuckled: "Leader Wu is not like us who have a poor family. He has a lot of talents. I heard that the six generals in his account are all from extraordinary backgrounds. They may have their own considerations." Although he spoke in a low voice, who here is not a smart person?

These words also reached Wu Xian's ears word for word.

His fingers resting on his lap were tapping continuously, seemingly messy but actually following some strange melody. Finally, he reacted and turned around to chat with his confidant, the soap-shirted scribe.

"Gongsu, it's rare to see Dayi so happy..."

The soap-shirted scribe said quietly: "When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent."

A courageous warrior is different from a literary scholar.

The latter can use mental calculations to make up for the lack of literary strength. A second-grade Chinese character may be defeated by a ninth-grade martial artist, but the brave warrior is different. Each level is separated by a ravine. The higher the level of martial courage, the larger the ravine.

Among high-level brave warriors, unless they fight hard, it is difficult to cross the level to challenge, let alone succeed in the challenge - typical examples are Yang Duwei and Gong Xiqiu. This group is like a pyramid. The higher you go up, the smaller the number, and the smaller the chance of encountering each other.

With Zhao Feng's strength, in addition to practicing hard on his own, he usually competes with a few acquaintances. There are so many familiar faces coming and going, and they know each other's skills. However, he still cannot completely let go of his hands and feet to fight life and death. It is quite suffocating to restrain his hands and feet in a fight. Qu.

He is also a slow-burn player.

When sparring with others, he often feels that the warm-up is complete, the foreplay is sufficient, and the opponent has already finished fighting, which is completely frustrating plus!

Although Zhao Feng was fighting with others in a stalemate, everyone who knew him knew that he was completely excited after his warm-up!

Leader Wu Xian smiled and said: "Hahaha, that's true."

The soap-shirted scribe withdrew his gaze from the battlefield and turned his gaze to Qishan beside Shen Tang in the distance. The latter seemed to feel something and turned his head to look over. The two people's eyes met in the air, and then turned away in tacit understanding. The soap-shirted scribe frowned and pursed his lips.

At this moment, a huge impact suddenly erupted on the battlefield that shook the ground. Under the attention of the two armies, Zhao Feng's momentum suddenly increased, and the rich martial energy almost seeped out from under his skin, forming a layer of light red mist.

"Come and accept your fate——"

Zhao Feng has one from his left hand.

Another copper mace appeared in the palm of his hand.

He blocked the enemy's weapon with his right hand, and swung his copper mace with his left hand to strike hard at the opponent's Tianling Gai. The force of this blow was far greater than before, and the enemy general's horse neighed as if it was overwhelmed.

Taking advantage of the victory, Zhao Feng's horse collided with him and kicked him with his hoof.

The bearded general was not a vegetarian either.

He didn't even try to avoid it, and took the move with force.

Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and the force of his iron mace left a ravine more than ten feet long on the ground. For a moment, sand and dust flew into the sky, and his martial energy was released towards the bearded general without any reservation.

clank clank——

In the blink of an eye, there are dozens more rounds of trembling.

Almost at the same time, the two of them released their martial energy and formed fierce beast shadows, biting and killing each other. As the saying goes, a layman can see the excitement, and an expert can see the door. Everyone saw that after Zhao Feng used a pair of copper maces, his body seemed to turn on some kind of switch.

Outperforming the beasts, the momentum is rising steadily.

The situation was initially evenly matched, but after dozens of rounds, the balance began to tilt slowly but firmly to his side.

Chao Lian's grip on the reins of the war horse loosened slightly.

If nothing unexpected happens, this game can be won.

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Ah, so annoying, I didn’t save the manuscript...