Seeing another hundred-man team standing up at the Song people, Xiong Wuliang and Zhao Hua looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh: "This Zi Yan is really not giving up!"

Zhao Hua glanced at Zhong Hua with some concern: "General Zhong..."

Zhong Hua smiled slightly, without any panic: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Wa nodded - he had been in Quyang for several years, and Zhao Wa also understood Zhong Hua's character. He was not a person who talked nonsense.

Since Zhong Hua looks sure to win, he must be fully confident.

The one who played was still the Little Hei Hundreds. One hundred personal soldiers took off the iron crossbow and arrows on their bodies, and then lined up on the spot. Little Hei held the shield in his left hand and the long spear in his right hand, and his fighting spirit was unprecedentedly high!

It only took half a year since he was rescued by Xiong Wuliang.

Xiao Hei has transformed from a weak disaster victim to an elite warrior!

It all depends on this firm and unyielding belief!

Before today, Xiao Hei had never seen blood in his hands... but he was about to fight with the fierce Song army guards!

But there is no timidity at all!

Five hundred steps away, the 100 generals of the Song army's imperial guards, Chong San, did not dare to underestimate the enemy at all, and commanded the 100 soldiers under his command to form a square formation and slowly advance forward.

The 80,000 Song soldiers who were watching shouted and cheered again, but their momentum had been greatly weakened compared to before.

Many Song army's seniors were all tall and tall, and the lower-level lieutenants pursed their lips, their faces were ashen, and they did not say a word.

They are not fools - the damn Chu State Xiong Wuliang on the opposite side must have proposed to "come another match" to encourage Song Wangyan's drunkenness...but also have full confidence in the victory of the hand-to-hand combat!

impossible!

The Song army sent out all the imperial guards selected by the whole country!

The last game of the school martial artist lost to the powerful crossbow of the Chu people - this time the crossbow was banned, and they only talked based on melee fighting! The Song people could not lose again!

...

Chong San leaned his body deep behind the shield, and big beads of sweat rolled down on his face.

The Song army advanced forward, and now there are only a hundred steps left!

Chongsan has just seen how sharp the Chu people's crossbow is - if the Chu people on the opposite side do not speak of martial ethics and openly shoot arrows... then he will definitely not be able to escape!

Behind Chongsan, all the one hundred Song army guards were carrying such psychological pressure.

This short distance of five hundred steps was as if walking on the tip of a knife.

When he got closer, Chong San finally felt relieved - the Chu people were sure that they would not shoot arrows!

He felt his whole body relaxed, as if he had just been salvaged from the deep water, breathing in big mouthfuls of air.

Although the Song army guards are all cruel and bloodthirsty and fierce monsters, they cannot ignore their own lives as much as they ignore other people's lives.

Chong San smiled!

The strength of the Song army's imperial guards is definitely one of the best strong soldiers in the world when it comes to hand-to-hand combat!

Even if it is the "Iron Eagle Serious" of Qin, or the "Wei Wushou" of Wei... Just talking about hand-to-hand combat, in Chongsan's mind, these famous strong soldiers may not be the opponents of the Song army's imperial guards!

"Kill!" Chong San roared!

...

Xiao Hei whistled sharply: "Rise the shield!"

Because he was too excited, his voice was a little deformed.

The personal soldiers of the Chu army, Quyang Hou, fought with the Song State imperial guards!

The Chu soldiers in the front row did not take off the long spear, nor even pulled out the short sword at their waists. Instead, they held the shield tightly with both hands and pressed the shield against their thick shoulders to ensure that they could form a shield wall that could not be broken.

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Just being able to do this is enough to show how well-trained Zhong Hua's personal military camp is-

Holding the shield in both hands means that you have no means of attack.

He is close to the enemy, but he can only be beaten but not fight back... This is a great psychological pressure, and he must fully trust his comrades to do it.

Such a shield wall could hardly be broken through - Song Zu, under Chongsan, tried his best to attack, but could not knock out the thin layer of shield in front of him.

Occasionally, a gap appeared between the shield, and a Chu soldiers fell down. A new soldier immediately abandoned the long spear in his hand, and also held the shield in both hands to fill the gap.

Compared with the difficulties of the Song army, the Chu soldiers were at ease - the soldiers in the back row held a long spear, stretched over the heads of the comrades in the front row, and aimed the head of the Song people with the sword blade and smashed them hard!

Simple, rough, effective!

The Song State Guards faced the attack from above their heads and had almost no power to fight back - large pieces of Song Zuo melted in front of Chu Zuo's shield wall like butter hitting the scorching pot bottom.

The soul of Chong San is emerging!

Chu Zuo on the opposite side! He clearly has a body that is not as strong as himself!

But I couldn't break through this shield wall no matter what!

Seeing the sharp long spear coming from above his head, he was chiseled off his head, and the three souls were scattered. Before he could think too much, he raised the shield in his hand and covered his head... A dull sound blocked the deadly

One blow.

Chongsan felt a little relieved.

Dong!

Dong!

The Song soldiers raised their shields over their heads, trying to block the long spies falling from the sky.

Xiao Hei's eyes were sharp and he suddenly shouted: "It's now!"

The front row of personal soldiers carrying shields with both hands roared angrily and suddenly exerted force forward. The head-heavy and light-footed Song Zuo could not resist at all, and was knocked back repeatedly, causing chaos.

Many Song soldiers fell to the ground and were trampled on by their thick boots and screamed.

Xiao Hei and others in the back row abandoned the long sword in their hands and pulled out the short sword at their waists. The personal soldiers in the front row carrying shields in both hands flashed out in a gap as if they were in a sympathy - the short sword pierced out of the gap.

Song Zuo's shield was raised above his head, but he was just hit by the shield wall and was so dizzy that he could not resist the sudden attack on his chest and abdomen.

The dagger flies, clean and neat!

Blood splashed!

Not long after, all the guards of the Song army had already lie down on the ground...

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"Master, my team of 100 people killed one hundred enemies! I was injured seven times and died nine times!" Xiao Hei saluted deeply at the bronze chariot.

Xiong Wuliang couldn't help but exclaim.

The casualties are 100 to 16! It is about 6 to 1!

It's simply terrible!

Moreover, the Song army in front of them were not those weak ordinary soldiers—but those who had been trained for a long time, had a strong figure and were also well-equipped elite soldiers of the Song Kingdom!

When Zhong Hua faced Xiong Wuliang's praise, he smiled slightly, and glanced at Shaohu intentionally or unintentionally, feeling a little satisfied.

Xiong Wuliang looked at Xiao Hei with admiration and said in a deep voice: "It's done well..."

Xiao Black thrust his chest, quite proud.

Zhao Hua gave Shao Hu a few winks, Shao Hu nodded, waved his hand - the banner with the words "Quyang Houliang" swayed slightly.

The new army of Quyang did not see any movement, but quietly put the standard wooden crossbow in their hands on the strings.

These standard crossbows in the hands of Quyang New Army cannot break the shield and armor as effectively as the iron crossbows in the hands of the personal military camp... However, for ordinary garrison soldiers without armor, their lethality is no less than that of iron crossbows.

Seeing that Shaohu was ready, Zhao Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

The heart of being on guard against others is indispensable.
Chapter completed!