"kill!"

Meng Yang brought the power of beheading the enemy general, roared angrily, and at the same time, gentian's bright silver spear swung forward!

There is still a long-dead Fu Zhao hanging on the tip of his spear!

The gun was thrown out, and a bloody rainbow bridge was drawn in mid-air. Fu Zhao's heavy body was the stroke of his pen that drew the bridge, and it was drawn heavily towards the 20,000-strong forward army of the Zhu Yan Empire.

"kill!"

Behind Meng Yang, the soldiers who had been fighting with him for a long time were full of momentum. Each of them had a bloodthirsty red light in their eyes. They all shouted with murderous intent and followed Meng Yang towards the enemy formation.

"Quick, defend quickly!"

Feeling terrified, Zhu Yan's forward army, under the command of his deputy general, hurriedly arranged a defensive formation.

But it was too late.

Who would have thought that Fu Zhao, who had high hopes, would be stabbed through the chest by the enemy without even saying a word?

Just a moment ago, they were beating the drums wildly and cheering for their general!

There were many swordsmen and shieldmen lined up in front of the formation who even put their shields aside. At this time, they were hurriedly picking them up from the ground and hurriedly setting up the formation.

The shield formation was not even deployed, and the pikemen behind them had no idea what to do. They could only try to find opportunities and hurriedly throw out their spears wherever there was an opening, trying to block the opponent's fierce momentum.

It is conceivable how effective this formation is?

This is what Chen Ze has never understood, why he insists on creating a one-on-one drama.

Cha——!

Just when the enemy's formation was about to be completed, Meng Yang, who was charging wildly with his horse, had already stepped into the formation.

I saw him pulling the reins sharply with one hand, then clamping his legs on the horse's belly with all his strength, stepping off the horse and leaping high in pain, just above the shield formation that the sword and shield bearers could not reach.

The man and horse were still in mid-air, and the silver gentian spear pierced out a little bit of cold light, followed by a large bloom of blood flowers.

The man is on his back and the horse is overturned!

Zhao Yun's riding skills are so amazing. In the battle of Changbanpo, he went in and out seven times to rescue the young master. Compared with that time, this was a mere 20,000 people, still a disorganized team. Why couldn't he make progress?

One person, one gun, and one horse.

Meng Yang rushed into the formation, killing wherever he went, but there was no enemy under his gun. He alone, smashed the enemy formation into pieces, and for a moment he was at his best.

Zhu Yan's formation collapsed thousands of miles away. The more than ten thousand soldiers behind Meng Yang were like wolves joining the sheep. They followed Meng Yang and widened the gap in the enemy's enemy again. Like a sharp knife, they struck Zhu Yan's forward fiercely.

One cut after another was cut in the formation.

Dripping with blood.

shocking.

At the top of Bo'an City, Zhu Yan's generals, including Zong Chengye, couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Lost.

And he still lost miserably.

Two words popped up in everyone's mind: complete defeat.

So, is this the reason why the other side only sent 10,000 people to fight?

Because... there is no need to send more people?

With only 10,000 people, they had already wiped out 20,000 of our own. Although the leading enemy man was covered in blood, everyone knew that not even a drop of the blood was his own.

…

They all belong to Zhu Yan soldiers!

Zong Chengye stared blankly, not even thinking of ordering the withdrawal of troops.

Because there is no need at all!

In just a short while, the deafening shouts of killing in the city gradually faded away, and almost all of the forward soldiers on whom he had placed high hopes fell in a pool of blood.

A few of them were still running desperately towards the moat, but the crazy man was riding his horse behind him in hot pursuit. He showed no mercy and didn't even want to leave anyone alive!

Of course he won't stay, because this is what Chen Ze told Meng Yang before he went to war.

"Where are the archers?"

"Where's the trebuchet?"

"What are you still doing? Damn it, fight! Kill this bastard!"

A general was roaring crazily. He roared and slapped the archer who was stunned, took the bow and arrow from his hand, raised his hand and shot an arrow down the city.

With the distance that Meng Yang was chasing closely, he was now within the attack range of the city's defenders!

"Um?"

Meng Yang, who looked like a bloodthirsty man, was actually very calm. From the corner of his eye, he saw a cold light flashing from the top of the city. At the same time, he raised his body and fired a shot from his hand, just in time to hit the incoming arrow.

Just hear a pop.

I don't know whether it was intentional or a coincidence, but the arrow that was knocked away by him hit the last Zhu Yan soldier who was about to jump into the moat.

It can be regarded as completing the task assigned by Chen Ze, leaving no one behind!

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Bows and strings sounded continuously on the top of the city, and flying arrows came like locusts.

Awakened by the general's angry shouts, the soldiers realized that the arrogant man had entered the attack range. He was so polite that he fired a volley of arrows.

The soldiers next to the trebuchet were also struggling to reload. Although they were half a beat slower than the archers, they were about to join the attack sequence.

"Hahaha!"

Meng Yang was not afraid of the rain of arrows falling from the sky, but instead laughed loudly.

The gentian bright silver gun danced in his hand like a bright silver phantom. While blocking the arrows one after another, he also urged the horse to retreat. When the arrow rain passed, he and his horse also retreated to a safe area.

Countless stones arrived at this moment, but they could only smash deep pits into the ground ten feet in front of him.

Meng Yang immediately stood up with his spear pointed at the city head, and shouted loudly:

"Grandson! If you are brave enough, come down and fight with grandpa for another ten rounds. What's the point of firing cold arrows!"

"Damn it!"

Being pointed at the nose and scolded as "grandson", Zhu Yanzhong's generals all looked livid, and they raised their weapons angrily and rushed down the city tower, hoping to gather all the troops and horses before fighting Meng Yang.

"stop!"

But it was Zong Chengye who stopped the impulsive general with a livid face.

"General Zong!"

The man blushed and roared: "Can we just let this bastard make noises in the city?"

"There are millions of people, but 10,000 people are blocked in the city and dare not move. If this is the case, it would be better to die!"

Snapped!

Zong Chengye rushed forward, slapped the general on the face, and said sternly: "Please wake up, are those ten thousand people?"

"He only has so few troops and yet he dares to make noise outside. Are you sure this is not a way to provoke the general?"

"Are you sure they didn't ambush more people outside, just waiting for us to lose our composure and rush out to fight?"

"After all this time, have you ever seen follow-up troops coming from the opponent's camp?"

"There is no one in the camp, so where are they?"

"Where are the people?"

"Where have people gone?"

"Fool!"

Zong Chengye let out a louder roar. Not only did the general who was slapped in the face be stunned, but the other generals who were also angry next to him also looked stunned.

yes.

What about the other person?

There are obviously no less than 500,000 troops stationed outside the city on this side.
Chapter completed!