Seeing Zhao Zheng and Beimang's white horse spearman collide, the Daqian soldiers who closed Yanmen were all sweating for their emperor!
Because this white horse spear god is famous for his power, he has killed five generals in Dagan before!
And Zhao Zheng is just a canary who grew up in a deep palace compound. How could he be the opponent of the White Horse Spear God?
Both Xiong Wei and Yu Fan felt that Zhao Zheng was dead this time!
Unexpectedly, after the two met, what happened was a scene that made everyone watching stunned!
I saw the long sword in Zhao Zheng's hand swinging like flying, and a set of sword skills could not be splashed. The white horse spear god raised his spear and jumped on the horse, and clashed with him. After two rounds of fighting, he couldn't take any advantage!
All the soldiers were stunned!
Long live my god, I am actually a hidden master!
Yu Fan widened his eyes and muttered in disbelief:
"This loser...when did he learn such powerful martial arts?"
In fact, before Zhao Zheng traveled through time, he was not only proficient in modern firearms, but also had a deep understanding of traditional cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds.
When I was guarding the border, I would dance around with a machete and a spear every day when I had nothing to do in the camp. Over time, I naturally became a master.
Unexpectedly, after traveling through time, this skill would come in handy.
Seeing that the white-horse gunman in front of him had not been able to take advantage for a long time, and his momentum had slumped, Zhao Zheng smiled secretly, waved his sword, and launched a counterattack on the spot!
"Barbarian Beimang, come here! Try my sword!"
After saying that, he swung the thirty-six kilogram thick iron sword forward suddenly, and slashed his head and face towards the White Horse Spear God.
The white horse spear was agile and quick in marksmanship, but it didn't seem to be very powerful. He was hit by Zhao Zheng's powerful sword, and he quickly swung his spear to block it.
But how could a mere slender spear be able to withstand the weight of Zhao Zheng's sword? There was just a "click" sound, and the spear of the White Horse Spear God was instantly cut off by Zhao Zheng!
When the Daqian soldiers saw this scene, they all raised their arms and shouted:
"Your Majesty cut off the spear of the White Horse Spear God!"
"Your Majesty's power!"
"Your Majesty's power!"
Zhao Zheng smiled calmly:
"What's the point of cutting off the spear? I'm still going to take the head of the White Horse Spear God!"
After saying that, he urged his horse forward and struck the enemy with a sharp blow. However, at this critical moment, the White Horse Spear God threw the broken spear in his hand, hit Zhao Zheng in the face, and took the opportunity to turn around and run away!
Zhao Zheng was caught off guard. In panic, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the white robe of the White Horse Spear God.
"Dismount me!"
The opponent felt Zhao Zheng's strong arm strength, and was about to be pulled off his horse. At the critical moment, he quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist, raised his hand to cut off his shirt, and then fled on the white horse.
Zhao Zheng failed to catch this person and only held half of the shirt in his hand, feeling somewhat regretful.
But at this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which seemed to be emanating from the shirt. He wrinkled his nose and smelled it carefully. There was actually a vague fragrance on the shirt.
"It's weird, why does the White Horse Spear God's robe still have a scent? Is this barbarian from Beimang a sissy?"
In this battle, Emperor Daqian defeated the White Horse Spear God, which immediately boosted the morale of the soldiers.
On the other side of Beimang, they saw that their general had his spear broken and his robe cut off. For a moment, he was like a headless fly, swarming in chaos.
Cao Yun, the captain of Zhenbei School, saw the opportunity and shouted loudly:
"Soldiers, the Beimang army is in chaos, follow me and kill!"
The army came out and swept away the Beimang army like a tide in an instant!
On the tower of Yanmen Pass, Xiong Wei witnessed with his own eyes Zhao Zheng leading a large number of soldiers to attack the Beimang cavalry. This battle could be described as devastating and turbulent!
Looking back, from the time he joined the army until now, he has never seen Da Gan fight such a beautiful victory!
At this moment, he felt his blood boiling, his eyes filled with tears, and he said loudly:
"Oh my God! Daqian has finally given birth to an unparalleled hero with great martial virtues! If Taizong, the great ancestor of Daqian, is alive in heaven, he should rest in peace!"
Yu Fan's face turned dark!
He never expected that Zhao Zheng would be unstoppable as soon as he took action, killing Beimang and leaving his armor behind.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, he looked unhappy and said angrily:
"Hmph, what a bullshit white-horsed gunman, I think it's just commonplace. As soon as my Daqian soldiers came out, he immediately killed them like shit!"
Xiong Wei said:
"That's wrong!"
"Beimang's White Horse Spear God is quite capable, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to kill five of our generals in a row. The key is that His Majesty is so invincible that he led the soldiers to a complete victory!"
At this point, Daqian had been overrun by the Beimang army. Seeing them fleeing, not even leaving the camp, running towards the depths of the grassland, Zhao Zheng waved his hand towards Cao Yun and ordered road:
"Captain Cao Yun, don't chase after the poor enemy! We won this battle beautifully, so let's give it up!"
When Cao Yun heard that Zhao Zheng actually understood the principle of not pursuing the enemy when he was in trouble, he admired the emperor even more in his heart, and he immediately raised his hand and said:
"The general will obey the order!"
After that, the order was passed, Ming Jin retreated his troops, and the three men of Daqian turned around in an orderly manner and returned to Yanmen Pass with their heads held high.
Seeing His Majesty's triumphant return, Xiong Wei hurriedly ran all the way from the tower to the gate, shouting in a hurry:
"Open the city gate quickly to welcome His Majesty in triumph!"
"Open the city gate quickly to welcome His Majesty in triumph!"
Those generals who had doubts about Zhao Zheng before, and even said that he was a coward, were now completely convinced.
How can this be a coward? This is clearly the arrival of the God of War!
Everyone came to the city gate one by one and stood along both sides of the road, waiting respectfully for the return of Emperor Daqian!
At this time, Zhao Zheng stood upright and walked at the front of the team. His armor shone with golden light, his robes were stained with blood, and the huge banner behind him was flying in the wind, making a hunting sound!
He held his head high and looked down at the soldiers of the three armies. At this moment, he saw loyalty and obedience in the eyes of every Daqian soldier! At this moment, he knew in his heart that his long-lived throne was becoming more and more stable!
As he entered the city gate, the soldiers on both sides of the road fell to their knees involuntarily and shouted:
"Your Majesty Long Might!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
"Your Majesty Long Might!"
"Long live my emperor! Long live!"
"..."
The neat and loud shouts echoed around the wide and simple city wall of Yanmen Pass, and did not disperse for a long time...
