Even though Xiangyang City was strictly sealed off, the Beggar Gang brothers still got in touch with Xu Lang.
"What? My master is here too!"
With an exclamation, Xu Lang screamed in surprise when he saw the secret letter sent from the city. After all, he is already a general in his own right, but at this moment, he is acting like a child.
Ma Rubao shook his head and smiled.
After receiving the secret letter, his eyes lit up.
"Haha, with your master and the Beggar Clan heroes cooperating in the city, Xiangyang City will be broken sooner or later. General Xu, should we send troops now?"
"Exactly! General Ma, General Wang, and I will each lead a team. While they are still on a firm footing, attack him!"
Xu Lang stood up, drew his sword, and looked at Ma Rubao and Wang Liang.
Ma Rubao was fine, he was looking forward to the battle, and now he was smiling all over his face. But Wang Liang was a little flattered. After all, his position in the army should be higher than that of Xu Lang. However, what is the relationship between Xu Lang and the King of England? Naturally, Wang Liang is also very knowledgeable and does not take advantage of anything easily. Therefore, all the way from Shangluo, he had not fought with real swords and guns a few times.
He is a veteran with good immediate skills and resourcefulness. He also knows that as a forward force, especially those who are good at field battles, they really need to seize the opportunity. The enemy army formed a camp outside the city to fight. It seemed that there were more defenses, but in fact it was caused by the general's inability to know himself and the enemy. He did not know where their strengths were. Such an arrangement was like playing chess, giving the opponent a chance to Give me a gift!
"General Xu, how wonderful!"
Although Wang Liang was captured alive by Xu Lang and Lin Zhijing in Tongguan General Mansion, he didn't mind. His kung fu was far superior to his own, so being captured wouldn't be a big scandal.
"Okay, take this general's gun!"
Xu Lang shouted loudly, with a strong fighting spirit.
As long as we quickly destroy the enemy's outer defenses, we can work together with the master and others. I just wonder if Master and the others can succeed in assassinating King Ping when the time comes?
However, with the strength of Master and Gang Leader Zheng, it is not a big problem.
Alas, don’t worry about it for now, let’s talk about it later!
Holding the spear and mounting the horse, Xu Lang's expression immediately became serious.
The three teams of men and horses quickly lined up. As the drum beat sounded, the three generals took the lead and rushed out of the formation like an arrow from the string.
These are three unstoppable torrents, these are three menacing dragons, and these are three indestructible arrows.
The Xiangyang soldiers who had just set up camp were stunned by the scene in front of them.
"Quick, shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"
"Line up to meet the enemy!"
"Damn it, throw the spear!"
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The panicked corps commanders, chiefs, and generals at all levels were all issuing orders.
The Xiangyang soldiers who had not been in the field for many years, as well as many new soldiers who had been temporarily recruited as cannon fodder, were already trembling in their hands and feet. Listening to the rumble of drums, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of killing, they felt what it was like to be afraid for the first time.
Jun Zheng, with a stern face, held a big sword and stood firmly behind the array. Anyone who dared to retreat would be killed with a click of the sword and their heads would fall to the ground.
There is no choice, arrows must be released, spears must be thrown, and shields must be raised.
However, the effect is minimal.
The earthen ramparts and wooden fences that were not very tightly built were in vain after being struck by Xu Lang's cavalry.
Several rounds of arrows were fired, but in front of the windy knight, they were completely missed. On the contrary, many people were shot by knights on horseback with bows and arrows.
The warriors of Jincheng are especially better than the people of the Central Plains in their riding and shooting skills. They can shoot far and accurately with head and feet. When the arrows are hit by the wind, the Xiangyang soldiers are often hit by the arrows before they are fired and fall to the ground.
Fortunately, the army was ruthless, so these Xiangyang soldiers who had no way to retreat had no choice but to press forward. In this way, amidst the flying of flesh and blood, they fell to the ground like wheat being cut.
