Lu Yanxun did not communicate with Zhang Zhen in advance.
But that's it. Zhang Zhen is also fearless. My uncle said that if you want to do something big, you must be calm when encountering big things.
If even the general panics, the battle will be lost.
Zhang Zhen looked at Qi Min and said, "Thank you, Marquis Chigui, for your concern. It's just that Zhu Changsong killed my father-in-law, and I am willing to avenge him. If he is killed, I will have no regrets."
Qi Min's expression changed slightly and he looked at Zhang Zhen displeased. He thought to himself: "It's really ignorant." But he also appreciated it.
Zhang Zhen's reaction was much better than that of Hauge's eldest son, Dorbo.
Zhang Zhen turned to Jin Tie and said: "Jin Tie, don't cry. You are a capable person. If I take power, I will definitely use you like my father-in-law. I know that nothing I say now is useless. But what if I win? What's wrong? We don't have enough armor in the army. Then we must fight to support war."
"If I kill Zhu Changsong, his army will be in chaos. You organize five thousand people, regardless of casualties, and attack Zhu Changsong's camp. Strip off their armor."
"Mr. Lu, you are responsible for helping." Zhang Zhen looked at Lu Yan again and said.
"Yes." Lu Yanxun responded loudly, and then shouted: "Listen, son of the Han family. For Yanhan, for Huanglong Mansion. To expel the Tartars and regain Liaodong. Fight with the Meng Yuan people."
"Fight."
Zhang Zhen's hundreds of people raised their weapons and responded loudly.
The harsh Han wind blew to the north.
Zhang Zhen nodded, and surrounded by two soldiers, he walked down the city wall calmly, sat on his horse, held the horse's pole in hand, opened the city gate, and rode out of the city gate in full view of everyone.
Although Qi Min and others were not optimistic about Zhang Zhen, they felt the momentum of the Han army and couldn't help but feel some hope.
What if Zhang Zhen wins by luck?
if?
just in case?
Jin Tie wiped the tears on his face, cheered up, and hurried to organize the people of the Sushun tribe.
outside the city.
Zhu Changsong, surrounded by more than ten horsemen, planned to retreat. Hearing the movement at the city gate, he reined in his horse and looked back. Then I saw the flag with the word "Zhang" flying in the wind.
A general raised his horse and shouted: "I am the nephew of the King of Han, and so is Zhang Zhen of the Hundred Households. Do you dare to fight with me, general?"
Zhu Changsong was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed. He said to the knights on the left and right: "Please report in the newspaper that the nephew of the Liaodong Tiger is in Sushun. But I was skeptical, but I didn't expect it to be true."
"I killed Hauge, and then I killed the nephew of the Liaodong Tiger. With his outstanding military achievements, he will surely soar into the sky. You will also lift all boats as the tide rises."
"Congratulations, sir." The horsemen were also overjoyed and congratulated with clasped fists.
"Kill!" Zhu Changsong turned the horse's head, held the rein of the horse tightly in his left hand, held the spear in his right hand, and galloped towards Zhang Zhen.
When Zhang Zhen saw Zhu Changsong fighting, he couldn't help but exhale, with a slight smile on his face.
He is relatively low-key and usually does not reveal his identity as the nephew of the King of Han. But sometimes, it can be used as a bait.
"Kill!!!" Zhang Zhen roared, flicked his horse, and galloped forward.
"Da da da."
The sound of horse hooves sounded like war drums, soaring to the sky.
The tribal leaders watching the battle on the city wall couldn't help but become nervous. Lu Yanxun and other Han soldiers held their heads high and showed confidence.
As a subordinate, don’t you know what your master is capable of?
Meng Yuan Thousand Captain?
Our lord is the nephew of the King of Han. A young hero from the Han Dynasty.
The two riders were approaching quickly.
It was exactly the same as the previous battle.
Zhang Zhen was the first to take action, holding the horse's belly tightly with his legs, his lower body motionless as a mountain, and sending his arms forward, the horse struck at Zhu Changsong's neck with lightning speed.
The joy in Zhu Changsong's eyes turned into horror, and huge waves arose in his heart.
This kid! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
If a master takes action, he will know if there is one.
The same is preemptive.
But in his eyes, Hauge's knife skills were as ridiculous as a three-year-old child playing with a stick.
Killed with one move.
But Zhang Zhen's preemptive strike was like a stormy sea. It made him feel the crisis of death, as if he was fighting against thousands of households.
damn it! ! !
Is Zhang Zhen so brave?
Why is it so silent?
In Mongolia. If the emperor had such a brave and capable nephew, he would have been released to lead the army independently long ago. If you live, you will be a million households, if you die, you will die.
Zhang Zhen was raised in the mansion by Wu Nian for many years and served as a soldier for several years. Only this time did he find an opportunity to come out and make contributions.
Although he had a record of killing the great names of Fuso in Goguryeo, the Mongolian people were not very clear about it.
Zhu Changsong was shocked, but his reaction was not slow. With his scalp numb, he quickly raised his hand to block it.
"Shua!" a sound. Zhu Changsong swung the horse in his hand, like a whip, towards Zhang Zhen's horse.
A "touch" sound. The horses on both sides collided in the air, making a dull sound.
Zhu Changsong's face immediately turned red to the color of pig liver, and he looked at Zhang Zhen in shock. My feeling is correct, this guy has the capacity of thousands of households.
Is this blood?
The nephew of the King of Han? ! ! ! !
The most important thing about a peerless general is his natural power.
Zhang Zhen is very calm, neither arrogant nor impetuous.
"Kill!!!" With a violent roar, the horse in his hand struck Zhu Changsong like a storm.
Even when a lion fights a rabbit, he tries his best.
To underestimate the enemy is to make fun of your own life and the lives of your subordinates.
kill! ! ! ! !
Zhu Changsong's eyes were about to burst and he struggled to resist. Then he sadly discovered that Zhang Zhen was not only born with supernatural powers, but also had perfect skills.
It's like steel that has been tempered a hundred times, without any flaws.
This is truly a peerless military commander who cannot be matched by himself.
Just when Zhu Changsong thought of this, the eight moves had passed. Zhu Changsong's arms shook violently, the tiger's mouth cracked and blood flowed out, and then the horse fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Zhen blankly.
Zhang Zhen was not soft-hearted, the sharp edge pierced the void, and the light flashed away.
After the snow light bloomed, he quickly put his eight-foot-long horse under his arm and raised his head to look at the long pines with a fierce aura.
Zhu Changsong's more than ten riders were all dumbfounded.
I thought that Zhang Zhen was able to walk because of his military exploits, but he didn't expect that his master would become a military exploit instead.
They looked at each other, and in unison they held weapons and charged towards Zhang Zhen on fierce and sturdy horses.
The general died in battle, and the soldiers could not escape. Only by killing Zhang Zhen would the merit be replaced by the crime.
"Okay. Send a dozen more pairs of armor and a dozen war horses." Zhang Zhen laughed, not surprised but overjoyed, and rode forward. Chi Chang broke into the formation of Zhang Zhen's soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, they were all killed.
The bodies of the Meng Yuan soldiers fell to the ground, and the smell of blood rose into the sky. Zhang Zhen's eyes scanned among the ownerless horses, and when he saw Hauge's head, he rode up and retrieved Hauge's head.
