Li Wu was so stunned that he didn't react until Yang Bing came over and slapped him. He shouted excitedly: "The general is back! The general is not dead! Let's kill everyone!!"
Yang Bing had a dark look on his face, thinking that even if he was trying to boost morale, it wouldn't be this inspiring.
However, he quickly got into the fight.
The tall and powerful Hartz charged into Lin Ziren's army like a tiger descending the mountain, taking away an enemy every time he swung the sword in his hand.
Not to be outdone, the remaining black-armored guards showed off the special skills that Yang Bing had given them. Yang Bing flexibly shuttled among the enemies, waving the long knife in his right hand constantly, and holding a three-edged thorn in his left hand to kill an enemy. His lower jaw stabbed in, directly penetrating the opponent's Tianling Cap.
Harz saw Yang Bing's methods and thought that this person must never become his enemy in the future!
Soon, the black-armored guards led by Yang Bingde forced their way into the enemy's formation.
Wan Qi Ke'er was under the city gate, watching Yang Bing fight bravely to kill the enemy. Her tears could no longer be held back. Although she didn't appear very sad these days, she had already cried countless times in her heart. .
What Yang Bing said to her when she was in Kyoto came to mind: "If you and I are in a deadlock one day, you don't have to risk your life for me, and of course I won't risk my life for you." Those words at that time. Wan Qi Kerer disagreed with Yang Bing very much.
But until that day, Yang Bing blocked an arrow for her, and the last resistance to Yang Bing in Wan Qi Keer's heart disappeared.
Thinking of this, Wan Qike'er shouted loudly towards Yang Bing who was still killing the enemy: "Husband! I'm waiting for your triumphant return!!!"
Yang Bing looked back and saw Wan Qi Ke'er's appearance, and his heart was touched. At this moment, he felt that Wan Qi Ke'er in front of him was so beautiful that it was beyond description.
Yang Bing smiled slightly at Wan Qike'er, then turned around and continued to kill the enemy.
Soon, Yang Bing and others had reached the camp where Lin Yan was located. Tens of thousands of enemies surrounded them, but they could do nothing to Yang Bing and others, and the two sides started a stalemate.
Relying on close cooperation, the black-armored guards were able to take away the lives of dozens of enemy soldiers every time. Harz's broadsword waved and caused bursts of whistling sounds in the air.
"Stop it!" Suddenly Yang Bing heard a familiar voice, turned around and saw Lin Yan walking towards them wearing armor and holding a sword in his hand.
The enemy troops on both sides made way.
"General, he is Lin Yan who shot the arrow that day!" Li Wu approached Yang Bing and said.
"General Lin, can you come in?" Yang Bing said while playing with the three-sided thorn.
Lin Yan had a cold face: "Yang Bing, I did underestimate you. If I had known this, I should have chased you into the mountains and killed you myself!"
"Oh, your mouth is the toughest in my body. If you could kill me, wouldn't you have killed me already? Why wait until today when I come to find you in person." Yang Bing's face was full of contempt. He was stalling for time, waiting for the sixth prince behind Lin Ziren to come over.
The Fourth Prince had just given instructions, and the Sixth Prince would be able to kill them in about an hour. They just needed to hold off the enemy. Now it was estimated that the time would be about twenty minutes, and they could already see the thick flames of war rising in the distance. Smoked.
Lin Yan raised his sword and pointed it at Yang Bing: "Okay, today I will let you know how I am going to kill you! No one is allowed to do anything!"
As soon as Lin Yan finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers looked at each other and thought that Major General Lin must be sick. If he insists on a one-on-one fight, he will kill them directly.
Yang Bing estimated the time in his mind, then took off his Tatar animal skin clothes, put down the long knife in his hand, held a triangular thorn across his chest, and assumed a professional fighting posture in his previous life.
"Are you sure you want to take such a small thing?" Lin Yan smiled, obviously not knowing the power of the three-sided thorn.
"Don't talk nonsense, today I'm going to let you know how it feels to be pierced." Yang Bing made the first move, dodged to the left side of Lin Yan's body, and held the triangular thorn in his backhand towards the aorta on Lin Yan's neck.
Lin Yan reacted quickly and immediately defended with a knife. At the same time, he was also secretly shocked: "This Yang Bing's footwork is so fast!"
He turned and slashed the sword towards Yang Bing's waist, and the two sides immediately distanced themselves. Lin Yan was unscathed, but a slender wound appeared on Yang Bing's stomach.
Yang Bing couldn't help but become cautious. He was at a disadvantage after just one encounter. It seemed that Lin Yan was not in vain.
After a moment of stalemate, Yang Bing and Lin Yan seemed to have made an agreement, and they acted at the same time. At the moment when the two met, you could even see a few sparks.
Harz and Helian who were watching the battle were dumbfounded. Harz naturally knew how good Yang Bing was, so he was not too surprised. On the contrary, Helian was shocked by Yang Bing and Lin Yan.
He considered himself to be one of the top few among the Ke people's army, and he was able to deal with the Ming Dynasty soldiers with ease. But now when he saw the duel between Yang Bing and Lin Yan, Helian finally knew what it meant. A frog in the well.
Helian only felt that if he faced any of the two, the other party would be able to take his life within five moves.
Yang Bing and Lin Yan fought back and forth. At first, Yang Bing could handle it calmly, but gradually his physical strength couldn't keep up and his speed also slowed down. After all, his body has not experienced you all year round. The training is still incomparable with these generals who live on the battlefield all year round.
Soon there were more and more wounds on Yang Bing's body, and the smile on Lin Yan's face became brighter and brighter. After swinging the sword again, Yang Bing used a three-edged thorn to block it in front of him, but the force that came from it hit him. Yang Bing retreated several meters and fell heavily to the ground.
Lin Yan stood in front of Yang Bing with a sword in hand, looked down at Yang Bing and sneered: "Trash is trash after all. You are just a trash in Kyoto. Do you think you will become famous after being on the battlefield a few times?"
Yang Bing did not speak, but keenly saw the rear of Lin Yanying. Putting his hand on the ground, Yang Bing felt a slight vibration. He knew that the time was up.
Looking at the sharp sword standing on his neck, Yang Bing said: "We are all going to die anyway, why don't we throw away the weapons and compete again?"
Lin Yan's temperament is different from that of Lin Feng. Although they are brothers, Lin Feng doesn't talk nonsense when it comes to his enemies. If he wants to kill, he will kill them directly. But this is not the case for Lin Yan. He always likes to give the opponent opportunities again and again for his defeated generals. Then hit the opponent again and again to gain psychological satisfaction.
But Lin Yan really got serious this time. He innocently threw down the sword and turned his back to Yang Bing: "Okay, I'll give you a chance."
Yang Bing ignored Lin Yan, lowering his head and preparing his gauntlet gun. The surrounding soldiers thought that Yang Bing was about to throw away his armor, and they all showed mocking expressions.
Lin Feng took two steps to distance himself from Yang Bing, took off the helmet on his head, took off the armor on his upper body and looked at Yang Bing contemptuously: "I will convince you to die!"
Yang Bing stood up and stared at Lin Yan with a smile: "Go ahead, I'll give you three moves."
Lin Yan was angered by Yang Bing's appearance and quickly rushed towards Yang Bing and punched him. Just when his fist was about to touch Yang Bing's head, Lin Yan finally noticed something was wrong.
"Why isn't Yang Bing defending in front of me? Why did he raise his arm? Why is that arm guard different from mine? What is that black tube?" This was the last thought in Lin Yan's mind.
The onlookers only heard a "bang!" and their Major General Lin fell straight down, with a bloody hole appearing between his eyebrows.
Everyone was quiet for a while. Only the black-armored guards knew what it was, but for others, this arm gun can be said to be a dimensionality reduction weapon.
"He killed Major General Lin!!!" After a while, someone among the enemy troops suddenly shouted, and then the enemy troops began to move closer to Yang Bing and the others.
"Kill!!!" At this moment, a deafening sound of fighting came from behind, and Yang Bing knew that this was the arrival of the sixth prince.
He hurriedly loaded another bullet, fired a shot into the sky and shouted: "Everyone, listen, the rebel Lin Ziren colluded with the Tatars and collaborated with the enemy to treason. His son Lin Yan seriously injured the imperial official and colluded with the rebellion! Now he has been punished! ! If you surrender now, your heads will be saved!"
The remaining soldiers looked at each other. They didn't want to rebel and fight, so they all put down their weapons. Soon a mighty force rushed to Lin Yan's camp.
The young man at the head had sharp eyebrows and eagle eyes, and the golden armor on his body shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.
The spear in his hand was still dripping with the enemy's blood.
This person was none other than the Sixth Prince Zhu You. He led Zhu Yuanzhang's 100,000 troops hidden in the dark and had been dormant for several years in order to prevent this moment from happening.
Zhu You had never seen Yang Bing, and Yang Bing was not wearing a military uniform, so he didn't know what to call him. However, he just saw Yang Bing persuade the enemy to surrender, so he dismounted respectfully: "Excuse me, this knight What do you call it?"
The sixth prince's temperament is different from that of the prince, not as cold as the fourth prince, and not as impulsive as the second prince, but it seems to be a combination of the temperaments of the three of them.
"I am Yang Bing, the son of Prime Minister Yang Xiyuan." Yang Bing naturally knew that the person in front of him was the sixth prince.
When Zhu You heard Yang Bing's name, he opened his mouth like a child and exclaimed: "Oh!!! Are you the legendary good-for-nothing young master?"
Yang Bing was speechless, thinking that the sixth prince was very capable, but why was he so unable to speak.
Seeing that Yang Bing's expression was not good, Zhu You smiled and walked over and hugged Yang Bing's shoulders: "Hey, I'm just kidding. I know you, Major General Yang. I heard about your battle in Jincheng a long time ago. I said it, it’s really amazing, if my father hadn’t stopped me and wouldn’t let me out, I would have gone to meet you a long time ago.”
Zhu You just hugged Yang Bing and walked towards Tongtian Pass while chatting, leaving everyone in a daze.
Li Wu and Harz looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
At this time, the deputy general who was following the Sixth Prince dismounted and came to the two of them and said with a smile: "Boy, I'm sorry, the Sixth Prince has such a temper. He has heard of the reputation of Major General Yang a long time ago, so he can't help himself. Let's do the rest. Let’s do it, and please take a break, brothers, and we’ll go back to Tongtian Pass together later.”
