He raised his long sword "Oath" high and took the lead, charging forward, surrounded by thousands of cavalry, the moonlight shining on the tip of the sword.
The rest of the Zhou Dynasty was completely defeated, and was completely shattered by the impact of the Daxia cavalry, like glass being beaten by a hammer. Not long after, they were all annihilated by the Daxia army. The snowy river is littered with corpses, soldiers, flags and armor.
The Zhou army on the other side of the river was so frightened that they quickly retreated to the camp behind.
After Liu Mo chopped down a Zhou Dynasty soldier, he shouted: "Cross the river to pursue!"
The Xingluo coalition soldiers built a wooden bridge, and the army rushed towards the distant camp of the Zhou Dynasty.
The remaining troops of the Zhou Dynasty only hated their parents for not having enough legs, and fled desperately, trampling on each other and causing countless casualties.
And in this critical moment, in the chaos, a large group of horses came running, and the leader of the general shouted: "You are not allowed to retreat, anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy!"
This man has a silver spear and black armor, he is majestic, and his razor-like eyes make people shudder.
He is none other than the prince of Zhou Dynasty: Yang Yizhi (Xiao Shen!)
Seeing that there were still soldiers trying to escape, Yang Yizhi swung his spear angrily and immediately cut open the man's body, spilling blood all over the floor.
"No retreat!" he roared again.
"Your Highness, the enemy's morale is too high..."
Yang Yizhi didn't give him a chance to continue, "Follow me and kill him!"
As he spoke, he clamped his horse's belly and galloped away.
The majesty of the "Military God" of the Great Zhou Dynasty was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty who had low morale quickly cheered up. They roared, adjusted their direction, and charged towards the Star Luo Allied Forces.
"Liu Mo, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't be a human being!" Yang Yizhi swore secretly as he launched a charge.
A conservative estimate is that in just one day, at least 40,000 Zhou Dynasty soldiers died at the hands of Liu Mo.
On the other hand, look at Daxia.
Liu Modan saw the Zhou Dynasty cavalry appear from a distance, three neat teams of heavy cavalry in three directions: due east, northeast and due north, all wearing gleaming black steel armor.
Not just a team of scouts, but an army, Liu Mo thought. Yang Yizhi, did I piss you off?
Soon enough, on the other side, a group of cavalry rushed towards Sun Kan's formation, and another group penetrated Zollun's flank.
Liu Mo held the oath and fought hard. With Tang Die's help, he felt like he was in a no-man's land.
However, when I looked up, I saw more and more people pouring out, not only cavalry, but also spearmen and shield-bearing infantry, numbering in the dozens or hundreds.
Under the moonlight, there was a huge area of darkness, which made Liu Mo's scalp numb.
A Xingluo tribe warrior ran past him on horseback and lay limply on the horse's neck. A spear was inserted into his belly and came out from behind.
Although the man was hopeless, when Liu Mo saw a Zhou Dynasty soldier running over to pull the reins of the horse, he also charged forward.
Suddenly, Liu Mo suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Liu Mo!"
Looking back, Yang Yizhi was riding a tall horse, holding a silver gun and glaring at him.
The biggest trouble is coming! Liu Mo secretly sweated for himself.
The other party didn't say a word nonsense. When he saw Liu Mo, he charged at Liu Mo with a gun and a horse with full murderous intent.
Liu Mo mustered up his courage and raised his steel sword "Oath" to face the enemy.
With a sound of "Cang!", guns and swords clashed, creating dazzling sparks.
With just one blow, Liu Mo felt pain in his wrist like tearing.
This guy's power is too strong!
"Liu Mo, you killed tens of thousands of my Zhou soldiers!" Yang Yizhi screamed, "Go to hell!"
Liu Mo deliberately circled him on horseback, and he followed suit, constantly raising his silver spear to stab his head and chest.
"I'm no match for him at all!" Liu Mo was worried: "Damn it, where did Tang Die go?"
"Die!" Yang Yizhi muttered and launched a fierce attack.
After a few rounds, Liu Mo could barely raise his sword to block in time. After receiving a fierce blow, the "oath" fell to the ground with a clang.
"Die!" Yang Yizhi roared and advanced again, stabbing Liu Mo in the head with a shot that made Liu Mo dizzy.
Then Yang Yizhi withdrew his spear and caused a terrible metal friction on his helmet.
Without giving Liu Mo any chance, he stabbed him with another spear.
The shot was so powerful that there was a sickening collision and he fell from his horse. He didn't remember hitting the ground, but when he looked up, there was only moonlight above.
"It's over!"
He turned over quickly and tried to stand up, but his whole body was shaking with pain, as if the whole world was shaking.
Yang Yizhi, who shot him down, came closer and stood high above him.
"Great Xia Military God Liu Mo," he shouted down in a loud voice, "this time, I will not be merciful to you again!"
Tang Die, where are you? Liu Mo thought to himself, but the words were stuck in his throat. He made a hoarse voice, struggled to his knees, and fumbled randomly for weapons: swords, daggers, anything...
"Now, die!"
The prince of the Zhou Dynasty sat high on an armored war horse. Both the man and the horse looked like giants, and the silver spear shone with a dazzling white light in the moonlight. Liu Mo's hands were numb, his vision was blurred, and the scabbard was actually empty.
When he raised his head, the silver spear was already in front of him.
At the critical moment, Tang Die's cry came.
"Viper, go to hell!"
"簰, 珰, 珰!" A harsh sound of metal clashing came.
Liu Mo struggled to get up and saw that Yang Yizhi was forced off his horse by Tang Die's blow.
Under the moonlight, the duel between the two top masters Tang Die and Yang Yizhi was in full swing.
Tang Die holds a dagger and moves as quickly as a monkey. Her steps are steady and her swordsmanship is superb, which makes people marvel.
"Zheng" sounded again, the gun and sword struck each other, buzzing and shaking, Tang Die's sword flashed brightly, and he passed three more moves.
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two people intertwined like a silent dance.
"Wanhua Palace?" After fighting for more than ten rounds, Yang Yizhi sighed, "Liu Mo, you really spent enough money to hire assassins from Wanhua Palace."
With that said, Yang Yizhi stabbed and retreated, pulling Tang Die's movements.
"It's starting again!" Liu Mo sweated for Tang Die, because he could see that Yang Yizhi had begun to see through her moves.
The next battle was exactly the same as the last battle against Gao Qi.
After the two sides fought for several more rounds.
Yang Yizhi stabbed out with a sudden thrust, and the spear streaked through the air, making a buzzing sound.
This time, he aimed the tip of the spear at Tang Die's chest, and with a "click" sound, he hit the target with one strike.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the spear made a shallow cut on Tang Die's chest, but just this cut was enough to make Tang Die flinch.
As soon as the opponent retreated, Yang Yizhi followed closely behind.
His spear seemed to be alive, constantly drawing arcs in the air. His movements were smooth and graceful, like a dance.
When Yang Yizhi's gun stopped, Tang Die was covered in blood from head to toe.
"Wanhua Palace is nothing more than that!" He smiled contemptuously. "Now, follow your master and die!"
