Murong Lin's face changed slightly. He raised his right hand and stopped his horse. The more than 300 horsemen behind him slowly stopped at the rear. The more than 100 horsemen turned to the side of the Jin army's infantry formation. , bows and arrows on alert, while the rest spread out their formation, ready to attack the red Jin cavalry a hundred steps away, or to prepare for their attack. After all, this is An elite soldier that can be seen with the naked eye, whose combat power is obviously much stronger than the Su Guard cavalry just now.
The red-armored cavalry commander on the opposite side rode forward and took more than twenty steps into the formation. Murong Lin was not to be outdone and took more than ten steps forward. The two cavalrymen stopped about seventy steps away. Murong Lin said in a deep voice: "Tell me the name of whoever is coming. I, the Crown Prince of Beihai, Murong Linshan, will not kill unknown people!"
The red-armored cavalry general laughed: "So you are Murong Lin, the prince of Beihai, a famous and fierce general among all the armored cavalrymen, so you are it?"
Murong Lin patted his breastplate proudly: "Since you know my reputation, you still dare to come and die? Since I broke out from Beicheng today, people have killed people, and Buddhas have died in my hands... "
The red-armored cavalry officer interrupted him: "Okay, you're crazy!"
Murong Lin waved his hand impatiently: "No, I haven't killed enough yet. I've only attacked half of the west city. It's still early. I want to..."
The red-armored cavalryman held out the index finger of his right hand contemptuously and shook it: "No, I mean, you are completely crazy! From now on, neither you nor your men can take another step forward!"
A trace of surprise first flashed across Murong Lin's face, and then turned into outright anger. He gritted his teeth and shouted sternly: "Boy (from the stranger's voice, he could tell that this was probably a man in his early twenties). (young man), are you impatient with life? Tell me your name, I said, my men will not kill unknown people!"
The red-armored cavalry general said coldly: "My surname is Liu, my name is Rongzu, Rongzu Rongzu. I want to use my military exploits to bring glory to the ancestors of my Liu family. I have to remember this name well. When I meet the Lord of Hell, , don’t give the wrong name!”
Murong Lin sneered and said: "Liu Rongzu? You've never heard of it. Judging from the good equipment of your army, I think you're just a young man from a noble family, just making some showpieces. I'm warning you for the last time, get away now. Don't give away this life in vain and let your mother cry at home."
Liu Rongzu slowly took off his mask, revealing the face of a twenty-three or four-year-old young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His facial features were regular and his complexion was the same color as his skin, which was a healthy bronze color. The apple muscles were particularly obvious. Under his right eye, a red mole the size of a mung bean was beating slightly with his words, but it was vague, giving people an invisible pressure.
Liu Rongzu looked at Murong Lin with a murderous look in his eyes, and said: "Murong Lin, remember this face clearly, just like you remember this name clearly. When you get in front of the Lord of Hell, don't forget it?!"
Murong Lin gritted his teeth: "Arrogant boy, I will send you to see the King of Hell right now!"
As he spoke, he mentioned the horse and was about to step forward. A rough voice came from behind him: "Your Majesty, why do you need to do it yourself for such a little thief? I will take off his head now!"
When Murong Lin turned around, he saw a tall man over eight feet tall, with a sinewy face, heavy armor, and carrying a heavy mace. He stepped out of the queue. He was the member of the National Armored Cavalry, who was famous for its bravery. Right, Mahmoud.
Murong Lin nodded: "Be careful, this person dares to be so arrogant, he must have some skills, don't underestimate the enemy. Also, beware of someone in the formation behind him secretly casting cold arrows."
Mahamod laughed: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, my old horse has killed countless enemies in his life. This guy is still a Wu'er. Horse fighting is not their forte. Even though he is big, I think the armor is probably jerry-rigged." Yes, he looks a little buoyant. If I send him back to his hometown now and seize the bird flag in their formation, then you, Prince, take advantage of the situation and rush to kill us, we can drive these rout cavalry and run rampant across the entire battlefield!"
Murong Lin smiled and patted Mahmoud on the shoulder: "You are really a fucking talent. I just like your fighting style. Go ahead and kill this kid and seize their flag. The words on the flag It says, honor belongs to the ancestors, so send this kid to meet his ancestors!”
Mahamod carelessly held the mace upside down and came out, straight out of the formation, galloped to a place thirty steps away from Liu Rongzu, and shouted disdainfully: "Boy, grandpa is a member of the 11th Cavalry Team under the King of the North Sea." That’s right, Mahmoud is right. If you know the truth, if you dismount from your horse and kowtow three times to remember your youth, your life may be spared!”
Liu Rongzu's face was expressionless, and he didn't even look at Mahmoud. His eyes were still staring at Murong Lin in the distance, and there was no emotion in his tone: "You are not worthy of fighting me. I will call you when I go back." The young master of the family has come to receive death."
Mahamod's eyebrows were all wild, and he pulled his face down. The mace in his hand was circling above his head like a whirlwind, and he roared along with it: "Boy, you are so brave. I dare to look down on you, Mr. Ma, but now, watch out, this is the Wolf Fang Fengfeng Stick Technique, let you see what real martial arts is!"
While wielding the mace, he roared: "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, front, front, back..."
With every sound he made, the mace would dance into a stick flower at the corresponding position. The sand on the ground would be rolled up with the fierce wind of the stick, shrouding his horse, and an invisible air flow seemed to form. Thanks to his magical body-protecting skills, this thirty-kilogram mace seemed to be as light as a twig in his hand. Even the armored cavalry behind him couldn't help but cheer in unison. : "What a great idea!"
Liu Rongzu, however, quietly reined in his horse, held Fang Tian's painted halberd upside down, and stood motionless. He didn't even bother to look at Mahmoud, and still just looked at Murong Lin.
Mahmoud became even more angry and shouted: "Boy, are you afraid? Don't you dare to see what I do?"
Liu Rongzu said coldly: "A clown who looks like a monkey is swinging a stick on a horse. Are you fighting against the dust on the ground?"
Mahmoud laughed: "Boy, what are you so crazy about? Even the strong wind created by grandpa's dance is enough to knock you off your horse. Grandpa is here to kill you now. Let's see if you can resist it!"
As he spoke, a roar turned into two hands holding sticks, and the mace seemed to turn into a helicopter propeller. Even people dozens of steps away could feel the blow in their faces. A strong wind is coming.
