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Chapter 3040 Destruction Of The Black Scale War Rider
Above the valley, horns and horns sounded everywhere.

Thirty miles away from the valley, the rebel army quickly spread rows of barbed horse-repelling posts on the ground.

These horse-rejection posts are densely arranged and extend for more than ten miles.

After the black-scale warhorse came over, it quickly ran into it with the barbarian cavalry.

The galloping speed was immediately slowed down.

The horn of the general attack was blown immediately, and the third wave of 40 scythe soldiers, as well as [-] strong shield and broadsword soldiers rushed into the canyon.

The hook soldiers rushed to the front, and according to the three-day rehearsal, they slammed one by one at the hooves of the black-scaled horses.

The shield and broadsword soldiers followed behind, and the Beifang soldiers on the horse rolled down one by one, and they immediately went to make up the sword.

In the narrow valley, five or six million soldiers and horses gathered at one time.

The black-scaled cavalry, who wanted to break out of the valley in a hurry, got into a complete melee with these soldiers and horses.

With the support of archers from high places, the hook soldiers, pike soldiers, shield soldiers, and archers work together on the upper and lower levels.

The black-scale warhorse and the wild cavalry on its back quickly fell into despair. The horse's hooves without scales were no different from ordinary warhorses.

The hooking spear stretched down, pulled, and pulled, and the horse's hoof puffed, puffed, puffed, and was cut in half by the sharp sickle.

Black blood spurted from the horse's hooves, and there was a burst of screams and wailing, instantly laying down a lot of war horses in the valley.

The Wuzhilieti scimitar kept chopping down one by one of the hook soldiers to the ground, and the black full moon black knife was covered with blood.

Han Shizhong saw his brothers die tragically under the sword one by one, he roared angrily, and took advantage of the confusion to touch the back of Urilie's war horse.

The hooked sickle spear suddenly stretched out, and with a puff, it cut the hind hoof of Urilie's war horse in half.

Urilie's war horse squatted down and threw him off the horse.

"Horse!"

Wu Rilie screamed wildly, staring at Han Shizhong, his eyes burst into flames, "You dare to hurt my horse!"

The scimitar in his hand was swung out, circling around to grab Han Shizhong's head.

Han Shizhong raised his spear and slammed forward. The scimitar was sharp and cut his long spear in half with a puff.

"My life is over!"

Han Shizhong's eyes widened in despair, as if the corpse was about to be separated.

At this time, a Wujin broadsword flashed in front of his eyes, and smashed together with Wu Rilie's machete with a bang.

As soon as the saber qi rushed, the sharp wind slashed Han Shizhong's face.

Wu Rilie raised his hand and took the knife back, staring at the Song man holding a big knife, he was so angry that he choked out, "It's you again!"

The man raised his knife and shouted coldly, "Yan Yun Iron Rider Yang Zhi, I'm here to meet you today!"

The two did not decide the winner in Xiaowangzhuang that day, and Wu Rilie left with a large army plan to break through.

This time, Yang Zhi specifically found him.

The saber he used was a treasured saber handed down from the Yang family, and it was also forged from Tianwai Shentie.

The edge of the blade is pressing, cutting iron like mud, blowing hair can be broken.

Han Shizhong was frightened behind and froze in place, stammering, "Thank you, General, for saving your life."

Yang Zhi ordered, "Take up your swords and go over there to kill the enemy!"

Han Shizhong nodded again and again, raised his broken hook and sickle spear, and rushed into the battle circle like a stick.

Seeing his black-scale cavalry being strangled one by one by the Song army, Wu Rilie hissed with despair, "Cunning and treacherous Song people, I will kill you."

He swung the scimitar, wore a wolf-shaped dharma on his head, and swallowed mountains and rivers with one blow, like a black crescent moon slashing down on Yang Zhi.

As soon as the saber energy sank, the heavy snow that was pressed on all sides dispersed.

Yang Zhi stood in the wind and snow, with a green-faced lion flying up into the sky above his head, and he raised a long knife in his hand.

The sword and the black scimitar collided violently, the ground sank and there was a bang.

The land with a radius of more than ten meters fell, and the snow was swept into the air like wind and sand.

Among the white snowflakes, both Yang Zhi and Wu Rilie couldn't see clearly.

The two of them clashed with each other inside, and they fought more than a dozen moves in an instant, and there were jagged gaps in the blades of the slashing hands.

On the high ground beside him, Wu Yong stood with Han Tao and Peng Qi, waving his fan.

He looked at Wu Rilie and said in admiration, "This man is indeed the number one warrior of Beiliu, and he even fought with General Yang evenly."

Han Tao and Peng Qi used to think that they were brave champions of the three armies, but now they saw such a ferocious battle scene, they didn't dare to go up to support them.

The energy of these two sabers is overflowing, and the radius of more than ten meters is full of saber lights.

Where the saber qi passes by, not a single blade of grass grows.

The horse-rejecting post was chopped into pieces, and even the stone walls of the two valleys were cracked by the knife energy, and pieces of gravel and dregs were continuously splashed out.

Wu Yong found the right opportunity and said softly, "Let me help General Yang!"

The fan of five fires and seven birds in his hand flashed suddenly, and a flame of seven colors was like a long dragon, swirling towards Urilie.

This precious fan is a treasure personally refined by Wu Yong's master, Long Fei.

Wu Rilie was entangled with Yang Zhi, caught off guard, and was suddenly engulfed in the flame.

The wolf form on his body opened his mouth violently, with a move of Heavenly Wolf swallowing the moon, trying to swallow all the flames.

Who knows, this flame is overbearing.

His Sirius Dharma Aspect just swallowed a mouthful, howled in the air, and exploded suddenly.

Wu Rilie's body was shaken by the huge impact, and his whole body was blasted out with bloody mist.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yang Zhi slashed at his neck with the big knife.

The sharp blade slashed across Urilie's neck with a puff, and blood spurted out, instantly cutting his body in half.

Wu Rilie's body was completely blackened by the fire, but the wolf's flesh and blood was not completely wiped out.

His eyes didn't close in resentment, still staring like copper bells.

Yang Zhi sighed a little unsatisfactorily, and asked Wu Yong to help, winning is always so disgraceful.

Once Wu Rilie died, one hundred thousand black-scale cavalry also went to strangers.

During the fight, only Duo Lun broke out from behind with thousands of people.

Others either died under the artillery or under the arrow feathers.

Those who survived by luck, in the third attack of the rebel army, with an absolute number of 50 soldiers and horses, the Liao army was wiped out in the valley.

In order to avoid the arrival of Liaoren's reinforcements, Han Tao and Peng Qi asked people to clean up the battlefield immediately.

Those black-scale warhorses that had lost their horseshoes were all repaired with a knife from the horse's mouth.

All the horses without wounds were taken away, and they withdrew to Daming Mansion together with the 50 army.

The Bei Liao army far away in Tanzhou City was having barbecue and drinking, enjoying their spoils.

The generals from all walks of life originally received the task of sending people to patrol around the Daming Mansion to stop the Song Army coming out of the city.

But Song Jun left the city ahead of time, paralyzing them.

They also have their own thoughts, worrying that Wu Rilie really came back from Bazhoucheng to hide the grain and grass of millions of people, and then they will share the credit.

Therefore, no one really helped Wu Rilie with the positive and negative cooperation.

Duo Lun took thousands of cavalry and did not rush back until after dark.

Along the way, the soldiers in the city stopped to look at each other. Seeing them rushing into the city covered in blood, they all looked astonished, not knowing what had happened.

The generals from all walks of life secretly thought that something was wrong, and rushed to the camp immediately after receiving the news.

When they arrived, there was already a lot of crying inside, "Your Majesty, you must avenge the great general!"

(End of this chapter)