The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The wind was howling, and scattered raindrops were falling. Hong Lun's Chinese-character face was already covered with rainwater, but he had no time to wipe it off at this moment.

What echoed in my ears was the sound of a horn that sounded like a wolf howling.

It had been some time since he had been up the mountain. Hong Lun was always paying attention to the movements in the mountain, and also asked his soldiers to observe the movements at all times to prevent enemy attacks.

And sure enough, when they arrived, the soldiers in front had already discovered traces of the enemy.

Hong Lun made a decisive decision and immediately ordered the entire army to charge up and down, vowing to defeat the enemy forces in front!

The huge casualties they suffered at the foot of the mountain must be repaid at this moment!

"kill!"

At this moment, accompanied by the shouts of charging into the battle, Hong Lun held a long knife and galloped away on horseback!

"Kill them!!"

With a roar, he kicked the horse's belly and sped up.

The surrounding soldiers' faces turned red, veins popped out in their necks, and they roared and charged forward!

On the opposite side, a group of soldiers and horses had been waiting for a long time. At this moment, the two armies met, and the general shouted with a stern face:

"kill!"

Give an order.

The earth trembled, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing seemed to roll in with reverberating waves of anger, which was horrifying!

"Sususu!"

The horses were galloping, and the soldiers on the horses were holding crossbows and plucked the bow strings. The next moment, dense crossbow arrows were shot forward!

Flying arrows came like rain, and fell into the barbarian army almost in the blink of an eye!

But this did not stop the momentum of their attack. Those with shields set up shields, and those without shields waved their weapons and tried their best to block these crossbow arrows!

There were also those fierce barbarian soldiers who were not afraid of death, galloping forward on their horses, roaring with ferocious expressions!

The barbarians are never afraid on the battlefield. On the contrary, it is this bloody battlefield that inspires their bloody nature.

But, this doesn't change anything.

Arrows like a rainstorm flew through the armor and uniforms, and splashes of blood were thrown in the air. The soldiers rolled to the ground and let out heart-wrenching screams.

But no matter how heavy the casualties are, it still can't stop the momentum of the attack!

After a while, as the distance got closer, the head-on fight began!

Pairs of blood-red eyes flashed with hatred on their ferocious faces. The soldiers clashed with each other, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and heads rolling down.

The one who rode first, with saffron tabards flying behind him, the silver spear in his hand was like a silver lightning bolt, and as it swept across, the weapons of the barbarian soldiers who faced him with knives were broken!

The broken blade flew out, the tiger's mouth cracked, and before the remaining power of the gun was exhausted, it hit them hard on the waist and chest, knocking them down!

In a matter of moments, that knight had killed several people in a row!

Everyone was frightened by the coming general's bravery, and the timid ones had panic expressions on their faces and did not dare to fight with him.

Hong Lun looked solemn, held a long knife in his hand, and shouted loudly towards the front:

"Come and tell me your name. I, Hong Lun, will not kill nameless ghosts!"

The general looked solemn, galloped on his horse, and shouted loudly:

"I am Wang Ping!"

Wang Ping, like Zhang Yi, is an unworthy commander of the flying army!

It's just that he was the first commander-in-chief of Wudang Feijun when it was founded, and Zhang Yi was the last.

The useless flying army that Wang Ping is leading now is a master of mountain warfare, and is extremely good at defensive operations.

Now the barbarian army has experienced a battle and bombardment at the foot of the mountain, causing heavy casualties. The remaining soldiers and horses are all remnants. To deal with them, it is no problem to take the initiative to attack.

At this moment, Hong Lun saw how brave Wang Ping was, and immediately roared and rode his horse forward to fight with him.

"Death!"

With a loud shout, Hong Lun showed an angry look on his face, holding a long knife and slashing towards Wang Ping!

Wang Ping's expression darkened, and without giving in at all, he shot towards the blade!

"Zheng" sound!

The soldiers clashed, and there was a loud roar. The two faced each other tit for tat, and neither of them gave an inch.

Hong Lun gritted his teeth, shouted loudly, and pressed the knife edge down.

Wang Ping snorted coldly, raised his gun and moved it down, and then stabbed out several shots in succession with lightning speed.

The long knife in Hong Lun's hand was heavy, and the previous strong pressure caused his body to lean forward. At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly released his strength, and he lost half of his breath time because of his unpreparedness.

When he was about to change his moves, he saw several cold rays of light coming from him. He felt nervous and turned around hastily.

"昘昘!"

But unexpectedly, the spear stabbed faster and faster!

Up or down, left or right, when the sound of breaking wind sounded, the cold light was already in front of me.

The sharp spear points are all directed towards the face or throat, and the ones that come are quick!

Sporadic raindrops were still falling, and the spear was faster than the falling raindrops. It stabbed out one after another, and the agitated rainwater dispersed, splashing Honglun's head and face.

At this moment, Hong Lun was already wet.

The scattered black hair was close to his forehead, but it was quickly thrown up again, because Hong Lun was dodging left and right, but under this kind of attack, Hong Lun couldn't even lift the knife.

Knowing that he would be shot to the throat if he continued like this, Hong Lun pushed his knees hard. The horse was in pain and immediately fell to its knees as soon as its front hooves softened.

This sudden change caused Hong Lun to lower his body. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he rolled to the ground. At the same time, the long blade suddenly swept towards the crotch of Wang Ping's horse!

"hiss--"

The war horse let out a cry, a pair of front hooves were swept off by a sharp blade, and fell to the ground with a "boom".

Wang Ping, who was on horseback, looked furious. He stepped on the wet ground and raised his hand to stab Hong Lun, who had not yet fully stood up.

Hong Lun swung out a knife as soon as he landed. He wanted to stand up and distance himself immediately, but his landing posture was too forced. He saw the spear coming before he could get up.

In the flash of lightning, Hong Lun managed to hold up his long knife and stand in front of him.

But even so, there was only a "pop" sound, and the extremely sharp tip of the spear pierced into his right arm next to the blade!

The moment it penetrated, Wang Ping's wrist shook, and the tip of the spear twisted in Hong Lun's right arm!

Then, the flesh and blood turned over, blood mixed with the minced meat spilled out, and even the arm bone was broken!

"what!"

Such severe pain made Hong Lun, a veteran with a strong heart, cry out in pain.

The long knife in his right hand could not be lifted at this moment.

With a "bang" sound, the long knife fell to the ground and fell into the mud.

At the same time, several raindrops splashed on Hong Lun's pale cheeks.

Hong Lun's eyes turned and his pupils narrowed.

It was the spear that cut through the sky, the turbulent rain splashing in all directions, and the cold light that pierced his face!

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There was a "clang" sound.

The two spears were like needlepoints facing each other, shooting out in the rain!

In a few breaths, more than a dozen moves had been passed.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Wu Shuang's pale face showed a little blood, which was caused by his cheek being cut by the spear earlier.

If he hadn't been immersed in marksmanship for several years, the enemy general would have killed him with just one shot!

The enemy general named Zhang Yi was extremely skilled in martial arts, and every spear thrust was so fast and fierce that he did not dare to be careless at all and had to concentrate fully to fight with him.

However, the situation around him had made Wu Shuang's heart drop to the bottom, and even the gun thrust out of his hand felt a little sluggish.

A moment ago, he encountered an incompetent flying army led by a general named Zhang Yi in this mountain.

This army, Wu Shuang had to sigh in his heart, was really powerful and one of the best!