Chapter 1815 (2/2)
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Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing~~~~
The bleak and solemn horn sounded suddenly on the Hongchuan wilderness!
One of Chen Qing, riding a white horse and wearing a Confucian handsome robe, stood in front of the battle. The red dragon flag of the Han Dynasty sounded, and the three armies stood in awe.
Li cunxiao, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and other generals stood in front of the array, as powerful as the gods.
The giant shield and spear stand in a neat manner, the dragon scale and Dark Armor are heavy, and the cavalry guard the flank steadily. The three armies of the Han Dynasty are all clanking iron armor and murderous.
Murong Chui was dressed in a purple Python King's robe and wearing a purple gold helmet. The Beiba gun in his hand was picked up by Zhao Yun and left in the battlefield. At this time, the cold iron long gun in his hand weighed 120 kg. It was made of different iron. It was also extremely cold.
Chen Qingzhi shouted, ”Murong Chui, I think you are also a tiger general. If you surrender to the Han Dynasty at this time, your majesty will have important position. If you resist tenaciously, Yanbei Hongchuan will be the place where you will be buried!”
Murong Chui pointed his long gun at Chen Qingzhi and laughed wildly: ”there are 300000 Black Hawk troops and millions of troops in the Western Wei Dynasty. With tens of thousands of people like you, you dare to speak wildly and retreat quickly. You still have your life. Otherwise, you will raise your troops and kill none of your Han Army!”
”No one left!”
”No one left!”
The Black Hawk soldiers on the field began to beat their chests and roar. Their voice was like a raging tide, with a frightening momentum.
In fact, at this time, the Yanbei Black Eagle army only reached 200000, plus 100000 green camp troops in the Western Wei Dynasty, there were also 300000 people, which was several times that of the Han army.
Chen Qingzhi has absolute confidence in the Han Army and wants to face the battle and completely destroy the morale of Beiyan. Murong Chui is full of confidence?
For Beiyan, the Black Hawk army is just like the Changlin army for the state of Liang.
”Murong Chui, die!”
The army of Beiyan was furious, but it annoyed Flying Tiger General Li cunxiao. He carried Yu Wang Gao and Bi yanlao in one hand. His legs were heavy and his horse's belly was clamped. People and horses were one and rushed out of the battle.
Murong Chui saw that although the Han general had a tiger back and a bear waist, he was not a white horse and a silver gun. Zhao Yun relaxed in his heart and said with a smile: ”but a Mangfu, it's easy to kill you!”
Before he could make a move, one of his subordinates, a tiger general Qiang ran, shouted, ”King Yan's golden body, how can you fight with this reckless man and lose your identity? I see that the last general has taken this man's head!”
This man is Murong shaozong, Murong Chui's brother. He has a yellow beard and red hair, a swertian head and a tiger face. He is nine feet tall, has a thick waist and a round arm. His face is ferocious and ugly, but he has a ferocious deterrent.
”Good! It's more than enough for Shaodi to take the head of this Han dog!”
Murong Chui nodded, holding his shoulders in his hands and watching the play coldly.
Step, step!
The sound of the horse's hooves was so loud that Murong shaozong killed him like a fly.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Li cunxiao's mouth. He didn't say much. He drove the horse to catch up, raised his hand, and slashed the air angrily!
Zheng!
With a blow from King Yu, he split the Murong shaozong off his horse. Bi yanlao was as fast as lightning and made up a knife. The fierce general of Beiyan was killed.,,.