Invincible son

Chapter 407 406 [Sweep] ([-])
Fang Duanwu, twenty-two in his thirties this year, came from a poor family like Xie Lin.After joining the army for 15 years, he has climbed from an ordinary cavalryman to the position of commander-in-chief, and now he is the most elite armored cavalry in the hands of Xie Lin, which is enough to show the strength of this person.

Whether it is the quality of the mounts or the cavalry of the Ruijin Battalion, it can be called the number one under Xie Lin's command, and the current charge is even more heart-pounding.

On the right side of the battlefield, these armored cavalry lined up about fifty feet wide, and the distance between each cavalry was about five feet. On the premise of maintaining a sufficiently compact formation, a certain amount of space was left at the same time.In the process of running at high speed, this distance has not changed much, and a strict formation has always been maintained.

Looking down from above, the charge of the Ruijin Battalion was like a thick iron curtain moving across the plain.

In contrast, Zang Fengwei was like a tempered steel knife, the tip of which was Pei Yue and his veterans who had participated in all the previous battles with him.

As the two sides got closer and closer, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and only the muffled thunder of galloping horses could be heard.

Pei Yue raised the long knife in his hand and fixed his eyes on Fang Duanwu who was also rushing forward.

"kill!"

Chen Xianda let out a roar, and swept the oncoming Western Wu cavalry with the plain knife in his hand, and the speed of the mount under his crotch did not stagnate at all.

This is a face-to-face fight without any room for retreat, and it is also a proving ground for truly testing the strength of Tibetan front guards.

Fang Duanwu's weapon is a long spear. His martial arts cultivation is not top-notch, but he has rich experience in fighting.After studying Zang Fengwei's previous battles in detail, he knew very well that the young man on the opposite side was best at taking the lead, and Pei Yue's forte was to kill the general and capture the flag.After all, in the war of this era, the death of the main general will have an incalculable impact on the entire army, and the cavalry duel must be brave.

The distance between the two is only more than ten feet, almost in the blink of an eye.

A stern look flashed in Fang Duanwu's eyes, and the spear suddenly stabbed out, but the target was not Pei Yue on the horse, but the war horse in front of him!

The so-called capturing a thief first captures the king, and shooting a man first shoots a horse, of course he knows this truth.

In such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, if a cavalry fell from his horse, unless he could grab a mount in a very short period of time, he would definitely become the target of siege by others.

At this time, Pei Yue's eyes were fixed, and his left hand suddenly reined in the reins. The precious horse sent by Peicheng had stopped the forward speed very spiritually. After a few hits, he narrowly escaped Fang Duanwu's shot.

Without any hesitation, Pei Yue grabbed the saddle with his left hand, jumped down from the right side with a very vigorous body, and swept the long knife in his right hand towards the ground.

The mount under Fang Duanwu's crotch let out a mournful cry, and his huge body fell to the ground with a crash, and the ground under it was already stained red with blood.

Pei Yue cut off the horse's right front hoof with this knife.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Duanwu let go of the stirrup, jumped backwards when there was no time, then fell to the ground, and stood up almost rolling and crawling.

During this time, Pei Yue had mounted his horse again, fixed his eyes on Fang Duanwu, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and rushed towards the enemy a few meters away.

Fang Duanwu quickly dodged to the side, and a soldier jumped off the horse and shouted angrily, "My lord, get on the horse!"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Yue slashed his throat.

Fang Duanwu was furious at this moment, he flew onto his horse with his left foot on the ground, and was about to fight to the death with Pei Yue, but he didn't expect this young man to leave him and continue to slash forward!

Led by the extremely sharp tip at the front, the steel knife of Zang Fengwei inserted straight and decisively into the iron curtain!
Blood is shedding, vitality is passing, and under the light of the late autumn sun, the murderous intent in everyone's heart is enough to pierce the cold wave that hits from the north.

Holding the general flag tightly, Jia Cheng, under the protection of Pei Yue's personal soldiers, followed the young lord's back, all the way west.His whole body was trembling, but his hands were exceptionally stable, and the banner stood upright in his hands, showing no sign of falling down.Although he is not qualified to join the Vanguard Army, this young scholar from the frontier is very clear about his role.

As long as this flag does not fall, all the soldiers of Zangfengwei will know which direction they should head.

Pei Yue kept swinging his long knife, and anyone who stood in front of him would have only one word of death.

The Iron Curtain of the Ruijin Battalion was split in two, and then they quickly attacked the middle.Although Fang Duanwu was a little ashamed when facing Pei Yue, after all, he was not a son of the rich and powerful who had never experienced setbacks. After seeing the battlefield situation clearly, he immediately ordered his subordinates to besiege.

5000 people want to surround 500 people. This seems to be an impossible task, but Fang Duanwu has such confidence in Ruijinying.

"My lord, be careful!"

Fu Hongzhi roared at the rear, picked up the long sword hanging on the horse's belly, and threw it forward.

That sword was a gift from his father, who had buried his head in a pile of old papers all his life when he left home.Although the old master did not agree with Fu Hongzhi's decision, when his beloved son left, he still walked out of the library at home and gave Fu Hongzhi the sword left by his ancestor.

Fu Hongzhi never said anything, but he always carried this sword with him wherever he went.

However, on the extremely dangerous battlefield at this moment, he threw out the sword without hesitation, and didn't care whether he would lose the treasure passed down by his father.

When Pei Yue heard Fu Hongzhi's reminder, he subconsciously turned his body to the right, and a spear passed through his armpit very sinisterly, almost stabbing him in the chest.Immediately afterwards, the long sword flying from behind plunged straight into the attacker's throat, bringing him directly off the horse.

Pei Yue glanced at the sword, then turned to look at Fu Hongzhi, who smiled freely.

Pei Yue didn't say much, looked at Jia Cheng behind and said, "Follow closely!"

"Yes!"

Jia Cheng puffed out his chest and answered loudly.

Zang Fengwei suddenly accelerated!
At this time, they had rushed to the middle of the Ruijin Camp formation, but instead of forcibly piercing through it as Fang Duanwu thought, they turned their heads and rushed towards the north.Fang Duanwu was caught off guard by this change, because he had studied the style of Tibetan front guards before, and knew that this cavalry favorite was to forcefully charge and then run repeatedly. It has been like this since the first appearance outside Linqing County.

So this time he stationed a large number of troops in the rear and deliberately let go of his pockets in the front to let the Tibetan Front Guards sneak in.

But he didn't expect Pei Yue to play cards against common sense, resolutely abandon the previous fighting style, and play a sudden change of direction in the thick iron curtain of Ruijin Camp!
The troops on the right wing of Ruijin Battalion were not strong, at least they couldn't stop the Tibetan front guard with Pei Yue as the core.

The situation suddenly changed, and before Fang Duanwu could react, Zang Fengwei made a gap and walked away!

(End of this chapter)