Volume 10, Chapter 804
~Date:~November 09~
Ma Ran's cultivation is indeed not weak, and Zhan Hu's cultivation is the worst among the four fierce generals of Feng Kingdom. He has never relied on his spiritual martial arts to win on the battlefield, but on his body that no one can match. Brute force txt download.
The two were of equal strength. The released Ling Luan Ji and Cross Slash Ji were locked in a fight. Seeing that Ling Wu couldn't defeat his opponent, Zhan Hu didn't care. He picked up the spirit hammer and rushed towards Ma Ran again, fighting with him. He does close combat.
Ma Ran's cultivation was no worse than Zhan Hu's, but his strength and fighting skills were far behind. After only two rounds of fighting with Zhan Hu, the spiritual sword in his hand collided with Zhan Hu's giant hammer. I felt like half of my body was numb, and the knife in my hand almost flew away.
He was horrified, so he could only repeat his old tricks and retreat again, trying to distance the two sides.
It’s just that Zhan Hu didn’t give him a chance this time. Although Zhan Hu was tall and strong, he looked like a bear that had become a spirit, but his movements were not cumbersome at all, and he was even more flexible than an able-bodied person.
The horse retreated quickly, but Zhan Hu approached even faster. With a few strides, he was already in front of Ma Ran. The spirit hammer stabbed forward and hit Ma Ran hard in the chest. Ma Ran was startled and said to himself that it was so fast. He didn't dare to resist his confusion, lowered his head and bent down to dodge.
sand! The spirit hammer passed over his head, but before he could stand up, Zhan Hu's arm suddenly pressed down, the spirit hammer changed direction, and struck down hard from top to bottom.
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Ma Ran screamed in his heart, and for a moment, cold sweat broke out. Before he could think about it carefully, he fell to the ground and rolled sideways with all his strength. The blow was not heavy, Zhan Hu did not pause, he stepped forward again, and was still hit hard by the wheel hammer. Ma Ran didn't even have time to get up from the ground. The victim continued to roll helplessly on the ground, dodging the opponent's attacks.
Ma Ran, who was so powerful in Anguo and rarely encountered opponents, was rolled all over the ground by Zhan Hu. He was in a state of disgrace and embarrassment. He continued to dodge Zhan Hu's five heavy hammers. At this time, even Ma Ran himself felt a little He couldn't save face anymore, and his physical strength was limited. Rolling around like this, he would be exhausted to death.
When Zhan Hu's sixth hammer came down again, Ma Ran gritted his teeth and stopped dodging. He lay flat on the ground, bowed his waist, used all his strength, held the knife with both hands, and raised it high, ready to catch Zhan Hu's blow head-on. One hammer.
Zhan Hu is not a simple-minded person. He saw that the opponent was flexible in dodging and did not use all his strength every time he struck out the hammer. Now that he saw that the opponent did not dodge and wanted to catch his hammer forcefully, he secretly laughed in his heart and wanted to die. Originally, he only wanted to kill himself. The 50% of the force used was also increased to 120%, and he smashed down fiercely.
A loud bang was heard in the helix of the ear. The sound was so loud that the soldiers on both sides around them felt their ears buzzing, and then they could no longer hear anything.
The spirit hammer hit Ma Ran's knife shaft without any deviation. The powerful force made Ma Ran feel like he was not receiving a weapon, but as if he was receiving a collapsed mountain.
After the sound of iron tools colliding, there was a loud roar, and the ground beneath Ma Ran suddenly collapsed, creating a large deep pit.
Looking at Ma Ran again, he was lying at the bottom of the pit, with both arms broken. Even the thick white bones penetrated the flesh and armor and came out of the body. The spiritual knife that was originally raised was also knocked down by the giant hammer and slapped on his face. At the door, the latter didn't even say a word, his head was directly crushed by the knife pole, and his white brains splattered all over the ground.
Zhan Hu struck a heavy hammer with all his strength, and even though Ma Ran tried to parry with his sword, he was still crushed to death by its incomparable force. His death was so tragic that no one could bear to witness it.
There was silence on the battlefield at first. After a moment, the Anjun camp suddenly seemed to explode. People screamed and fled in all directions.
"General Ma Ran was killed——"
"General Ma Ran was killed by an enemy general. Brothers, run away——"
This time, not only Anjun's front army was in chaos, but also the 20,000 Chinese troops brought by Ma Ran were also in chaos.
The people behind are still running forward, while the people in front are fleeing backward. There is no overall command and mobilization. Sergeant An's soldiers are colliding with each other and trampling on each other. Looking from a distance, there is no camp at all. It's like a pile of loose sand that people have turned over with their backs on their backs.
Now Li Deke was a little dumbfounded. The enemy's front army obviously only had 20,000 people. It was enough that our own 50,000 front troops couldn't resist it. But after sending another 20,000 reinforcements, they still couldn't resist it. On the contrary, General Ma Ran was beheaded by an enemy general again. How could we fight this battle?
Misfortunes never come singly ↓ When Li De was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to do, security troops suddenly came to report, and his two wings were attacked by wind troops.
Li De's heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked to the east and west, right? The two wings of the Feng Army had already advanced to both sides of his own central army, forming a pincer attack on the central army. The An Army's central army could not withstand the attack of the Pingyuan Army at all. The soldiers below either died tragically under the sword of the Feng Army, or ran back in groups.
Now, the An army is surrounded by enemies on three sides and cannot withstand the front. The situation on both wings is even more precarious. The overall formation of the entire army has been suppressed and deformed. It is no longer a front-line formation, but more like a twisting water snake. Array'.
At this point in the battle, Li De could no longer keep his composure. He stood on the chariot, holding on to the railings, looking around with panic on his face. He had no idea how to deal with the situation in front of him. The military tactics he had learned in books before None of the tactics were of use now, and big beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks. He stammered and murmured: "This... what should I do?"
Li De, the commander-in-chief, was so panicked, and the emotions of the generals below could be imagined. Many of the generals were at a loss, and everyone was in danger. Even the horses under them were restless and agitated, kicking the ground with their hooves.
Jiang Shaozhi looked at the generals on his left and right, and then looked up at Li De on the car. He sighed secretly in his heart. How could the Feng Army dare to take the initiative to meet his 200,000 troops with more than 70,000 people? They came unprepared?
Looking at the battle between the two sides, whether it is the ability of individual soldiers or the overall coordination, the gap between our side and the Feng Army is not only one or two levels. Even if there are more people, I am afraid they are not the opponent of the Feng Army.
This battle can't be fought any longer. If it is delayed, no one will be able to escape, and the whole army will have to explain
Here! Thinking of this, Jiang Shaozhi bowed to Li De and said: "General, the enemy is strong and we are weak. In this battle, our army...our army should retreat temporarily and avoid the enemy's sharp edge before making plans!" He wanted to say that our army was doomed to fail and run away quickly, but when he thought of Li De's temper, he had to say it more tactfully.
Before the battle, Jiang Shaozhi only said that the Feng Army was strong, and was scolded by Li De. Now he said he wanted to retreat, not only did he not attract Li De's scolding, but the latter nodded and responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, the Feng Army is strong, and it is best for our army to avoid it first!" As he said this, he immediately shouted to the messengers beside the chariot: "Quick! Go and pass the order, the whole army retreat, don't fight with the Feng Army anymore!"
Hearing this, the messengers dispersed and passed Li De's military order to each corps.
Soon, the drumbeats in the An army camp disappeared, replaced by continuous gong sounds, dangdangdang, the harsh gong sounds came and went, and they kept ringing.
When the drumbeats were beating, the An army was no match for the Pingyuan army. Now that the gongs were beating, the whole army had to retreat, and they could not withstand the advance of the Feng army.
Li De didn't care about the lives of his soldiers at all. He hurriedly ordered the driver to turn around and retreat in the chariot first.
As soon as he ran, the An generals and guards around him also ran.
They were all cavalry, especially the chariot that Li De was sitting in. There were eight horses in front, and the speed was very fast. How could the retreating rear army be faster than them? Such a large group of cavalry rushed into the rear army, and countless An soldiers were killed or injured, and the screams were continuous.
They had just passed through the rear army, and looked forward, only to see that a Feng army of about 10,000 people had circled behind the An army at some point and blocked the An army's retreat.
Li De saw it clearly, and his head buzzed. He shouted to the generals on both sides of the carriage: "Charge over, open a bloody path for me, charge out!"
The generals had no choice but to speed up their horses and charge towards the Feng Army square formation in front of them.
Before they could rush to the front, the Feng Army's arrow formation came first, with dense arrows coming towards them, and there were countless crossbow arrows from the Pojun crossbow.
The power of the Pojun crossbow lies in its ease of carrying. It is far less huge than a catapult. It is mixed in the army without showing its presence. It is not visible from the outside. Once a battle is fought, the Pojun crossbow is pushed out from the crowd, and the lethality it produces is beyond imagination.
The crossbow arrows of the Pojun crossbow fly out and hit the horse's neck or head, which can directly penetrate it. Even if the person sitting behind is a spiritual cultivator wearing spiritual armor, he will not be spared. No matter how solid the spiritual armor is, it will become vulnerable in front of the Pojun crossbow, and the person, horse and spiritual armor will be shot through together.
Before many An generals and guards rushed to the front of the Feng army, hundreds of people died in the arrow formation and the Pojun crossbow, including more than ten An generals.
Li De on the chariot was almost shot by the Pojun crossbow, but fortunately he reacted quickly and crouched down in time. The crossbow arrow brushed his head and shot off the flagpole of the Anguo flag behind him.
Now Li De was really scared by the Pingyuan army. He had never met such a powerful opponent in his life. Of course, this battle was also his first time on the battlefield in his life.
He lay under the car, holding his head with both hands and never stood up again. He could only scream with his eyes closed.
He didn't even know how his chariot rushed out of the Feng Army camp until he heard someone calling him. He slowly opened his eyes. At this time, there was silence all around him. He mustered up his courage and sat up tremblingly, looking outside the chariot. There were only a dozen generals left out of the dozens of them, and only a thousand or so guards left out of the thousands, and all of them were covered in blood. As for the soldiers below, he couldn't see even one of them. There were only a few hundred people around the carriage.