Where military formation cannot be maintained, it becomes a melee.

Ding!

"kill!"

"puff!"

A head flew up.

The barbarian soldiers also had iron weapons. The sword flashed and a Han soldier was left with only a headless body.

"Zhang Silang..."

"Ahhh... Zhang Silang..."

In the melee, a Han soldier suddenly rose up and slashed with his sword. Before the barbarian general who had beheaded the Han soldier had time to react, his head was cut off, and the barbarian soldiers around him were also scratched.

.

The Han soldiers had tears in their eyes and looked like crazy tigers, shouting, "Kill..."

"Boom..."

There was a muffled thunder from the sky.

At some point, the sky began to turn gloomy, and dark clouds gradually accumulated on the horizon.

On a June day, a child's face can change at any time, let alone in Nanzhong in the summer.

The two sides, who were red-eyed, did not notice that a team had quietly gathered not far from them.

"Brother, it's going to rain."

Li Yi looked up at the sky and said.

Feng Yong nodded, looked at Zhao Guang and others who had already put on their armor, walked over and said, "Yiwen, be careful. Remember, you will withdraw immediately when you receive someone, and don't be reluctant to fight.

"

"Brother, I understand."

Zhao Guang, whose whole body was protected by iron armor, had a bright expression on his face, as if he was not going to fight to the death, but to do something very interesting.

Next to him was Wang Xun, who was dressed similarly to him.

Behind the two of them, there were dozens of troops wearing iron armor, holding sabers, waiting to charge.

As for the weapons the barbarians currently have, as long as they are not hit by heavy weapons or lose their strength due to fighting for too long, ordinary barbarians cannot break through their defenses.

Why Fu Qian's father Fu Xu died in a fierce battle is because most of the ancient generals wore iron armor, which could block most weapons.

The only way to hurt them is to find the unprotected areas on their bodies.

For example, face, legs, hands, etc.

The armor that Feng Yong built for them drew on the experience of later generations. In addition to focusing on protecting the chest and back, it also added sleeve armor and leg armor, and the hoods on the head also added hanging ear protection to protect the neck.

If such a tight protection can still be injured by the backward weapons of the barbarians, then it is really unlucky.

The opponent can't hurt them, and the sword in their hands can definitely kill a person's head with one blow.

"Brother, don't worry about us."

Wang Xun next to him said, "Brother, after we charge later, remember to enter the city immediately. Don't delay."

"okay, I get it."

Feng Yong said angrily, thinking that being an assistant is really a weakling, "I won't bother you anymore."

He said and stepped back.

Yang Wanwan followed closely.

Li Yi looked at Feng Yong who was walking behind him, then walked over and whispered a few words to Zhao Guang quietly.

Zhao Guang was stunned after hearing this, "Is that okay?"

Li Yi nodded, turned his head and glanced at Feng Yong, and then affirmed, "Just listen to me later."

Zhao Guang thought for a while and realized that it wouldn't affect anything anyway, so he agreed immediately.

"Brother, let's go."

Li Yi and Yang Wanwan protected Feng Yong and began to lead the militiamen towards the city gate.

Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang for the last time, and saw Zhao Guang taking out a ferocious ghost mask and putting it on his face, drew out his long sword, and shouted loudly, "All troops, charge with me! Kill!"

"kill!"

Zhao Guang, Wang Xun and others rushed towards the battlefield where the fighting was taking place.

Wearing a ghost mask was the inspiration Feng Yong got from Di Qing.

Legend has it that in order to hide the tattoos on his face, Di Qing often wore disheveled hair and a copper mask when he went into battle. Whenever he charged into battle, the enemy was frightened.

Feng Yong felt that Zhao Guang's face was too beautiful and had no deterrent effect on the enemy, so he also suggested that he wear a mask.

Zhao Guangshen thought it was reasonable. From the beginning of the Southern Expedition, he always put on a mask before charging. As expected, many enemies were frightened.

What made him fall in love with this ghost mask even more.

As expected of Zhao Yun!

Feng Yong sighed and looked at Zhao Guang's charging back, thinking that he still had the demeanor of a famous general.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the shouts of death began to change. I don’t know who was the leader. The shouts of death began to change into: "The ghost king is coming! The ghost king is coming!"

Then the sound became louder and louder, and the shouts of killing officers from the charging Dudu Mansion gradually turned into: "The Ghost King is coming..."

Feng Yong, who was running towards the city gate, stumbled.

Damn it!

What the hell is this shouting about?

Why are ancient charge slogans so weird?

He looked at Li Yi with confusion. Before he could speak, Li Yi shouted to the surrounding militia, "Quick! Shout!"

Then he shouted, "The Ghost King is coming!"

The people in the militia had already received the order, and now that they heard it had started over there, everyone immediately shouted: "The Ghost King is coming..."

The soldiers who were charging at the front and the militiamen who were following behind and cheering shouted together, and the momentum was extremely loud.

"The Ghost King is coming!"

"The Ghost King is coming!"

"The Ghost King is coming!"

…

It resounded throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.

Feng Yong was shocked and fainted on the spot.

Seeing that everyone was like this, he thought it was the charge slogan of this era, and immediately shouted, "The Ghost King is coming..."

At the same time, I was thinking to myself, Damn, why do I feel so ashamed? The ancients were really bad at it!

Thinking of Zhao Guang's ghost mask, I couldn't help but be surprised. This Zhao Guang, I just suggested that he wear a ghost mask, but I didn't expect that it would only take so long for him to get such a title? How awesome!

The barbarian soldiers who were encircling the Han army did not expect that there were people and horses suddenly rushing from the side. They were caught off guard, and chaos began to form on the outermost perimeter.

The dozens of people led by Zhao Guang at the front rushed into the barbarian soldiers, like an iron brand inserted into solidified ointment, which melted at the touch.

Not to mention the weapons made of bamboo and wood in the hands of the barbarians, even if they were cut with iron weapons, they would not be able to hurt them at all. But with their backhand knife, no matter where they hit, it would go through like a knife chopping vegetables.

The soldiers of the Dudu Mansion who followed them began to widen the gap on both sides.

The barbarian soldiers didn't know what was being shouted at the beginning. After some of them could understand Chinese, or the Han soldiers among them heard it clearly, they looked at Zhao Guang's ferocious ghost mask and were immediately frightened.

Legs feel weak.

Could it be that the legendary man-eating ghost king is really here?

This man is so terrifying, could he be the King of Ghosts?

Didn’t it say that the Ghost King is ten feet tall and has a waist circumference of five feet, and can eat a person in one bite?

Could it be the ghost general under the ghost king?
Chapter completed!