Fang Duanwu, who is twenty-two this year, came from a poor family like Xie Lin. After fifteen years in the army, he rose from an ordinary cavalryman to the position of captain of ten thousand men. Now he is in charge of Xie Lin's most elite armored cavalry. He is enough to

Describe this person's strength.

Ruijin Battalion's quality of mounts and cavalry can be said to be the best under Xie Lin's command, and today's charge makes people's hearts beat wildly.

On the right side of the battlefield, these armored cavalry were lined up about fifty feet wide. The distance between each cavalry was about five feet. On the premise of maintaining a compact enough formation, a certain amount of space was left at the same time. During the high-speed running process

, this distance did not change much, and a strict formation was always maintained.

Viewed from above, Ruijin Battalion's charge was like a thick iron curtain moving across the plain.

In comparison, the Zangfengwei is like a tempered steel knife, with Pei Yue and the veterans who have followed him in all previous wars at the tip.

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

Pei Yue raised the long knife in his hand and stared closely at Fang Duanwu, who was also rushing at the front.

"kill!"

Chen Xianda let out a roar, and swept the oncoming Xiwu cavalry with his sword in his hand. The speed of his mount did not slow down at all.

This is a face-to-face fight with no room for retreat, and it is also a trial ground that truly tests the strength of the Tibetan front guards.

Fang Duanwu's weapon is a spear. His martial arts training is not top-notch, but he has rich fighting experience. After studying the previous battles of Zangfengwei in detail, he knows very well that the young man on the opposite side is best at seizing the advantage and killing.

Capturing the flag by generals was Pei Yue's specialty. After all, in the wars of this era, the death of a general would have an immeasurable impact on the entire army, and cavalry duels must be fought with bravery.

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

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

It is said that to capture the thief first, capture the king, and to shoot the man first, shoot the horse. Of course he knew this truth.

On such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, if a cavalryman falls off his horse, he will inevitably become the target of siege unless he can capture a mount in a very short period of time.

At this moment, Pei Yue's eyes narrowed and he suddenly tightened the reins with his left hand. The precious colt sent by Pei Cheng was very smart and forcibly stopped its forward speed. It raised its front hooves high and stepped on it in the air.

After a few hits, he managed to dodge Fang Duanwu's shot with great difficulty.

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

The mount under Fang Duanwu's crotch let out a mournful scream, and its huge body fell to the ground. The blood under it had stained the ground red.

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

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fang Duanwu let go of his stirrup, and at the last moment he jumped up backwards, then fell to the ground, almost rolling and crawling to his feet.

At this time, Pei Yue had remounted his horse, his eyes fixed on Fang Duanwu, his legs suddenly clamped on the horse's belly, and he rushed towards the enemy a few feet away.

Fang Duanwu quickly hid aside, and a soldier jumped off his horse and roared: "Sir, get on the horse!"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Yue slashed his throat with a knife.

Fang Duanwu was furious at this moment. He touched the ground with his left foot and flew up on his horse. He was about to fight Pei Yue to the death. Unexpectedly, the young man left him and continued to slash forward!

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Led by the extremely sharp tip at the front, the steel knife of the Zangfengwei plunged straight and decisively into the Iron Curtain!

Hot blood is being shed, vitality is passing by, and under the weak sunlight of late autumn, the murderous intention in everyone's heart is enough to penetrate the cold wave coming from the north.

Jia Cheng held the general's flag tightly, and under the protection of Pei Yue's personal soldiers, he followed the young lord's back all the way to the west. His whole body was shaking, but his hands were particularly stable, and the flag stood straight in his hands.

, there is no sign of falling. Although he is not qualified to join the vanguard army, this young scholar from the border knows his role very well.

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

Pei Yue kept swinging the long sword, and anyone who stood in front of him could only die.

The Iron Curtain of Ruijin Camp was divided into two, and then it attacked the middle at high speed. Although Fang Duanwu was a little embarrassed when facing Pei Yue, after all, he was not a son of a powerful man who had not experienced setbacks. After seeing the battlefield situation clearly

After that, he immediately asked his subordinates to lay siege.

Five thousand people want to surround 6,500 people. This seems to be an impossible task, but Fang Duanwu has such confidence in Ruijin Camp.

"Sir, be careful!"

Fu Hong roared from behind, picked up the long sword hanging on the horse's belly, and threw it towards the front.

That sword was given to him by his father, who had been buried in old papers all his life when he left home. Although the old master did not agree with Fu Hongzhi's decision, when his favorite son left, he still walked out of the library at home.

Come out and give the sword left by your ancestor to Fu Hongzhi.

Fu Hongzhi never said it, but he would carry this sword with him wherever he went.

However, at this moment, on an extremely dangerous battlefield, he threw out the sword without hesitation, not caring whether he would lose the treasure passed down by his father.

When Pei Yue heard Fu Hongzhi's reminder, he subconsciously tilted his body to the right. A spear passed through his armpit very insidiously, almost stabbing his chest. Then the long spear flew from behind.

The sword was thrust straight into the attacker's throat and he was taken off his horse.

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

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

"yes!"

Jia Cheng puffed up his chest and answered loudly.

The Zangfengwei suddenly speeded up!

At this time, they had already rushed to the middle of Ruijin Camp's formation, but instead of forcibly cutting through as Fang Duanwu thought, they turned around and rushed towards the north. Fang Duanwu was caught off guard by this change, because he had studied the style of Zangfengwei before.

I know that what this cavalry likes most is to charge forcefully and then rush to kill repeatedly. This has been the case since the first appearance outside Linqing County.

Therefore, this time he stationed a large number of troops in the rear formation and deliberately opened his pockets in front to allow the hidden front guards to sneak in.

But he didn't expect that Pei Yue would not follow common sense, decisively abandon his previous combat style, and make 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 could not stop the Tibetan vanguard with Pei Yue as the core.
Chapter completed!