Warring States Call

Chapter 1851 Chapter 850 Two: Yang Zaixing Steps into the Camp
Zhuge Liang's sword eyebrows were furrowed, he stopped shaking the feather fan in his hand, and stroked his mustache, his black eyes glowed coldly:

"Cultivating the way of teachers, Li Xianzhong"

"In" the two generals urged the horses under their crotches to fight out of the formation, holding various weapons in their hands. The two were originally generals under Zhao Kuangyin's command, but Han Yi was kind and did not kill the two brothers Zhao Kuangyin. It was surrender, and he still had the mood of resistance, but Han Feng, Zhao Wan, and the captured King Zhao came over in person to persuade them to surrender one by one, and gave them enough face. If he is not sensible, it is not surprising that he died.

"You and the two of you will personally lead [-] elite troops to block the enemy's cavalry." Zhuge Liang picked up the command flag and handed it over to the two of them. To split the army from the middle, the second general received the order, led the soldiers and horses, and urged the horses to kill them.

"It's so small that Zhongli is ignorant." Zhuge Liang sighed in his heart, glanced at the map, looked in the direction of Xia Houyuan, stroked his long beard, and glanced at the generals under his command: "Yang Zaixing, Yang Huaiyu"

"In" Yang Zaixing, who is forty years old, is in the prime of life, holding a silver gun, riding his maroon war horse under his crotch, the red cloak on his back is windless and automatic, and there is a young general behind him on the left side. He has a long and beautiful face, if it wasn't for the Adam's apple in his throat, and his burly body, he would have been thought to be a girl, and she wields a silver gun, which is quite powerful.

"You two hurry up to support General Xiahou, don't be surrounded by the enemy." Zhuge Liang watched the changes of Xiang's army. It was too dangerous for Xiahouyuan to go deep alone.

"Decree"

In the dark army, the saber in Xia Houyuan's hand has turned blood red, and no less than [-] lives have been lost in his hands, and three of the sabers in his hand have been chopped off. He looked at Xia Houshang who was standing next to him: "How many cold arrows are there?" "

"Less than three pots." Xia Houshang swallowed, and pushed the carriage tightly, looking at the surrounding battlefields that were constantly being overturned: "Uncle, it's almost time, it's time to go."

Xia Houyuan maintained his proper sobriety, knocked over the flying arrows, looked around the battle situation, and immediately turned his horse's head: "Withdraw!"

"I want to leave! How can it be so easy?" Jing Que personally sat on the carriage and looked at the soldiers who had suffered heavy casualties. According to a rough calculation, a total of [-] soldiers died under Xia Houyuan's chariot. How could Jing Que let this go? Xia Houyuan and Jing Que hold a knife in one hand: "Xia Houyuan, leave! Save your life"

"I want to save the old man's life! That depends on whether you have the ability." Xia Houyuan threw the long knife in his hand directly on the carriage, took out the bow and arrow, and stared with both eyes: "Zhong"

"Ding, Xia Houyuan's cold shot attribute activates, personal force value armor increases by 5, bird bow force value increases by 1, base force value is 95, current personal force value is 101"

"Ergan..." Jing Que frowned, facing Xia Houyuan's arrow, his face was pale, completely gone from his previous indifference.

"Ding, Yang is activated by the basic divine arrow attribute, the force value is increased by 5, the base force value is 99, the force value of the cloud-piercing bow is increased by 1, and the current force value is 105!"

An arrow sounded from behind Jing Que, scaring Jing Que so much that he dared not move easily. The two cold arrows wiped out several sparks within half a foot of Jing Que. As the person involved, Jing Que was covered in cold sweat. Sweat, big and small, slid down his face and dripped on the skirt of his clothes. When the cold wind blew, it was chilly.

Seeing that Xia Houyuan didn't shoot Jing Que, with his eyesight, he naturally saw someone blocking his cold arrow. He frowned and looked at the general behind Jing Que: "Who is coming?"

"Yangyouji! Look at the arrows"

Yang Youji shouted angrily, pulled the bow with both arms, and pulled the full moon forcefully, staring at Xia Houyuan through the black hole, holding four cold arrows with one hand, laying the bow flat, and holding the four arrows together."

"whoosh whoosh

"Ding, support is activated by the arrow attribute of the base. If you add the first arrow, the force value will increase by 4, if you add the second arrow, the force value will increase by 3, and the third arrow will increase the force value by 2!"

"Ding, there are currently four arrows in Yangyouji. The force value of the first arrow is increased by 4, the force value of the second is increased by 3, the force value of the third is increased by 2, and the force value of the fourth is increased by 1. The current force value is 111!"

"Oops..." Xia Houyuan's pupils reflected the direction of the cold arrow, and his pupils shrank sharply, but it was difficult to avoid the cold arrow shot by Yang Youji.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)) On the railing, red blood flowed from his lower lip. Xia Houyuan was panting hard. The lieutenant general who was driving looked at the commander's heavy arrow. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He stared at Xia Houyuan with concern. Come on, pull the horse's rope tightly, slap the horse's buttocks wildly, and turn the horse's head: "drive"

"Uncle" Xia Houshang's eyes were about to bleed, and he threw the spear in his hand at Yang Youji in a straight line. The spear turned into a black spot, and it became bigger and bigger in front of Yang Youji's eyes. Yang Youji could dodge the cold arrow , let alone this spear, Yang Youji turned sideways slightly, the spear brushed past Yang Youji's face, Yang Youji helped his helmet, his black eyes stared at Xia Houshang, Zhang Gong took the opportunity: "China "

"Must" Xia Houshang's eyes were about to bleed, staring at the cold arrow that was shot, but no matter how hard it was, he couldn't stop right now.

"Ding Dong" Yang Zaixing holds a silver gun, hits the silver gun with his backhand, and hits the cold arrow shot by Yang Youji. Looking at the dying Xia Houyuan, his two sword eyebrows frowned: "Huaiyu, take a few generals to break through, the rest The cavalry will follow me"

"Okay" Yang Huaiyu turned his horse's head and looked at Xia Houshang: "General Xiahou followed me to break through quickly. If he rushed back, he might be rescued." Yang Huaiyu turned his horse's head and reminded Xiahoushang not to be impulsive, Xiahouyuan needs to be rescued now.

Xia Houshang stared at Yang Youji, his eyes were about to gulp blood, he glanced at Yang Youji with wide eyes, his voice was sad and hoarse: "Withdraw!"

"Withdraw" the remaining thousand chariots, and under Yang Huaiyu's opening, they all marched towards the enemy.

"Where are you going?" The whole army rushed to me and killed them." How could the fat in his mouth make him fly away, Jing Que urged his horse to take the lead, but Yang Youji was calmer and did not act rashly.

"Looking for death..." Yang Zaixing's face was like a jackal, and the silver spear in his hand played with three spear flowers, like a ghost rushing from hell, enveloping Jing Que.

"Dead..." Yang Zaixing stabbed Jing Que in the cheek with the spear in Yang Zaixing's hand. Under the spear, Jing Que was Yang Zaixing's opponent.

One shot resulted in Jing Que, Yang Zaixing didn't intend to leave, he led a hundred cavalrymen under his command to shoot straight to the enemy's hinterland, just kidding, he Yang Zaixing was super brave.

(End of this chapter)