man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 304: Naturally Born General, Power of Domination!
call!
call!
call!
Snow fell without warning.

The night is young, the wind is like snow and brocade.

Dark Canyon.

Steep mountain walls.

Thick fog filled the air.

During the brief fight between Zheng Haoran and the Wolf King, one of them saw each other and broke each other's weapons. Not only did Zheng Haoran not have the slightest bit of anger or resentment on his face, he rode a horse and galloped in the canyon. Zheng Haoran kept laughing the whole time, very happy.

rumbling--

Not long after Zheng Haoran and the others returned to the canyon, there was a rhythmic vibration behind them—it was the sound of barbarian cavalry trampling on the ground and charging towards the canyon.

The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon shook unstoppably, and gravel fell from above from time to time.

"They want to counterattack!"

Zheng Xiu looked back, his heart trembled slightly.

Yalasuo Mountain Canyon is worthy of the title of "Wall of Sighs" in the Northern Man's saying.For both sides of the war, the word "sigh" will not only make the Zheng family's army sigh, but once the offensive and defensive sides reverse, it will also make the barbarians sigh.

The rock walls of the canyon are steep and straight, with many sharp protrusions, barely enough for five horses to pass side by side.Such a narrow canyon is not like a plain, and cannot accommodate large-scale formations and charges of the army.

When tigers came, they had to walk with their legs crossed; when wolves came, they had to line up and walk one by one; no matter how many troops passed through Yala Suo Mountain, they could only enter the valley in batches.Therefore, strictly speaking, Yala Suo Mountain is the real "geographical border" between "Northern Man" and "Dagan" in the north direction.

Zheng Xiu recalled how he arrived at Bagnamo Mountain after crossing the canyon.Although the deeper it goes into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians, the harsher the climate becomes.But the terrain tends to be flat, suitable for cavalry raids.

In other words, once Zheng Haoran leads his army across Yala Suo Mountain, even if he is the only one... one rider is enough to be worth a thousand!
This sounds like a fairy tale, how can the power of one person shake all the tribes of the northern barbarians?At first, no one thought it was impossible, but Zheng Haoran forcibly entered the valley and confronted the wolf king for a moment, both of their weapons were shattered. With just one glance, the wolf king saw Zheng Haoran's strength, and the wolf king saw Zheng Haoran's strength. Terrible.

As for letting Zheng Haoran cross the natural moat of Yala Suo Mountain?

The wolf king dare not!

Is Zheng Haoran strong?
powerful!
There is nothing wrong with it, there is no doubt about it.But in terms of treachery and abnormality, Zheng Haoran is not as good as the [actor] Jun Buxiao in the Disaster Prevention Bureau; in terms of the lethality of the natural alien technique, Zheng Haoran is not as good as Fengbei; When the sacrifice was made, he risked being struck by lightning and beat his father back. It seemed... that he could also hit him?
Zheng Xiu is now well-informed and able to walk freely in the Bund. Zheng Haoran cannot be ranked among the top among all the strange things he has encountered, or the strange people of thaumaturgy.

It's just that to talk about strength and weakness regardless of the times is to play hooligans.

Today is more than 20 years ago, before the candle ceremony was about to be completed!

An era when there is no thaumaturgy in the world!
In this era, Zheng Haoran has shown a terrifying strength that is different from ordinary people. All kinds of magic in him, that unreasonable and brutal iron fist, reminded Zheng Xiu for no reason that 200 years ago, he was also in the "high place, too cold". Situation of the Sierra River.

Xie Luohe was the proud son of the martial arts era 200 years ago;
Zheng Haoran 20 years ago is also the proud son of this era.

The Wolf King has personally experienced Zheng Haoran's strength, so he dare not let Zheng Haoran pass the test!

That's why Zheng Haoran dared to formulate a strategy of counter-offensive and defensive. He was sure that the wolf king would not let him enter, he would not let Zheng Haoran go deep into the hinterland, he didn't dare, he didn't dare, he didn't dare!
Zheng Haoran was able to drag the Wolf King and his 1000 army here with an army of less than [-] people and by taking advantage of the favorable location!

in this way……

"If you work hard for our army, you will have a slim chance of victory for Dagan!"

"The whole army obeys!"

"Archers line up!"

"Bend the bow!"

"Hold your breath!"

"volley!"

call out!call out!call out!
After Zheng Haoran confronted the wolf king, he led Zheng Xiu and others out of the canyon. The wolf king waved his army and chased after him tentatively. The iron cavalry behind him rumbled. Zheng Haoran began to command the Zheng family's army to change formation as soon as he left the canyon.

The archers came out, and hundreds of people fired in volley.

"Shoot again!"

Another burst of arrows rained down on the canyon with precision.

"Woooooo-"

The dull battle horn sounded in the canyon, thump, thump, and drums continued.

A handful of cavalry charging in the canyon fell down like wheat. With the sound of battle horns and drums, the barbarian cavalry in the valley shook their wrists, and a folded fan blade appeared on their wrists. The metal fan blade opened with a groan, In a blink of an eye, it became a small arc-shaped shield.

Zheng Xiu squinted at this scene and was startled.He was lucky enough to see this strange fan-shaped deformed small shield in the army of the Western Regions 200 years ago.Unexpectedly, this strange weapon reappeared on the ancient battlefield of Beiman 20 years ago.

After thinking about it, the 36 countries in the Western Regions and the Northern Man have shadows of candles behind them.It is Zhu who planned the ceremony every 100 years behind the scenes, and it has been thousands of years so far.It seems that thinking about it this way, everything becomes a matter of course.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The second wave of arrows was easily blocked by the small fan-shaped shield, and the sound of iron hooves approached the exit of the canyon.

"The Northern Man army under the command of the Wolf King has more than ten times the number of Zheng's army. Once the first batch of cavalry break through the canyon, on a flat terrain, their black wind horse mount performance is far superior to that of Dagan's war horse. The cavalry battle, Dagan The army will be defeated!"

Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and was about to make a move.

Zheng Haoran rode shirtless on a war horse with a ferocious face and a bright smile.

"Brothers! Let's fight!"

"Abandon the bow!"

"Raise your shield!"

"Array of Shield Guns!"

"Let me block it to death!"

clang clang clang!

Following Zheng Haoran's orders, the war bow was thrown neatly on the ground.

Thousands of Zheng Jiajun quickly changed formation, dazzled for a while, but methodical, completed under Zheng Xiu's surprised eyes.

During the whole process, only Zheng Xiu and the monk stood there in a daze, not knowing why the army was forming, and they seemed particularly abrupt.

It's just strange that everyone's faces were covered with cold visors, and there was nothing in the exposed eyes except for the mouth of the canyon that was about to be broken by the barbarian cavalry.

They seemed to be unable to see Zheng Xiu,
Can't see the monk,
I can't see the full moon,
Can't see the snow,
In their ears, only Zheng Haoran's command was left, in their hands were only guns and shields, and in their eyes, only the narrow mouth of the canyon was left!

They were so focused that no matter whether they were injured or suffering from frostbite, under Zheng Haoran's orders, they seemed to be a mighty war machine, which was daunting and full of life. cold.

Boom boom boom!
Zheng Xiu felt tightness in his chest, as if something pushed him in front of him, he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

His shoulders sank and he collided with the monk.

"you also?"

"you also?"

The two looked at each other, inexplicably surprised.At the same time, they were "bounced" out of the array by a strange and invisible thrust.

Zheng Jiajun... No, even Old Li Tou and Zheng Haoran seem to have forgotten Zheng Xiu and the monk's two "little transparent" at this moment.After a rapid change of formation, the Zheng family's army in heavy armor took heavy steps, carrying a large shield, arrayed layer by layer, and arrived at the mouth of the canyon.

Behind the shield soldiers were spearmen holding spears, and they followed closely behind, with spears sticking out a little bit coldly from the gaps in the shields.

Rumble!
The sound of the black wind horse's iron hooves is close to the ear, hoo!A gust of wind suddenly blew out from the mouth of the canyon—it was the stench of the black wind horse.The black wind horse is fed in a special way. It does not eat food and grass, but eats the flesh and blood of cattle and sheep raw. While whistling, it is murderous and smelly.

This is the super horse that the barbarians have bred for hundreds of years.

coming!

The black wind horses charged in the narrow valley, and their terrible speed caused a change in the wind direction outside the valley.In a breath, vortices wrapped in snowflakes visible to the naked eye, like tornadoes, raged in the canyon.

Even a strong adult, in this whirlwind tornado, can't stabilize his figure. Just their charge can make people stagger and stand unsteadily.

The shield soldiers of Zheng's army sank at the same time and remained motionless.

"drink!"

Finally, the cavalry arrived, like a black angry dragon or a black iron cannonball, colliding with the shield bravely.

The black wind horse was wearing a vest, and the ordinary shield soldiers charged collectively when they met the black wind horse. Under the terrible impact, they would also be thrown on their backs.Combat barbarians coupled with invincible horses, this is the confidence and strength of the wolf king to invade Daqian.

Before the two came into contact, Zheng Xiu wanted to make a move.

But at this moment, when he was "bounced away" by an invisible force, and witnessed the Zheng family army forming an army in one piece, he slowly put down his right hand, stared, held his breath, and quietly watched the upcoming scene... …"history"!
He has a "gut feeling" without any evidence.

Zheng Haoran, he will not lose!

He will not lose!

At this moment, Zheng Haoran, riding on a war horse, gave Zheng Xiu a feeling that it was absolutely impossible to lose.

boom!
The loud sound was accompanied by the vibration of the ground, and the fine snow was rolled up, blowing towards the monk and Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu and the monk lowered their bodies and put their hands in front of their faces.

Zheng Xiu waved his hand expressionlessly, and a snowstorm fell, and he was even more surprised when he saw clearly.The shield soldiers of the Zheng family's army, under the charge of the black wind horse like a giant hammer, did not take half a step back. Everyone's knees were bent, making a sound like grinding teeth, and the shields were pressed back deeply. , pressed against their maxillofacials, pressed against their chests, and their whole bodies were pressed into an upside-down bow.Unfortunately, no one took a single step back!
The effect of force is mutual. The Zheng family's army did not retreat, and the barbarian cavalry's charge could not be stopped. The front was blocked, and the second and third rows of cavalry followed unexpectedly and slammed To the buttocks of the first row of cavalry.

"hiss--"

In the excruciating pain of squeezing, the Black Wind Horses let out screams in unison.

"puff!"

The black wind horse in the first row was squeezed, and there was a strange sound of "poof" in its abdomen, and then the internal organs were ejected from the horse's mouth, blood spurted out, and it was frozen into ice slags of different sizes in the blink of an eye.

The second row of black wind horses collided with the first row of black wind horses, and the castration remained undiminished. With their heads and feet down, they rolled up high and fell forward.

hiss!
"Wada!"

"Woooo!"

Zheng Xiu could no longer describe the horror in front of him in words, and after turning his thoughts for a moment, he could only come up with four words - people turned their backs on their backs.

Real people are turned on their backs!
"Hahaha! Assault!"

Zheng Haoran's voice was like thunder, and following his big hand move, a broken long knife on the ground was attracted by him, and it was drawn towards the palm of his hand. Then the military order was issued, and the spears of the Zheng family's army stabbed at the same time!

call out!
The seemingly unremarkable spearmen stabbed together, and the spears in their hands seemed to extend several times in an instant. The moment they stabbed, the chaotic wind and snow in the valley were pierced by the invisible spear wind. Vacuum-like hollows.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
People, horses, wind, and snow were all pierced through, and the terrifying blood holes pierced through the cavalry in the first, second, and third rows of barbarian cavalry at the same time!
"Stab again!"

"Stab again!"

"Bing C to retreat!"

"Pick up the bow!"

"Bend the bow!"

"Hold your breath!"

"volley!"

"Array of gunmen!"

"Stick!"

"The shield soldiers of the Jiazi Battalion retreat!"

"B battalion shield soldiers line up!"

"..."

This defensive counterattack gradually became no suspense.

Zheng Xiu and the monk watched quietly the whole time, silent.

Zheng Haoran didn't make a move the whole time, and was in charge of directing.But his soldiers seemed to have changed into another person that night, brave and invincible, twisted into a steel bar, no one was injured, no one died.

The monk clasped his hands together: "I understand, this is General Zheng's thaumaturgy."

Zheng Xiu turned around with a strange expression: "Unity is strength?"

The monk's complexion changed slightly. Swish, he shook his long sleeves and hid his hands in them, with a strange smile on his face: "Young monk... I don't know."

Feng Bei didn't know when he came behind the two of them.

She was still dressed as a scout.

The face is covered with a black cloth, the ponytail is tied up, the right face is covered by long hair, the whole body is wrapped in night clothes, and gloves are worn on both hands.

"You also...?"

Fengbei held the orange cat in his arms, tilted his head slightly, and asked a question.

She wants to confirm one thing.

Zheng Xiu and the monk nodded at the same time.

"Me too, was pushed away."

Before Zheng Xiu could ask back, Feng Bei had already answered.

"Husband, what do you think?"

Zheng Xiu smiled wryly: "I suspect it has something to do with our identities. The three of us appeared out of thin air, and we were not Zheng Haoran's soldiers. The afterimage of history is also a part of 'history', the real history. After all, we are 'outsiders'." '."

"Help me open my eyes."

Zheng Xiu snatched the orange cat from Fengbei's arms, and he remembered the effect of the orange cat's paw in Lu Town.

The orange cat flattened its mouth and patted its belly.

"Little monk, there are steamed buns here."

The monk's eyes were sharp, and with a shy face, he stuffed a piece of frozen steamed bun into the orange cat's mouth.

click!
The orange cat's tooth was broken.

The orange cat got angry and slapped the monk's paw far away.

After the monk rolled away like a ball, Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows: "The monk is kind and stubborn. If you don't want to, he will keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding."

Zheng Xiu spread his hands: "He is a gang leader, there are a lot of frozen steamed buns."

The orange cat bit the hard steamed bun, its eyes widened, its vertical pupils rounded in fright, and it made a sharp sound of "cat whining".The orange cat spat out the steamed buns in the end, reluctantly stretched out its paws, and patted Zheng Xiu's eyelids twice.

When the orange cat made a move, Zheng Xiu's eyes suddenly opened up, and he could see countless things clearly.

The field of vision changes and is incomparably clear.

Zheng Xiu turned his head and looked at Zheng Jiajun who was still fighting.

Zheng Jiajun is still under the command of Zheng Haoran, flexibly changing the formation.

Everyone's body was covered with a layer of blood-colored light, and the blood-colored light wrapped everyone into a whole. In Zheng Xiu's eyes, this army was like a blood-colored sun, shining dazzlingly.

The blood-colored rays of light converged, like armor or a pool of water, a blood-colored ray of light extended from the top of everyone's head, distorted in the air, and finally converged on Zheng Haoran's body.

Gradually, Zheng Xiu saw more clearly, the blood-colored light was like a blood vessel, and there was a faint light flowing inside.

Zheng Haoran sent "blood flow" to everyone through "vessels", and the "blood flow" made the soldiers become one, bursting out with amazing combat power, and finally all the "blood flow" was re-infused into Zheng Haoran's body.

"Naturally born..."

"A born famous general..."

After being caught by a cat, Zheng Xiu was startled by the vision in front of him, and gradually became fascinated by it.The flow of blood vessels seems to hide the truth of heaven and earth, and it is obviously weird everywhere, but it gives Zheng Xiu a sense of "it should be like this" and "flowing clouds and flowing water".

It's like, Zheng Haoran and his soldiers are originally a whole, born this way.

After an unknown amount of time, three bystanders witnessed the victory of this defensive battle with their own eyes.As the remnants of the barbarians retreated crying for their father and mother, the blood-colored light of the unmoving Zheng family soldiers faded from their bodies, and they fell limply to the ground one after another as if they had been emptied.

Old Li gritted his teeth and plunged his long knife into the snow. His body swayed and he managed to stabilize himself, but his head was dizzy. His eyes were colorful, and the white snow turned into a multicolored illusion.

Zheng Haoran looked down at his fists, remained silent and motionless on the horseback, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The horse under him was extraordinarily quiet, and seemed to be connected with Zheng Haoran, not like a beast.

Watch it all.

From the beginning of the war to the end.

Zheng Xiu witnessed all this.

There are three ways of heaven, earth and people.

Three respects and nine streams.

Zheng Xiu compared the portal map he had researched with Zheng Haoran one by one.

"This is 'General''s Innate Inhuman Art..."

Zheng Xiu stroked his chin, paused, and after thinking about it, a word appeared in his mind, and he blurted out: "Control?"

(End of this chapter)