From refugee NPC to mythical general

Chapter 92 Fierce Battle

The lords of both sides nervously watched the battlefield from a distance.

Neither side can lose this battle. Whoever loses will mean that all their previous efforts will collapse, and everything they have worked so hard to get to this point and everything they have gained will be destroyed!
Linxia had never fought such a thrilling war. Although every previous war was dangerous, she was full of confidence. But this time, she actually had a bad premonition in her heart.

You clearly have more generals and soldiers than the enemy, and your generals are stronger than the enemy's, so why do you always feel uneasy?

……

Meng Huo kept waving the golden-backed machete in his hand. In all the previous battles, Meng Huo had never gone to the battlefield personally. The two eighth-rate generals beside him were enough. But this time, one of his beloved generals had died before the two sides even started fighting. Meng Huo had to rush to the battlefield himself no matter what.

"Get away from the opponent's commander!" Zhuge Liang yelled at Pan Feng and Zhong Hui.

Although these two generals have the combat power of an eighth-rate general, they still have no chance of survival if they face Meng Huo.

In order to prevent the sacrifice of soldiers on the battlefield, Zhuge Liang had a clear goal and rode his Broken Wind Horse straight towards Meng Huo!

Sonorous!

Pan Feng held a long sword and chopped on Liao Hua's long sword. Both of them were sword-wielding generals, and their martial arts skills were also equal, both of them had reached the level of eighth-rate generals.

At first, Liao Hua thought that the opponent was just a third-rate general, so he did not take Pan Feng seriously. However, as the long swords of both sides continued to touch, Liao Hua gradually felt that he was getting a little tired.

It’s not that the opponent’s martial arts skills are better than mine, but that the opponent’s proficiency in using a knife is obviously higher than mine.

Gather strength to chop down, hold the knife with both hands, split Huashan with force, and cut it in half with the knife!
Every time Pan Feng used the knife, he seemed extremely skilled. The long knife clearly became more flexible in Pan Feng's hands, but the strange thing was that its power did not weaken!

"Come for reinforcements!" Liao Hua shouted.

If Liao Hua had not been surrounded by soldiers on the battlefield, he would probably have already fled on his horse, but he had no chance to escape now.

One side is giving it their all, disregarding life and death, while the other side wants to escape at the sight of a slight disadvantage. The morale of the two sides is incomparable, and the outcome is already doomed.

Seeing that Liao Hua was in trouble, four generals, Hao Zhao, Sun Li, Le Lin and Pang Hui, rode their horses towards Liao Hua.

However, Zhong Hui, holding a spear, had already stopped them on the battlefield. Not only Zhong Hui, but also several senior militiamen from Daming Town such as Wang Da and Zhang San.

Originally, these four ninth-rate generals did not take these small fish and shrimps seriously. They used all their strength to attack Wang Da, Zhang San and others, intending to kill them with one blow!
But something shocking happened. Zhang San, Wang Da and others actually blocked the attacks of Sun Li and Pang Hui, and began to fight back with weapons!

"How can this be?"

The two ninth-rate generals' eyes almost popped out of their heads in shock. They were just militiamen, and the highest level was only senior militiamen. How could they block their attacks?
Just when Sun Li relaxed his vigilance a little, Zhang San pulled out a spear from behind and threw it towards Sun Li's chest.

boom!
The powerful impact knocked Sun Li off his horse, and then countless soldiers holding long axes and spears chopped at the armor of the fallen Sun Li.

These are heavy weapons. Although they cannot penetrate armor, one blow from the axe is enough to make Sun Li vomit blood and die!

the other side.

Liao Hua couldn't find anyone to reinforce him and was extremely anxious. Pan Feng's long sword was constantly moving in front of and behind his head. If he wasn't careful, the opponent's long sword would chop off his head.

"I'm here to help you!" After a loud shout, Liao Hua was delighted, thinking that his brothers had finally come. However, when he turned around, he found that in the distance, three ninth-rate generals were actually beaten by a group of high-ranking militia.

The sentence just now was not said by Pang Hui and others, but by the enemy Zhong Hui!

Zhong Hui held a spear and smashed it at the back of Liao Hua's head. Liao Hua blocked it with a knife. Pan Feng, who cooperated tacitly from the back, cut the spear horizontally. With a "puff", Liao Hua's head flew up into the sky, and blood rushed into the sky like a fountain!
Meng Huo watched his generals fall one by one, and he was more and more shocked. He wielded the Golden Back Mountain Chopping Knife and attacked Zhuge Liang in the middle. Now he just wanted to make a quick decision and quickly deal with the general in front of him so that he could spare his energy to rescue other generals.

Yin Yang held the gun and raised it to block.

I have to say that Meng Huo is worthy of being a seventh-rate general. His strength was so great that he almost knocked the spear in Zhuge Liang's hand away.

He raised his gun and swept it like a scorpion, with the butt of the gun hitting Meng Huo's face hard. Meng Huo quickly leaned back to avoid it.

He gathered strength and raised the gun. After the tail of the gun attacked, the sharp tip of the gun would fly up from bottom to top.

The spear skills of this seventh-rate general in front of him were obviously much better than his own!

The battle had only lasted for six rounds, but Meng Huo was already sweating profusely.

The lord said that he was a seventh-rate general, but his martial arts skills had clearly reached the sixth-rate level!
On the horse in the distance, Linxia clenched his fists tighter and tighter, staring at Meng Huo on the battlefield.

No! Why has General Meng already started to be at a disadvantage?
The advantages in numbers on the battlefield and in military generals that she had been so proud of had now completely disappeared; the enemy's soldiers were generally more powerful than hers!

what on earth is it?

The opponent's commander could at most boost the morale of his soldiers, but she now clearly felt that not only was the morale of the opponent's soldiers increasing, but the strength of the individual soldiers' martial arts was also increasing!

The balance of victory in the war gradually tilted towards the other side.

Linxia shouted: "General Meng, withdraw! Withdraw!"

If the war continues, I am afraid that all my troops and generals will be lost.

But the battlefield is so tense now, how can Meng Huo have a chance to escape?
All the troops of both sides have been deployed to the battlefield, and the commander has already rushed in. It is not so easy to withdraw now!

puff!

Zhuge Liang raised his gun and stabbed towards Meng Huo's face. When Meng Huo blocked with his knife, Zhuge Liang had already taken out his armor-piercing knife.

The armor-piercing knife is similar to the Tang Dynasty's horizontal sword and is extremely sharp. Although it cannot penetrate iron armor, Zhuge Liang's attack goes straight to the opponent's ribs.

There is no armor protection here.

puff!

A trace of blood spurted out, Meng Huo frowned in pain, then shouted loudly, and swung his long sword towards Zhuge Liang's head with all his might, advancing to retreat, and at the same time quickly reined in his horse to retreat backwards.

"I will come to help the general!" When the eighth-rate general Zhu Ran saw that his commander Meng Huo was injured and his brother Jiang Qin was shot dead by Zhuge Liang, he had been holding a rage in his heart and rushed towards Zhuge Liang with an axe.

Strange knife!

Zhuge placed his spear horizontally on his broken wind horse, raised his 40-jin Mo Dao, and chopped down at Zhu Ran with great force!
puff!
Zhu Ran raised his axe to block, but the opponent's force was too great, and the axe fell down at the same time, hitting his skull. With a crack, Zhu Ran fell off his horse.

[You killed an eighth-rate general, experience points +1000, skill points +100]

(End of this chapter)