"kill!"

The remaining more than 200 heavily armored cavalry roared in unison, rode the war horses beneath them, raised the knight spear in their hands, followed behind Zhao Yi, and charged towards the remaining cavalry of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Looking at Zhao Yi who was getting closer and closer to him, the cavalry commander of the Feihu Gang slowly raised the spear in his hand, glanced at the more than a thousand cavalry beside him with his eagle-like eyes, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, let us launch our last charge, die in the battlefield, and create supreme glory!"

After saying that, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang roared with a crazy look: "Kill" and raised the spear in his hand and faced Zhao Yi.

"kill!"

"kill!"

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The remaining cavalrymen of the Flying Tiger Gang roared one after another, and looked crazy with their faces. They used the last trace of strength in their bodies to raise the spear in their hands and greeted more than 200 heavily armored cavalrymen.

When Zhao Yi was only ten meters away from the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang, he roared angrily, and the knight spear in his hand was like a dragon like a sea, with the only remaining power in his body, thrilling towards the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Seeing the sharp cavalry spear, about to fall on his body and pierce through his neck, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang let out an angry roar, and his face showed a mad look. He did not make any dodging moves, but gathered the remaining power in his body and stabbed the spear in his hand towards Zhao Yi's chest.

Bang!

A crisp sound of metal collision burst out when the spear fell to Zhao Yi's chest. A dazzling fire shot out when the spear hit the armor on Zhao Yi's chest.

"I'm not willing!"

The cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang let out a roar of grief and anger, and was pierced through the neck by the spear in Zhao Yi's hand and died, becoming a cold corpse.

After looking at the more than one hundred remaining companions around him, Zhao Yi turned his eyes to the corpses of the cavalry all over the ground, and sighed involuntarily: "They are all real warriors!"

Zhao Hu, who was commanding in the rear, couldn't help but sigh after watching the cavalry confrontation between the two sides and the charge without fear of life and death, and said involuntarily: "Is this the so-called cavalry confrontation? In the future, I will never allow such a confrontation to occur again."

The heavily armored cavalry composed of more than 2,000 one-star warriors actually gave up their own advantages and started a standard cavalry duel with the opponent. They did not use any conspiracy, but rely on their own strong strength and brave spirit to defeat the opponent, defeat the opponent's confidence, and achieve the final victory.

However, the cost of this victory is too high, not what Zhao Hu hopes for. In Zhao Hu's eyes, courage without strategy is not real courage, but contempt and irresponsibility for his own and his companions' lives.

"Young Master, the showdown between cavalry is like this. If we stop this showdown, it will make Brother Zhao Yi and the cavalry brothers feel dissatisfied, thinking that the young master is insulting them.

Humility, perseverance, courage, loyalty, glory, are the faith of every knight. Once they lose these faiths, they lose their most precious qualities and are no longer a true knight.

If the young master doesn't want them to lose these precious qualities, it's best not to stop them from having such a showdown. It's just that they need to improve their strength to the greatest extent and give them the best armor, weapons and war horses."

Zhao An, who was beside him, seemed to see Zhao Hu's thoughts and explained softly.

"Oh! From now on, I will try my best to improve their strength and slowly change their beliefs!"

Zhao Hu also knew that the beliefs of Zhao Yi and others could not be changed for a while, and he could only slowly influence him in the future.

Lu Rong, who was in charge of the rear, saw that his 10,000 cavalry were destroyed, and he couldn't help but look sad on his face, and whispered to himself: "Xiaoshuang, why bother! Is it worth it to fill his life in for the glory of an illusory knight?"

After a while of self-talking, Lu Rong's sad expression disappeared, replaced by a determined look on his face. He looked at Zhao Hu in the distance with a sharp look. He waved his hand and ordered: "Apart from the personal guards, all the others charged towards Zhaojiabao and fought to the death!"

As soon as Lu Rong finished his voice, he saw an adjutant beside him. He responded with a solemn look on his face, and then led the remaining 40,000 guards to rush towards the location where Zhao Hu was.

Seeing that the Flying Tiger Gang's army came out together and was about to have a last confrontation with him and decide a victory or defeat, Zhao Hu waved his hand and ordered 8,000 heavy infantrymen to take the lead in facing the Flying Tiger Gang's army.

With the order from Zhao Hu, the eight thousand heavy infantry, led by Zhao Tian, ​​made an excited roar, quickly facing the army of the Flying Tiger Gang, raised the sharp weapons in their hands, and ruthlessly killed an elite soldier of the Flying Tiger Gang.

In front of heavy infantry with average strength at the one-star warrior level and all equipped with fine steel armor weapons, the Flying Tiger Gang soldiers with only six-star martial artists and equipped with ordinary iron armor weapons cannot cause damage to heavy infantry at all. They can only become the targets of slaughter, become the dead souls under the sword of a famous heavy infantry, become the great military achievements of the Guards, and use their blood and bones to forge the glory of the Guards.

In the face of a large number of deaths and in front of the Guards, which was like the spokesperson of the God of Death, the remaining elites of the Flying Tiger Gang were overwhelmed and roared, disintegrating, and fleeing to the rear.

Looking at the defeated soldiers who were attacking the guard camp, the guard commander flashed a cold light in his eyes. He killed one of the defeated soldiers and shouted loudly: "All the defeated soldiers retreated from both wings, and those who dared to attack the own formation will be killed without mercy!"

The command from the guard commander immediately reached the order. A guard raised his weapons and killed the defeated soldiers who were attacking the formation. He used blood and sword light to change the direction and retreat from the two wings of the formation.

Seeing that he could no longer use the defeated soldiers to attack the Flying Tiger Gang’s guards’ camp, Zhao Tian stopped hesitating and yelled directly: “Brothers, let me kill you!”

After saying that, Zhao Tian took the long sword in his hand and took the lead in charging towards the Flying Tiger Gang's guards. The heavy infantry of the Eight Thousand Guards also roared and followed closely behind, charging towards the Flying Tiger Gang's guards.

A moment later, eight thousand heavy infantrymen met with 30,000 guards and started a fierce confrontation. The sound of violent metal collisions, the shrill screams before the soldiers died, the curse of warriors and other sounds filled the entire battlefield. As countless lives disappeared, blood flowed, and everyone in the battlefield heard.

After looking at the fierce battle, Zhao Hu turned his eyes to Lu Rong in the distance, and turned over to his horse. Under Zhao An's escort, he led a hundred city guards to gallop towards the location where Lu Rong was.

Lu Rong, who had been paying attention to Zhao Hu's every move, saw Zhao Hu personally leading a hundred city guards to fight to his place. He wanted to carry out a beheading operation on himself, and couldn't help but show a hint of disdain, slowly stood up, and said to the personal soldiers beside him: "It's better to kill that boy Zhao Hu."

"Yes, gang leader! I promise that Zhao Hu will never come back!"

The personal soldiers around Lu Rong responded with confidence. At least one thousand personal soldiers were masters of warrior level, and there were ten martial arts captains, giving the personal soldiers strong confidence.

After a while, Zhao Hu led a hundred city guards around the main battlefield, entered the rear of the Feihu Gang army, and launched a fierce attack on Lu Rong.

At the same time, Lu Rong also led a thousand personal soldiers to turn over the horse, raised the weapons in his hand, roared angrily, and faced Zhao Hu, preparing to start a life-and-death showdown with him that would determine the victory of the war.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hu and his group met a thousand Lu Rong's personal soldiers, and immediately started a fierce confrontation. They only saw a Mingcheng Guard flexibly waved the spear in his hand and pulled a Lu Rong's personal soldiers off the horse, becoming a cold corpse.

The personal soldiers of the warrior-level army were like a six-year-old child in front of the city guards with the strength of the martial arts army. They had no room for resistance at all. They could only rely on the advantage of the number of people to form small battle formations to resist the fierce attack of the city guards.

Seeing that his personal soldiers were ruthlessly killed by the city guards under Zhao Hu, Lu Rong's face changed drastically, and a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes. He quickly passed over the city guards, waved the spear in his hand, and stabbed quickly towards Zhao Hu, trying to kill Zhao Hu and win the war.

Facing the fierce shot of Lu Rong, a powerful martial artist at the level of a great martial artist, Zhao Hu could not dodge at all, so he stopped dodging. Instead, he silently used the skills of the Dark Spear, releasing three spears that were more than one meter long, dark and shining with faint cold light, shot towards Lu Rong's chest, neck, and dantian.

Just as the spear in Lu Rong's hand was about to fall on Zhao Hu, Zhao An, who had been guarding Zhao Hu, roared angrily, and swung the spear in his hand gently, hitting Lu Rong's spear, causing it to deviate from the direction and fell from Zhao Hu's cheek, but did not fall on Zhao Hu's body.

Seeing that he did not make any contributions and did not hit Zhao Hu, Lu Rong's face remained unchanged. He waved the spear in his hand and shot down the three black spears that were about to hit him one by one, and then he turned his eyes to Zhao An. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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