Chapter 231: Wang Bi, the Double Sword

In the pouring rain, Wang Bi, the deputy commander of the Third Army, took the lead in breaking into the Qing army's camp with a five-foot-long goose-feet sword. A famous centurion tried to step forward to stop him, but he slashed his head with a diagonal cut, and half of the person and the weapon were cut. Another Qing army brand had a gun and stabbed him hard at his lower abdomen, but he turned sideways and clamped the gun rod with one arm, then swept across, "Puff." A complete head jumped into the air, and blood spurted out from the cavity more than half a foot high.

"Follow me." Wang Bi raised the Yanling sword into the air and shouted loudly. The cold rain quickly washed the three-inch-wide blade, washing the blade into a dazzling and cold state.

"Crack." Several lightning flashes fell from the air, illuminating the Huaian soldiers behind him, a total of two hundred-man teams. Each soldier was wearing a plate armor on his upper body, holding a shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. The cold-forged protective surface blocked his mouth and nose, revealing only two cold eyes.

Qing army rushes around and tries to drive the team out of the camp. When the firearms are completely unable to exert their power, the Qing army soldiers are very confident in their combat effectiveness. However, soon, they find that they are very wrong. Although the number of Huai'an soldiers who rushed into the camp from the east is not large, their attack power is very fierce. In a blink of an eye, they break through the three lines of defense that the Qing army hastily organized, without any hindrance to advance to the commander's tent in the center of the camp.

"Shoot the arrows and shoot them with armor-breaking cones." Someone was quick to tell and shouted loudly behind the tent. Someone quickly grabbed the hard bow and put the order into effect. However, the cold rain was absolutely fair to both sides of the war. It not only wet the gunpowder of the Red Turban Army, but also turned the Qing army's bows and arrows into waste. The eagle feather installed behind the tail of the arrow immediately became extremely heavy after being touched with the rain. The lost armor-breaking cone could not fly enough twenty steps, so it pierced into the mud and trembled back and forth in the cold rain in shame.

"Form a formation, a formation of guns, and a formation of guns to block them." The defenders failed to make a plan and then used two more plans. In the organization of a commander, they hurriedly gathered in the open space near their central army, trying to show their own strengths.

Ten thousand spears were slaughtered, but their specialty skills were made. Since the beginning of the army, they had achieved this killing move, so that the proportion of spear soldiers in the entire Qing army accounted for 70% of the team. The outside world often called them the spear soldiers, but they forgot their real name.

This response cannot be said to be inappropriate, but unfortunately, they met Wang Bi today. The long-term battle career has already made the latter's grasp of the timing to the point where they have reached a slightest. Before the Qing army soldiers completed the gun array, they had already jumped in, squatted, twisted their waists, and the Yanling knife suddenly rotated from the upper right to the lower left, and several arms and gun rods flew up alternately, screaming endlessly.

"I am Wang Bi, whoever blocks me will die." Wang Bi's body did not pause at all, and continued to thrust his sword forward. More than 200 Red Turban Army Park's hand was behind him, automatically forming a sharp triangle, and continued to penetrate along the gap cut by the Yanling Knife, cutting the opponents he met along the way so that the corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

"I am Wang Bi, who blocks me, whoever blocks me will die." Wang Bi continued to wave his sword and slashed at the enemies in front of him and on both sides. The half-inch-thick blade body carried a cold light and passed through the gun forest. The Qing army soldiers blocking the road fell to the ground one after another, like sheep from the tiger, without any defense. They could not even find the chance to turn around and escape. After a moment of panic, they were found by the cold sword light from the gun forest, and they cut off their bodies and heads.

However, Wang Bi, the deputy commander of the Third Army, did not feel tired at all. He danced five feet long to the geese-like sword like an electric snake, and could spit out a poisonous letter of death at any time. He rarely defended himself. He spent most of his time attacking, looking for every opportunity to kill his opponent, and even exchanged his life for his life.

That is not a life-changing, but a confidence in the steel knife in his hand. As long as he can take the lead and cut the enemy's vital points in half a breath, or even take the lead for a moment, the spears that stabbed over him will not pose any threat to him. The spears that the dead cannot hold, and the seriously injured will also not be able to use the force of killing.

He is Wang Bi, the deputy commander of the Third Army. Wang Dapang, a trembling archer, was shaking on the battlefield a year and a half ago. He swung his sword hundreds of times a day, and lasted for more than 400 days without any resistance. Even a stubborn stone was polished into a sculpture. What's more, his qualifications were originally higher than ordinary people.

He was Wang Bi, the commander of the Third Army. He was the first old brother who followed Zhu Bashiyi to conquer the world. He knew that his strategy was not as good as Xu Da and Lu Zeng, and his ability to master new weapons was not as good as Wu Liangmou and other scholars, so he could only take his confidants to find another way.

Firearms cannot conquer the world, nor can they always make the enemy unable to find a solution. The weather, roads, and logistics supply conditions will greatly reduce their effectiveness. If the firearms cannot play a role, the enemy and us will still have to fight each other in a close manner. At that time, courage, cooperation, and personal combat skills will become the key to decisive victory.

A successful close-killing fight was enough to make the opponent scared for the rest of his life. Wang Bi, as the deputy commander of the Third Army, stubbornly believed in this and prepared for it every day. Now, he finally waited for his own time.

A long spear pierced directly in front and on both sides, looking so weak and weak. Wang Bi shouted and greeted him. His body and the Yanling Knife merged together, like a lightning elf, rushing around in the gun cluster. No matter how dense the spear is, there are gaps. The sword light enters the gap with no thickness. The so-called "Salvation of a cow is called "Ding", but in this way, the sword light penetrates through the heavy gun shadows, separates the gun holders from their weapons, and turns them into cold corpses.

"Crack." Another string of lightning rolled over, illuminating the more than 200 iron-armored monsters behind Wang Bi. The spear formation that had fallen into pieces suddenly collapsed. The Qing army soldiers gathered in a hurry ran away ten times faster than before, for fear of running a little slower and becoming a sacrifice on the knife.

"Waste, a bunch of waste." Qiu Zhengyi, the commander who had just led his troops to come, cursed with anger, and led his confidants to attack Wang Bi. The white wax pole spear was shaking like a giant python, shaking his head and tail, and his sharp teeth were exposed in his mouth.

"Good come." Wang Bi roared and quickly walked up to him. The sharp blade chopped directly at the seven inches of the giant python. "Dang." The blade intersected with the spear under the red tassel, but failed to divide the latter into two. Qiu Zhengyi's spearhead was specially made, with a nearly three-foot-long shank behind him, which was usually hidden with red tassels. At the critical moment, he killed his opponent by surprise.

"Die." Taking advantage of Wang Bi's moment of being stunned, the leader Qiu Zhengyi shouted loudly, and his spear suddenly flipped outward, pressing the Yanling sword underneath, then dragged and stirred, swaying the center of gravity of the blade, and staggering Wang Bi.

It was a long time to say that, before Wang Bi could stop, Qiu Zhengyi's spear had already stabbed back, and the four-foot-long spear headed straight to his lower abdomen like lightning.

Even if he trusted the plate armor on his body, Wang Bi did not dare to use his abdomen to force the spear. He quickly twisted his waist, moved the lightning away, and then quickly used the blade to find the other party's fingers. Unexpectedly, Qiu Zhengyi reacted faster than him. He pushed the spear head sharply, bounced the blade crooked, and then stepped forward, and took the spear in his hand, lifting the two personal soldiers behind Wang Bi into the air.

A gap appeared in the triangle sword formation immediately. The third army brothers in the back row quickly stepped forward to make up for the position. However, the blade body was far shorter than the spear, and their martial arts were far inferior to others. They were stabbed several times one after another by Qiu Zhengyi, and the entire sword formation was in danger.

"You dare, thief." Wang Bi was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and he swept across the goose feather knife in his hand. He fought in all directions. He swept all the Qing army spearmen who were rushing towards him to the circle. Then, he suddenly turned around, left these ordinary soldiers, and killed the thousand-man commander Qiu Zhengyi from behind.

"Ha." A sneer appeared in the eyes of the commander Qiu Zhengyi, screaming and turning around. At the same time, he suddenly suppressed the gun. The four-foot-long spearhead quickly turned around. With a "clang", he smashed the sword and flew the Yanling sword into the air.

"Ah." Wang Bi exclaimed in a low voice, his face full of disbelief. Qiu Zhengyi, the commander of the thousand-time men, once again let out a loud angrily shout, "Take your life." He roared like a beast, shot after shot, stabbing Wang Bi's choking throat and chest, forcing the latter to dodge left and right, in a mess.

"Save General Wang, save General Wang." The third sabre and shield soldiers rushed forward, trying to form a protective wall with shields to save their deputy commander from danger. The Qing army soldiers on the opposite side were reluctant to let the cooked ducks fly away, and they all roared forward and pushed the sword and shield soldiers out of the battle group with all their might in order to create the last chance for the commander Qiu Zhengyi.

What a good Wang Bi, wearing more than 20 kilograms of plate armor, was still as flexible as a monkey, jumping and jumping, avoiding the killing moves that were close to him. Seeing a fat man with nearly 200 kilograms jumping in front of him, but he was reluctant to die. The commander Qiu Zhengyi felt irritable and suddenly let out a sudden shout from his mouth, "Come on." He took half a step forward with his left leg, swung the gun, and swept across the army.

The force of this attack was at least two or three hundred kilograms. Even if the armor on the opponent was strong, it would be broken and broken. However, the expected impact sound did not appear for a long time. Before the gun hit him, Wang Bi suddenly rushed forward, and his burly body quickly shrank into a ball of flesh and rolled forward against the ground.

"Don't hide, take your life quickly." Qiu Zhengyi missed a blow, and quickly pulled the gun back. The gun stinged. The opponent was dead. Even if he was close, he could not avoid this drawer gun. In the heavy rain, he widened his eyes and waited to see the blood light burst out from the gun slashing into the back. However, Wang Bi's body suddenly rolled to the side again, then suddenly stretched out, drawing out a second steel knife from behind, and the big roll spread its wings.

"Puff." A blade that was only one foot long quickly smeared from Qiu Zhengyi's lower abdomen, and wiped the armor, belly, and intestines in his belly into two pieces.
Chapter completed!