Chapter 242 You are playing dirty tricks!
Dobato leaped up and slashed at Wang Bin again. Wang Bin retreated repeatedly, and all the guards in front of him fell down.

Wang Bin stared at the scimitar coming towards him with his eyes fixed, with only one thought in his mind.

Brother Yang, hurry up! I'm going to die!
At this moment, a whooshing sound was heard.

Dobato, who was about to chop off Wang Bin's head, had a flash of vigilance in his eyes. He gave up the head without hesitation, and suddenly flipped his body high in the air, dodging the pistol shot!

"Dobato!"

The next moment, Yang Zhengshan and his horse rushed over.

Hong Yun jumped up more than ten feet, and carried Yang Zhengshan across three or four feet. He appeared in front of Wang Bin like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and almost moved Wang Bin to tears.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan was unaware of Wang Bin’s emotion. Before the red cloud landed on the ground, his spear had already stabbed towards Dobato.

There were bursts of thunder and the spear light shot out like a rainbow.

Dobato raised his knife to block the attack with great risk, and then he flew back several feet with the force of the spear.

I have to say that Dobato has really rich combat experience. Even in such a dangerous situation, he can still escape unscathed.

The red cloud fell to the ground, Yang Zhengshan clenched the spear in his hand, staring at Dobato without blinking.

"General, are you okay?"

"Cough cough, fortunately, I'm not dead yet!" Wang Bin sat down on the ground and coughed lightly with a pale face.

The fighting around was still going on, and the reinforcements battalion seemed to be unable to hold on.

"Why are you the only one here?" Wang Bin asked.

"They are still behind!" Yang Zhengshan was still staring at Dobato.

At this time, Dobato also stabilized his body, staring at Yang Zhengshan with cold eyes.

"It's really you!"

Yang Zhengshan jumped off Hongyun's back and pointed his spear at Duobato, "Stop talking nonsense, we must decide life or death today!"

Last time he was not sure he could take down Dobato, and he was still not sure this time.

But now that things have come to this, he has to give it a try even if he is not sure.

Dobato narrowed his eyes into slits and raised the scimitar in his hand slightly, blocking his chest.

The next moment, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

The spear was waving, and the sound of thunder was mixed with the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The blade is moving in all directions, as erratic as the wind.

The two figures kept intertwining and colliding.

Within a radius of more than ten feet, soldiers from the Hu tribe and the reinforcement camp all retreated.

Ordinary soldiers simply could not participate in such a battle. Apart from blocking the sword, they could hardly help.

Wang Bin got up from the ground with the help of the soldiers. He ignored the fight between Yang Zhengshan and Dobato because he could not help Yang Zhengshan at this time.

After taking a quick glance at the fight between the two, he immediately took command of his soldiers.

The reinforcement battalion was already at a disadvantage and was completely surrounded.

At this time, he needed to organize his soldiers to defend and wait for rescue from the garrison camp.

Han Cheng and his men arrived very quickly. Before Yang Zhengshan and Dobato could decide the winner, Han Cheng, Song Dashan and Yang Mingzhen led the garrison battalion to rush over.

"kill!"

The noisy sound of horse hooves was heard, and Song Dashan took the lead and led two hundred armored cavalrymen to the front.

The armored infantry became armored cavalry, and their combat effectiveness was even greater than before.

Although the two hundred armored cavalrymen were not many in number, the power of their charge frightened him.

They were like a torrent that directly dispersed a large number of Hu cavalry that surrounded the reinforcement camp.

"charge!!"

Song Dashan roared angrily.

When it comes to the use of cavalry, he has learned the true art from Yang Zhengshan.

What is the cavalry used for?
Yang Zhengshan's answer was just two words: "charge".

As long as the conditions are there, launch a charge; if there are no conditions, create the conditions to launch a charge.

Keep moving forward and never give up!
The garrison battalion arrived here, and on the other side Zhang Chengzhi and Zhang Yuanwu also came with the infantry from the reinforcement battalion.

After they ordered the ox's tail, they hurried over, but their legs were a little slower, so they arrived later than the garrison battalion.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Seeing that the battlefield was in chaos, Zhang Chengzhi and Zhang Yuanwu rushed into the battlefield with their soldiers without any hesitation.

At this time, they were on the outskirts of the flag area and did not see the garrison camp, but this did not affect their determination to participate in the battle.

With the arrival of reinforcements from both sides, the balance of victory gradually began to tilt towards the reinforcements camp.

Brutal battles continued, with the two sides completely intertwined with each other.

The fire was still spreading, the billowing smoke obscured the starry sky and the bright moon, screams and shouts of killing were heard one after another, blood was spurting like columns and flowing into a river on the ground, and broken limbs and corpses were everywhere.

As time went on, almost all the soldiers of the garrison camp were forced to dismount and fight on foot. They completely lost the conditions to charge and could only fight desperately with the enemy.

The battle between Yang Zhengshan and Dobato became more and more intense. The two were equally strong, and they fought for two quarters of an hour without a clear winner.

"Huhuhu~~~"

Dobato was breathing heavily. The battle had lasted too long and he was already feeling exhausted.

Yang Zhengshan was also gasping for breath, but in terms of endurance, he was much more durable than Dobato.

The blade and the spear collided again. Yang Zhengshan's eyes were like torches, and the gilded flying fish spear in his hand had bent at some point.

This gilded flying fish spear is made of fine iron. Although it cannot be considered a magic weapon, it is also a rare high-quality weapon in Dayong.

The gilded flying fish spear had been with him for more than five years, but he didn't expect that it would be scrapped here today.

Yang Zhengshan held the bent gun pole, and the wielding gun was still extremely sharp.

Of course, the scimitar in Dobato's hand was not in much better condition. The originally pale blade had now broken like a saw.

Looking at Dobato who was breathing heavily, a cold light suddenly flashed in Yang Zhengshan's eyes.

It's now.

Suddenly, he let go of the spear with his left hand and swung the spear towards Dobato with his right hand.

Dobato didn't have time to think, he raised his knife to block the spear, but with a clang, the spear was swept away by him lightly, as if it was about to slip out of his hand.

Duobato was slightly surprised. "What happened? Has he lost his strength?" The two had exchanged hundreds of moves, and he was already familiar with Yang Zhengshan's strength. The force of the shot just now was obviously much greater than the previous one.

Is Yang Zhengshan exhausted?
of course not!

Just as Dobato swung his spear away, he flipped his left hand and a dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand. The next moment, the dagger flew out like an arrow.

Phew!

The defenseless Dobato was hit directly by the dagger.

The five-inch-long dagger pierced directly into his chest.

This sudden change made Dobato stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and looked at Yang Zhengshan with an incredulous look.

"You're playing dirty tricks!"

He was shocked and angry.

The only answer he got was a long stab.

The spear spun Yang Zhengshan's body around and then stabbed out again, hitting Dobato in the chest.

Phew!

Two serious blows, especially the latter one, went straight through Dobato's body.

Dobato spat out a mouthful of blood and his expression instantly turned gloomy.

Dirty trick!

Are you saying that I don't have martial ethics?

Yang Zhengshan looked at Dobato calmly.

What martial ethics can we talk about in a life-and-death fight on the battlefield?
In order to prepare for this attack, he had been stalling for time, with the aim of allowing Dobato to become familiar with his moves and fighting style, and then surprise him and kill him with one blow.

If he used this trick at the beginning, Dobato would have a great chance of avoiding his hidden weapon and then become prepared, and it would be almost impossible for him to catch him off guard again.

"Feel sorry!"

Yang Zhengshan said lightly, then pulled back the bent spear.

It is indeed not good to be unethical, although he does not care what martial ethics are, but this does not prevent him from saying sorry to a dead person.

The spear was pulled back, and blood spilled onto Yang Zhengshan's armor. Dobato's body slowly fell down, his eyes staring blankly at the sky shrouded in thick smoke.

Yang Zhengshan stepped forward, picked up a long knife, and slashed it hard on Dobato's neck.

"Red Cloud!"

Hehehe~~
Hongyun ran out from behind the tent next to him. Yang Zhengshan jumped on his horse and held up the head in his hand.

"The enemy leader is dead!"

"The enemy leader is dead!"

The enemy chief is dead!

When the soldiers who were fighting around heard this, their morale suddenly boosted and they started shouting one after another.

"The enemy leader is dead!"

"The enemy leader is dead!"

A series of hoarse voices rang out, and soon spread throughout the battlefield.

The morale of the soldiers in the reinforcement battalion and the garrison battalion soared, and the morale of the Korcha family instantly fell to the bottom.

Defeat often happens in just a moment.

The next moment, the Korcha clan fell into a state of crushing defeat.

Many Hu people began to lose confidence in fighting and fled the battlefield for their lives.

“Ahahaha~ Kill!”

Seeing this, Wang Bin, who was fighting, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although he suffered serious injuries, he did not completely lose his combat effectiveness.

It may not be possible to fight against masters, but it is still easy to deal with some ordinary soldiers.

"Brothers, we'll judge by the number of heads we take. Kill them!"

Wang Bin roared, his voice was like a broken gong, hoarse and unpleasant to the ear.

However, everyone's condition was similar at this time. After fighting for so long, their physical strength had long been exhausted, and they were supported by the will to survive. In addition, the smoke and fire made everyone's voice hoarse.

Although the morale of the soldiers was high, they were no longer able to continue the pursuit and could only watch large numbers of enemies flee in all directions.

The sounds of fighting gradually subsided, and a hint of paleness gradually appeared in the eastern sky.

Thick smoke was still billowing, but the flames were no longer spreading.

When the day dawned, Yang Zhengshan rode on Hongyun's back, his body covered in blood, looking at the devastated battlefield.

Corpses, blood, gray smoke, and black ashes filled the sky and earth, as if everything was describing the cruelty of the war.

The battle is finally over!
"Sir!" Han Cheng came in front of Yang Zhengshan with a dark and gray face.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "How is the situation?"

Han Cheng said in a hoarse voice: "More than 300 casualties!"

"..."

Yang Zhengshan's heart skipped a beat, and then he sighed helplessly.

The casualties Han Cheng mentioned were those of the Anyuan City Garrison Battalion. Those with minor injuries were not included here. All of them were seriously injured and could not go back to the battlefield.

In other words, the garrison battalion lost more than 300 men in this battle.

More than three hundred!

Before, they had defeated eight tribes in a row, but the loss of people was only about thirty people.

But in this battle, more than 300 people were killed!
Yang Zhengshan felt a little distressed. He had spent three years training these thousand-plus soldiers, but in the end, 30% of them were killed in just one battle.

Yang Zhengshan felt like his heart was bleeding!

"How is General Wang?" Yang Zhengshan asked, dispelling the pain in his heart.

"The wound has been bandaged and he's fallen asleep now. The military doctor said it's not a serious problem and he'll be fine after a few days of rest!" Han Cheng replied.

Yang Zhengshan nodded. This was good news.

"Let's go back and take a look!"

After saying this, Yang Zhengshan drove his horse towards the south of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)