Han Shuang urged his horse to gallop as fast as lightning. By the time he saw Yang Fan, the horse was already in front of Yang Fan.
When Han Shuang saw Yang Fan, he did not rein in his horse. Instead, he kicked the pedal and sped up. At the same time, the saber in his right hand drew a dazzling arc toward Yang Fan's head.
Unless Yang Fan's spear was made of iron, the spear would break and he would die if he borrowed the horse's momentum.
Yang Fan stood like a spear at the gate of the fort. He watched as Han Shuang and his horse became one and charged toward him. In his hand was a long saber that glowed with a bloody light. As the saber rushed over, Yang Fan saw that it had already taken more than ten lives.
Yang Fan lowered his shoulders and took a step forward, standing in a bow stance. The spear came out from under his ribs like the tongue of a poisonous snake. When the tip of the spear was pointed at Han Shuang's chest, he was holding the spear with both hands. The back of the spear shaft had a handle that was more than a foot long behind his elbows.
Han Shuang could see his every movement clearly. His movements were standard and standard, just like a young apprentice who was practicing meticulously according to his master's instructions.
Han Shuang was puzzled. He could clearly see each of his movements, but why couldn't he avoid it? The sharp saber in his hand also missed.
The long saber drew an arc until it formed a semicircle. The spear pierced through the center of the semicircle. With a poof, Han Shuang was lifted into the air by a strong force and crashed into a rider on his left. The rider was half a horse's length away from him. When Han Shuang flew into the air, he crashed into him, knocking him off his horse and into a thicket of caltrops.
The man rolled a few times in the thicket. His body was pierced with caltrops, but he did not let out a scream. Han Shuang felt that she had broken the man's neck, so the man was lucky that he did not feel any pain. Then Han Shuang realized that he had crashed into the right side with a whoosh.
This time, he flew into the thicket with the man he had collided with. He heard the man's scream, and it was the last sound he heard in the world. His chest had been pierced by a spear, and after being shaken by Yang Fan, his chest had expanded into a bowl-sized hole, and blood was flowing out of the hole.
The great spear Yang Fan was holding was taken from Gao Qingshan. This great spear was the weapon used by the previous chief of the He Bai Stronghold. The long spear was thick and heavy, with bamboo as the handle and fine steel as the blade. The deep grooves of the spear were dripping with dark red blood, causing people to shiver.
"Kill!"
Yang Fan shouted in a deep voice. He swung his great spear towards the incoming cavalrymen. Pick, stab, smash, hack, point, poke, sweep … Every time he picked a person, every time he stabbed a person, every time he smashed a person, every time he swept a person, every time he swept a person, every time he swept a person, every time he swept a person, every time he swept a person, every time the spear swept a person, every time the spear tip broke through the air, emitting a 'chi chi' sound.
The 'chi chi' sound of breaking through the air was continuous, as if someone was forcefully tearing apart a piece of linen cloth that would never end. Following this' chi chi 'sound, the pursuing cavalrymen were thrown off their horses as they wailed in pain. The cavalry that were charging at him were actually stopped by his spear, unable to advance any further.
The grass on both sides of the road was filled with thickets, so the pursuing cavalrymen could only charge at him on the road. As a result, each row could only have three cavalrymen closing in on him. But it didn't matter if the three of them were wielding spears or knives, stabbing or chopping, no matter how well coordinated they were, the great spear in Yang Fan's hand was like a flood dragon coming out of the water. He was always one step ahead of them and was able to drill into their attack net, causing them to be thrown off their horses.
Yang Fan held his long spear as he walked on the ground. With his own strength, he was actually able to block the incoming tide of cavalrymen, preventing them from advancing any further.
One man holding the pass, ten thousand cannot pass!
The people in the stronghold were all dumbfounded. Most of them had practiced a few martial arts techniques, but none of them had this kind of martial arts. Stepping down from his bamboo spear, he was able to block the pursuing cavalrymen by himself. In a short moment, he had pierced more than ten cavalrymen onto their horses and not a single one of them was his match. This Great Zhou Imperial Envoy actually had such good martial arts.
Lady Xun Er stood on the stronghold and tightly grasped her scabbard. She was so excited that her pretty face was flushed red. Her pair of almond-shaped eyes stared at Yang Fan's movements. Her hands were also eager to try. Following each of Yang Fan's movements, her muscles tightened and then relaxed. It was as if she was the one making the moves. She was completely mesmerized by Yang Fan's heroic appearance.
"Zhao Zilong has been reborn! Zhao Zilong has been reborn! "
Lady Xun Er muttered. Very quickly, this sentence resonated with everyone in the stronghold. For them, the only famous general of the Central Plains that they were most familiar with was the Kingdom of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period. Among the famous generals of the Kingdom of Shu, the number one in spear techniques was none other than Zhao Zilong of Changshan. At this moment, in their eyes, Yang Fan was like the reborn of Zhao Zilong.
Fighting on foot and using a spear to single-handedly face the endless charge of cavalrymen was not an easy task. Just like how some people could not understand how a small bird could make a large hole in the hard outer shell of an airplane, only those who had truly fought with a charging warrior on a fast horse would know just how great the force produced when a person borrowed the momentum of a horse to charge forward.
When a fast horse was charging, the edge of the blade only needed to be dragged. Without using any strength, one could easily cut a person's neck. There was no need to be like an executioner, concentrating all the strength in their body to wield a demon-headed blade.
A spear that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl could pierce through the body of a charging person, but at the same time, it would be smashed into two by the huge counterforce. But Yang Fan was standing on the ground alone with a spear. As long as he collided with the spear, his spear would be smashed and he would be sent flying backwards, nailing into the wooden wedge of the stronghold gate.
But Yang Fan had already killed 13 cavalrymen. He was still alive, and he was still charging forward.
Yang Fan used the 'Swallow and Spit Spear'. The bloody tip of the spear entered and exited a cavalryman's chest. Immediately after, he used the 'Pear Blossom Swaying Head' to sweep the two people who were charging at him to his left and right into the thistles. Even though the horse had lost its owner, it did not slow down.
Yang Fan took the opportunity to turn around. Seeing that the last few female warriors of the Kebaran tribe were about to retreat into the stronghold, he immediately shouted, "Close the stronghold gate!"
Gao Qingshan seemed to have woken up from a dream. He quickly ordered, "Quick! Close the stronghold gate! "
Xun Er anxiously said, "We can't close the gate. He hasn't come back yet!"
Gao Qingshan said, "Miss, if the gate is not closed, the cavalrymen will not be able to escape. They will take the opportunity to attack into the stronghold!"
At this time, the people at the stronghold gate had already slammed the gate shut. They also used wooden stakes as thick as a battering ram to block the gate. Yang Fan's spear was like a swimming dragon. "Pa Pa Pa", he swept three people off their horses. Suddenly, he turned around and rushed down the stronghold wall. He also held the spear in his hands horizontally.
The spear in his hands was more than 20 feet long. Looking at his movements, it seemed that he wanted to use the spear as a pole to jump up the stronghold wall. The stronghold wall was originally only 15 feet tall. After he used the wooden stakes to increase the height, it was less than 30 feet tall. As long as the spear did not break, he could jump up.
Gao Qingshan, who was on the stronghold, did not know that Yang Fan had this kind of plan. After explaining to Xun Er, he grabbed a rope and swung it a few times in the air. With a loud roar, he threw it towards Yang Fan and shouted, "Catch him!"
Yang Fan was about to use the spear as a pole to jump up the stronghold wall. As soon as he saw the rope being thrown towards him, he immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed it. Gao Qingshan held the rope tightly and shouted. His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground as he stood firmly.
Yang Fan grabbed the rope with one hand and ran forward a few steps. "Deng deng deng", he actually ran up the stronghold wall. When he reached a height of about 10 feet, his momentum was exhausted. He then used his strength to pull the rope, intending to use the force to jump up.
As the cavalry approached, they saw that this person was about to jump up the stronghold wall. The spear in their hands flew out and whistled towards him!
"Du du du!"
Three spears in a row were nailed into the soil and wooden pillars. One of the spears stuck close to the front of Yang Fan's clothes and stuck into the gap between the soil and stones. The tip of the spear scraped against the soil and stones and sparks flew. The people on top of the stronghold wall were terrified.
Xun Er hurriedly shouted, "Release the arrows!"
A rain of arrows shot towards the approaching cavalry and temporarily suppressed them. Yang Fan was also worried that it would be difficult to dodge the arrows in the air, so he actually pulled the rope with one hand and ran horizontally across the stronghold wall.
With Yang Fan running like this, Gao Qingshan could not hold on any longer. A few strong-looking stockade bandits beside him saw that he was being dragged forward by the rope. They hurriedly dropped their weapons and pounced on him to hold him tightly. Six or seven people held the rope tightly, not allowing it to move even an inch.
Yang Fan felt that the rope had been secured and his legs kicked even harder. "Deng deng deng", he ran up the stronghold wall. The tip of his foot touched the wooden pillar of the stronghold wall and his body rose into the air. In mid-air, he turned around and threw the spear in his hand.
The spear was thrown out by him and with a flash, a mist of blood appeared from the chest of the cavalry who was charging at the front. The spear went through the chest and did not lose momentum. The cavalry behind him was caught off guard and was pierced through the chest again. He fell off his horse along with the spear. Only then did Yang Fan land steadily on the ground.
Under the stronghold wall, a dozen or so masterless horses were patrolling on the ground and did not dare to run around. There were corpses on the ground and many people with broken bones and torn tendons were lying among the thistles. They cried out in pain but did not dare to move recklessly in case they were pricked by the thistles. Seeing how powerful Yang Fan's attack was, a tsunami of cheers came from the stronghold wall.
Actually, Yang Fan looked like he was in a limitless state but it was extremely dangerous just now and he was now exhausted.
He was not dealing with an opponent who was fighting on the spot but an enemy who was charging at him at lightning speed. Every time he stabbed an enemy or was cut down by an enemy's weapon, his arms had to bear a huge amount of force. Even if he used a clever method to reduce the force, his hands were already trembling slightly from using too much force.
"Shoot! Throw the spear! "
Gao Qingshan gave the order while the enemy's spirit was being suppressed by Yang Fan. Bamboo arrows and spears were thrown down and some of the enemies who were caught off guard were shot. They had no choice but to retreat and escape to a safe distance. After a while, the infantry behind caught up and used their big shields as cover to block the bamboo arrows and began to clean up the thistles.
Seeing this, Gao Qingshan immediately ordered people to use the simple catapults. Stones the size of fists were thrown out and the stronghold was filled with ghostly cries and wolf howls. Many people were smashed until their heads were bleeding and they fell to the ground moaning. Those who were not injured ran away and the clean-up operation collapsed again.
After a while, the shield bearers came back. They formed a team of two with a big shield in front of them and a small shield in front of them. They blocked the stones that were smashed on the shields and cleared the thistles bit by bit.
The real attack and defense battle had begun …
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