Wei Shaqing, who had been checkmated, was so angry that he kicked Lieutenant Xin's horse in the stomach and cursed. He and Xin Yinma came from different mountains in the Beiliang army. Wei Shaqing was a general who was close to the general, while Xin Yinma had moved through various armies. He had held a military position under Zhong Hongwu, Chen Zhibao, and other old Beiliang giants. Later on, he was involved with the infantry commander Yan Wenluan. Now, Xin Yinma could be considered half a member of the Yan family. However, he had gotten along well with Wei Shaqing in Tongmen Pass these years. Inside the pass, they had schemed and plotted against each other. It was true that they had to support the 3,000 soldiers under each of them who were crying piteously for officials, money, and military equipment. They could not tolerate their noble character and unquestionable integrity, but they had always maintained unity with the outside world. Everyone knew that Lieutenant Xin liked men. He did not care much about the matter of accumulating wealth and family property. If an old commander wanted to show filial piety to Xin Yinma, he would spend a lot of money to buy a well-trained young master from Jiangnan and send him to the Xin manor. This was more useful than anything else. Fortunately, the King of Beiliang had never been a harsh and merciless master. He had never made a fuss about these dirty things that did not affect Beiliang's military and politics. Xin Yinma glanced at the young man who had already left his post as Lingzhou's general. After hearing the conversation between him and Wei Shaqing, he turned a deaf ear. His smiling face was still the same. He looked down at the courier road at the foot of the mountain and slowly said, "It's starting."
Xin Yinma focused and straightened his back to look into the distance. Ma Jinchai's 200 riders had already charged toward the master and servant pair. Xin Yinma had always looked down on Lieutenant Dong Ye and Ma Jinchai's soldiers. In his opinion, the three legs of these soldiers were all weak. It was said that circling around to block the retreat path should have been Lieutenant Zhu Boyu's military mission. Ma Jinchai had shamelessly begged His Highness for this "good job" of achieving military merit. Furthermore, she did not care about the established military order to keep a distance from the master and servant. Instead, she initiated the charge on her own. It was clear that she believed the pair of Jianghu ruffians were easy to bully. As long as she captured the two, she would not be afraid of His Highness's punishment afterwards. As for whether or not she would become enemies with Huang Xiaokuai, who was isolated in Lingzhou, Ma Jinchai, who had a marriage relationship with Commander Yan's relative, would not care. Fan fan.
The young master fanned himself and closed his eyes to rest. Behind him, he could hear the sound of horse hooves. There was no such thing as the rumor of a hundred Beiliang cavalry being able to shake the heavens. He had already experienced General Gu Jiantang's skill in managing an army when he was at the eastern border of Ji Province. He had once been pursued by six hundred Gu Jiantang's cavalry across a vast plain for a long time. That was the true definition of a powerful army. If the Beiliang cavalry was only at the level of two hundred cavalry behind him, then the Beiliang cavalry would be a huge joke. Even such a force of two thousand could be defeated by the six hundred Gu Jiantang cavalry. Without needing his master's signal, Le Zhang turned around to face the two hundred embroidered pillows. Taking a deep breath, the tip of his foot rubbed against the cold and hard ground of the relay station, instantly creating a pit. His figure floated out of the pit, the short crossbow sprinkling a black rain that didn't hurt or itch. In the eyes of an expert, it was somewhat comical. Although Le Zhang looked aggressive, he was actually still sixty to seventy zhang away. Ma Jinchai, who was at the bottom of the two hundred cavalry, didn't feel anything wrong. There were more than a dozen brightly-armored cavalry escorting her. Among them, there was actually a charming and petite retainer wearing a gorgeous light armor. She was clearly a woman with a graceful figure. It turned out that in addition to snatching the credit, Ma Jinchai also wanted to show off his commanding skills in front of the doting beauty. However, Ma Jinchai's expression changed drastically. She saw that the two hundred riders were only focused on charging forward, but that Jianghu man's speed was far faster than a warhorse's. The second wave of crossbows splashed down on his head, but it could not be said that they missed. It was just that the man did not even bother to reach out his hand to block the crossbow bolts, allowing them to hit his body. Like a reed pole hitting iron or stone, the crossbow bolts broke off and slid down. He did not give the riders a chance to continue "playing". He had already come face to face with the three riders in the lead. The three riders were shocked and immediately threw away their crossbows. They hurriedly raised their spears and rushed into the gap between two galloping riders. Yue Zhang jumped high, his body flattened, punched his horse, and kicked it. The rider on the left that was closest to the outside was also affected. The two warhorses were stacked on top of each other and were thrown out of the relay station. The warhorse on the right was even smashed fifty to sixty zhang away by the man's fist. It crashed to the ground with a loud bang, causing snow to fly everywhere like willow catkins. Yue Zhang's expression changed drastically. Two warhorses were stacked on top of each other and were thrown out of the relay station. The warhorse on the right was even smashed fifty to sixty zhang away by the man's fist.
Following that, the three riders were clearly terrified and wanted to avoid the man's unstoppable momentum. However, they did not have time to do so. One of the riders was quite skilled in horsemanship. In desperation, a violent temperament emerged and he directly urged his horse to crash into the boorish man of Jianghu. Ma Chaowei had already announced that whoever could kill this bandit would be rewarded with six hundred taels of silver and a promotion of three ranks! Le Zhang jumped lightly and raised his elbow to smash the horse's head. A tall horse that was charging forward was actually knocked down by the elbow. The rider who was charging forward also took the opportunity to stab the intrepid Le Zhang in the chest with his spear. However, before he could be pleasantly surprised, he felt a piercing pain from the web between his thumb and index finger. The spear slipped out of his hand. Le Zhang grabbed the spear with one hand and grabbed the rider's collar with the other, throwing him high into the air like he was grabbing a chick. Then, he flicked his wrist and raised the spear. His figure retreated backwards and caught up with the two riders who had luckily brushed past him. He then placed the spear horizontally and blocked their path. The two warhorses collided with the spear and were actually unable to move forward. The few rows of riders behind them pushed their spears against each other. The charging formation from before was instantly disrupted.
Le Zhang infused internal energy into the spear with both hands and laughed as he stepped forward. The dozen or so riders in front of him clustered together and were thrown off their horses. Le Zhang did not care about these weak ants. He switched from holding the spear horizontally with both hands to holding it with one hand. A few clever riders on horseback threw their spears. One of the spears was aimed at Le Zhang's head. The man who was as docile as a domesticated cat and dog in front of the young master with the fan slammed his head forward and directly shattered the spear. He snatched the spear from his hand and swept it diagonally upwards, hitting the rider's waist. The rider's body bent and flew horizontally, rolling into a slightly 'playful' snowball on the snowy ground. Le Zhang leaped forward. He did not care about spear techniques and only used the spear in his hand as a staff. With a swing of the staff, he sliced a warhorse from its back to its feet and split it in half. The rider sat on the half of the warhorse's corpse on the ground with a dull look in his eyes.
Ma Jinchai swallowed her saliva and forced herself to calm down. She did not look at her beloved concubine's pale face and muttered to herself, "This bastard is fierce. We can slowly retreat and then kill him with a sudden thrust!"
Then, Colonel Ma Jinchai turned her horse around and ran away like a wisp of smoke.
On the mountaintop, Hsu Fengnian turned his head and smiled at Wei Shaqing and Xin Yin Ma. "It seems like our Colonel Ma has welcomed a good start to the new year."
Then, he looked at the sneering Colonel Pearl and said in a flat tone, "Huang Xiaocai, Ma Jinchai did not want to compete with you for military merits. She clearly put in a lot of effort to show weakness to the enemy and lure them in."
The corner of Huang Xiaocai's mouth rose. He said softly, "Colonel Ma's favor, Huang Xiaocai appreciates it. Your Highness? "
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
Huang Xiaocai rode down the mountain alone.
The three hundred cavalrymen at the foot of the mountain did not move. The other three hundred cavalrymen formed the left, right, middle, and middle troops and rushed toward the young master who was slowly waving the peach blossom fan.
Yue Zhang looked back and sneered. He did not chase after the defeated Frozen Field Cavalry. When they first charged at him, they were impatient like a hungry man who saw a woman. Now, before he could even warm up, they were already crying for their parents to go home. Yue Zhang threw away the red tasseled spear that was soaked in the blood of the war horse. He planned to experience the ability of the next cavalry in Beiliang's Lingzhou.
In the eyes of this Vajra Realm expert, the so-called Beiliang cavalry were all made of tofu.
Yue Zhang spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.
Yue Zhang could be the King of Beiliang and play around with such small fries.
On the mountaintop, Hsu Fengnian, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, had his hands in his sleeves. Two of his fingers were twirling inside his sleeves as if he was spinning silk from a cocoon.
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