The entire battlefield is now in chaos, the left wing is still stalemate, and the right wing has a slight upper hand.

"Report, Wu'an Hou Zhongjian!"

Zheng Heng came back embarrassed with an arrow wound. After seeing Zhu Di, he gritted his teeth and said, "The minister is not in the way."

Zhu Di nodded, then temporarily shifted his sight from the main battlefield to the corner on the left.

"Go to Nima!"

As soon as Fang Xing dodged a knife, a tall enemy rushed towards him. He stood upright on the horse's back abruptly, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashing down hard.

"clang!"

Fang Xing didn't even look at the result, and then rushed into the encirclement.

The enemy behind him dropped the saber that had been broken in two, fell to his horse with a dim look, and gradually cracked a seam from his forehead to his chin.

"Mr. Fang!"

When the encircled sergeants saw Fang wake up, they shouted excitedly and spontaneously gathered around.

Although the casualties were heavy, the Kovala knew the importance of Zhu Zhanji, and under the cries of thousands of households, they continued to attack without fear of death.

Fang Xing looked at the enemy army rushing forward again while taking advantage of the impact of the earthen jar. He looked around and shouted: "Brothers, follow me, I will take you out!"

"Kill out!"

Fang Wu led the cavalry behind the palace, Fang Xing took the lead and rushed forward.

"Woo!"

When the earthen jar came over the enemy's head again, the enemy troops who had tasted it all dispersed one after another.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Fang Wu's leader beheaded the more than ten horses who were chasing after him, and then when he saw the chaser being drowned in the gunpowder smoke, he turned his head happily, but saw Fang Xing surrounded by three enemy horses.

"Master!"

"Brother Dehua!"

Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing dodging a knife, but was immediately swept across the waist by the side knife, and the area that was not protected by the half-length armor suddenly changed color. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat in my chest.

"Your Highness!"

Yang Rongzheng, who was rushed over by Zhu Di again, looked at Fang Xingzhong with anxiety, but inadvertently made Zhu Zhanji rush up.

"What are you doing while waiting?"

Yang Rong shouted to Zhongqi, if the Emperor Taisun had an accident today, everyone would not be able to run.

Chongqi Vice Qianhu was shocked, and hurriedly followed him with his subordinates.

His task is very simple, that is, to protect Zhu Zhanji, so when Fang Xing was facing a crisis, he did not take the initiative to reach out.

But if Zhu Zhanji had an accident, then these hundreds of people would have no way to survive.

Thinking of this, Deputy Qianhu was anxious, and hoped that Fang Xing could temporarily protect Zhu Zhanji.

"kill!"

Fang Xing was hit hard, and the Tang knife in his hand cut off the enemy's head.

The two remaining enemies rushed over with a grin, preparing to kill this guy who looked like a general of the Ming army.

Fang Xing didn't even have time to draw his gun, and was facing a siege from both sides.

"Clang! Clang!"

"hiss!"

After blocking the two swords, Fang Xing felt twitching and painful at the waist, and felt a little moist.

The enemy's hideous face was filled with joy, and Fang Xing was already in crisis...

This is the biggest crisis that Fang Xing has encountered in his past and present lives!

In an instant, Fang Xing shouted desperately: "Let's go to death together!"

Accompanied by the harsh drink, Fang Xing didn't avoid the saber that slashed at his neck at all, and slashed directly, with the target also being the opponent's neck.

See who of us is faster!

Fang Xing's face was also hideous. At this moment, his mind was just thinking about killing this enemy. As for the other guy who was wielding a saber, he simply couldn't take care of it.

Old Seven!

Fang Xing just screamed in his heart.

"Master!"

He almost felt the cold light of the blade on his neck, but behind him came the sound of crashing to the ground, followed by Xin Laoqi's cry.

"laugh!"

Fang Xing closed his eyes, feeling that Tang Dao encountered some resistance, and then cut something open.

Ding!

what! I'm not dead?

Fang Xing only felt that the junction between the visor and the half-length armor was lightly cut with a saber, but his head stayed well on his neck.

"Brother Dehua!"

Fang Xing's body shook, and when he opened his eyes he saw Zhu Zhanji who was holding a knife smirking, his face was splashed with blood, looking at the red and white.

"Get down!"

Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing throw a Tang Dao towards him, and he leaned on his horse without hesitation, and then he felt a chill in his back.

The enemy rider who was about to kill Zhu Zhanji from behind was not pierced by the knife thrown by Fang Xing, but was pierced by Xin Laoqi's throat, and then was stabbed by Liu Pu who had been beating soy sauce.

Fang Xing glared at Zhu Zhanji, then turned around and said to Xin Laoqi: "Lao Qi, fortunately you are here, gather the people and line up immediately."

Xin Laoqi arrived in time just now and killed the enemy cavalry attacking from the side, saving Fang Xing's life.

Xin Laoqi only felt that his back was soaked. If he had taken a half step earlier, Fang Xing's head would have been lost.

Just now the enemy rider was holding a heavy knife, and Fang Xing's visor couldn't stop it at all!

As for Zhu Zhanji, Xin Laoqi just went smoothly. This simple man only knows to protect his young master. As for the others, that is the second goal.

"Array!"

The Seventh Empress Xin roared in fear, and he frowned at the heavy riding deputy Qianhu who came over and said: "You wait and go to the rear to line up and wait for the military order."

Vice Qianhu was a little unconvinced, but he thought that he was a step late just now, and almost put His Royal Highness Taisun in danger, so he had to lead the horse to the back of the Musketeers who had begun to line up.

Heavy cavalry cannot ride horses when they are not in combat, otherwise the horses will be weak when they rush into battle.

"Line up, line up!"

Dong Pi was also injured. His left arm was bleeding downward, but he still roared fiercely, urging hundreds of households to stand in line.

At this time, Zhu Fang had stopped the trebuchet attack, and could not speak while looking at the gunpowder in front of him.

To be honest, when the gun smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the corpses of the people and horses that had been bombed beyond recognition, ordinary people were really seldom shocked.

"good!"

Zhu Di saw that the remaining Vala people all stepped back, and saw Zhu Zhanji jumping alive, so he put down the telescope and looked at the front battlefield.

The left wing is still stalemate, and the offensive of the right wing has been stopped by the Oalas, and both sides are in a stalemate except for the middle.

Liu Jiang's horse was shot to death. He simply jumped off the horse and plunged into the enemy's pile with a roar.

The scene of this kind of melee, the Shenji camp was at a loss, and had to retreat to the second line. Liu Sheng looked at the battlefield in front of him with regret, and took the opportunity to replenish gunpowder and deal with the wounded.

But Liu Pu only scored a knife today. Before that, he was full of ambitions to gain military exploits on this battlefield, but now he was poured cold water by reality.

He numbly watched Fang Xing tear open his upper body clothes, revealing the open wound on his left waist, and his entire lower body was soaked with blood. He was worried at the same time ~lightnovelpub.net~ and couldn't help kneeling anymore. Vomiting on the ground.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and asked Zhu Zhanji to sprinkle the powder on the wound. After seeing Liu Pu's reaction, he smiled and said: "If you vomit, you will get used to vomiting. Next year, the pastures on this land will definitely grow special... ok! hiss……"

Zhu Zhanji sprinkled the medicine, sweating heavily, and then took the gauze that Fang Xing handed over, bandaged the wound vigorously, and finally wrapped it around his waist a few times.

Fang Xing's body was soaked with sweat, he comforted: "Don't worry, don't worry."

Zhu Zhanji felt that his eyes were a little hot, so he lowered his head to hide it. When he raised his head again, he found that Fang Xing had already come to the front.

The Oara people in front had retreated like a tide, which gave Fang Xing time to reorganize the gun array.

　　

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