Chapter 1370
"Report, Your Excellency, Liu Zongmin has been killed!"
Ye Bu Shui rushed out of the darkness and reported the battle before he could dismount.
Ying Yi heard this and stood up, looked up for a moment, and said, "Go and tell Zhang Shi, give me a close monitoring of the direction of Yuzhou, and report immediately if there is any situation."
"Here!"
Ying Yi shouted: "Zhou Li!"
"The subordinate is here!" Zhou Li took a deep breath, beat his chest and stood upright, his eyes showing a firm light .
"You brought a thousand people around the right and brought Liu Zongmin's artillery array to me."
"Yes, sir!"
"Zhu Bingkun!"
"Subordinates are here."
"You brought a thousand people to fight Zuo Menggeng."
"Here!"
"The rest of the people pull the tiger squat gun and follow me." Ying Yi turned on his horse, shouted: "We are surrounded by three sides, let me be smart and listen to my orders."
" Here!"
"Let's go!"
The battle between tens of thousands of horses and horses was so tragic that both sides almost gave up their lives, which is really rare. Whether it is Zuo Liangyu's army or rogue thieves, the will to fight is extremely weak, but here, they are entangled in death.
That 'two million silver tael' is the core. However, apart from this, both sides have reasons for having to decide the winner. Zuo Liangyu cared about Zuo Menggeng, Hao Yaoqi cared about giving an explanation to the thief, and Liu Zongmin didn't want to lose, he wanted everything.
However, when the third party came out, everything changed.
Ying Yi led more than a thousand people, dragged twenty-five tiger squatting guns, quickly bypassed the battlefield of Zuo Menggeng and Hao Yaoqi, and went straight to Zuo Liangyu's army.
The battlefield was chaotic, and the arrival of Ying Yi's troops was not without traces, but it failed to attract the attention of the other two parties. They all thought it was the enemy's rebels.
A few hundred meters away, Ying Yi's unstoppable eyesight in the dark night had already seen the condition of Zuo Liangyu's army. Zuo Liangyu personally led 3,000 servants to fight with Liu Zongmin's 2,000 old thief. More than 5,000 elites did not distinguish each other, and the shouting was extremely fierce. Zuo Liangyu Zhongjun also has 8,000 infantrymen. Among these 8,000 infantrymen, 2,000 of them protect the artillery formation. The others are scattered in a group. Arrows and guns were shot and killed, some of them went to Liu Zongmin's artillery formation under the fire, and the rest cooperated with the servant team led by Zuo Liangyu to slowly oppress the living space of the old thief led by Liu Zongmin.
Ying Yi had a clear view of the battlefield, and combined with the news that he had not received the night before, he already knew the truth.
"Zuo Liangyu brought 20,000 troops, and there are eight or nine thousand entangled with Hao Yaoqi's robbers, here is all that is left. In this way, plus Zuo Menggeng's 15,000 men, Zuo Liangyu almost came out. Yuzhou also has up to 5,000 people guarding..."
"Very good..."
Ying Yi felt relieved, shouted: "Quickly. Quickly set up artillery formations and get ready."
And he said to the messengers: "I will enter the enemy line in a while, and I will definitely be able to capture Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin. It's time to listen to my orders. When I kill and capture these two, I will bombard them with artillery."
"Here!"
Ying Yi finished speaking, without saying a word, swung the big sword, and the strength under the foot Blast. The whole person is like a huge cannonball, slamming through the air, making a violent roar, and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the distance of several hundred meters and entered Zuo Liangyu's army.
Behind the scenes, more than a thousand soldiers looked like gods, their eyes lit up with excitement, and their morale was boosted.
The knife in Ying Yi's hand weighs more than 100 kilograms. He is also tall and big, and an ordinary warhorse can no longer support him on the battlefield, so he can only rely on one pair of legs.
Ying Yi rushed into the left army, and the sound of the explosion in the air behind him came, and saw the blade light suddenly appear, the two-meter-long sword was swung, like a crescent moon, and the people and horses were broken wherever it passed. .
blade light is fast as lightning, its power is like a tide, the waning moon turns into a ball of cold light Blink, and the air bursts, like a bomb explosion, stirring up waves of air visible to naked eyes, shattering people and horses The corpse rolls are flying all over the sky.
No matter what, nothing can stop Ying Yi's footsteps, such as a plow between Heaven and Earth, instantly tearing apart Zuo Liangyu's scattered army, blade light rolling, I don't know how many people were killed, Before Zuo Liangyu could react, Ying Yi had already killed Zuo Liangyu's artillery formation.
Dozens of gunners died under Ying Yi's sword in a few breaths. Cannons weighing hundreds of pounds and thousands of jins were overturned to the ground as if Ying Yi lifted the mats, and the cannon array was misfired.
Crushing over the artillery formation, Ying Yi turned the blade light and looked at the entangled battlefield led by Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin. He stomped his feet on the ground and made two deep footprints. With the help of this huge force, he jumped several ten feet high, the blade light was with him, and the flying arrows could not get close at all, and he fell into the chaos of the army after a few ups and downs. middle.
At the same time as the ups and downs, he had already seen the chaotic battlefield in his eyes. The last landing, right next to Zuo Liangyu, before Zuo Liangyu could react, he raised his hand and slashed his head with a knife.
Ying Yi stretched out his arms and grabbed Zuo Liangyu's flying head and threw it into the air. At the same time, he came to Liu Zongmin's side, chopped off Liu Zongmin's head with a knife, and kicked it with a kick.
At the right moment, Zuo Liangyu's head fell, Ying Yi raised his foot again, and the two heads undulated in midair like a juggling act.
"Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin are dead. The bandits, officers and soldiers, those who surrender and surrender, don't kill them!"
This shouted out loudly, like a thunderclap on a dry day, shaking the surrounding area The minds of the rebels within several hundred meters were buzzing, the nostrils and ears of the rebels within ten-twenty meters were bleeding, and their minds went blank.
A huge sound wave exploded, and the sound of fighting on the entire battlefield was suppressed.
At this moment, the battlefield faces the Baihe Valley, the right side of the battlefield is the direction of Liu Zongmin's artillery array, and the left side is the direction of Zuo Liangyu's army several hundred meters away, and heaven is heard from three sides at the same time. The shout of shaking, earth shattering: "The thieves, the officers and soldiers, the disarmed and surrendered, don't kill!"
Then the left cannon sounded, a series of more than 20 cannonballs, and locust-like shrapnel Hiding the sky and covering the earth Called, Zuo Liangyu's army suddenly screamed in front of the soldiers in the direction of Ying Yi's artillery formation.
Ying Yi kept in his hands, shouted again and again, the sound was like thunder, and the blade light was even more incessant. Liu Zongmin's old thief and Zuo Liangyu's servant were involved in the blade light one after another. The voices of three sides persuaded to surrender are also gradually approaching, and the entire battlefield is in an instant chaos.
"Zuo Shuai is dead!"
"Zhangpanzi is dead, Zhangpanzi!"
Whether it's the thieves or officers and soldiers who are fighting, all of a sudden All stunned.
"Disarm, don't kill!"
Three thousand-person phalanxes came out of the darkness, walking neatly, kicking the ground, and the momentum was terrifying. The long spear is like a forest, and there are fleeing people approaching, and they are instantly stabbed and killed.
"Come down! Come down!"
Someone squatted down after throwing away their weapons, shouting hoarsely, for fear of being killed. There are also those who fled wildly, and this kind of death is often miserable.
Zhou Li was approaching, and he was in the center of the front row, with his long spear in his hand, when a random soldier rushed forward, and he poked his guns to kill him on the spot.
"Press your position, don't panic, don't mess up!"
He shouted as he moved forward: "Pay attention to cooperation and remember the formation during training!"
"Shout together: Disarm, don't kill!"