Tang Dayan's scalp was numb from the gaze.

He looked at the dense crowd of people protecting him in front of him and temporarily felt at ease.

Tang Dahuan stepped back and said: "Come on, kill this kid who talks arrogantly first!"

"Archers prepare!"

The people guarding in front also raised their weapons and wanted to attack Zhao Ce.

However, as their movements became sluggish, even the movement of raising their weapons became much sluggish.

The horse under his crotch was also breathing heavily and seemed a little tired.

"Run!"

"drive!"

Someone kept whipping his horse, trying to get it to run.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ce had rushed to the front of the crowd.

A group of people watched helplessly as he waved the spear in his hand, and in an instant he shot away the people in front of him.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The people behind him hurriedly raised their weapons, weakly trying to resist.

Many of them were yawning and sniffing their noses that were about to flow to their mouths.

Zhao Ce pulled the reins, turned slightly and nimbly, and swept the spear in his hand, hitting everyone's weapons.

Those who were holding weapons to resist felt their hands shake. Many of them could not hold their weapons tightly and fell to the ground.

By the time they reacted, the old but polished spear was already in front of them.

puff!!!

The spear swept from left to back. Half of the face of the person on the far left collapsed in an instant, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

The head that was swept away with great force hit the head of the person next to him, and most of the people in the row were blown away in an instant.

Screams were heard everywhere, and before everyone had time to react, Zhao Ce said "drive" and used the same trick again, instantly knocking away the remaining row of people.

The sun broke through the clouds and completely illuminated the ground.

The thick smoke nearby was slowly blown away, and the horrified faces of the rebels in the front row appeared in front of Zhao Ce one by one.

These people looked at the brothers in the front two rows who were instantly knocked away. They swallowed their saliva in unison and looked at the elegant young man in front of them in surprise.

Those slender fingers were obviously prettier than everyone else present.

But with a spear, they could easily be beaten away.

"General, General, spare your life..."

The rebels who were pushed to the front to guard began to beg for mercy subconsciously.

Seeing this scene, the companions behind Zhao Ce also became more confident.

They had heard of Zhao Ce's famous name before, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that the "God of War of the Ming Dynasty" in everyone's mouth was not in vain!

Zhao Ce didn't wait for the crowd to react, raised his spear again, and charged towards the crowd.

Wherever he swung the spear in his hand, screams broke out everywhere.

The people behind Zhao Ce also followed and rushed over with great momentum.

This group of people had smoked so much white smoke that they could hardly even lift weapons to resist.

Even if there are some individuals with strong drug resistance, Zhao Ce is not afraid at all!

He was like a god of murder, forcibly opening a path wherever he went!

The archers arranged by Tang Dahuan all set up their bows and aimed at Zhao Ce who was running in front.

However, their dull fingers were completely unable to pull the bow and arrow, which was usually difficult to pull open!

With great difficulty, someone drew the bow, and the shot was less than two feet away before it fell to the ground.

The arrow feathers that fell sideways to the ground did not hit the killing god in front, but attracted the attention of King Yama.

Zhao Ce reached out and wiped a drop of blood on his face, and then said to the people fighting on the side: "Get rid of these archers first!"

A small group of troops without horses poured out from the side. They held the big swords in their hands and slashed at the archers outside desperately.

These people's hands and feet were so weak that they had no time to care about the runny noses flowing to their mouths.

The hundreds of defenders were all red-eyed and showed no fear at all when faced with enemies that were dozens of times more numerous than them.

The team of thousands of people was instantly dispersed by these 100 people.

People were all over the scene, and the sounds of wailing and running away could be heard all the time.

Tang Dahuan looked at the scene in front of him and fled back to the military advisor in embarrassment.

"Military advisor, what should we do now?"

The military advisor looked at Zhao Ce and was too shocked to recover.

He naturally knew Zhao Ce's name clearly.

A scholar first took care of a group of their vanguard.

Now, with about a hundred people, they have dispersed all the subsequent large forces?

What kind of scholar is this?

He considers himself to be an alternative among scholars. After all, he has read two military books.

But this scholar, he directly fights one against a hundred!

No......

Although the other party used dirty tricks, but now it seems that there are more than a hundred enemies...

The dog-headed military advisor said slowly, "What can we do? First, retreat!"

"We have more infantry, so let them push their equipment into the middle of the road to block it and buy time to escape."

However, the cavalry sent out earlier were basically in the other two teams. Only the people in the front of their large unit had horses to ride.

And those who had horses to ride were basically killed by Zhao Ce.

If you want to run, you will have to abandon the large army and run!

I had promised to arrange it before, and received compliments from everyone.

Now it is difficult for them to even run away and preserve the strength of the team!

Where can those people who have weak hands and feet and start staggering around when running go?

Not to mention, they don’t even have anyone to support them while riding on horses, they are just walking targets!

But at this time, he couldn't control so much. Tang Dahuan shouted: "Retreat!"

After saying that, he took his military advisor and took the lead on horseback.

Zhao Ce in the crowd heard his voice and "tsk" impatiently.

"Although these soldiers are slow in movement, they don't have much combat effectiveness."

"But everyone is still blocking the road like locusts, which is really annoying."

Zhao Ce turned the spear in his hand and swept away the row of people below again.

His eyes were as bright as a torch, staring at Tang Dahuan who was trying to escape in the crowd.

Zhao Ce pointed the spear forward and measured it with his eyes.

Then, he pulled back one arm and made a throwing motion.

With a "whoosh" sound, the spear passed over everyone's heads.

Tang Dahuan, who was escaping over there, only heard a sound breaking through the air.

Then, his hair foresaw the danger in advance, and it instantly became numb, as if the roots of his hair were standing on end.

"ah!"

There was a sharp pain, and Tang Dahuan felt that his scalp was pulled by a strong force, and his whole face was pulled out of shape.

Under the gaze of everyone, the spear passed through the bun on the top of Tang's temples and flew forward with him.

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound, and the spear, carrying Tang's hair, was inserted straight into the pillar of the siege vehicle that was about to be pushed up to block the road.

Tang Dayan's whole face was pressed against the car pillar, a sharp pain came from his forehead and nose, and nosebleeds spurted out in an instant.

Tang Dawan wailed loudly and exhaled in pain.

His scalp seemed to be torn apart, and the hair exploded from his scalp.

This incident caused everyone who still wanted to resist to become silent in an instant.

Zhao Ce grabbed a thief's weapon, clamped it into the horse's belly, and rushed forward.

He walked up to Tang DaHuan and cut off Tang DaHuan's hair bun with a knife. Then he swung the knife twice in his hand and looked at the silent people around him.
Chapter completed!