Chapter ninety-nine: Killing

"Report, sir, Liu Zongmin has arrived!"

Ye Bushou rushed out of the darkness and reported the battle situation before he could dismount his horse.

After hearing the words, Ying Yi stood up, raised his eyes and looked for a moment, and said: "Go and tell Zhang Shi to closely monitor the direction of Yuzhou and report immediately if there is any situation."

"Here!"

Ying Yi shouted: "Zhou Li!"

"My subordinate is here!" Zhou Li took a deep breath, beat his chest and stood upright, with a determined light in his eyes.

"Take a thousand people around to the right and bring me Liu Zongmin's artillery array."

"Yes, sir!"

"Zhu Bingkun!"

"My subordinate is here."

"You lead a thousand men to fight against Zuo Mengeng."

"Here!"

"The rest of you will pull up the Tiger Crouching Cannon and follow me." Ying Yi got on his horse and shouted, "We are surrounded on three sides, so be smart and listen to my orders."

"Here!"

"Walk!"

The fierce battle between tens of thousands of people and horses, with both sides almost risking their lives, is really rare. Whether it is Zuo Liangyu's army or the bandits, their fighting will is extremely weak, but here, they are entangled and refuse to give in.

The ‘two million taels of silver’ is the core. However, beyond that, both sides have reasons for having to decide the winner. What Zuo Liangyu cares about is Zuo Mengeng, what Hao Yaoqi cares about is giving an explanation to the intruder, and Liu Zongmin doesn't want to lose, he wants everything.

However, when the third party came out, everything turned around.

Ying Yi led more than a thousand men and dragged twenty-five squatting tiger cannons, quickly bypassed the battlefield of Zuo Mengeng and Hao Yaoqi, and went straight to Zuo Liangyu's middle 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 they were rebel soldiers from the other side.

A few hundred meters away, Ying Yi's unstoppable eyesight in the dark night had already seen the situation of Zuo Liangyu's army. Zuo Liangyu personally led 3,000 servants to fight with Liu Zongmin's 2,000 old thieves. More than 5,000 elites did not distinguish between each other, and the shouts of killing were extremely fierce. There are still 8,000 infantrymen in Zuo Liangyu's Chinese army. Among these 8,000 infantrymen, two thousand protecting the artillery array are still in order, while the others are scattered in a mess. Some are like headless flies bumping into each other on the battlefield, being flown around. They shot the arrows and cannons that went out, and some of them went to Liu Zongmin's artillery array under the gunfire, while the remaining part cooperated with the team of servants led by Zuo Liangyu to slowly suppress the living space of the old thieves led by Liu Zongmin.

Ying Yi saw the battlefield clearly, and combined with the continuous news he received the night before, he was confident.

"Zuo Liangyu brought 20,000 troops, and eight or nine thousand were entangled with Hao Yaoqi's bandits. Here is all that is left. In this way, plus Zuo Menggeng's 15,000 troops, Zuo Liangyu is almost overwhelmed. and go out. There are still at most five thousand people guarding Yuzhou..."

"very good..."

Ying Yi felt relieved and shouted: "Set up the artillery array quickly and get ready."

Then he said to the messenger: "I will rush into the enemy's formation later and I will be able to capture Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin. Now listen to my orders. Once I kill and capture these two people, I will launch a cannon attack."

"Here!"

After Ying Yi finished speaking, without saying a word, he swung the sword and exploded with power under his feet. The whole person was like a huge cannonball, slamming through the air and making a violent roar. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of several hundred meters and entered Zuo Liangyu's army.

Behind the scenes, more than a thousand soldiers looked upon him like a god, their eyes shining with excitement, and their morale was greatly boosted.

The knife in Ying Yi's hand weighs more than a hundred kilograms. He is also very tall. An ordinary war horse can no longer support him galloping on the battlefield, so he can only rely on one pair of legs.

When Ying Yi charged into the left army, there was an explosion in the air behind him, and then he saw the light of the sword suddenly appear. The two-meter-long sword was swung like a crescent moon, and people and horses were shattered wherever it passed.

The sword light was as fast as lightning and as powerful as the tide. The waning moon turned into a ball of cold light, and the air exploded, like a bomb exploding, stirring up air waves visible to the naked eye, sending the bodies of men and horses flying all over the sky.

No matter what, nothing could stop Ying Yi's footsteps. Like a plow between heaven and earth, he tore apart Zuo Liangyu's scattered military formation in an instant. The sword flashed and he killed an unknown number of people. Before Zuo Liangyu could react, Ying Yi had already reached Zuo Liangyu's artillery array.

Dozens of gunners were all killed by Ying Yi's knife within a few breaths. Cannons weighing hundreds of kilograms or even thousands of kilograms were knocked to the ground by Ying Yi like lifting mats, and the artillery array went silent.

After crushing the artillery array, Ying Yi turned his sword and looked at the entangled elites led by Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin to kill on the battlefield. He stamped his feet and made two deep footprints on the ground. With the help of this huge force, he jumped several feet high. The sword flashed with him, and the flying arrows could not get close at all. After a few ups and downs, he fell into the rebel army. .

While rising and falling, he had already seen the chaotic battlefield in his eyes. The last one fell right next to Zuo Liangyu. Before Zuo Liangyu could react, he raised his hand and cut off his head with a knife.

Ying Yi stretched out his arms, grabbed Zuo Liangyu's flying head and threw it into the air. With a few ups and downs at the same time, he came to Liu Zongmin's side, chopped off Liu Zongmin's head with a knife, and kicked him up.

At the right time, Zuo Liangyu's head fell down, and Ying Yi raised it and kicked it again. The two heads were rising and falling in the air like a juggling act.

"Zuo Liangyu and Liu Zongmin are dead. The thieves and officers and soldiers who have surrendered will not be killed!"

This violent shout was like a thunderclap on a dry land. It shook the heads of the rebel soldiers within a few hundred meters. The nostrils and ears of the rebel soldiers within ten or twenty meters were bleeding, and their minds went blank.

A huge sound exploded, and the sound of fighting on the entire battlefield was suppressed.

At this time, earth-shattering shouts came from three sides at the same time: "Thieves, thieves, Officers and soldiers, those who surrender will not be killed!"

Then, artillery fire rang out on the left, a series of more than 20 gunshots, and locust-like scattered bullets came overwhelmingly. Zuo Liangyu's soldiers in the direction of Yingyi's artillery formation screamed in agony.

Ying Yi kept holding on, shouting loudly, making thunderous sounds, and the swords flashed even more continuously. Liu Zongmin's old thief and Zuo Liangyu's servant were involved in the lives of one after another in the swords. The voices urging surrender from three sides were gradually approaching, and the entire battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

"Shuai Zuo is dead!"

"The master is dead, the master!"

Both the bandits and the officers and soldiers who were fighting were stunned for a moment.

"Disarm without killing!"

Three thousand-man phalanxes came out of the darkness, marching in neat steps, shaking the ground with their kicks, and their momentum was terrifying. There was a forest of spears, and any fleeing men who approached were killed in an instant.

"It's down! It's down!"

Some people lost their weapons and squatted down, shouting at the top of their lungs for fear of being killed. There are also those who run away in a frenzy, which often lead to miserable deaths.

Zhou Li led the formation and approached. He was in the center of the front row, holding a spear in his hand and pointing it in front of him. A random soldier rushed towards him and stabbed him with his spear, killing him on the spot.

"Hold on, don't panic, don't be chaotic!"

As he advanced, he shouted: "Pay attention to cooperation and remember the formation during training!"

"Shout together: Disarm and not kill!"