That night, Wang Lun led his troops out and headed straight for the five villages outside Zengtou City.
The west stockade was guarded by the eldest son of the Zeng family, Zeng Tu. However, he was not here at the moment. Two brothers of the Zeng family had died, and his eldest brother was holding a funeral in the Zeng family's manor. He only asked his subordinates to guard the place.
When Lu Wenlong charged in, the leader of the able-bodied men had not even put on his clothes properly. He ran out with disheveled hair and was hit by Lu Wenlong's spear. The panicking soldiers instantly lost their fighting spirit. There was no other way. The leader was dead. No one could block the two spears in Lu Wenlong's hands for half a round. The horse was also fast. Often, when you saw the person not far away, before you could react, you would only feel a chill in your throat. Like a whirlwind, Lu Wenlong disappeared again.
The unpredictable and lightning-fast fighting style quickly caused chaos in the west stockade. Lu Wenlong saw that it was easy to break through the stockade, so he simply left half of the minions to continue chasing after the people who were left alone. He led the rest of the troops and directly rushed to the middle stockade.
Mi Mo, who was attacking the North Stronghold, was not so lucky. As soon as he rushed in, he bumped into the short third son of the Zeng family, Zeng Suo, who was wielding a three-pronged trident. When he met Mi Mo, his eyes turned red when he saw his enemy. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and stabbed him in the chest.
Instead of being angry, Mi Mo was happy. This time, he finally bumped into a big fish.
Big Axe was not to be outdone either. He moved left and right, not leaving Zeng Suo's side. After three to five moves, the West Stronghold's anger was reflected in the air, turning it red.
Zeng Suo panicked, and his men lost their composure. With a loud shout, Mi Mo raised his spirits and chopped him and his horse into two.
The subordinates immediately became spirited and shouted in unison. Immediately, the remaining North Stronghold troops were surrounded. The ratio of one to one was unexpectedly increased by the Liangshan Army to ten to one.
Yuan Lang, who was attacking the southern stockade, did not advance very smoothly. Before he even got close to the stockade, he bumped into a general. This general was about nine feet tall, his face was slightly pale, and his three strands of beard were black as ink. He had broad shoulders and a round waist, and his eyes were bright. He looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old.
Yuan Lang examined it carefully and couldn't help but be furious. He held a Heavenly Halberd in his hand and sat on the Curly Hair Dusk Stallion that had accompanied him for five to six years!
The horse was also psychic. When it saw its old master, it didn't listen to the general's orders and galloped towards Yuan Lang.
That general was also a skilled archer and horse rider. He forcefully stopped the horse from galloping and couldn't help but ask,"Who are you?"
"Yuan Lang of Liang Mountain! He's also the owner of your horse!"
The general's originally fair face turned slightly red as he coughed lightly and said,""I am Shi Wengong, a teacher from Zengtou City. Let's not talk about whether this horse is yours or not. You, Liangshan, have invaded my Zengtou City for no reason…"
"Bah! Turning black into white!" Yuan Lang angrily spat and spurred his horse forward, shouting,"Don't talk nonsense! If you return my BMW, I'll spare your life!”
Shi Wengong saw Yuan Lang's ferocious momentum, so he tilted his head to dodge Yuan Lang's left hand steel claw. The halberd in his hand swung out, and the two of them instantly tangled together.
Yuan Lang's fine iron double clashing power is strong and heavy. He opens his bow from left to right and is as fast as a storm. Shi Wengong's Heavenly Halberd was exquisite and exquisite. It slashed and swept with the wind of Wen Hou!
The two of them fought for more than a hundred rounds. Yuan Lang was getting impatient. With a loud shout, he let go of his left hand and used the steel claw as a hidden weapon to smash the other party's face.
The two horses passed by each other. Shi Wengong hurriedly used the Iron Plate Bridge on his horse and dodged it. After riding for a dozen steps, he took off the iron bow at his waist, nocked an arrow, and shot at Yuan Lang's face!
Yuan Lang saw the black dot in front of him getting bigger and bigger. When he reacted and wanted to dodge, it was too late!
Forget it, he still died in Zengtou City. Yuan Lang's heart sank. He didn't want to do that useless thing, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.
Ding! Yuan Lang quickly opened his eyes and saw that the arrow had already fallen to the ground. Not far away, a general stood coldly. It was the cold-faced archer god of Liangshan, Zhe Bie!
Shi Wengong was shocked. Among his skills, his archery was the most important. He had never failed since he started his career. An expert would judge an expert. With his eyes, he could naturally see that Zhe Bie's archery was exquisite and not inferior to his!
"Good man, take this arrow!" Shi Wengong was delighted to see the prey. He couldn't care less about Yuan Lang and returned to his original formation. The iron arrows in his hands continuously shot at Zhe Bie.
The Chain Arrows, Meteor Chasing Moon Arrows, and Split Plum Blossom Arrows became more and more varied, and the speed of the arrows became faster and faster. Towards the end, there was only the sound of arrows in the air!
Zhe Bie was completely different from him. The bow in his hand was not as fancy as Shi Wengong's. He just pulled the bowstring one arrow at a time and casually shot down Shi Wengong's arrows one by one.
The quiver of iron arrows was quickly emptied. Shi Wengong was an expert after all. He could already tell that Zhe Bie's shooting technique was not fancy and did not look good. However, it returned to its original state. Every casual arrow had an inexplicable aura!
"Retreat!" Shi Wengong made a prompt decision. He knew that he was no match for that man in terms of archery. Moreover, there was still Yuan Lang who was not much weaker than him. It was impossible for him to win this match.
"Where are you going!" Yuan Lang finally saw his own horse, so how could he let it go so easily? As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to ride his horse to chase after it, but five or six people beside him had already passed Yuan Lang and chased after him.
Shi Wengong was furious. He was good at archery and had always hung a double quiver at his waist. Seeing that someone was chasing him, he immediately pulled out three iron arrows. With a swoosh, the three people fell to the ground!
The others were shocked and sat down on their horses. Before they could react, they felt a chill in their throats and fell down.
He shot two arrows and killed six people. Each arrow hit the throat. Other than Zhe Bie, how could Shi Wengong's archery be underestimated?
Zhe Bie had originally felt some sympathy for this fellow, but seeing that he had killed six Liangshan brothers in a blink of an eye, he flew into a rage and shot an arrow straight at the other party's back!
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