Creation Color Master

At this moment, Suzhou's main coach Lin Yuan and famous general Dong Cheng were both entangled in the battle and were unable to spare any time.

Looking at the battlefield again, at this moment the Liangshan soldiers still maintain their unstoppable fighting spirit. The various types of soldiers cooperate well with each other, and the shields, spears, swords, bows and crossbows play their respective advantages in the battle.

On the other hand, the Suzhou troops seemed to be in a state of defeat, with soldiers falling to the ground one after another.

Chen Bing, who had been staying in the rear, was already extremely anxious at this moment. As a cavalry general who was leading the battle, he had the elite 30,000 soldiers under his command, and they were a powerful force that could turn the tide of the battle.

But now his own troops are in a state of defeat, and the commander Lin Yuan is entangled by local generals and has been slow to give orders. How can he not be anxious?

Seeing his former companions and brothers falling to the ground on the battlefield and forever buried under the vast yellow sand, Chen Bing felt a surge of anger in his heart.

With red eyes he looked at the coach Lin Yuan who was fighting with a sword in mid-air. At this moment, Chen Bing hoped that Lin Yuan could give him a look. He was hoping and praying like this.

Finally, Lin Yuan, who never forgot to pay attention to the battlefield, faced a great crisis. Seeing that his side was gradually losing ground, he knew that it was time to use his hidden trump card.

Lin Yuan, who blocked Li Kui's attack, took the opportunity to give Chen Bing a deep look.

That’s enough, just having this look is enough. He finally got the look he wanted, and Chen Bing roared in his heart.

"Brothers, it's time for us to take action. It's time to let the Liangshan bandits see what we are capable of."

"Suzhou Iron Cavalry, follow me closely. The enemy is right before our eyes. It is time to make achievements. Follow me and crush them. Kill them!"

Chen Bing rode a white warhorse and took the lead, leading his cavalry to move out together, like a black torrent, rushing straight to the battlefield.

"Boom--"

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, so powerful, and what came towards us was the murderous aura of iron cavalry and swords.

Zhu Wu, the military strategist who had been sitting in the center of the army, saw this and said with a smile on his face, "Coach Xu, the enemy's cavalry has moved out. It's time to show us your unique skills and let us all see them."

Xu Ning looked at the Suzhou cavalry raising thick smoke, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "My brothers, just wait and see."

After saying that, his figure flashed and appeared in front of the galloping Suzhou cavalry.

The air was filled with smoke, and the sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing were so deafening that it hurt people's eardrums. Xu Ning, wearing goose-feather armor and holding a hook-sickle spear, stood alone in front of thousands of troops. His eyes were like lightning, staring at the Suzhou cavalry that was rushing towards him like a tide.

In the cavalry formation, Chen Bing rushed forward first, holding his spear high. The cavalry behind him rushed towards Xu Ning who was standing in front like a hurricane.

In front of such fierce cavalry, a person would be killed under the horses' hooves in an instant and trampled into meat paste in a moment.

Looking at the fiercely charging cavalry, Xu Ning could faintly see the military token flashing above his head.

"Hook-and-sickle evil soldiers, come out!"

Following Xu Ning's loud shout, three thousand hook-and-sickle soldiers appeared in the open space behind him. They were all wearing goose-feather armor and holding hook-and-sickle spears, and they looked like Xu Ning carved from the same mold.

"Hook-and-Sickle Spear Formation, Fast"

Xu Ning gave the order slowly, and then threw the hook-sickle spear in his hand fiercely at the Suzhou cavalry.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—”

The next second, three thousand hook-and-sickle spears flew into the charging Suzhou cavalry formation like a rain of arrows, and some unlucky people were directly killed by the flying hook-and-sickle spears.

Chen Bing thought Xu Ning was sent to stop them from providing support on the battlefield, so he shouted, "Don't panic, follow me and charge forward to provide support on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he used the spear in his hand to shoot down the flying hook-and-sickle spears one by one.

The cavalrymen who heard the order just followed Chen Bing and charged forward, but ignored the iron chain connected to the tail end of the hook-and-sickle spear.

"Hook and sickle evil soldier, photographed"

As the order was given again, everyone retracted the chains, and the hook-sickle spears moved rapidly in the cavalry's formation. The cold hooks, curved like a crescent moon, easily cut off the horses' hooves.

In an instant, the galloping Suzhou cavalry were thrown off their horses, the ground was covered with flying dust, and the horses neighed and people shouted in chaos.

Chen Bing, covered in dust, got up from the ground and shouted loudly to reorganize the formation.

Seeing Xu Ning blocking the road, Chen Bing was like an ant on a hot pot. He got on a warhorse and shouted loudly, "Those whose warhorses are intact, follow me to charge and kill the people blocking the road first."

Chen Bing led the charge, and the Suzhou cavalry behind him waved their swords and shouted as they surrounded Xu Ning.

Xu Ning showed no fear, his legs firmly controlled the horse, and the hook-sickle spear in his hand flew up and down. The unique structure of the hook-sickle spear was fully utilized in his hands, the spear tip stabbed, the barb pulled, and each move was precise and fierce.

Sometimes he used the tip of his spear to pry away the enemy's long sword, sometimes he used his hook to hook the enemy's arm and drag him to the ground, and sometimes he swung the sickle to cut off the horse's legs. For a moment, the charging cavalry screamed and fell in front of Xu Ning's horse.

More and more cavalrymen had finished their reorganization and, seeing this, they gathered around, trying to overwhelm Xu Ning with their numerical advantage.

Facing the surging cavalry charge, Xu Ning took a deep breath, squeezed his legs hard on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed as it rushed into the enemy formation.

He aimed at a horse's leg, and quickly thrust out the sickle spear. The barb on the spear hooked the horse's leg and pulled it hard. The severe pain made the warhorse neigh and kneel on its front legs. The cavalryman on the horse was thrown out, fell heavily to the ground, and was trampled to death by other war horses.

Xu Ning's face was unusually calm as he moved freely among the enemy cavalry. He seemed to be getting braver as the battle went on. The hook-sickle spear in his hand seemed to have a spirit, flying up and down in his hand. The spear flowers that were produced looked like silver snakes dancing wildly.

Every move of Xu Ning's hook-and-sickle spear technique fully demonstrated his general style, causing the originally aggressive enemy army to become disorganized and their morale to drop under Xu Ning's hook-and-sickle spear.

On the other hand, Xu Ning seemed to be in an empty space, charging left and right, and wherever he went, the enemy soldiers were killed one after another.

The cold light of the hook-and-sickle spear flickered in the rain of blood. Every time it was swung, a cavalryman died. The enemy was frightened by Xu Ning's bravery, and the momentum of the attack was gradually curbed.

Seeing that so many people were unable to do anything to Xu Ning, Chen Bing gritted his teeth and used his military powers to kill Xu Ning.

Looking at the rushing Chen Bing, Xu Ning curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile. He calmly dodged to the side to avoid the fierce attack, and then swung the hook-sickle spear. The barb on the spear body wrapped around the enemy general's spear like a spirit snake.

With just a strong pull, the advantage of the hook-sickle spear was brought into play. Chen Bing felt a huge force coming and the spear in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

Xu Ning turned the gun and pushed it forward. The tip of the gun went straight to the enemy's throat like a meteor. Chen Bing's eyes widened, and before he could react, he was stabbed by the gun. Blood splattered and he fell off his horse and died.

The enemy general was killed, and Xu Ning's hook-and-sickle soldiers began to massacre the Suzhou cavalry.

After the brutal battle, no one from Suzhou's cavalry survived.

Xu Ning stood in front of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood with a gun in hand, and behind him were three thousand hook-and-scythe soldiers with fierce momentum.

He skillfully used the hook and sickle to defeat the enemy cavalry, and his shining golden spear built his merits.

Looking at the defeated enemy army, a determined smile appeared on his face, and the hook-and-sickle spear shone with the light of victory in the sunlight.