Call of the Deer

Chapter 304 Lian Po is old, a veteran general
Facing the Eastern Qin army who was like a tiger and wolf army, Zhang Ji had no fear on his face, his fierce eyes flashed with fire, and he stared angrily.

"Oh, a bunch of mobs, let me die."

Zhang Ji jumped on his horse and held his gun, looking down at the advancing East Qin army, and with a cold drink, he rushed into the East Qin army camp
The cold spear in his hand flickered with a cold light, and it flew across the sky at lightning speed, stabbing several East Qin soldiers to death in succession.

Suddenly Zhang Ji pulled the reins of the horse, and the horseman stood up, his front hooves broke through the wind, and trampled hard on the two fearless Eastern Qin soldiers.

In an instant, their chests were shattered, and a large puddle of donated blood spit out from their mouths, with internal organs mixed in.
With the joint efforts of Zhang Ji's men and horses, wherever they went, there was not a single enemy, and they all died tragically under Zhang Ji's spear and horse's iron hooves.
A group of Eastern Qin soldiers seemed to see ghosts and gods, their livers and gallbladders were torn, and they cowered, not daring to go forward, for fear that they would also be called a cold corpse
"Hmph, it really is a bunch of mobs, eggless cowards? Who dares to fight me."

Facing these fearful enemy soldiers, Zhang Ji smiled contemptuously in his eyes, with more fierce power and frivolous ridicule.

"Hmph, old thief Zhang Ji, don't be so rampant, I'm here to kill you, Hou Junji."

As the coach, Hou Junji naturally couldn't watch Zhang Ji's morale blow and remain indifferent.

"Kill me? A child with a yellow mouth dares to speak so boldly. You should go to the mother's womb to drink milk for another 20 years, hahaha"

Seeing Hou Junji resolutely coming out to fight, Zhang Ji narrowed his eyes and nodded imperceptibly, as he recognized Hou Junji, and then laughed loudly.

"Hmph, you are a dying old rotten tree, you dare to rely on the old to sell the old, and look down on this general. You must know that the back waves in the river push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. Don't break it in my hands."

As the commander-in-chief of an army, Hou Junji naturally had an extraordinary temper, and naturally he would not be so easily irritated by Zhang Ji.
"Hmph, you're still a yellow-mouthed kid with a sharp tongue, don't worry, the old man will teach you how to respect your seniors."

Seeing that Hou Junji was not provoked by him, Zhang Ji became angry, he admired him from the bottom of his heart, and thought: If Xiu'er has half of Hou Junji's concentration, that would be great.
"Hmph, stop his (mom) nonsense, you are a dog who is sold by the old, and you are not qualified to teach me."

"Looking for death, since you want to die with all your heart, then this old man will help you, just let me die."

Zhang Ji and Hou Junji's argument was to buy time for Zhang Xiu so that he could escape far away.

Hou Junji naturally saw through Zhang Ji's plan, but he had no intention of chasing Zhang Xiu.

Because Zhang Xiu wants to leave with all his heart, he really can't stop him
"Old man, that embroidery must have run away? Are you here to die?"

Hou Junji looked at the darkness in the distance, saw the startled crow, a trace of coldness emerged from the corner of his mouth, and smiled contemptuously.

"Uh, so you've already discovered it? It's really scary for young people."

Hearing this, Zhang Ji was taken aback, and then smiled wryly, looking rather embarrassed.

"Okay, Huang Kouer, although I am very grateful that you are merciful and let my nephew go, but I will not be merciful"

Zhang Ji then returned to his icy face, and the cold evil spirit gushed out of his body undisguisedly, quite compelling
"Hmph, don't be ashamed to say anything, it's not sure who will keep your hand."

The so-called Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, no one wants to admit that they are not as good as the other.

"Look at the knife, the Eight Desolation Fighting Knife, slashing across the Eight Desolation! Drink!"

Naturally, Hou Junji would not continue the stalemate, fearing that things might change, he wanted to end this battle as soon as possible.

As soon as he clamped the horse's belly, he rushed towards Zhang Ji angrily, holding a big knife, carrying the momentum of thunder, and slashed fiercely at Zhang Ji's head.

"Hmph, you dare to come out and make a fool of yourself, you really can't control yourself, let me die."

"The mad shark roars the gun, the ferocious waves are overwhelming!"

Seeing Hou Junji approaching with an angry roar, Zhang Ji snorted coldly, and smiled contemptuously with an icy chill appearing on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the long spear in his hand did not dare to delay, pierced a cold light like lightning, and forced towards Hou Junji.

The mounts in the hands of the two are indeed good horses for thousands of miles, quite satisfactory, carrying their respective masters, they rushed towards each other like lightning.

"Bah!"

"when!"

General Zhang Jidou's rich experience can be compared to that of a fledgling boy named Yuanfei Hou Junji.

The long spear shone brightly and was extremely swift. It stabbed fiercely three inches into the saber in Hou Junji's hand, instantly dispelling Hou Junji's thunderbolt.

"Hmph, yellow-mouthed boy, are you ready now?"

Zhang Ji stared at the ashen-faced Hou Junji with a teasing smile, but did not continue to attack.

"Hmph, isn't it just a battle-hardened experience, used to seeing life and death? What kind of a hero is it to make fun of others based on experience?"

Hou Junji gave a cold drink rather dissatisfied, but his face turned extremely serious.

"Hmph, today the old man has to teach you, a junior, to let you know what it means to be someone beyond others, hahaha."

Zhang Ji was not at all jealous of Hou Junji's words, and laughed sarcastically as he went his own way.

"Hmph, it's not certain who lives and who dies? Look at the knife."

"Eight Desolation Swords, swept the three armies."

No matter how calm Hou Junji was, he was still too young to avoid being provoked by Zhang Ji's words.

"Hey, don't you give up yet? Then you're shooting me."

"Mad shark roaring gun, raging waves, die for me"

Seeing that Hou Junji was not giving up, Zhang Ji's expression turned cold, he roared angrily, raised his gun and jumped on his horse, and killed the general.

No matter what, Zhang Ji is a veteran on the battlefield after all, not something Hou Junji, a melon egg, can compare with.

Comparing with each other, the two are at a disadvantage, being restrained everywhere, it is difficult to use the flat body martial arts, and it is quite ugly to hold back.

The two passed each other again and turned the horse's head. At this time, Hou Junji's tiger's mouth was broken, and the blood donation spread to the hilt of the knife.

Zhang Ji was unscathed, the only shortcoming was that he was already panting at this moment, after all he had fought Chai Shao once before.

At this time, it has come to the time when the new energy is not born and the successor is weak.

But Zhang Ji is already a person who puts life and death aside, so naturally he will not shrink back at this time, not to mention Hou Junji can't hold on anymore
Once again he rode his horse and rushed towards Hou Junji. Zhang Ji's tiger eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the veins under his thick and long arms were bulging.

The cold spear in his hand pierced towards Hou Junji's heart, with its sharp edge scattered and piercing coldness.

When Hou Junji saw the attacking cold spear, madness appeared in his eyes, and he took Zhang Ji's head to strike without any defense.

This is completely the style of play that all die together, and the jade and the stone burn together.

And just when everyone thought that the two of them were killed by the opponent's horse, for some reason, Zhang Ji withdrew his cold spear by accident and smashed it three inches under Hou Junji's long sword.

This trick was about to end, but it didn't happen.

At this time, Hou Junji's arms trembled, and the rupture in the tiger's mouth expanded even more, blood was dripping, and even the sword was very difficult to hold.

"Hmph, yellow-mouthed child, have you ever been convinced?"

"Hmph, so what if I obey you? Today you are sure to die."

Hou Junji's face was livid, but he didn't speak harshly, and directly admitted that he was not Zhang Ji's opponent.

After all, this piece has been battle-tested for a long time, and has come through countless lives and deaths.
"Hmph, it's a self-knowledge."

Zhang Ji didn't refute, nodded slightly, and said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)