After resting for half an hour, Zhang Liao took the initiative to ask for a fight without waiting for Sun Ce to speak.

Sun Ce did not refuse and started fighting again.

This time, Zhang Liao's condition improved. The long spear made the tiger and tigers prosper step by step, and the killing method was fierce, and he wanted to take Sun Ce's life with one move. Xu Rong asked him to challenge Sun Ce, just to give him a buffering opportunity. If Sun Ce did not respond, he could explain to Duan Wei and others. Sun Ce responded to the battle, and he had no reason to refuse. Only by killing Sun Ce could he prove his innocence.

This is his future and he must do his best.

Sun Ce was not willing to be outdone, so he danced Thousand Army Breaking and fought with Zhang Liao. The seven kills created by Deng Zhan were originally a move that used for horse stance, and stabbing and blocking were even more pure spear methods. Sun Ce was very skillful in practicing, but he had always lacked opponents of equal strength to test his achievements. The battle with Zhang Liao just now had this effect. He had already gained confidence, and at this moment he fought happily, and fully utilized the advantages of Thousand Army Breaking Sword and Spear.

The two horses circled, the halberds raised at the same time, the two of them were coming and going, the sound of weapons breaking through the wind, the sound of collision, the sound of their shouts and horse hooves treading on the ground, mixed together, it was difficult to separate.

The soldiers watching the battle on both sides were fascinated by the sight. Huang Zhong had fought with Zhang Liao two days ago, but he had the task of acting at that time, so he was not happy to fight. At this moment, seeing Sun Ce fighting with Zhang Liao, Zhang Liao went all out and held the thorns. The exquisiteness of the halberd technique was in front of him, and he was very satisfied with his view. However, with his vision, he soon realized that it was wise to Sun Ce to abandon the long halberd.

Sun Ce originally used halberds. After all, spears and halberds were the most commonly used weapons by warriors of this era, and halberds were especially spears. However, Sun Ce quickly abandoned halberds and used long swords or spears. Later, it became the Qianjun Po in Huang Yueying customized for him - a halberd that has both knife and spear functions.

Compared with spears, the branches next to the halberd have the effect of hooking. However, hooking is a lateral force. For knights who charge on horseback, hooking not only cannot use the impact force brought by horse speed, but also puts higher requirements on the knight's eyesight. It is more difficult to peck the opponent in the moment of passing by, than to cut with a knife. The difficulty of pushing is smaller, but the lethality of pushing is less. If the opponent has iron armor protection, pushing has no practical significance at all.

The Han Dynasty's halberds were different from the original halberds. They had side branches but no side blades, and had no effect of cutting and killing, because with the improvement of armor protection ability, the cutting and killing function of side blades had become useless, which would only increase the difficulty and cost of weapon manufacturing and were quickly eliminated.

In ancient times, only nobles could serve as soldiers, and their weapons were customized privately, so ancient weapons were exquisite and gorgeous. With the expansion of the scale of war, soldiers have become common people, and their weapons are more cost-effective, simple and efficient. The battle in front of the formation was a very aristocratic form, and the sense of ritual was very strong, but the weapons they used had lost the taste of aristocratic and had no sense of ritual.

Sun Ce's Qianjun Po's combination of sword-knife and spear-slashing functions, with varying moves and strong lethality. Although Zhang Liao's iron halberd also has a pecking function, it is not very useful. The advantage is only length, which is offset by Qianjun Po's chopping function.

Others did not have the level of Huang Zhong. They only knew that Sun Ce and Zhang Liao fought fiercely, regardless of the same, and were excited and opened their eyes. They couldn't help but cheer. They saw the excitement. At first, they were just for their master, but later they were too devoted to the viewing and cheered for the other party.

In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred rounds.

Hearing the cheers one after another, Zhang Liao complained secretly. After resting for half an hour, his physical strength recovered. He wanted to take Sun Ce with one breath, but now it seems to be a delusion. Sun Ce becomes more and more courageous as he fights, but he is a little helpless, and the war horse under his crotch is so tired that he pants, with white foam on the corners of his mouth soaked in sweat.

I ran back and forth for two or three hundred miles in three days, but couldn't rest well, and fought hard again. The horse was too tired. If I continued to fight, I might die at any time.

A real war horse has a spirit of not giving in. If the passenger does not control it, it is likely to run until it dies.

A strong sense of sadness surged in Zhang Liao's heart. He felt that he was like this horse, with a long road ahead, and he could not see any hope, and he didn't know where the end was. But he could only grit his teeth and keep running forward, even if he would fall on the road the next moment.

"Ah——" Zhang Liao roared wildly, thrusting his halberd hard.

Sun Ce swung his throne and split the iron halberd. With a crisp sound of "dang", Mars flew everywhere, and the two of them passed by. At that moment, Sun Ce saw the determination in Zhang Liao's eyes, and suddenly became alert. Thousands of troops broke through half a circle and stood behind him. It was Su Qin's sword-backing style.

"Dang!" With a sound, Zhang Liao turned around and stabbed Sun Ce in the back, but was held back by Qian Jun Po. He gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, hung Qian Jun Po with his halberd branch, and pulled hard. Sun Ce had no time to think about it, and instinctively used both legs to clamp the abdomen. The war horse rushed forward, and the two fell off their horses at the same time, and their weapons were taken off and they threw them away.

The soldiers on both sides were shocked and rushed over one after another, preparing to steal people.

The sound of hooves rumbled in his ears, but Sun Ce didn't have time to think too much and turned over and jumped up. He practiced boxing every day, and with Deng Zhan's guidance, he not only had good skills in boxing and kicking, but also had agility. He jumped up after falling to the ground. However, Zhang Liao was used to riding a horse, and the war horse was his legs. Once he was caught, his martial arts skills would be broken by 30%. Facing Sun Ce who was rushing towards him like a tiger, he could not resist and could only retreat.

Sun Ce grabbed Qianjun Po in front of him, and provoked Qianjun Po with his toes. Sun Ce caught it in the air, rushed to Zhang Liao with a quick roar, and roared and slashed Mount Hua.

Looking at the blade that was slashing from the head, Zhang Liao sighed, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears burst out from his eyes.

My life is over! Everything is over, including future, wealth, and wife and children. Not only will I have to be different, but my brothers and hundreds of villagers will have to be buried in a foreign land.

Sun Ce had no intention of killing Zhang Liao, but he had an instinctive reaction. Seeing that Zhang Liao did not fight back, he stopped Qianjunpo, and the blade was still one foot away from Zhang Liao's head. But he could see the tears on Zhang Liao's face clearly. Unlike men in later generations who did not cry easily, the Han people had a rich and simple relationship. They cried when they were happy and cry when they were sad. Du Ji shed tears in front of him. At this moment, he was not surprised at all, and he could only sympathize.

Zhang Liao's eyes flashed through his mind just now. He knew that Zhang Liao's tears were not afraid of death, but sadness. Although he didn't know why Zhang Liao was sad.

Sun Ce's way of retreating, lifting the thousand troops with his left hand and stretching out his right hand.

At this time, Zhang Liao's subordinates rushed to the front. Seeing that Sun Ce had no intention of killing people, they went to pull Zhang Liao. They felt relieved and shouted and stopped their mounts. Seeing this, Huang Zhong and others also stopped their war horses. The two sides were apart several steps away, staring at them, but no one launched an attack.

He heard the sound of hooves in his ears. Zhang Liao was stunned for a while, and then he realized that he was not dead. He slowly opened his eyes, but saw Sun Ce standing in front of him with a friendly look and no hostility.

"Why don't you... kill me?" Zhang Liao murmured.

"Brother Wen Yuan, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. There is no difference between winning and losing today, and fighting again tomorrow, how about?"

Zhang Liao pondered for a moment, raised his hand, grabbed Sun Ce's hand that was parked in the air, and stood up with the force.

"Thank you!"
Chapter completed!