For some reason, Zhao Kuangyin's uneasiness was unprecedented.

Zhang Hua looked at Chai Rong with his eyes and nodded.

Chai Rong understood Zhang Hua's meaning, rode his horse forward, and confronted Zhao Kuangyin.

"All troops are ready to attack."

After Zhang Hua and Chai Rong came out of the battle, Wang Shouren deployed troops in the rear and issued an order to attack.

Chen Qingzhi's white-robed army, Deng Ai's Changshui Hu cavalry, Yang Ye's Yang family army, Yang Miaozhen's Yiluohe and other elite cavalry, as well as a large number of equipped iron cavalry and low-level cavalry recruited from the Northern Qi forces, made an attacking attitude.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Kuangyin saw a military general wearing a bronze mask next to Zhang Hua and stared at the monster.

The other party's eyes were sharp, and he looked at Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, but he was not afraid at all.

It is precisely because of this person that Zhao Kuangyin was unable to conquer Daliang City for a long time.

What's even more strange is that the spy Zhao Kuangyin organized could not find out the origin of this person.

At this time, Zhang Hua asked this person to come forward to confront Zhao Kuangyin, which inevitably made Zhao Kuangyin uneasy.

“Somewhat familiar…”

At this time, Zhao Kuangyin looked at Chai Rong's eyes, and the feeling of familiarity and anxiety became stronger.

Zhang Hua coughed lightly from the side: "Zhao Kuangyin, let's see who this person is?"

At this time, Chai Rong finally slowly took off his mask and said to Zhao Kuangyin: "Zhao Kuangyin, I haven't seen him for a long time, but can you still recognize me?"
Chapter completed!