Blood continued to gush out like a spring, Wan Yanzhong felt that his body became cold, his eyes were a little shocked to look at the red smoke ten steps away, his expression was very unbelievable, he made sure that he really avoided the three arrows he shot, but he didn't know how the trace of coldness in his throat came from. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Red Smoke's face was very pale, as if the three arrows she shot had consumed all her strength.

Putting the bow on his back, he glanced at Yan Zhong, and Chiyan was about to turn away.

"Wait...... First. ”

Wan Yanzhong wanted to speak.

But he found that the blood in his throat was constantly spurting out, and now he was extremely difficult to speak.

Red Smoke's footsteps faltered.

The puzzled eyes looked at Wan Yanzhong, but there were no words.

"What the hell have you encountered...... Why...... You can have such a strong archery?"

Wan Yan said with great difficulty.

Chiyan smiled, with a pale look with lightness, "I thought about killing you in my dreams, that day, if it wasn't for your will, my father would not have died, I would not have become an orphan, it was you who destroyed my family, so you must die, but you are finally going to die now." ”

Red Smoke didn't finish answering Yan Chong's question, but destroyed his last glimmer of hope with ruthless words.

Wan Yanzhong wanted to say something more, but he didn't say it.

Red Smoke turned and walked away.

-- The thin body with a huge bow on his back looks a little funny, but it makes it difficult to make people laugh.

Ling Wolffei's face turned ruthless.

Above the hands, a terrifying force burst out, the spear picked up Wan Yanzhong's body, and then slammed down, the body fell to the ground, the spear moved again, and the sharp tip of the spear directly cut Wan Yanzhong's throat.

Wan Yanzhong, one of the eight generals of the royal court, died like this.

The corpse was like a pile of rotten meat, casually thrown on the ground.

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Ling Wolf Fei's gaze looked at the shrunken figure, and he felt a hint of luck in his heart, Xin Qi Chiyan was not his enemy—otherwise the sharp sword would have pierced his throat mercilessly.

Thinking to himself, Ling Wolf Fei couldn't see through how the red smoke pierced Wan Yan Chong's throat, and he also saw with his own eyes that Wan Yan Zhong easily dodged the three arrows...... Is there still a fourth arrow?

Ling Wolffei's heart trembled.

Looking into the distance, the figure of Red Smoke also disappeared.

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On the battlefield, there was a catastrophe.

Whether it is the ghost light cavalry or the royal court iron cavalry, they are the most elite warriors, and the war horses are staggered back and forth, and they rely on the firmest will to fight.

Blood splattered the ground, staining the grass that had just revealed its blue color. The fallen war horse kept making a wailing sound, struggling hard, trying to stand up, but in vain, the fallen corpse was trampled into bloody mud by the war horse galloping back and forth, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The passage of time in between.

The ghost light cavalry, which was originally at a loss in numbers, gradually fell into disadvantage, and the royal court iron cavalry, led by several captains, cut the battlefield, surrounded the ghost cavalry, and began to gradually encroach.

Although the combat effectiveness of the ghost light cavalry is not good, it is in a passive move, Ling Wolf Fei is not there, and several captains in the army are not convinced by each other, and they just want to play their own prestige, but they are in the hands of the grassland people, and the battlefield is divided, so that they cannot support each other, and the advantage of occupying a large number of people is completely exerted.

The advantage of the battlefield seems to be constantly tilting in favor of the steppe people.

All of a sudden.

The earth trembled, and the sound of horses' hooves shook.

The ghost light horse, who had been pressed and beaten, suddenly shook his spirit, his eyes lit up, and they saw the fluttering flag, which was the banner of the Yellow Springs Heavy Horse.

-- In the Western Territory Battalion, there are two cavalry with the most powerful combat effectiveness, one is the Biluo Army that swept through the Zuoxian King and cut off his head, and the other is the Huangquan Heavy Cavalry, these two strong brigades are the native heavy cavalry in the Western Territory Battalion, and their combat effectiveness is even better, and they are also the confidence that the Western Territory Battalion has always been able to garrison the Western Frontier.

Now, the Huangquan Heavy Cavalry, which has never been dispatched on a large scale, can be said to have poured out, carrying a powerful murderous aura towards the iron cavalry of the royal court.

The iron horses of the royal court fell into a brief disarray.

With the appearance of the Huangquan Heavy Horse, the Ghost Light Horse burst out with strong combat effectiveness, like a mad dog, and began to fight back in a frenzy.

To withdraw or not to withdraw?

The expressions of several captains became a little anxious, and they were definitely not allowed to retreat without a solemn order.

In the current situation, retreat is the best option.

But Wan Yanzhong doesn't know where he is?

The Huangquan heavy cavalry had already formed an encirclement, and the war horse slowly urged, the spear was raised, and it began to rush and kill.

Wang Ting's iron horse was as if he had been wrapped in dumplings.

"How can this be...... Can anyone tell me where the general is?"

A bearded captain roared angrily.

"Here he is. ”

A voice sounded, as if it was deliberately waiting for his question.

A head was thrown.

Captain Wan stretched out one hand and held it in his hand, his expression couldn't help but change.

―That's the head of the finished face.

"This ......"

The captain was about to say something, but suddenly a spear with a sharp whistling sound pierced his chest and nailed him to the ground.

His eyes widened.

He seemed to be very unwilling.

"Your general is dead, and it's too late for you to surrender now. ”

The sound is wrapped in a strong internal force, burrowing into everyone's ears.

The iron cavalry of the royal court was suddenly in chaos.

Several captains are working hard to form a breakthrough.

But facing the heavily armed Yellow Springs Heavy Cavalry made their hope of breaking through extremely slim.

The Huangquan Heavy Cavalry began a one-sided massacre with a galloping momentum.

The sturdy armor on his body ignored the arrows shot by the royal court's iron horsemen, constantly splashing sporadic sparks, and then fell to the ground, the sharp spear piercing directly through their chests, and pushed forward aggressively.

Unilateral slaughter began.

Riding on horseback, Ling Wolf Fei slowly showed a smile, these 120,000 royal court iron horses have been completely reduced to lambs to be slaughtered, and then 120,000 corpses will be buried in the spring breeze of this grassland.

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Fifty miles away from the battlefield.

The first general of the royal court and the first master of the grassland, Yelu Donglai looked at the spy in front of him with a cold expression.

Silent for a long time.

Behind him, there stood the same Biaole army, and a faint aura of majesty swirled, making people feel palpitations.

"God forbid. ”

After a long time, Yelu Donglai gently spat out a sentence.