In the face of 5,000 cavalry, they no longer have any strategy, the strategy is so powerless in the face of absolute power, get rid of the cavalry behind them, they can only fight to the death, blood surging, indomitable, no regrets. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The shouts of killing continued, and the cavalry soon rushed into the crowd and fought with the barbarian cavalry without regrets.

Rushing to kill like the enemy's army, with a fighting spirit of fighting to the death without regrets, they bravely broke the enemy. Suddenly, the barbarian cavalry who were in short arms was very injured.

"Poof!"

Cut off the enemy's head with a sword.

"Poof!"

The sword slashes the enemy warrior.

"Poof!"

Where the shadow of the sword falls, there is no life.

"Poof!"

Slashed off their shoulders, they were ruthless in the wails of the barbarians.

The cavalry of less than 2,000 cavalry kept rushing back and forth, and this earth-shattering battle intent actually slowed down the pace of the entire 5,000 barbarian cavalry, but the people around Zhang Kaifeng and Zhou Qi were slowly decreasing.

"Hmph, Hesa is really useless to let these ants appear here. The barbarian general frowned, and a cold killing intent came out of his mouth: "Order the cavalry on the left flank to exterminate these ants." ”

The cavalry that suddenly appeared was insignificant to the barbarian cavalry, but their bravery eventually attracted a large number of cavalry, and they besieged and killed them.

"Poof!"

Blood spilled all over the ground.

"Poof!"

A knife in the chest pierced the back, and the hot fountain spurted out. The black-armored soldier shouted angrily, and with the last bit of unyielding fighting intent, the sword in his hand cut the enemy off his horse, and then willingly fell off his horse.

"Poof!"

The unwilling tiger's eyes are never far away, because he has not yet seen the defeat of the enemy, it is a nostalgia for his homeland, and he has no regrets about his death.

"Poof!"

Even if one of the arms is cut off, the other party must return the knife, and the knife light will cut the opponent's throat and continue to kill.

In the face of 5,000 cavalry, they no longer have any strategy, the strategy is so powerless in the face of absolute power, get rid of the cavalry behind them, they can only fight to the death, blood surging, indomitable, no regrets. The shouts of killing continued, and the cavalry soon rushed into the crowd and fought with the barbarian cavalry without regrets.

Rushing to kill like the enemy's army, with a fighting spirit of fighting to the death without regrets, they bravely broke the enemy. Suddenly, the barbarian cavalry who were in short arms was very injured.

"Poof!"

Cut off the enemy's head with a sword.

"Poof!"

The sword slashes the enemy warrior.

"Poof!"

Where the shadow of the sword falls, there is no life.

"Poof!"

Slashed off their shoulders, they were ruthless in the wails of the barbarians.

The cavalry of less than 2,000 cavalry kept rushing back and forth, and this earth-shattering battle intent actually slowed down the pace of the entire 5,000 barbarian cavalry, but the people around Zhang Kaifeng and Zhou Qi were slowly decreasing.

"Hmph, Hesa is really useless to let these ants appear here. The barbarian general frowned, and a cold killing intent came out of his mouth: "Order the cavalry on the left flank to exterminate these ants." ”

The cavalry that suddenly appeared was insignificant to the barbarian cavalry, but their bravery eventually attracted a large number of cavalry, and they besieged and killed them.

"Poof!"

Blood spilled all over the ground.

"Poof!"

A knife in the chest pierced the back, and the hot fountain spurted out. The black-armored soldier shouted angrily, and with the last bit of unyielding fighting intent, the sword in his hand cut the enemy off his horse, and then willingly fell off his horse.

"Poof!"

The unwilling tiger's eyes are never far away, because he has not yet seen the defeat of the enemy, it is a nostalgia for his homeland, and he has no regrets about his death.

"Poof!"

Even if one of the arms is cut off, the other party must return the knife, and the knife light will cut the opponent's throat and continue to kill.

"Poof!"

Blood spilled on the ground, and blood rushed to the sky.

The battlefield is vast, but it can't hide this tragic battle, and the heavens seem to be moved, and tears come out of their eyes. Where the sword light falls, it is full of loyal souls, and where the sword falls, there is a lot of blood, loyal to the country, sprinkled blood for the people, and has no regrets in this life.

"General!"

"My brother!"

"Goro!"

"Wu'er!"

"My brother!"

The people on the fortress of the city came with rivers of tears, some of them were old, some of them were still young, they were not yet adults, men, women and children, but their homes were behind, and they would not retreat. Armed with weapons, they could not go down, because the last line of defense had to be held by them. Even if their loved ones fell, even if their loved ones died under the knife, they did not rush out.

The sound of the drum is thundering, rushing straight to the Nine Heavens, it is the unyielding war spirit roaring, that is the immortal army soul roaring, this border fortress in a corner of the country also has a story to sing and cry about, and there is also a tragic story written for the family and the country with blood.

Constantly rushing back and forth, the armor on his body has long been unbearable to the slashing of the blade, his body is full of wounds, and the blood is flowing. The brothers who lived and died beside them fell off their horses, and they did not slow down because of this, but their eyes were tears, blood, and a wordless farewell, but their horses followed the charge without dying, and the will of the master was completed by them, until they exhausted the last trace of strength and fell, and lived and died with their master.

The black armor on Zhou Qi's body had long been shattered, and blood flowed out of it. A hideous scar was added to his face, his eyes were resolute, his blood flowed, he gritted his teeth, and endured the fall with his subordinates, his knife did not slow down.

Zhang Kaifeng, who was dressed in white and had long been dyed red, swung his sword and slashed on the side, there were countless wounds on his body, the tears in his eyes never stopped, and the most painful thing was not the silent crying, but the heart was broken and unbearable.

Zhou Qi and Zhang Kaifeng rushed in front, and the two of them used their bodies as subordinates to block knives, so that they could have one less knife on their bodies and could live, even if they knew that there was little hope. The soldiers who followed them would not know, but they could not be disorganized by this, and even if their hearts ached, they could not rush forward.

The thunder is furious, the wind and rain are miserable, and there is an elegy.

"Poof!"

Kobayashi was slashed and fell off his horse.

"Xiaolin!" Zhang Kaifeng's eyes widened angrily, he roared in grief, and slashed down a approaching barbarian cavalryman with a sword.

"Xiao He!" Zhou Qi slashed his knife and cut down a barbarian cavalryman, roaring angrily.

The heavy rain does not stop, the blood flows like a river, and the blood flows away. This is the war song of life and the sorrow of death. Less than 2,000 cavalry can actually drag 5,000 elite cavalry, what a feat, no one can do it, but these people have done it. They traded their lives for their loved ones to be spared the slaughter of war.

The number of 1,800, 1,500, 1,000, 800, 500, and 200 was decreasing, and finally they were scattered, not knowing where their comrades-in-arms were, and they only had one conviction to kill, kill one, kill one by one. After all, they couldn't hold back the footsteps of the five thousand elite horsemen, and their own strength continued to be consumed, as if life was flowing away bit by bit, and then fell off the horse. Life and death go hand in hand, brothers Huangquan goodbye.

"Bury these warriors. After seeing that all the Great Yan cavalry who rushed in were killed, the great general of the shaman tribe, Pori Tichina, sighed, connived at countless lives and deaths, and was also moved.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, he looked back and saw that the white-haired young man was rushing to kill, and said to a middle-aged man beside him, "Hena, you go and give that warrior a ride." ”

"It's the Great General. The unconscious voice of the man named Hena came out, and he rode his horse towards Zhang Kaifeng, who was still on the edge of the killing.

Immediately, the barbarian army did not stay any longer, rushed to the fortress less than two miles, and launched a general attack.

The sword was swung continuously, the sword was sharp, the sword was as strong as a mountain, shaking away the fierce scimitar, and then the blood splashed, and there were many barbarian cavalry who fell. Even if he was cut by a scimitar, the white-haired man in front of him would not retreat. Gradually, these barbarian cavalry had a terrible thought, he came from hell and was not afraid of life and death.

The person wielding the sword is like a machine, tireless, the blood dripping from the sword is continuous, the bright red sword is like a god of death, he does not have many frequent moves, only the most ordinary moves, splitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, intercepting, teasing, slashing out of the sword, but these ordinary sword moves can not bloom in the most magnificent style.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the fist wind was agitated, like an angry wave, and although Zhang Kaifeng, who had sacrificed his life and forgot to die, was tired, he could still hear this breathtaking fist wind. The spirit of the man who fought to the death was highly concentrated, and he gave up a barbarian cavalryman. With a twist of the wrist, a sword slashes out diagonally.

"Dang!"

Hena was surprised, but his fist went forward, and it touched the slashing sword, and a crisp sound sounded, and then a wave of air rolled up.

Zhang Kaifeng's body on the horse shook, and the opponent's fist was domineering, and it was transmitted to him from the sword, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of reverse blood anymore, spurting blood. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flickered, he had already left the horse, his shoulder was carried by a person, running in the other direction, gradually moving away from the battlefield, and the sound of fighting could no longer be heard.

With a bang, he was thrown aside, and under the heavy blow, his internal organs surged violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again, his face was as pale as paper, and his white hair was dyed red with blood and sweat.

"Get up, and let me give you a ride this warrior. Hena's cold voice came out.

There was a voice in his ears, Zhang Kaifeng raised his head, blood flowed through his eyes, and in the red light, he saw Hena, this person was dressed very similar to the Central Plains, his appearance was not very good-looking, very ordinary, and he belonged to the kind of person who was difficult to remember after seeing it once. Hena stood with his hands in his hands, and a blazing aura swept out, a very familiar breath, it was a martial artist in the realm of refining qi and refining essence.

Holding on to the long sword, the slow body finally stood up, lifted the long sword, and pointed at the man opposite. This is the respect for the warrior, even if he is going to die here, he will die standing up.

"Very good, I will not show mercy, and as a martial artist, I will send you to hell without mercy. Hena saw the white-haired man get up, and a cold light erupted in his eyes. I saw the earth under his feet crumble, and he turned out a palm and slapped it forward.

How could he die like this, Zhang Kaifeng let out a low roar, like a wounded beast, he didn't dodge or dodge, and the whole person also rushed out, and with a straight sword, he slashed at the figure.

"With such a serious injury, there is still strength to fight back. You are indeed a pure martial artist, but you will die here after all. Hena sighed. Immediately, I saw his feet suddenly stop his figure, and the hand that stretched out his palm suddenly retracted, and an elbow hit him fiercely.

Even if he was seriously injured, Zhang Kaifeng's reaction speed was amazing, and he suddenly pressed the long sword that was chopped down, and the sword speed skyrocketed in an instant. The speed of the sword slashed down like thunder, faster than Hena's change of move. Even if the speed of the sword speed fell faster, Hena didn't care, but he didn't want to have a little scar on his body on such a dying opponent. Hena also changed his move in an instant, his arm raised slightly, and the long sword slashed down on his arm but only emitted sparks, and he took this opportunity to drive his arm straight in and crash forward.

"Bump!"

Zhang Kaifeng had already stretched out a palm to resist the elbow blow, but he was blasted away by the opponent's power. Hena jumped to his feet, his fists backward like a stretched bow, and slammed down on the man lying below.

"Bump!"

The smoke and dust were filled, and the wet dirt splashed on Zhang Kaifeng's face, and he narrowly avoided the other party's heavy blow.

The sound of bumper bump continued, and a figure kept chasing a figure, each fist and palm was extremely heavy, and the rain pushed by the ground was smashed into the sky, like a spring splashing from the ground.

"Click!"

Zhang Kaifeng flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, rolled down on the ground a few times before stopping, his ribs were broken three times, and the stinging pain spread all over his body, making his trance-like spirit wake up again.

Woke up and swung his sword again, tirelessly wielding his sword, but after all, his sword could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, "Touch!" His sternum seemed to be broken, and Hena stepped on his chest, kicking him out.

The heavy rain continued to fall, and the white-haired man in the rain was constantly knocked away, and then stood up tenaciously again, constantly swinging his sword, and then was knocked away here.

"Roar!"

Zhang Kaifeng looked up to the sky and yelled, he fought fiercely with people who had been aggrieved, regardless of life and death, even if he was going to die, he had to fight to the death.

"Why be persistent? Isn't it good to give up and die a painful death?" Hena stood in the rain, and the rain wiped his blood-stained hands: "Die! This world is the world of the strong, and you can't change anything." ”

"Bump!" Hena punched Zhang Kaifeng on the shoulder, and then kicked the person in front of him.

Blood continued to flow down like a fountain of blood, and one of Zhang Kaifeng's arms hung down, and Hena's blow just now had already dislocated his arm.

Looking at the tenacious swordsman like Xiaoqiang, Hena's indifferent eyes gradually changed, from the initial respect to irritability. His patience had been completely exhausted by the persistent white-haired man in front of him, and the killing intent in his chest was even stronger, and he decided to use his strongest killing move to end this pointless battle once and for all.