Facing the Tiefutu with more than 5,000 people and the wolves with more than 100 people, Li Yuanhao looked down at Murong Ke, who was already out of breath, he should have left a clue, all the Tiefutu and the wolves chased after him, Lin Yunfeng and Wen Zhiqian's two groups did not attract any enemies.

Taking a sharp breath, Li Yuanhao did not turn around and escape, but went against the common sense against the current, the green sword opened the way, and the broken sword kept switching between his left and right hands.

The wolves that flew in were slightly stunned, and then rushed at a faster speed, the flying knives and the dark crossbow formed a net of heaven and earth, and Li Yuanhao, who was leaking out of his breath, broke his sword and danced out of the sword flower, picked off the obstacles in front of him, and plunged into the formation of the Iron Floating Slaughter.

In the battle between the two armies, the heavy cavalry is the heavy weapon of the two sides to fight, with momentum and thickness to wear out the enemy, it is for this reason, the heavy cavalry back and forth continuous collision is the best weapon to deal with the cultivator, in the point-to-point confrontation, the practitioner has a unique advantage, but on the opposite side, the practitioner will eventually face the embarrassing scene of exhaustion, no matter how strong a practitioner's breath is, he always needs to rest, breath circulation, discharge turbidity, absorb new qi, so there is a sentence in the temple and the rivers and lakes: the practitioner is a sharp knife, and the heavy cavalry is a continuous heavy hammer。

In the two Chu-Hun wars, the Xiongnu god of war Tuoba Longye blocked the Chu army for three days and three nights, which was particularly shocking and shocking to the world. However, there is a natural disadvantage in the confrontation between heavy cavalry and cultivators, that is, cultivators cannot use their body methods to escape.

The Tiefutu who rushed forward was ready to besiege Li Yuanhao with a narrow formation, but he didn't expect Li Yuanhao to rush over without a head, and he was caught off guard for a while, Li Yuanhao used his sword as a knife, inserted it into the ground, and with a move of moon water, the surrounding twenty-four horsemen suddenly turned over on their backs, forming a natural barrier to block the impact of other cavalry.

Tiefutu also reacted extremely quickly, and had already begun to draw his bow and shoot arrows, Li Yuanhao totoed, killed the narrow formation of Tiefutu, and suddenly killed Hadan Batel, who was hiding far away.

Hadan Battle, who was as fat as a pig, was frightened, his palms were sweating, he couldn't care about his manners, he suddenly turned back, and his fat body fell off the horse like a ball of meat. Li Yuanhao sat on top of Ma Bei, attached himself and whipped the horse's buttocks, and a jujube horse rushed out in an instant, fleeing towards the south.

Hadan Battle got up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his brows, looked at the horses in the distance, he spat hard, slapped himself hard, his figure was bloated, so the horses he chose were one in a thousand, with heavy burdens and excellent foot strength, and the woman probably found out about this, so she did the opposite, killed in the Iron Floating Massacre, and took away his horses.

A cavalryman drove out and asked, "General Hadan, do you want to chase or not?"

"Nonsense, of course chase!" Hadan who was smiling at everyone suddenly became fierce, with a murderous aura on his face, and walked in front of Murong Ke: "Aren't you going to do business? Why did you die here?" Hmph, Lao Tzu let you die without a whole body!"

Suddenly raising the prairie scimitar, Hadan Batel looked at the handsome face that was almost demonic, and suddenly felt a little scared, for some reason, although it was an indisputable fact that Murong Ke died, but he always felt that if he cut it down, he would die by himself.

"Pack up the corpse and send it to the Divine Pavilion, and obey the orders of the Great Khan and Kedun. Hadan spoke, raised his head and looked south, Li Yuanhao's figure had disappeared into the night: "Two thousand five hundred people dismounted, unloaded their saddles, crossbow arrows, and armor, and reduced the weight of the horses, and the other two thousand five hundred people dismounted, rode on light horses and went south, and when they saw the woman, they changed into heavy horses, even if they tried their best to kill the last soldier, they couldn't let that woman cross the Great Wall!"

The Iron Float was in order, the horses' hooves were bursting, and they hurried south.

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Shengjing City, Anning Fang.

A handsome-looking general rode in, drove to a courtyard, dismounted lightly, and threw his golden armor to his retinue at will.

"General, slow down, this armor is expensive, it is the reward of the Great Khan. The entourage carefully hugged the golden armor, for fear that the noble general would break it.

The handsome man laughed, stretched out his hand to pat the dust on his body, and straightened his hair: "Such a golden armor, where is the appearance of leading soldiers to fight." ”

"General, you can't say anything, you are the fiercest wolf and the most heroic eagle on the grassland, naturally the more majestic the better. The entourage opened his mouth and complained, as if he was playing a trick, conjured a feather duster, and slapped the handsome man's shirt: "The Great Khan is also for the sake of the general, the Central Plains people have many doors, and there are many tricks to treat meritorious officials, just the title can list a large stack, our grassland people are sincere, the general has such great achievements, there is no seal, and this golden armor can be worthy of the title of the Hun God of War." ”

Tuoba Longye, the god of war of the Huns, has never been defeated in his life, even if he is one of the four major generals of the Huns, he became famous in the Chu-Hun War, so that the world has turned his attention sideways, after returning to the grassland, he is still like an ordinary cavalry, wearing ordinary armor, eating and living together, and Ji Congee specially rewarded a gold armor. Tuoba Longye took it home and threw it aside, Tuoba Yushu lay on it, bit it with his teeth, and the first thing he said was "Our family has made a fortune, how much rock sugar gourd can be bought here", Mrs. War God poked his head fiercely, telling him not to talk nonsense, and then hung the golden armor at home and cleaned it every day. Tuoba Tatsuno was still dressed in simple attire as usual, no different from ordinary soldiers. Ji Congee had to issue an order again, and the Hun God of War must wear gold armor to strengthen the majesty of the grassland.

Tuoba Tatsuno was a little noisy, closed his eyes, and let his entourage take care of himself: "Are all the things that should be prepared ready?"

The attendant said, "It's ready." As he spoke, he took out a few strings of rock sugar gourds wrapped in oiled paper from the cloth bag he carried: "It's been cold recently, and the syrup hasn't melted yet, so the young master will like it very much." Then he took out two boxes of rouge gouache: "This is Madame's rouge gouache, which flows from Madame's hometown to the grassland in the Central Plains, and it is extremely difficult." The general remembered, this is rouge, this is gouache, don't make a mistake, Madame pays attention to details, if Madame is not happy, you don't want to go to bed at night. ”

couldn't help but shake his head, the entourage couldn't help but want to laugh, the grassland god of war has a simple and warm family of three, and he is a little afraid of his wife.

"Well, I remember. Tuoba Long Ye silently recited in his heart, it was rouge, this was gouache: "You should also go and rest." ”

The attendant turned to leave, and he also wanted to hurry back to his small nest.

"Wait a minute!" Tuoba Tatsuno suddenly asked, the woman was full of colorful things, and only a ghost could identify it: "Which one is rouge, and which one is gouache?"

The attendant sighed, a little hated that iron could not be made of steel, and pointed to his left hand: "This is rouge." Then he pointed to his right hand: "This is gouache." ”

The Hun god of war muttered "Rouge in the left hand and gouache in the right hand", and gently knocked on the door of the small courtyard.