And at this moment, Yang Xianmao really had no love, he was sandwiched between the two armies, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, and he felt that his whole body was about to be paralyzed. There was even more sadness in my heart: Brother, if you still can't fight, do you want to fight as soon as possible, fight early and end early, you say a word, he says a word, is it interesting? Don't you know that pretending to be dead also requires physical strength?

"Hmph, I don't know what to do!" Ali saw that Moke's persuasion was hopeless, his left hand was raised, and his big hand waved down, the war drums sounded, and the golden flag was thrown high in the wind, and the Jin army immediately rushed forward while shouting: "Kill-" while rushing forward.

The Song army was also ready for battle, drumming and raising flags, and the infantry and cavalry charged at the same time.

In an instant, the two armies were fighting, and the battlefield was a chaotic figure. And the sad thing is that Yang Xianmao was trampled several times by the soldiers in battle with the woman in white, and was almost trampled out of breath, the key is that he had to hold back the pain vigorously after being trampled, and he couldn't make a sound.

On the battlefield, Ali rode a four-hoofed snow and fire dragon horse, watched the battle in place, and did not take it lightly. And Li Hu has long been unaccustomed to Moke's style, and as soon as the war started, the two faced each other.

"Spearhead general, take your life-" Li Hu grabbed the black horse in his calf, and instantly rushed towards Moke, raising the Qinglong Sword with one hand and slashing at Ali vigorously, extremely fast.

And Mock did not panic, holding the handle of the mace, riding forward, returning fire head-on, and raising the mace high to block at the moment of approaching.

At the second when the weapons collided, there was a loud "bang-" that shocked the soldiers next to him, which showed how fierce the force was.

Li Hu turned into one hand and clenched the long sword with both hands, increased his strength, and pressed down with the mace. Naturally, Mok was not to be outdone, and also switched to using his hands and pushing up. Both of them gritted their teeth, their strength was comparable, and in the process of fighting, they seemed to be frozen in motionless, but it could be seen from the arms of the two of them that were trembling slightly due to excessive exertion.

Feeling a little unsupportable, Mo Ke turned sideways, slapped the side of the horse with his right leg, and withdrew the mace, Li Hu's sword quickly slashed down because it lost its blocking and had no time to retract its strength, while Mo Ke rode sideways to dodge, only to see the sword blade and Ali's white horse almost rub off and cut down.

After Mokce moved forward a little, he immediately grabbed the white horse, turned around and raised his mace and swept out towards Li Hu, who was caught off guard by the mace and hit his right shoulder. didn't have time to take care of his shoulder, Li Hu immediately fought back, but his strength weakened due to the injury to his right shoulder, and he was easily dodged by Moke.

Then, Li Hu unleashed a series of attacks, causing the sword to slash and rise and sweep again, catching Mo Ke off guard. Although Mo Ke dodged Li Hu's attack, he was in a disadvantageous stage, resisting and dodging, and it was difficult to fight back. Li Hu grabbed the opportunity, slashed down on the left and made a false move, and when Mo Ke was about to dodge to the right, he changed his backhand to the right diagonal slash, slashing Mo Ke's left hand, and after the next split, Li Hu quickly raised his sword and swung his sword down again.

Mo Ke didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, he lowered his waist to avoid the attack of the horizontal sweep, and saw that he was in a disadvantaged position, and ran across the horse, and Li Hu wanted to go forward to chase him, but was blocked by the enemy soldiers, and had to fight with the soldiers, glared at the direction of Mo Ke's escape with hatred, and scolded: "His grandmother's turtle grandson actually ran away." ”

At the same time, the soldiers of the two countries were fighting like fire and water, and they were evenly matched, and they could not see the situation on the battlefield clearly, nor did they know that the army would have a slight advantage.

Coincidentally, there are so many people running around the battlefield to fight, and the fight has been going on for so long, there is only one soldier who happened to fall on Yang Xianmao's body, and fell down unexpectedly, Yang Xianmao endured the pain, and when the * sound was about to come out, he bit his lower lip in time, and there was still a subtle sound, but no one heard it, maybe it was the sound of the battle that covered it, or maybe the soldiers were too involved in the war.

However, it is really a coincidence that the book is not written, when the fallen soldier just got up, the enemy Jin soldier swung his knife and slashed away, the soldier saw this and grabbed the spear to block, because he did not stand firm, and fell again, Yang Xianmao, who was hit again, looked up, only to see the soldier rolling, and the knife of the golden soldier turned into a slash to his thigh.

That's right, Yang Xianmao immediately shrank his thigh when he saw this, and the knife suddenly sank into the ground, and Jin Bing also had a close contact with the earth because he couldn't hold his hand due to inertia.

"Damn, it's good that I'm flashing fast, sir. This ruthlessness made Yang Xianmao can't help but break out in a cold sweat, if this knife is really cut down, it is estimated that this leg will be useless.

Fortunately, the Jin soldiers had already recovered their strength and attacked Yang Xianmao again.

"Isn't it?" Yang Xianmao's feet were startled, there was no time to dodge, he suddenly touched a shield with both hands on the ground, and threw it forward, smashing it on the head of the Jin Bing, only to hear a "bang", the Jin Bing's head broke and bled out, and then fell to the ground.

A small soldier saw that Yang Xianmao was not wearing armor, and he didn't know which side, but he would rather kill by mistake than let go, so he took advantage of Yang Xianmao's failure to react, and the big knife was cut down, and Yang Xianmao lowered his head and flashed.

"I'll go, sneak attack?" Yang Xianmao didn't dare to get distracted, and thought: Since he failed to pretend to be dead, he can only fight hard. So, he grabbed the big knife on the ground and violently used the "Autumn Wind Chop" knife technique to the little soldier, and the little soldier was sad enough, how did he know that the other party was a master. Kill with a single sword.

Neither side knew whether he was friend or foe, and it was a chaotic war. For a time, several soldiers from each of the two armies came forward to besiege Yang Xianmao. Yang Xianmao never imagined that his move would attract the siege of the two armies, and he was stunned.

At the moment when the soldier approached, Yang Xianmao tossed to the back of the soldier at an extremely fast speed, and then kicked a sweeping leg to the soldier's feet, directly knocking down the soldiers of the Jin Army.

Seeing this, the two armies of Song and Jin immediately went to Yang Xianmao's side to kill, and immediately gathered a large group of soldiers with Yang Xianmao as the center. Yang Xianmao saw a large group of soldiers attacking at this moment, replaced the big knife with a spear gun, inserted the head of the spear into the ground, grabbed the middle of the spear gun with both hands, jumped up, took off sideways, took the spear gun as the fulcrum, circled and kicked down the other party with both feet, in an instant, a wave of shouts was heard, and then the circle around the soldiers was like a flower, and the soldiers fell from the center to the periphery in turn.

Then, Yang Xianmao pulled out the spear gun, continuously provoked the fallen soldiers, smashed at the enemy who attacked him, killed a bloody way, threw the spear gun at the enemy, picked up the big knife with one kick, and fought with the enemy in close quarters, because he couldn't take care of the back, he was slashed in the back by the enemy. Warm blood flowed from his back, and the pain swept away his exhaustion, and in an instant, his killing intent surged up, his eyes turned red, and his eyes became very fierce.

Half an hour later, countless enemies were killed, corpses were everywhere, and the blood of the other party was sprayed on his clothes and face, and the blood soaked the blue robe, and the smell of blood was all over his body.

When the two armies saw that Yang Xianmao's combat power was so good, they were so frightened that they retreated, panic appeared in their eyes, and they looked at Yang Xianmao cautiously, and they didn't dare to rush forward, but turned to shift the target and kill the enemy soldiers. It is precisely because of this that Yang Xianmao has time to relieve fatigue.

"Heh, sir, my Yang family's marksmanship is not third-rate. Yang Xianmao saw that the enemy didn't dare to approach him, and a trace of pride rose in his heart.

Everything that plays out on the battlefield falls into Ali's eyes, and he watches the whole field and grasps the whole picture, while he waits for a bigger enemy to appear, which is his real opponent.

Ali's instincts were right, and he waited for the opponent he really wanted to fight.

Because on the side of the Song army's hillside, there was a majestic horse call, and then a tall figure on a horse appeared.

Ali narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and whispered, "You're finally here." ”

The person who came was the deputy commander of the Song army this time - Dong Xian, who was nine feet long, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his two yellow eyebrows were straight up, his chin was slightly red whiskers, and he was holding a tiger-headed crescent shovel in his hand, looking majestic, especially those eyes, which were awe-inspiring and revealing a fierce light.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, seeing each other at a glance, and then they raised their weapons, rode forward, and rushed towards each other.

The speed is like a wind and lightning, bringing up a long dust, between the electric light and flint, the tiger head crescent shovel and the three-pointed two-edged knife hit each other, under the fusion of strength and speed, sparks appeared due to metal friction, and the weapons were handed over and moved, "Boom-" sound, the two of them ran to one side, and then pulled the horse's reins in time with the momentum of the cliff, and the horse "whooped" with a long cry, the front legs were raised and curled up, and the hind legs supported the whole body, such as taking off.

The two turned around almost at the same time, rode their horses to attack again, and began to pull the reins to retract their strength when they were about to arrive, Dong first struck Ali by the neck with a crescent shovel, and Ali blocked it with a three-pointed two-edged knife.

"General Dong, I admire you very much, how about I call you a brother and a brother under my army, and conspire with you?" Ali resisted Dong Xian's attack while provoking words, trying to take Dong Xian under his command.

"The wishful thinking is a good fight, but the way is different, let's take it!" Dong Xian said, the dantian luck went up, and he increased his strength, and the crescent shovel moved forward by one point.

"Oh, let's fight it out!" Ali is not a troublemaker, he lowered his waist to dodge the crescent shovel, and raised his knife with his backhand to slash.

Dong jumped into the air one by one, dodged Ali's counterattack, and landed back on his mount.

Ali split again, Dong Xian took the tiger's head crescent shovel as the support, lay down on his back, avoided the attack, and bounced up in an instant, the crescent shovel turned, and split forward with the tiger's head, Ali flashed, but still wiped Ali's face.

"How is it, how does my tiger head crescent shovel taste?" Dong Xian laughed when he saw that there were blood marks on the other party's face.

Ali stretched out his fingers, wiped the blood on his face, put it to his mouth and licked it, "Yes, is it General Dong's turn to try the three-pointed two-edged knife below?"

Dong Xian was unexpected, so he could only block the attack with the stick handle of the tiger's head crescent shovel on the spot, and his body was also lying on the back of the horse, feeling that the strength was a little unsupportable, and the opponent's knife was getting closer and closer to his body, only a few centimeters away. "Damn, this pose doesn't work at all. Dong Xian cursed in his heart.

Just when Ali's three-pointed two-edged knife was about to fall on Dong Xian's body, Dong Xian's green-maned horse suddenly startled and galloped away, and Dong Xian fell off the horse sideways because of this sudden move, rolled a few times, but was saved, and Ali used all his strength to press down, and the three-pointed two-edged knife fell straight to the ground, and he maintained the posture of grabbing the handle of the knife and standing upside down.