The winding procession was stained with white flakes of snow, and under the cover of night, more than 30,000 people rushed forward. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The speed of the horse was not fast, Zhao Li looked ahead on the horse's back, he turned his head to a partial general beside him and said, "Call the local guide." ”

The soldier took the order, and in a moment brought back a man with thick eyebrows and thin eyes.

Zhao Li looked at the guide, raised his torch, and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

"Clearly, and beyond that is the red forest. The guide glanced around with the turn of the torch and replied at once.

"Chilin?" Zhao Li's eyelids jumped, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. After a moment, he laughed at himself and rode forward. The rear army followed, and the ironclad clad made a muffled sound.

Half an hour later, Zhao Lile rode on a high slope, and in front of him the lights were bright, and there was a makeshift sentry tower, and on top of the sentry tower there were snoozing soldiers.

He raised his hand, and the outlines of the forests on both sides suddenly disappeared, and countless torches were suddenly extinguished. Zhao Li whispered before Wan Jun, "I finally caught up." ”

Immediately, the horse picked up the bell, the person was titled, and under the leadership of Zhao Li, he headed towards the camp.

Deep in the woods on both sides, countless cold eyes revealed excitement and shortness of breath. Peng Chu's expression did not change, and he ordered the whole army to hide, he looked towards the camp tent, and chuckled, "It's really heaven's will!"

"Phew. ”

When the cold bow and arrow pierced the necks of the soldiers on the sentry tower, splashing snowflakes. The neighing of horses suddenly sounded outside the stockade.

Countless arrows flew into the camp, iron hooves trampled over the wooden fence, and the soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom drew their heavy swords at their waists and roared into the camp.

The fire was deserted, and countless tents were opened, revealing an empty space, and the stockade was empty.

The blood turned cold, and several soldiers prostrated in front of Zhao Li, "General, there is no one in the stockade, this is an empty stockade." ”

Zhao Li knew in his heart that it was a plan, and he was in a hurry to rein in the horse. The sound of the bangzi outside the camp suddenly sounded, and the roar of the soldiers rushed to the sky, his pupils shrank, and countless bows and arrows mixed with flames shot towards them, landing on the camp tent, and suddenly the flames in the stockade were connected.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!"

Zhao Li shouted on the horse's back, slapped the horse's ass fiercely with his heavy sword, and the horse raised its heavy hooves and galloped.

The flames tore through the thick layer of snow, and outside the village, a silver helmet was black, and he fought out with a sword, and shouted on his horse, "Those who want to make military achievements and become famous, do not fight bloodily at this time, and wait for when!"

As soon as his roar fell, countless torches were thrown in front of him behind him, and countless heavily armored soldiers rushed out from behind him.

Suddenly, there was a shout of slaughter in the camp, and scarlet blood splattered into the ground like magma.

Xiang Yiming slashed at a soldier galloping towards him, slashing him under his horse. He looked at it, and about twenty meters in front of him was Zhao Li, the general of the Xuan Kingdom.

He quickly pulled out the arrow from the side pocket of the horse, and the corner of his mouth smiled, but it was a Xuanguo general who aimed the arrow at Zhao Li's side, and when an arrow was shot, he rode out of the horse and shouted, "I am the general Xiang Yiming, and I am willing to fight with you!"

The bow and arrow pierced the general's cheek, making a low sound like iron and lead piercing cotton wool, and the general was just about to endure the pain, and his body was slightly inclined and he was about to pull out the arrow, his pupils shrank, and a scimitar cut straight at him.

Before the man could make a sound, his head rolled under the horse, and the horse ran forward with the general who had lost his head. Seeing this, Zhao Li was frightened, and swung the heavy sword in his hand to cut down the soldier holding the scimitar, but when he turned his head, he saw a young general with a silver helmet riding a horse and killing him.

"Xiang Yiming!" Zhao Li whispered, not long after his words fell, Xiang Yiming rushed over and slashed the overlord knife in his hand, he hurriedly raised his hand and used his sword to resist the knife.

The two fierce horses neighed, their heads together, and the sword grid pressed against each other.

Zhao Li only felt the pain in the tiger's mouth, and when he was surprised in his heart, he clamped the horse's belly with his feet. Borrowing the horse under his crotch to move, pulling the heavy sword hard, suddenly sparks splashed, and when the sharp sound sounded, his body brushed Xiang Yiming, and Xiang Yiming came with a sword horizontally.

Xiang Yiming pulled the reins, hurriedly dodged, and took advantage of the other party's sword to cut the air, he patted the horse's belly with both feet, turned around and slashed it down.

The two battled over the horses for thirty rounds, with no win. Zhao Li didn't dare to fight, and when the heavy sword in his hand collided with Xiang Yiming's overlord sword, he used his strength to move away, pulled the reins and hurriedly rushed out with the soldiers.

Xiang Yiming pretended to chase after him, but he had already ordered to leave a gap at the defense line of the walled gate. He led the soldiers behind him to kill the Xuanguo soldiers who were left behind.

One corpse after another fell, skulls tumbling. The fire was bleak, and countless soldiers under the leadership of Xiang Yiming cut off the heads of the soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom like scarecrows.

The defense line pulled out a hole, and Zhao Li rushed out of the encirclement first. The flag bearer was on his right, hunting with the flag, he turned his head to look at the flag, and smiled bitterly.

When the army reached the woods, the sound of a bang almost frightened him from his horse.

Torches rang out suddenly in the woods, and there were many people in the darkness of the night.

The arrow-wielding foot soldier rushed out, pulling the bowstring and shooting towards Zhao Li's army.

The light of the fire from the bow and arrow suddenly lit up all around them.

Behind the forest foot soldiers, there were five thousand Youming Iron Horsemen stationed farther away, wrapped in white strips of cloth on the hooves of the Iron Horsemen.

Peng Chu pulled his bow, and an arrow shot into the air, and the cold air flow rubbed against the phosphorus powder to emit a dazzling light.

Suddenly, the horses moved, and all the cavalry pulled the reins and rushed towards Zhao Li's army.

This is a real heavy-armored iron horseman, a killing knight that the Xuzhou Business Alliance has spent more than ten years building.

White flakes of snow rolled, the ground shook slightly, and countless hoarse muffles tore out of the knight's throat.

When Zhao Li heard this, his heart felt cold. As they rode their horses, they saw the foot soldiers on both sides of the forest scatter in the firelight, and the heavily armored iron horses galloped out behind them.

Zhao Li's eyes turned, and while the two armies in the forest had not yet caught his army, he led the soldiers to run forward.

The torches were thrown at Zhao Li's army, the snow melted, and the arrows on both sides of the forest shot towards Zhao Li's army like locusts again.

When the two armies in the forest pressed up, the army led by Xiang Yiming caught up again.

"The one who gets Zhao Li's head will be rewarded with a thousand gold!"

Xiang Yiming heard a deafening roar in the army, Zhao Li laughed on horseback when he heard this, and behind it, many soldiers of the Xuan Kingdom had already lost their armor and ran forward with fear on their faces.

Before Zhao Li could break through, the heavily armored knights in the forest in front of them rushed out of the forest and cut off their back road.

Zhao Li saw that there were few soldiers and horses in front of him, shook the heavy sword in his hand, and led the cavalry who followed closely behind him to kill.

The snow was rolling, the killing cries were heard, and the soldiers led by Xiang Yiming pressed on it together, and the Xuanguo army collapsed and fell one by one in the night firelight.

Zhao Li led the army to kill, and it didn't take long to run, and more than a dozen hooked hands appeared behind him, hooking his armor and ankles.

When he swung his knife and slashed his head, the soldiers behind him pulled his hook hand sharply and dragged him off the horse's back, and his feet hung upside down on the saddle, and he was dragged by the horse for four or five meters, rolling in the snow.

When he stopped, a dozen heavy swords were staggered around his neck.

In front, the soldiers were crowded, and a young soldier in a silver helmet, carrying a sword, came in a sass.

(To be continued.) )