The Anjun had never seen such a weapon as a broken crossbow, and when the Anjun soldiers who had never been on the battlefield watched their companions being shot out by the oncoming giant crossbow arrows, their minds were first blank, and then their minds collapsed, and people screamed and turned around and ran, and for a while, the An's front army was in chaos, and there were countless casualties caused by trampling on each other.

Seeing that the enemy camp had dispersed, Zhan Hu immediately realized that the fighter plane was coming, and he wielded the spirit hammer and shouted: "Brothers, kill—"

"Kill—"

Boom - 20,000 soldiers of the Plains Army, put away the bows and arrows in their hands, drew their sabers, and rushed forward at full speed with shouts. The speed of the plain army's sprint was amazingly fast, and when you look at it coldly, it really looks like a raging flood.

When the two armies came into contact, the clash of armor rang out, and an entire row of soldiers in the An'an camp was knocked to the ground, and before they could get up, the broadsword of the Wind Army had been slashed off from the head.

Pounce, pounce, pounce!

In just an instant, there were no less than hundreds of soldiers whose heads were cut off, and the battlefield became a bloody hell on earth.

This was only the beginning, as hand-to-hand combat between the two sides was in full swing as the two armies went into full-scale combat.

The actual combat experience of the Plains Army is too rich, I don't know how many times I have experienced such a scene, the whole army has long been accustomed to it, but the Anjun Army is not, it usually lives a stable and comfortable life, even if it is a little more trained, it is shouting and shouting tired, and now when it encounters the Plain Army like a wolf and a tiger, the combat strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

This can only be said that the An army was too unlucky, and when it first entered the battlefield, it encountered the most brave and warlike Plains Army in the Wind Army.

On the battlefield, the war tiger took the lead in rushing to the front, a huge spirit hammer was waved, and the surrounding soldiers of An died when they touched it, and they died if they stuck to it, and the bloody corpses that were smashed were paved with a layer of where he passed.

The soldiers of the Plains Army below were not polite, slashing and killing the soldiers in front of them, because there were too many enemies, the wind army that rushed in front quickly cut off the steel knife in their hands, but the people did not panic, threw away the broken knife, picked up the weapons of the An army, and continued to slash and kill the enemies in the crowd.

As soon as the battle began, the front army of the An army was in chaos, and the elite of the 50,000 An army was defeated by the 20,000 plain army led by Zhan Hu, and the whole scene can only be described as a rout. Frightened by the ferocity of the enemy, the soldiers of the Anjun army scattered and fled, and even the soldiers carrying the military flag abandoned the flag and fled in fear.

In the battlefield, the role of the military flag is like a compass, where the military flag is, the soldiers below will rush to kill, now the An army even has no military flag, coupled with the chaos on the battlefield, psychological tension and panic, people are like headless flies, and they don't know which direction to run.

Li De, who was sitting in the Chinese army, saw that his front army was defeated and was killed by the enemy so badly that he couldn't sit still on the chariot, so he subconsciously stood up, pointed ahead, and roared angrily: "How did the front army fight this battle?" Who commanded the former army? This person should be pulled out and chopped alive! ”

The generals around the chariot looked at each other, and finally hung their heads, and no one dared to speak.

They can see clearly that it is not that there is a problem with their own command, but that the combat power of the wind army is too strong, and the battle is too brave, whether it is the wind general or the wind soldier, it is like a fierce ghost or demon crawling out of hell, and the ferocity is beyond imagination, no matter who commands the front army, I am afraid that the result will not be better than now.

At this time, Jiang Shaozhi was quite calm, and he said to Li De urgently: "General, quickly send the Chinese army to the top, otherwise the front army will be defeated, and the morale of our entire army will be lost!" ”

Yes, yes, yes, the former army must be rescued! Li De turned his head sideways and said to Ma Ran beside him: "General Ma, this commander will give you 20,000 soldiers, you go to reinforce the front army quickly, and you must bring back the rout no matter what!" ”

"Yes! Checkmate! "Ma Ran has a good ability, others may be afraid of the wind army, but he is not afraid.

He agreed simply, led 20,000 Chinese soldiers and soldiers, and quickly met the defeated and retreating front army.

Looking at his own soldiers who were already scattered and lost their armor, Ma Ran was furious and roared: "Give me all back, whoever dares to take a step back will be killed!" ”

The timely arrival of reinforcements really stabilized the rout of the front army, and the dizzy soldiers of the front army who were killed by the wind army saw that their reinforcements had arrived, and their hearts were full of fighting spirit.

However, their fighting spirit did not last long, and when they faced the wind army that rushed over again, they still involuntarily retreated.

The difference in combat strength between the two sides is too great, and the disparity is so great that it can no longer be reversed by fighting spirit and hard work.

In the battle, patches of the Anjun army were cut down by the Plains Army, and the wounded did not have time to get up and escape, they were trampled into meatloaf by the surging wind army, the screams of the wounded and the wails of dying filled the entire battlefield, and the loess on the ground was stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of everyone in the Anjun.

Ma Ran looked around the battlefield and was secretly speechless.

When he didn't go to the battlefield, he didn't feel too much, and he was complacent about his outstanding spiritual martial arts, and no one paid attention to them, but now that he was on the battlefield, he suddenly realized that he was insignificant, on the battlefield where he couldn't see the edge at a glance, the role of one person was too limited, even if there was a strong spiritual martial art, he could kill a hundred enemies, a thousand enemies, but could he still kill all the enemies? Can you save all your soldiers?

Just when Ma Ran was feeling powerless, he suddenly saw an enemy general rushing towards him on foot, this wind general was two meters tall, his burly and tall figure was like a small mountain, the most terrifying thing was the spirit hammer in his hand, the big one was terrifying, the original white spirit hammer had completely turned dark red, and there were a lot of meat foam and meat shreds hanging on it.

Isn't this the general who followed Xiao Muqing? Although Zhan Hu was covered with spirit armor at this time, Ma Ran still recognized him, there were so many enemies that it was impossible to start, so he would cut off the head of the enemy general first! Thinking of this, Ma Ran lifted the spirit knife, knocked his heel on the horse's belly, shouted, and rushed straight towards the war tiger.

Under his shouting, the soldiers who were blocking the front retreated, made way for him, and rushed to the front of the war tiger unimpeded, without greeting, raising the knife was a heavy split.

He was fast, and the speed of the war tiger was not slow, the latter raised the spirit hammer and shouted: "Open! ”

In the piercing sound of iron striking, the spirit knife was violently knocked up more than half a meter high. Ma Ran felt that he was not slashed on a weapon, but more like he was slashed on an iron pier, his arm was shaken, and the tiger's mouth seemed to burst into pain.

This man has a lot of strength! Before Ma Ran could put away his knife, the war tiger stood up from the ground, and hit Ma Ran on the horse with a hammer on the head, and shouted at the same time: "You also take my move!" ”

Airplanes!

The spirit hammer slammed down condescendingly, but the dull sound of breaking wind was like a boulder pressing on people's hearts, making people feel stuffy.

He had already made a hard move with Zhan Hu just now, Ma Ran knew that this man's strength was by no means comparable to his own, where did he dare to pick up his hammer at this time, he hurriedly turned his horse to dodge and ran out sideways.

Boom - Ma Ran dodged, the battle tiger slammed a hammer on the ground, smashing the ground out of a large pit nearly one meter long, how high the dust rolled up, the violent roar made Ma Ran step off the horse frightened, a strange scream, the two forward kicks were lifted high, standing on the ground as if standing upright, the frightened Ma Ran was not prepared, and was directly lifted down.

Thump!

Ma Ran fell to the ground on his back facing the sky, fortunately he had a spirit armor to protect his body, otherwise the force of this fall would be enough to break his bones and tendons.

Seeing that he missed a blow, Zhan Hu immediately stepped forward, rushed to the side of Ma Ran, who fell to the ground, and raised his hammer to hit him again.

Ma Ran was frightened and rolled out of the way with the spirit knife, and he could dodge the hammer.

The opponent's strength is too great, if you only fight close to the body, you will never be able to win, you can only open the distance and win with your spiritual martial skills. After Ma Ran got up, he retreated again and again, widening the distance between him and Zhan Hu, and then broke off, and the spirit knife in his hand flashed brightly, and then the cross slash was released.

Zhan Hu also wanted to test the strength of the opponent's spiritual martial arts, not to dodge and dodge, and to meet each other with the spirit chaos and wind.

In an instant, the spirit blades on the field flew, and the energy flowed in all directions, and the collision of the spirit blades and the spirit blades made a series of muffled sounds.

Neither of them used their full strength, and the Lingwu skills were also evenly matched, Ma Ran gritted his teeth and roared: "You take me again!" ”

This time, the essence light of the spirit knife in his hand flickered even more, and the surrounding air fluctuated due to the high concentration of spiritual energy, and the soldiers on both sides felt as if the air had suddenly turned into substance, and pushed themselves backwards again and again, in fact, it was the effect of spiritual pressure.

Seeing that the other party was going to use the top skills, Zhan Hu didn't dare to be careless, the spirit hammer waved casually, and the essence light appeared, just like Ma Ran, the air around him also produced fish scale-like fluctuations, and the soldiers on both sides around him were pushed farther away.

"Kill—"

Ma Ran took the lead and unleashed a cross slash. In an instant, countless tiny spirit blades were intertwined into a huge cross shape in the air, the spirit blades broke through the wind, and the whistling sound continued, and the dust on the ground was shaken up so high that it covered the sky and the sun, and the sound was terrifying.

The War Tiger on the other side also made a move, and the skill he released was Spirit Chaos.

Unlike the Cross Slash, the blades of the Chaos Pole are not concentrated, but dispersed and released, like a giant net, giving the illusion to those who are in it, as if the heavens and the earth have been swallowed up by it.

The collision of the two top skills can be described as earth-shattering, and even the soldiers who were far away from the two of them were affected by it, and many people were still staring at the excitement, and they were inexplicably cut in two by the spirit blade that bounced over, and the flat and smooth fracture was like a mirror.