In Fei Qian's eyes, everything in front of him seemed to slow down in an instant, the blood droplets flying in the air, the battle axes chopped by the humble and strong men, and the movements of the surrounding soldiers were all like slow motion in the movie, unbelievably clear.

The two Mo swordsmen in front of Fei Qian, when the Xianbei strong man's battle axe slashed, roared in unison, did not retreat, did not parry and block, they actually stepped forward in unison, raised their knives and slashed! It's all the idea of exchanging the life of this humble and strong man at the cost of one leg!

The shield-wielding Xianbei armor hurriedly took a step up the wall, raising his shield high in an attempt to block the blade cut by the Mo knifeman; At the same time, Huang Sanlang, who was originally left behind because of his injury, also struggled out from the side diagonally with a shield, trying to resist the chopped tomahawk for Mo's knife hand......

The Mo knife and the battle axe slashed at the shield almost at the same time!

With a loud sound of "bell", the shield made of cowhide iron sheet in Huang Sanlang's hand was suddenly torn apart, and even the iron bar in the shield was bent and swept to Huang Sanlang's erected arm.

But the speed of the tomahawk was also greatly slowed down, and it was finally stopped by Huang Sanlang risking his life!

And the Xianbei people's shield is even more unbearable, with the wooden base cowhide as the texture of the mask can not withstand the extremely sharp Mo knife slash, the knife light is embedded in the wooden shield in the last moment, and the next second it blooms in the wood grain, accompanied by the blood mist of the Xianbei shield bearer, and even the arm is cut into two pieces!

One drum, and then three and three exhausted, I don't know how many strong Xianbei strong men, a few axes failed to cut down the heavy armor guards in front of Fei Qian, between the legs and feet couldn't help but stumble, a little soft, the body has been a little unstable, since the Xianbei armor rushed into battle, close to an hour of fierce battles are fighting at the forefront, even if it is an iron man will be tired, not to mention that there are already a lot of wounds on the body, but they have not been treated in time.

Fei sneaked in front of the Mo knife hand but got a chance to breathe, Tuan Tuan protected Fei in the center, the sharp Mo knife slashed up and down left and right like a moon wheel, not only blocked the momentum of the Xianbei strong man rushing forward, but even the last group of guards around him Dugu Yu Huan also hacked to death and slashed a lot......

"Battle! Come on! Lonely Yu Huan took the man to cover the flank of the Xianbei strong man, and coordinated the attack on Fei Qian's last circle of Mo Dao guards, while looking at the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but urge urgently.

But in the eyes of the humble and strong man Battle, the whole world is already double, the sight has gradually become dark and blurred with the continuous flow of blood, the chest and abdomen are like flames burning, the pain in the limbs has gradually numb, he knows that he has reached the limit, even if he retreats at this time, I am afraid he will not live long, so it is better to drag a Han army general to back his back!

Battle roared like a wild beast, tried his best to raise the battle axe again, facing the long knife cut by the Mo knife hand, and slashed diagonally, at this moment, he didn't care if he would be cut by the Mo knife, he just wanted to kill Fei Qian in the formation!

The Mo knife hand, who had just been exempted from the misfortune of breaking his leg, did not flinch at all, and swept his knife one after another, one to cut the Xianbei strong man, and the other to cut the tomahawk handle of the Xianbei strong man Battle. Although the tomahawk is heavy and difficult to resist, the handle of the axe is easy to be cut off, and although it is wrapped with tendons and iron hoops to strengthen the strength of the axe handle, it is still a weak point.

Between the lightning and flint, the Xianbei strong man Battle actually twisted his body in an urgent moment, pulled back with all his hands, pulled back the oblique tomahawk, dodged the knife that slashed at the handle of the axe, and then didn't look at the long knife cut by the Mo knife hand, aimed at Fei Qian behind the Mo knife hand, and unexpectedly suddenly turned around and threw the battle axe at Fei Qian in the array!

The huge battle axe spun in the air like an erected wheel, and it burrowed through the gap in the middle of Modao's hand!

No one expected that the Xianbei strong man Battle would throw the tomahawk out, and the Mo Dao hand who was blocking the front was caught off guard and hurriedly used the Mo knife to pick it, but he picked a vacancy, and watched the tomahawk whizz past and dived straight towards Fei.

At this time, standing next to Fei Qian, there was only one Wang Ershi left by Huang Xu before, and when he saw the battle axe smashed head-on, he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only raise the shield and put the whole person in front of Fei Qian!

The tomahawk roared, but unexpectedly did not hit anyone, and swept past Wang Ershi and Fei Qian, and then smashed on the ground in the formation with a "poof", stirring up a large area of earth......

Battle, who had been stabbed in the body by the Mo knife but was holding on to the handle of the Mo knife, blinked his already dim eyes vigorously and muttered: "Damn...... crooked ......" immediately discharged the strength of his whole body and fell to his knees.

Mo Dao took advantage of the situation to slash sideways, and there was not much blood spurting out of Battle's severed neck, and the strong and burly headless body shook a few times, and smashed to the ground with a thud, his human head spun in the air, rolled, and finally fell into the dust......

"Battle is dead!" I don't know which Xianbei soldier subconsciously shouted out, which immediately attracted the attention of the other Xianbei soldiers around him, and then more Xianbei soldiers began to shout in panic, "Battle is dead!" Battle is dead! ”

The momentum of the Xianbei armor soldier suddenly leaked. As a rare warrior among the Xianbei warriors, Battle has always been regarded as the bravest warrior and the spiritual leader of the Xianbei warriors, but now he has died in the Han army's chariot formation.

The Xianbei armor soldiers nearby were all stunned at this moment, and immediately panicked......

Even a warrior like Battle can't rush in, can't break the last line of defense of the Han army, can I still rush in?

As soon as the person thought about it too much, his hands slowed down, and suddenly the pain and fatigue that he had once ignored on his body suddenly surged up, and he saw that the Xianbei soldiers were fighting more and more chaotic, and the more they fought, the more they retreated.

"General! Not really! Not really! Withdraw! If you don't withdraw, it's all over! General Zuo, Dugu Yuhuan's guard, begged bitterly with a crying voice.

"No——! No...... Not ......"

Dugu Yuhuan's eyes were about to burst.

It's just one step away!

It's just one step away......

Battle's death was like a basin of ice water poured on his face in winter, which finally made Dugu Yuhuan sober up, the current situation, if he does not withdraw, as soon as the reinforcements of the Han army arrive, he will be doomed to the situation of the whole army.

Dugu Yu Huan stared at Fei Qian in the car formation, if his sight could kill, I am afraid that Fei Qian would already have dozens of holes in his body now.

“…… Cowards who will only hide behind! Dugu Yuhuan yelled angrily at Fei Qian, brandishing his war knife to invite Fei Qian to fight, "Han General, come out, there is a kind of battle between you and me!" ”

Several guards on Dugu Yu Huan's side repeated loudly, and suddenly the eyes of the soldiers on both sides converged on Fei Qian.

Fei Qian snorted, am I a fool?

Seeing that he finally survived to the current good situation, and then rushed to die? Although he has a spear in his hand, he knows his own situation, and it is okay to deal with a small soldier, and he really wants to go into battle to fight, hehe......

Fei Qian held the spear and laughed, and shouted loudly: "Okay! Wait for me to warm up for a while, don't run! ”

Wait a little longer, Ma Yue and Yu Fuluo will be wrapped, and when the time comes, hum......

Hearing Han Bing's words, Lonely Yu Huan closed his eyes in pain, then turned around and left: "...... Withdraw, we ...... Remove! Evacuate! ”

The Xianbei soldiers came like a tide before, and hit the earth-shattering waves on the car formation, but in the end they were still one step short of being able to completely defeat Fei Qian, and now with the sound of the horn of retreat, almost all the Xianbei soldiers were like the waves receding, and the once ferocious and fierce fight turned into a shallow foam on the beach, staggering and fleeing in a hurry......

"How is Zhonglang?!" A moment later, Ma Yue rushed to the side of the car formation and yelled at the middle of the car formation.

"Zhonglang is fine! Zhonglang has an order! Twenty miles of pursuit! ”

The physical strength of the war horse is almost exhausted, and once it runs away, it is not something that can be done in three or two months if it wants to be raised again, so Fei Xian restrained the temptation of wanting to pursue all the way in the car formation, and only issued a limited pursuit order.

"A certain order!" Ma Yue raised his spear on horseback and shouted, "Zhonglang Wansheng!" The Han army wins! Sons! And follow a certain chase to kill Xianbei! ”

"Zhonglang Wansheng!"

"The Han army wins!"

At this moment, all the Han people forgot their fatigue and pain, and even the wounded who were lying on the ground raised their hands to the sky and shouted, as if announcing something to the sky and the earth......

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! ”