Aluca, who stopped laughing, looked down at Zhu Ziming at his feet, and then turned his head to look at Qiu Xin in the distance, a cruel smile appeared on his face, and then with both feet, his body was like an arrow, flying towards Qiu Xin.

There was a sudden rumbling sound of hooves behind him, but Aluca's excitement in the face of his prey made him directly ignore everything around him, thinking that Humeng's cavalry had begun to charge this side, after all, according to the current situation, taking the East City Gate was just a matter of hand.

The ghostly body made it impossible for the Yan soldiers on the opposite side to catch his trajectory at all, and every soldier who was swept by him left a knife mark on his neck without exception, and then slowly fell down in a panicked and painful expression.

Like facing Zhu Ziming before, Aluka obviously has no intention of a quick decision, he likes this kind of pretense of kindness before the abuse, and even "love to the depths", and occasionally shed a few tears of sympathy to make himself appear more kind.

Seeing Aluka rushing forward, Qiu Xin knew that he could no longer avoid it, and drew his sword and roared, quite old and strong, but when he took two steps forward, he was kicked in the chest by Aluka's right foot with extreme force.

The sound of the sternum breaking was accompanied by a muffled snort, Qiu Xin's body flew upside down several feet in response, and then fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword in his hand also fell off in the distance.

Qiu Xin coughed, blood seeped out of his mouth, mixed with scraps of internal organs, he sat up with difficulty, ignoring how Aluca, who was a few steps away, teasing and ridiculing, actually closed his eyes, and looked like he had suddenly given up his life and let him take it.

Aluka still showed his kindness and empathy to Qiu Xin as he did with Zhu Ziming, but no matter how emotionally he spoke, only Qiu Xin's closed eyes and recuperated his mind answered him.

Annoyed and angry, Aluka didn't plan to continue to perform at Qiu Xin, although this made him very unwilling and angry, but there was no time for him to play again, because the Humeng soldiers on the city wall suddenly became fewer, and there was also an extreme martial cultivator who came out of nowhere, killing the people he brought to the ground one after another, and under the sight, in just a few breaths, seven or eight people had lost their lives.

The anger in Aluca's eyes suddenly condensed, and the scimitar in his hand flashed, slashing towards Qiu Xin's head! At least this head can be exchanged for a lot of credit.

"Ding!" The scimitar that was cut off stopped at the side of Qiu Xin's neck, and he saw a willow leaf long knife blocking the sharp blade, and a strand of white hair on Qiu Xin's head slowly fell down the blade.

Aluka raised his eyebrows, he was very curious about which guy who didn't have long eyes came to seek death, but when he looked up, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat, because the extremely martial aura on the person in front of him was very strong, and Aluka asked himself, with his current strength, he couldn't reach this level at all.

"I've met my opponent!" Aluka couldn't help but feel a little flustered in her heart, but her face was extremely relaxed, and her eyes swept around, looking for a chance to escape.

But the person who came obviously didn't give him much time to think, the willow leaf long knife that blocked his scimitar took advantage of the situation, and a force that Arouca couldn't compete with was instantly transmitted from the blade to his arm, and the right hand raised high and backward was slightly loosened under the shock, and the scimitar in his hand flew out far away.

The figure took a few steps back to stabilize, and Aluka, who showed a look of horror in his eyes, no longer had the pretense of composure just now, and the extremely martial cultivation of the Yan general in front of him had reached the point where it was difficult for Aruka to match.

"Hey..."The Yan Jiang smiled coldly and walked slowly towards Aluca, while Aluka retreated with some trepidation, "It's just a clown who jumps off the beam, and he dares to show off his power here?" ”

An unexpected scene, but staged at this time, I saw Aluka "poof" kneeling down, kowtowing to the Yan general in front of him, and at the same time said in his lame Yan Mandarin: "The general spares his life, in fact, he is also a Yan person, only because of the situation at the beginning, he voted for Humeng, and now he has learned from the pain, and is determined to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and put himself under the command of the general to serve his life." ”

Yan Wuji was almost amused by the shamelessness of the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Based on your words alone, how can I believe you, so let's tie you up first, and when Hu Mengbing retreats, how about we discuss it carefully?" ”

"Good, good, as it should be! As it should be! Aluka smiled secretly in his heart, as long as he was out of the sight of the person in front of him, how could it be difficult to hold an extremely martial cultivator in a mere binding, and then it would be almost easy to find a way to leave.

Yan Wuji beckoned, and the two Yan soldiers quickly stepped forward and tied Aluka with a thumb-thick hemp rope, and after the binding was over, Yan Wuji stretched out his index finger to Aluka and hooked it, signaling Aluka to come forward.

Aluka smiled flatteringly, although his body was tied firmly, his feet were still free, and he ran quickly in front of Yan Wuji, bending down and looking up, waiting for Yan Wuji's command.

Yan Wuji slowly put his head close to Aluka's ear and said coldly, "You are so disgusting! ”

Aluka was shocked, but before he could react, a sharp pain in his hands and feet made him scream in an instant, which was the result of Yan Wuji picking off his hand and tendons, and gurgling blood flowed out of his limbs.

Don't care about Aluca, who is lying on the ground wailing and wailing, because after the tendons of his hands and feet are broken, even if he is an extreme martial arts cultivator, he will not want to move a single bit.

After Yan Wuji ordered the two soldiers to throw him into prison, he came to Qiu Xin's side, but at this time, Qiu Xin was already out of breath and inlet in little, and the obvious depression in his left chest had already explained everything to Yan Wuji.

Yan Wuji's body suddenly trembled slightly, his knees slowly bent and knelt in front of Qiu Xin, and after three loud sounds, he choked up and said, "Camp commander, Wuji is late to come back!" ”

Qiu Xin stretched out his hand and shook his head slightly, and comforted in an extremely weak voice: "I can see you coming with reinforcements before leaving, and I have no regrets. ”

Yan Wuji kowtowed to Qiu Xin three times again, although he wanted to accompany Qiu Xin on his last journey, he still hurriedly got up and rushed to the city gate, because there were more important things to do there.

And Qiu Xin kept sitting there, looking at Yan Wuji who was gradually moving away, with relief and regret in his eyes, until all his looks dissipated.

Outside the east city gate at this time, Zhang Erhu took the 5,000 cavalry battalion to rampage several times in the chaotic army of Humeng, and the Humeng soldiers who had completely abandoned the war horse were fighting because they were attacking the city before, so they could not organize any effective confrontation for a while, and they were killed by the 5,000 cavalry battalion.

Just when everyone was in high spirits and was about to rush again, the east gate of Xiema Town slowly opened at this time, and Zhang Erhu saw this and ordered: "Five horses into the city!" ”

Because the cavalry unit in the Yan army is more special than other types of troops, it is often used to "ride" to represent a thousand-person team, so at this time, the "five horses" in Zhang Erhu's mouth refers to the fifth cavalry thousand-person team of the Xiao cavalry battalion.

After speaking, he raised his gun and straddled his horse, and once again charged against the rebel army under the city, and another thousand cavalry slowly entered the city from the east gate.

At this time, in the Humeng camp, Temutel looked at the battle situation in front of him so angrily that he gritted his teeth and gurgled, and roared angrily at the two Humont generals who looked like commanders behind him: "Where did this cavalry come from? Why haven't I received any messages before? ”

The two commanders bowed their heads tremblingly, not daring to look up at Temutel, and one of them, a slightly chubby man, replied, "I... We... The scouts sent out were quietly destroyed, and so... So no one returns. ”

"Yes, yes, yes," the other person's head clicked like a chicken pecking rice.

Temutel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his thumb slowly stroking back and forth on the hilt of the knife, so frightened that the two commanders instantly knelt on the ground, kowtowing heavily one after another, even if their foreheads were already dark, they had no intention of stopping.

He begged Temuter bitterly, begging the other party to give them another chance, but Hanzan, who was Timurtier's henchman, looked at the two with some sarcasm, his eyes were already like looking at a dead man, you must know that Temutel touched the handle of the knife with his thumb, that is, he really moved his murderous intent, and there was no room for negotiation at all.

Obviously, the two men also understood this habit of Temutel, so they suddenly knelt down and wailed, but their begging had no effect, and Temutel turned his gaze back to the battlefield outside the camp.

With a wave of his hand, several cold-blooded sword and shield hands strode up, without any movement of dragging mud and water, and in the midst of the two still cried and begged, two sharp blades sounded, and two huge human heads rolled to the ground like watermelons.

"Aren't the cavalry ready yet?" His voice was as cold as ice and snow, and one of the Humeng generals beside Han Zan immediately replied, "The capital is ready." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, waiting for all those swallows to enter the city?"

"It's... It was "the general ran quickly to the rear of the camp, and after a while, only to hear a burst of people roaring and neighing, a group of neat Humeng cavalry slowly stepped out of the various camps, forming a torrent of steel in front of the big camp, even if the Yan soldiers who were far away at the wall of Xiema Town saw it, they couldn't help but gasp, sweating for the Yan cavalry who were still hovering outside the city.

Temutel smiled slowly, and it was only then that he felt at ease in his heart, the Humeng Iron Cavalry had always been the pride of the Humeng people, and only they could give the Humeng army, which had been hit before, the courage to cheer up again.

"Hanzan, don't let Ben Shuai down!" Temutel turned his gaze to his confidant, who bowed slightly, mounted the Humont steed, which had already been prepared by the side, and rushed out of the camp.

Zhang Erhu saw the Humeng iron cavalry that had been assembled in front of Humeng's camp, and his heart was terrified, the secret road was not good, there were still 2,000 cavalry outside the city, and the previous three cavalry had just begun to enter the city.

In his heart, he roared loudly: "The two horsemen listen to the order, you form here, if the first horse can still withstand it, you will wait for the opportunity to enter the city, if the first horse is exhausted, you will continue to fight, until the three horsemen all enter the city and close the city gate." ”

"Order!" The second cavalry commander was behind Zhang Erhu, and when he heard the battalion commander's order, although he wanted to say something, he finally responded loudly.

Then Zhang Erhu glanced at a knight soldier behind him with some absolute certainty, "Soldiers of the first horse, the time has come for me to serve my family and country, urge your war horses, hold the spear in your hand, and follow me...... Rush! Kill! ”

A monstrous killing sound accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, facing the Humeng iron cavalry hundreds of feet away, fiercely rushed over.

On Hu Meng's side, Han Zan, who was staring proudly in front of the formation, also sneered, raised the saber in his hand, and swung forward vigorously, and the rolling iron hooves were like a torrent against the menacing Yan cavalry, fearlessly launching a hedge.