24 Liu Feng's helmet has been cut off at some point, and there are no less than ten wounds on his body, large and small, and the fine fish scale armor has long been covered with blood and tattered. 3 At this time, he was still in high spirits, and his hoarse throat kept calling, but he couldn't make any sound.

The head dodged the fierce roar, Liu Feng's bun was scattered, and his backhand slid into the ribs of the Xianbei man, and the heavy sound of "呑" made a loud sound, and the Xianbei man, who could no longer control the horse, fell to the ground and became a new ghost under the hooves of the horse. A Xianbei man with a mace in his hand rushed over, and slapped a stick on Liu Feng's head, Liu Feng could not avoid it, raised his knife and "clicked" to block this powerful stick, but his arm lost consciousness almost at the same time, the knife slipped weakly, and he only felt that the blood in his chest was churning, as if he was about to burst, his face was hot and sweaty, his throat was sweet, and he "poofed" a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he shook twice on the horse, and almost fell off the horse.

Yan Ming shouted violently, and with an axe, he split the Xianbei man into two sections from shoulder to waist, jumped high, flew out and kicked a Xianbei man off the horse, and his body couldn't help shaking twice, his feet were weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Huh-" There was a warm feeling on his face, and Liu Feng suddenly woke up, the head of a Han knight flew out with his neck, blood gushed wildly, and the Xianbei man wearing the golden eagle mask roared and slashed at his head.

"Warriors!" At the last moment, Liu Feng, who had no basis in his hand, calmed down, and praised heartily in a dumb voice, he had already noticed that this Golden Eagle mask had been in place for a long time, and no less than ten lives of the Han army were destroyed under his hands. Without too much indignation, Liu Feng hurriedly bent his waist to avoid the knife, clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and rushed forward with the Golden Eagle mask by mistake.

The golden eagle mask's eyes lit up, and with a clear sound, he stabbed the Han child in the back with a backhand, and his body turned casually, but his waist suddenly tightened, and the Han child had jumped on his horse with a fish leap that was rare for the grassland people, and hugged her from behind. The Golden Eagle Mask was not in a hurry, and without much thought, the knife turned again and again, and was stabbing at his side.

With a "bell", the palm of the Golden Eagle mask was numb, and an iron gun was drilled appropriately, which could withstand it. The Golden Eagle Mask turned back in amazement, only to see that the Han army general who was blocking him had already withdrawn his iron spear, raised his hand and pierced the throat of a Xianbei man.

The foal is still running.

The Han kid behind the golden eagle's mask had already left the enemy again, jumped on his horse that had returned to the Savior, and faced a merit-hungry Xianbei man on the wrong horse. The cold wind blew in his face, and a lightning-fast punch hit him in the lower abdomen before the Xianbei scimitar was cut down, and the Xianbei scimitar had been transferred to the hands of the Han child.

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Gui Tehu, who was standing on the slope and watching the battle, gasped, there are so many Han heroes! That flying general is still in the prime of life, and now once this Han child grows up, how can Mo Yuan people resist it?

Flesh and blood flew, the sound of fighting drowned out all the noise between heaven and earth, and the gushing blood was frozen together with the thick snow forever.

The Han people in the strangulation used their extremely sharp hundred refining knives to easily cut through the thin leather armor of one Xianbei person after another, quickly cut off the arms of the Xianbei people, cut their abdomen and chest, and even the scimitars that were not cut in the hands of most of the Xianbei people were also waved into two sections in the hands of the fierce Han army.

The scimitar of the Xianbei people can only cut a dent in the heavy armor of the Han people, cut a not deep hole, and wait for it to enter the flesh, but the strength has declined, unless the Han man is directly knocked off the horse, it can not cause much damage to the Han people at all.

The courage of the two armies is comparable, but the difference in weapons is fatal, and the life of one Han soldier can be exchanged for two, three, or even more Xianbei people. 3

The beautiful and brave Golden Eagle Mask had been out of contact with the Han army, and the puddles of red on his body made Gui Tehu shiver unexpectedly, but he saw that in addition to the murderous aura in those beautiful big eyes, there was an inexplicable taste, frustration? Impotence? Or whatever.

And Helian, who was self-defeating in order to hide the situation, was never able to get away from the pursuit of the Han army, and shouted angrily, with the continuous reduction of the guards around him, but only the embarrassed dodge remained, and Wu Yong, who had always been self-assured, could not be mentioned at all at this time. Several times the Han people's knives reached his chest, and if it weren't for the sacrifice of loyal and brave guards around him from time to time, he would have already been in two places.

The sky was getting darker.

"Defeated......" staring at the Han reinforcements rushing in, Guite's face became darker and darker, muttering nonsense.

At this time, there were less than 300 people left in the 1,000-strong Han army, and everyone hung up the lottery, but they did not show any defeat.

The numerical advantage of the Xianbei people was not shown at all on this small battlefield, because the hundreds of scarred Han troops were like magnets on Kunlun Mountain, always firmly gathered together, and there was no possibility of being scattered, but in the heart of the Xianbei people, they rushed left and right, and the Xianbei iron cavalry was scattered. There were no less than 2,000 Xianbei people who died directly under their swords, and countless people were injured.

All along, the grassland peoples, who were well aware of their weaknesses, were trying their best to avoid direct confrontation with the morale-boosting Han army, and they preferred to do it, that is, to lure the Han army into the vast desert, and then send rangers to constantly harass it, cut off its food routes, and curb its water sources, until the Han army was dragged down and then given a fatal blow.

The reason for this is that the heavy armor and sharp blades of the Han army are not comparable to those of the steppe peoples. An excellent general commanded the tenacious Han army, which was enough to not fall behind in the confrontation with the Hu army, which was three or five times larger.

"If I have a thousand Han people's hundred refining knives, I can become the overlord of the Neng Grassland!" Gui Tehu silently made an extravagant wish in his heart, and resolutely turned the horse's head.

"Let's go!" In the end, with a blazing light, he looked at the two armies in the melee with a complicated look, and Gui Tehu reluctantly spit out this word.

"Gui Tehu?" The Xianbei people who were guarding Gui Tehu were stunned one by one, even though Gui Tehu had always been unable to fight because of his physical reasons, but there had never been such an escape from the battle.

It's just that when everyone followed the direction of Guite Huwang, looking at the red-faced general who took the lead in the Han army reinforcements, he threw off the Han army reinforcements behind him no less than twenty steps away, and rushed into the Xianbei army formation alone.

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Guan Yu's eyes only glanced at Liu Feng, and when he saw that he was fine, he led the cavalry to chase the enemy with confidence, as for where he could kill tonight, it was not Liu Feng who wanted to care.

With the absolute superiority of the army, the Han army could not be defeated for a long time, and when Guan Yu led the cavalry to catch up, the collapse of the Xianbei people was like a snowball, and it could no longer be contained. The confident Helian even threw his nephew Fu Luohan and thousands of Xianbei warriors who were wounded and fell from their horses to the murderous Han army, and fled with the cronies and guards who could escape.

The night was getting thicker, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

A hundred dead and alive, Liu Feng sat weakly in the pile of dead people, his body was already covered with a thick layer of snow, but his buttocks were soft and he didn't know which dead man's abdomen or thighs he was sitting on, he didn't have the luxury of lowering his head to see clearly. This battle is finally the end of the fuck!

In the direction of Cloudsdale, several bright and dark torches flickered, indicating that there were still people looking for something.

Chiyan couldn't stop spraying a thick mist, but the horse's head kept rubbing on Liu Feng's shoulder, but Liu Feng didn't have the strength to appease it anymore. In front of and behind them, there were all Han soldiers who had fought to the death, and I don't know how many people did not die in the battle formation of the Xianbei people, but they fell asleep forever at the moment of sitting down and resting.

Yan Ming's chest was cut a foot-long opening, and the bones were visible, but he was hastily bandaged slightly, and the strong Yan Ming never said a word, and he loyally stayed by Liu Feng's side, although there was no longer a Xianbei person who could move on the battlefield. Zhang Yan is still standing tall, as one of the blades of the Han army, he has been rushing to the forefront, people are bloody horses for blood horses, and he is also injured a lot, but he is the least injured of the three, the wound has already stopped bleeding, but his face is still a little pale, and he looks extremely thin in this cold wind.

The ownerless Huma let out a wail, but the wounded and tired living people on the ground were soon covered in snow.

As soon as the fast horse roared, the rider with a yellow scarf on the horse knelt down in front of Liu Cover: "Report to the marquis, report to the big leader, there are still living people in Cloud City!" ”

Liu Feng let out a long breath, and said to Zhang Yan with a hoarse throat: "General Zhang, I am tired of your order to carry all the brothers to Cloud City, whether they are alive or dead. When he said this, he left the benefits of cleaning the battlefield to the Montenegrin Army, and there were nearly 1,000 ownerless war horses on the battlefield alone, regardless of weapons and armor.

Zhang Yan stood up solemnly, bowed to Liu Feng gratefully, and sent the order down. After this tragic battle, Zhang Yan at this time was already heartbroken by Liu Feng, and had no objection to his words.

Liu Feng was going to say a few polite words to Zhang Yan, but he didn't bother to move, he stretched out his hand and stroked Chi Yan's forehead, Chi Yan lowered his body willingly, and let Liu Feng climb on the horse's back and go in the direction of Cloud City.