Blood is the catalyst for the achievement of Warriors. Entering the phase of stalemate, as long as they are not defeated, even the timid warriors will lose their minds under the stimulation of blood, and the frenzied killing of the enemy will occupy their consciousness and drive away all fear and cowardice.

The bloodiness of the Turgish cavalry broke out smoothly, and under the leadership of Balth, they desperately intercepted the enemy cavalry from behind. The outnumbered Trolls quickly filled in the hole that had been broken through, and became entangled with the Bright Three Horsemen, who were gradually losing their speed.

Fortunately, the Tuqi Shi people traveled a long distance and did not get sufficient information on the way, while the three riders of Guangming were waiting for work, both men and horses, and their physical strength was relatively abundant. Therefore, the three riders of light will not fall behind.

Both sides have their own advantages and disadvantages, and no one can help the other for a while.

The battle was fierce and stalemate, painful and frenzied.

Another red-eyed enemy rider crashed into Li Huaitang's scimitar, blood flying high along with his head. There are fewer and fewer left cavalry warriors around Li Huaitang, basically, these brave warriors are cut off by the enemy cavalry on the other side after slashing and killing an enemy horse, and the Damascus scimitar can't stand the advantage of the large number of Tuqi Shi, and the Tuqi Shi people are also very brave, knowing that the weapon in their hands is vulnerable, they still fearlessly meet it, and create an opportunity for Pao Ze at the cost of their lives.

Fierce battles are played out on this battlefield, and when the weapon in the hand is broken, it swoops up, throws the opponent to the ground, and then fights hand-to-hand until one side dies, or is trampled into flesh at the same time.

There is no need for any skills, and both sides are fighting to death.

Stimulated by blood and death, Li Huaitang frantically slashed and slashed the enemy horses around him. Ever since the protector had been cut off from the encirclement, he had cut off five or six scimitars of the Turgish, and three of his heads had been cut off by the way.

The morning sun in the desert is also very scorching and hot, making everyone on the battlefield sweat and panting. As strong as Li Huaitang could not match the harsh natural conditions, the loss of a large amount of water made him feel fatigue that he had never felt before, his throat was so dry that he was about to smoke, and his calves even had a faint feeling of twitching. There were more than ten Trolls who died directly under his scimitar, and the scimitar began to crack, but he still couldn't change the balance between the two sides.

"Hu Yijian, what are you doing here? Quick, fast riding and shooting, all the riding archers go back, riding and shooting! ”

Li Huaitang, who was fighting bloodily, met Hu Yijian, and he suddenly remembered the role of this archer.

The thrill and excitement of killing made Hu Yijian forget his advantage. Under Li Huaitang's commanding reminder, Hu Yijian was shocked.

More than 30 cavalrymen broke away from the chaotic battlefield, wandered a hundred paces away from the area of life-and-death struggle between the two sides, took out horned bows, and shot sharp arrows in their hands while instigating their horses, hunting and killing the enemies within their field of vision.

Hu Yijian was even more bloody, and three arrows in a row shot three enemy horsemen through the heart.

Hu Yi's arrow and the cavalry of dozens of them effectively relieved the pressure on the three horsemen of light. Many of the Turgish were shot off their horses for no apparent reason, and they didn't know what was going on, and there was some panic on the local battlefield.

The tiger general Balth is not blown, and the bloodthirsty scimitar in his hand is rarely an opponent. Meet the enemy, swing the knife, block, counter-slash, and hit the ground with your head.

The third result. Balth screamed triumphantly, unconcerned about the sticky blood running down his face, the corners of his mouth, and his arms.

Seeing that the slaughter of his soldiers was not a pleasant thing, Balth's arrogant behavior deeply angered Li Huaitang.

There are accidents, but there are also inevitable. The two strong meet in a narrow way.

The brave Barth doesn't believe in the butcher of Shiguo, and the scimitar in his hand is the best proof.

"Bang dang!"

The Damascus scimitar once again showed its invincible power, and Barth's scimitar was cut off as soon as it came into contact, and the blade of the broken blade slashed at Balth's goggle with the remaining momentum, and the goggle shattered instantly.

Shocked into a cold sweat, Barth looked at the scimitar hilt in his hand with palpitations. The heart goggles that just saved his life were the trophies he captured in Datang last year. Originally, Balth had thought that he was going to die in battle, but at the critical moment, a personal soldier bravely stepped over and used his neck to block the second knife of the butcher of Shi Guo for him.

"Damn, it's a butcher!"

"Surround me, kill him, reward a thousand gold, a beautiful woman, a cow and sheep......"

The most attractive reward of the Turks in history flew all over the sky, and those who heard it were all crazy and eager to try.

"Die!"

Words such as beauty, cattle and sheep are as easy to learn as scolding words, and finding that his value is so superficial in the eyes of his opponents, Li Huaitang struck hard, and another head followed the reward of painting a big pie......

"Up, up,"

Bals wanted to put Li Huaitang to death as soon as possible, but he was stunned to find that several of his subordinates around him had fallen from their horses, and a hundred paces away, dozens of enemy horsemen were arrogantly firing feathered arrows at the dense places of his subordinates.

"Go, take people and kill them!"

Barth shouted angrily at Arutun beside him.

Hundreds of turkey cavalry cavalry broke away from the main battlefield under the leadership of the black-faced Arudun with a short bow, and flanked Hu Yi's left and right flanks with arrows.

Seeing this, Hu Yi's arrow whistled, and these dozens of cavalry turned their horses' heads one after another and fled to the east. The turks bit them tightly, rolling up a cloud of sand and dust, and disappeared together in the direction of the rising sun.

Balth felt a hint of luck. Because, not all enemies are equipped with that kind of scimitar with such a sharp and surprisingly sharp scimitar, otherwise, they really can't eat and walk around. Especially the second group of enemy horsemen who came over, some of them were relatively weaker in combat effectiveness. In fact, his subordinates are also more willing to play against these people, one cut at a time.

The blood of both sides is slowly draining, and it seems that this scuffle will end until one of the sides has completely shed blood. Balth's thousand horsemen gradually grasped the initiative, and the advantage of being more numerous was finally manifested.

In the western sky, there was a loud rumbling sound, and a thick black line appeared under the western sky, slowly sweeping towards the east.

On the battlefield, some people began to shout wildly, pointing in horror to the strange place in the west, and telling their respective leaders.

Gradually, more and more people noticed the spectacle that appeared in the west, and the strengthening westerly wind forced the warring sides to pause.

In the face of nature's wrath, the fierce battle suddenly stopped, as if both sides had reached a tacit understanding, silently divided into two camps, and watched the rare desert scene at a loss.

"Sandstorm!" Finally someone realized that it was nature's temper.

Panic appeared in the camps of both sides.

Li Huaitang glanced at the embarrassing and bloody battlefield, and he knew that those wounded must give up, otherwise, they could only die together.

Almost biting his lip, Li Huaitang painfully and ruthlessly gave the order to retreat south at full speed.

The order was decisive and unquestionable, and all the people of the three horsemen of the light understood it, and they gathered the idle war horses and camels around them, frantically slapped the war horses and camels under their seats, and ran towards the only safe stronghold nearby. The Turgish, who came to their senses and followed them, knew that only by hiding in that stronghold could their lives be saved.

Both sides were ignoring each other's presence, and at this moment, the desire in their hearts was to reach a stronghold that would provide them with a place to shelter before the terrible sandstorm. At the moment, nature is their only enemy.

Almost at the same time, those who arrived at the stronghold found that a huge black wall of sandstorm stood in front of them, and in the darkness, furious gravel, swept through everything, slamming into the wooden walls of the stronghold, making a crackling sound. Those who arrived at the stronghold in time led their horses and leaned down, hiding behind the wooden wall, and let the wind carry the sand to beat on their bodies, and the skin exposed in the air was smashed by the gravel.