The neighing of people on their backs rose and fell in the mist, and the soldiers a few feet away could not see their comrades at all, and therefore could not know what kind of battle they were experiencing at this time.

Maybe it was worse than himself, maybe it would be better, but in any case, the Hu Mengbing soldier who was hung on it because he was pierced by a spear still waved the scimitar in his hand with his teeth and claws.

But unfortunately he didn't have a chance, the soldier smirked, as if he was laughing at the end of the opponent's strong crossbow, but before he could finish laughing, a tall voice slammed into the big shield in his hand.

The sound of bones breaking with a "click...... and the sound of the shield cracking, the residual force of the impact knocked the soldier and the spearman behind him into the air, and he never got up again.

One after another, the gaps were opened by Hu Meng's suicidal impact, because of the dense fog, the Hu Meng soldiers behind could not see the danger ahead clearly, only knew that their companions were charging desperately, and they could only rush more desperately than them.

This kind of unknown fog is a good group effect, just like when a war horse is charging into battle, it will be blindfolded, as long as the rider on it is still urging it to rush forward, then it will not stop.

If the companion around them is moving forward bravely, then there will be no fear, and in the same way, if the companion starts to retreat, even if the opposite side is just a weak old man, they will retreat.

Obviously, Hanzan made good use of the dense fog this time to maximize the combat effectiveness of the Humeng Iron Cavalry.

Hanzan is the only Extreme Martial Cultivator under Temuter's command, which is why Temutel attaches great importance to him, although they can't become an invincible existence on the battlefield with an Extreme Martial Cultivator of this level, but if they cooperate with the army to charge into battle, it is definitely an invincible blade.

At this time, Han Zan did give full play to his role as a blade, covered in a pale red halo of extreme martial arts, and a blood-colored saber slashed left and right in the Yan army's defensive formation, disrupting the defensive formation of the Yan army and winning space and time for the subsequent charge of the Humeng cavalry.

Although it was separated by a dense fog, the fluorescent Han Zan was particularly conspicuous in this fog, and in the face of the extremely brave enemy general, Hao Zifeng hurriedly ordered to advance the second infantry formation that had just been assembled, and at the same time, hundreds of crossbowmen hid behind this second formation, shooting indiscriminately at Han Zan's position.

There is nothing wrong with it, it is indiscriminate shooting, regardless of whether it is a Humeng or a Yan soldier in front of the falling arrow.

For the general's iron-blooded ruthlessness, it may be vividly displayed at this time.

On the battlefield, the soldier is just a tool, a tool that does not need to be manipulated by his own hands, attack and defense are the things decided by the commander, and sometimes some parts of the tool will be abandoned for the sake of the overall situation.

Therefore, the soldiers at this time, in the eyes of the commander-in-chief, are not fresh lives, but just tools like chess pieces.

Countless arrows fell around Hanzan like locusts, and the soldiers around them fell in response, round after round, as if they had no intention of stopping.

Hanzan looked left and right, countless soldiers fell to the ground and wailed, the Humeng soldiers looked at him with a look of hope, while the Yan soldiers looked at the place where the arrows were fired with gloomy and sad faces, although some could barely stand up, but in the next round of arrow rain, they fell down again with unwillingness.

"I can't see it, this straight thief is really fucking ruthless." Han Zan hated and cursed, although the first line of defense has been completely broken, but because it takes a long time, it gives the Yan army time to assemble again, and at this time the cavalry has stopped, and the cavalry without the blessing of speed is not even as good as the infantry, just like someone else's live target.

It was impossible to do anything, and the Yan army's arrow rain still did not stop, and dozens of cavalry would be taken away in each round, so Han Zan immediately made a decision, took off the horn on his waist, and blew it.

The horn of "Woo ......" was particularly long in the fog, and the Humon cavalry rode away as fast as they could, carrying along the way those companions who had lost their horses and were slightly wounded.

As for those who were seriously wounded, they became another batch of abandoned pawns.

The withdrawal of Humeng's cavalry gave Hao Zifeng and the others some respite, but they still didn't dare to be careless, in this foggy day with extremely low visibility, no one knew what was lurking ahead.

What if Hanzan repeats his old tricks and the killer returns?

Therefore, as a veteran of the battlefield, Hao Zifeng did not relax at all, and ordered the second defensive front to go to the place where the first formation was originally located, and then the logistics baggage troops began to be busy cleaning up the arrows that were everywhere and the corpses of those dead Yan soldiers.

As for the wounded, some of the wounded barracks had already been carried away in advance.

"Marshal, there are still some living Hu Mengbing, what to do?" Qiu Heng walked from the side, and there was still an obvious scratch on his face, but the blood stains had dried up.

"Have you found the third child?" Hao Zifeng answered the question, obviously he was more concerned about the safety of the third battalion commander than those prisoners.

Qiu Heng was silent for a long time, then stretched out his hand to point to the nearest corpse behind him, Hao Zifeng looked at Qiu Heng's fingers, his brows furrowed slightly, "Where is the fatal injury?" ”

"......" Qiu Heng hesitated again, but this time it was longer than the last time, "Ma ...... The horse's hooves stepped on the chest. ”

But Hao Zifeng obviously knew him better than Qiu Heng himself, as long as he lied, it must be stumbling, so without waiting for Qiu Heng to finish speaking, Hao Zifeng stepped forward by himself, slowly uncovered the white cloth covering the third battalion commander, and a crossbow bolt was inserted straight from the back of his neck, and then penetrated through the Adam's apple.

Silence, deathly silence, I don't know how long it took for Hao Zifeng to cover the white cloth again, and he only felt dizzy in front of him when he got up slowly, and when his body shook, he was about to fall, but fortunately, the guards around him supported him, and it took a while to slow down.

Hao Zifeng kicked violently at a bamboo basket full of crossbow arrows next to him, and the crossbow arrows inside were thrown in an arc in the air and scattered all over the ground, while the soldiers in charge of collecting crossbow arrows stood aside tremblingly, thinking that he had upset the military commander.

"No prisoners!" Hao Zifeng suddenly opened his mouth and said a sentence without a head, but the people around him understood the meaning of this sentence, and Qiu Heng, who received the order, hugged his fist slightly, and turned away with a long sword.

Following the outermost defensive line, a defensive line was organized again, and the initial lineup was still continued, but this time because of the sufficient time, the connection and cooperation between the formations were much more perfect than before.

Time passed minute by minute, and it was almost noon, and the fog under the sun's rays had faded a lot, but the visual distance was still not high.

The casualty statistics have also been handed to Hao Zifeng.

In this battle, the first line of defense hastily organized by the Blade Army was almost completely routed, and the consequence of the rout was that the 5,000 Blade Army of the first line of defense was killed, 2,125 were killed, 2,875 were wounded, and 1,078 of them lost their combat effectiveness.

Among them, there is also a middle-level general at the level of a battalion commander, two low-level generals at the level of a thousand generals, and other captains and commanders have not yet been counted.

As for Humon, eight hundred and sixty-seven were killed, and there were no wounded except those who had been evacuated together.

"In this battle, the Humeng people gave us a nerve-wracking dismount." Hao Zifeng looked up to the sky and sighed, and as expected, Han Zan's second attack did not appear again until dark.

After this battle, Hao Zifeng already clearly knew that now the blade army under his command had completely fallen under the surveillance of the Humeng people, and because of the unequal strength of the scouts, they didn't even know the specific number of people who came to raid in the morning.

The bladed army, which had lost the initiative, could only choose to form a formation in place and send troops for help.

For this reason, the commander of the sixth battalion smiled in his heart, and secretly slandered himself for a night because his proposal was adopted by Hao Zifeng, "Didn't you old boy look down on Lao Tzu's strategy, what happened in the end?" ”

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"Hahaha" There was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, which made Temuter's big tent suddenly burst into a burst of smug laughter, and then only a heroic voice sounded, "How, Dadutong?" I guess I'm right! ”

This voice, not Hanzan, who else could it be.

Under the light of the five mutton fat lamps, the tent of Temutel was brightly lit, and Hanzan stood at the bottom, proudly showing off the results of this raid to Temtheir.

"There are no less than four thousand casualties, how? Cha Keduo, have you heard the report just now, can you tell me, what is the result of this battle? The smug voice sounded again, and Cha Keduo, who was named by Han Zan, could only smile awkwardly.

The head of Temutel always looked at Hanzan with a smile on his face, although he kept smiling, but his expression looked very empty, if in normal times, Hanzan saw Temther with this expression, he would only stand aside with low eyebrows.

And now, he was clearly carried away by the victory he had just won, ignoring everything that was happening around him.

"Chakoto, you go down first." Temthel spoke to Chakodo in a flat tone, and Chakodo hurriedly stood up, saluted Temtheer, and then turned away without looking at Hanzan.

It was only then that Han Zan noticed a trace of something wrong, and his face, which was still full of pride just now, was suddenly filled with a flattering smile, saying that it was a smile, but it was more embarrassing and incomprehensible.

Temutel dodged, and slammed Han Zan's face with a very martial slap, and Han Zan, who was slapped in the face, instantly swollen a big piece on his face visible to the naked eye.

"You are very capable, there are millions of troops in the Yan Kingdom, if you kill four thousand, you will become an eagle in the sky, a wolf god of the grassland, you are more powerful than our Khan!"

A ridicule, perhaps it was the slap that was more appropriate, which made Han Zan's face startled, like a person who woke up in a dream, he hurriedly knelt down, and said reverently as if bowing to the immortal heaven: "Thank you, Mr. for your teachings, Han Zan remembers." ”

Temutel glared at him, paced back and sat down, "Get up!" ”

After Han Zan got up, Temutel's expression softened, and his voice was much softer than before, "Remember this lesson, the taboo of soldiers, if you are not my disciple, hum~!" ”

Han Zan nodded slowly, what Temutel said, of course he knew, if it weren't for his disciple, it was estimated that the current Han Zan, although he didn't go to see Changshengtian, was probably sitting on the cold bench, how could he have a chance to lead the troops again.