The wind is howling, bleak and cold...

The cold wind, the crazy whistling, swept the heavens and the earth, the wind whistled, as if a yin god played a trumpet, blowing the wind of annihilation, to cover the earth, the "fire of life" gathered by all spirits to cover and extinguish!

Soldiers and iron horses, fighting and roaring, flags fluttering, and gunsmoke spreading. Vertices

As the wind and clouds surged, the sky was full of sand and dust, and the fog seemed to fill the void, everywhere, blood and bones, wounds and pain, wailing and misery.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the chaotic and noisy battle, the sound of countless killings filled the sky.

Without anyone being able to see it, the incomparably terrifying bloody light rushed into the sky and swept into the distance, as if it could refine this piece of heaven and earth into a sea of blood!

The scarlet scarlet, mixed with the desolate glow shrouded in the moonlight, is particularly dazzling.

The slow blood flowed wantonly on the dusky earth, leaving only the corpses all over the ground, mixed with the cold wind, which was especially cold.

All of this is due to a bloody, crazy... The consequences of the war!

Killing, has always been with reason, the boundary is clear, when the soldiers collide wildly, one after another killing the light and silently across the sky, rolling into the sky!

No one will easily ignore their own life and death very casually.

You know, even if the rabbit is in a hurry, it will still run to bite people!

What's more, who cares about the crisis juncture?

On the battlefield, killing is the real theme.

is really reduced to the point of a knife and a life-and-death duel, and there are only two choices for you at this time.

Kill your opponent or be killed by your opponent, and there is no other choice!

The cruel truth of natural selection is the only rule here, and those who comply may not be able to live, but those who do not obey this rule must die.

On the battlefield, there is no kindness, no friendliness, no sympathy, no pity, there is only the desire to survive, the pursuit of life!

Life and death, killing and being killed, all the time, are screened on the battlefield.

The passage of life blooms the most primitive "flower".

Every time they collide, in the two armies on both sides, there will inevitably be soldiers who will be destroyed, flesh and blood will fly, and their bodies will fall, ranging from dozens of people to hundreds!

There are different ways to die, whether it is a knife split, or a spear, or a war horse trampling...

What's more, when two people couldn't pull out their weapons, a soldier actually bit the other party's throat, forcibly bit off a piece of the meat on it, and bit the other party to death!

It was under such fierce madness that the battle that swept through most of the castle continued to reverberate and intensify with the terrible and noisy sound of fighting.

After it lasted for half an hour, the earth-shattering sound of the battle gradually weakened.

Dada~

The sturdy war horse slowly stepped on the ground, leaving a red horseshoe print.

The figure that was almost impregnated into blood red appeared in everyone's sight, and it was a god-killing existence that pressed them as if they couldn't breathe.

I have to say that when the two armies fought, the powerful generals did have the power to influence the battlefield.

Especially when one side of the main general is weak and one side is the main general, it is more effective.

When Gao Zhi was alone, slaughtering the enemy's soldiers without pressure, the morale of the two armies alone would have a huge difference.

The spear in his hand, after attaching its powerful qi, instantly turned into a white divine radiance, white light vertical and horizontal, and he swept with one shot, as if he wanted to kill all enemies!

In his eyes, the killing intent was strong, and he couldn't hide it at all, and the spear in his hand vibrate, wanting to kill the world with blood!

In the eyes of those Xiliang soldiers, Gao Zhi was like a fierce beast that was wearing human skins to vent his force and wreak havoc, which was not at all something that ordinary soldiers like them could resist.

"Whew..."

The battle continued until now, and it was finally time to end.

When the white light flashed and swept away, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the flat ground, and then a strong oppressive force shrouded it, and in that violent wind, a figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The Xiliang soldiers, who originally contained the murderous fighting spirit, now lost their luster in their eyes, like an old man in the twilight, waiting for his death in a daze.

Gao Zhi stood on his horse with satisfaction.

In his mind, however, everything around him came to mind clearly.

Whether it was the leaves swaying in the wind or the grass insects crawling on the ground, everything was clearly reflected in his mind.

When his mental power radiated out, the qi released vaguely was most directly related to him, and with the rhythm of the wind, all the information around him was transmitted to his brain.

In the end, the billowing smoke of gunpowder still covered up the splattered blood flowers on the ground, and the cold wind and the air were still vaguely permeated, with a strong smell of blood.

At this point, the defenders of Wubao were completely defeated, and the army under Li was completely wounded and wounded, fleeing in all directions, and that massacre buried the last trace of morale of those routed soldiers.

Under the interception and pursuit of the wolf riders who were in hot pursuit, these Xiliang rout soldiers were divided and combined, with hundreds of people at the most, and only a dozen at the least.

Those Xiliang routs who did not have the slightest fighting spirit were obviously completely helpless to resist the fierce Bingzhou cavalry.

Only two tithes, but a cavalry squad of twenty people, is enough to kill more than 100 Xiliang soldiers without fighting spirit.

Of course, to be honest, those Xiliang rout soldiers had no fighting spirit, and in the face of the fact that the general trend had gone and the main general had fled, they had more extravagance, just blindly fleeing for their lives.

Basically, there is no strength left to resist, and most of the remaining soldiers have been killed, and when the morale of the army is in turmoil, morale is greatly lost, and everyone is broken, giving up resistance is destined to happen.

"Drink!"

Niu Mang raised his hand fiercely, and split the man and horse in half with an axe, and the terrifying wrist strength made even a well-trained Xiliang soldier feel afraid.

The war is over, and those Xiliang defeated soldiers who have only been stubbornly resisting are now also prisoners of surrender.

Niu Mang saw the other party from a distance, and glanced roughly, this time he was only afraid of twice as many captives as himself!

He was in a mess, and his face was covered with dirt from the smoke and fire.

A pair of panicked eyes, the palms of their hands that had discarded their blades, were trembling, and their fighting spirit was gone.

Now on the battlefield, Gao Zhi is silent, the deputy general is in command and the wolf cavalry of the state, and Yu Xiliang still has a lot of prestige in the side of the soldiers, and temporarily has the right to dispose of the next captives.

The life and death of these soldiers, now, perhaps, will be cut off here because of his words!

Niu Mang poked his palm, silently glanced at the corpse of Tong Ze on the ground, stopped his movements slightly, spat fiercely, and then his expression changed, and he shouted, "Kill, don't leave a single one!" ”