The terrible cold wind was still blowing violently, and under the Bohai Pass, the flames were soaring into the sky, churning, screaming, shouting, roaring, and even faintly howling, all the thoughts and sounds were all intertwined, just like the Shura Hell, which made people dare not look at it.

The soldiers on both sides of the battle, like a bloodthirsty beast, rushed straight towards the enemy army with teeth and claws, and attacked each other like a whirlwind of blades and arrows, sweeping and destroying everything.

Under the Bohai City Pass, the sand and soil all over the ground were piled up with the dead bodies of soldiers on both sides.

The battlefield was filled with the sonorous sound of swords and guns colliding and Yuan Bing's heart-rending screams.

On the battlefield, human life is so fragile and so easy to pass away with the wind.

There are many times simply because of the general's every move, simply because of a cunning strategy of the adversary, and simply because the two sides are in opposing classes.

Or, just a moment of trance, completely disappeared from this world.

Life on the battlefield can turn to dust and dust in an instant, as if it never existed in this world.

Man, sometimes, is really a good fragile creature.

The fierce battle ended, it was already the time of the hour, the sun in the east was already faintly white, and the faint sunlight pierced the night sky, shining on Bohai City soothingly.

It was really a day and a night of fighting, and the soldiers were dizzy and exhausted one by one.

The blood-stained sky, the battlefield with stumps and broken arms, the neighing of war horses, the mourning everywhere, and even the breeze blowing through the sky carries a strong smell of blood, like hell on earth.

On the vast ground, the corpses of countless warriors were piled up, and the blood gushed out and merged into rivers of blood, and the bloody breath came to the face, giving people a dull and hot feeling.

The corpses of soldiers on both sides were piled up everywhere.

The knights on horseback rushed to kill on the battlefield, all red-eyed and only interested in wielding weapons and slashing, and the soldiers on both sides seemed to be not people, but fierce beasts.

On the battlefield, it can be said that there are sonorous sounds of swords and guns colliding everywhere and heart-rending screams before death.

Looking at such a tragic scene, Xin Bi was a little worried.

Don't look at their defense in Bohai County, but the battle outside the city is a little stretched, and it is difficult to resist the enemy against Bai Ma Yi.

"Drag! Drag! Xin Bi secretly shouted in his heart, as long as he delayed this period, Zhao Yun and their cavalry offensive would be exhausted, and they would be able to restore their morale, and the balance of victory might once again tilt towards their side.

While thinking like this, his gaze moved down slightly, and when he saw a certain figure, Xin Bi couldn't help but let out a wail.

Zhao Yun! The leader of the white horse.

It's all a bad thing for this person!

Simbi's eyes shone slightly.

As soon as the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one, just looking at Zhao Yun's riding method of one-handed imperial horse from the opposite formation and the posture when throwing the gun, it is not difficult to see that this person is a fierce general.

Moreover, the process of Zhao Yun's fight before also interpreted this point.

You must know that Xin Bi is also a person who has seen the blood on the battlefield, but he is also apprehensive when he is facing Zhao Yun to fight.

The feeling of facing it head-on made him turn into an antelope with a premonition of danger.

Just thinking about it, Simbi's whole face became extremely pale, and a pair of white and tender scribe's palms began to tremble slightly before he knew it.

This person is very human, and he is invincible!

At this time, Zhao Yun's incomparable figure like a god of war basically completely shattered the last bit of spiritual pillar in Yuan Jun's heart, and he didn't have the courage to continue fighting with him at all.

The sound of a horse's nose, as low as thunder, sounded, and gradually became faster from far to near.

The sound of footsteps crashed wildly on the ground, and the dust and grass in the sky were suffocating.

In the face of the retreating Yuan soldiers, the deputy general was addicted to killing and wanted to continue the pursuit.

"The enemy's momentum has been oppressed by us, if we continue to press, the other party will definitely ignite a raging flame of revenge, as the so-called mourning soldiers will win, it is not advisable." Zhao Yun shook his head and reined in the reins.

Behind him were countless long sabers and spears.

The knife was not stained with blood, the gun was not stabbed, but it still exuded the cold smell of death.

In the silence, the murderous aura seems to have been deeply entrapped in the weapon, like a beast in a cage, stupidly trying to find a chance to get out of the cage, and then it can wantonly devour all life in this world.

It is foreseeable that when these weapons are unsheathed, a bloody and brutal killing is about to begin.

Where the blade sweeps, the gun is pointed, countless creatures will fall to dust forever.

Either the enemy's, it's your own.

Zhao Yun bent his bow and flew out an arrow, like a meteor catching the moon, and with a whoosh, it hit the soldier's forehead.

The strength of this arrow was amazing, and it pierced the soldier's forehead directly, and the body of the arrow was completely submerged in it, up to the end of the arrow.

"Wow~~~~"

"Wow~~~~"

"Wow~~~~~" The blood of the cavity gradually boiled.

"Withdraw!"

Zhao Yun pulled the horse away, and the white horse Yun followed.

... At the same time, in Jizhou, on the pipeline more than ten miles south of Bohai County, the army walked.

"Whew... "The wind hunts, blowing the flag trembling and undulating.

With the towering flags of the poles spreading, the sound of horses' hooves is crisp, trampling on endless gray smoke, carrying the power of falling thunder and rolling stones, brazenly forward.

At the end of the avenue, billowing smoke and dust were swirling, and many war horses and human heads appeared and disappeared in the mist.

The marching army is like a ghost coming out of the underworld, and it is hideous with an incomparable murderous aura.

The dark red battle flag, like a rolling wave, the first red flag is particularly eye-catching, the flag is embroidered with a big "Wen" word, the smell is a sense of slaughter, this is a powerful army.

The first member of the fierce general rushed to the front, a red cloak in the morning sun looked particularly eye-catching, he held a mixed copper large heavy gun in his hand, with a fierce image, just like the ancient fierce generals are not unpassed.

Behind him, thousands of troops marched in formation, like a shadow, this is the elite of a strict order.

"Report!"

On the official road, he came galloping towards a horse, and when he approached, he jumped off the horse, ran to the front of Wen Chou's horse, and arched his hand: "General, scout."

Ten miles ahead of the clearing, the war in Bohai County is still ongoing. ”

Pulling the reins of the horse, he suddenly reined in the horse that was sitting down, raised his left hand, formed a curved arc, and shouted loudly.

Behind him, a hiss followed, and the soldiers who accompanied the army also hurriedly stopped and conveyed the order to the rear.

When Deven Chou stopped, the scout bent his knees slightly, knelt on his front knee, and told him the information again.