Wang Lei saw that Bai Ma Yi was coming from the killing, and he did not hesitate to order an attack.

It's just that Wang Lei is very confused in his heart, and he can't understand what Zhao Yun means? first helped him defeat the Wuhuan soldiers, and then fought against each other, such a situation really puzzled him. Incomprehensible, Bai Ma Yi came from the killing, Wang Lei could not be captured, and the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion led by He Dian Wei greeted him.

After a short time, the two armies began to clash.

The white horse is brave and good at fighting, and each is an elite who is good at riding and shooting; The cavalry of the Flying Tiger Battalion is extremely brave, each of them is a carefully selected soldier, and he never loses the upper hand against the white horse.

Seeing this in the back, Guo Jia hooked up a touch of coldness at the corner of his mouth.

Since Bai Ma Yi was sent to the door, he naturally couldn't let it go easily. Regardless of whether this army has helped them before or not, but now that they are enemies, they cannot be soft-hearted. Guo Jia mobilized the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion and let Yu Poison and Wei Gu lead the army to attack the White Horse Righteous Servants from both flanks. In addition, the archers were put on standby to prevent the White Horse from charging from the front and avoiding the threat of the White Horse Followers.

On the battlefield, Zhao Yun shot a bright silver spear and rode a fierce horse, killing the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion in defeat and retreat.

On the other side, Wang Lei and Dian Wei were like tigers pounced on sheep, killing the white horse from the back of the horse.

Both sides are fierce and abnormal.

If there is no way to stop the generals of both sides, the situation will get worse. Zhao Yun's expression was serious, he rode his horse and turned around, turned to face Wang Lei and Dian Wei, pointed his spear at the two of them, and his eyes were provocative.

Wang Lei and Dian Wei were not to be outdone, and Dian Wei yelled: "Boy, Uncle Dian is here!" ”

The war horse rushed out, and where the iron halberd passed, the white horse was knocked off the horse one after another.

Zhao Yun rode his horse and charged up.

The two clashed, one in a white robe, fluttering freely, like a white lotus in the turbid world, spotless; The other person, like black charcoal, kills people without blinking, and is rude and savage everywhere, as if he is a demon god who harvests life, which is daunting.

Two people, two styles.

The two fought each other, and the soldiers around them avoided and did not dare to mix.

Zhao Yun attacked with all his might, and the bright silver spear was like lightning, incredibly fast; Like a dexterous poisonous snake, dexterous but venomous, attacking Dian Wei's key points everywhere. Dian Wei's iron halberd danced impermeable to the wind, like a storm washed by a storm, and its strength was incomparable; Sometimes it is as soft as a feather, revealing a strange murderous intent.

The two went back and forth, and they fought for several rounds without a winner.

Wang Lei led the Flying Tiger Battalion to kill, and constantly attacked the White Horse Yicong. At this time, the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion dispatched by Guo Jia also rushed up and began to attack the White Horse Servants from both sides.

The two sides fought, and the situation became stalemate.

The White Horse Yicong, the Tiger Battalion, and the Flying Tiger Battalion are all first-class elites, and the Tiger Battalion and the Flying Tiger Battalion cooperate to make up for this gap.

Even if Wang Lei charged, there was no big gap between the two sides, and it was impossible to distinguish the winner in a short time.

If we continue to fight, we will surely lose both.

Therefore, Wang Lei turned his eyes and looked at Zhao Yun. If you want to solve the battle quickly, you must quickly solve Zhao Yun. Wang Lei doesn't think he is a humble gentleman, and on this battlefield, he never thought of a fair duel. This is the battlefield right now, and winning is the most important thing. He stared at Zhao Yun and rushed forward on his horse.

After approaching Zhao Yun, Wang Lei used his hand hard, and the Wujin snake spear instantly poked out.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

The bright silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand turned, and in an instant, the gun type changed, like a snake plate, layer by layer, the defense was impenetrable, and Wang Lei's attack was also resolved.

Dian Wei Ze stepped forward and smashed down with a halberd. Wang Lei also stabbed out the snake spear at the same time and killed Zhao Yun. The two worldly martial arts were first-class figures, attacking Zhao Yun at the same time, giving Zhao Yun strong pressure.

The bright silver spear spun around, so fast that only a shadow could be seen.

The sound of tinkling and dinging was endless, blocking the joint attack of Wang Lei and Dian Wei.

seemed to be blocked, but Zhao Yun's chest was unstable, and his blood was churning.

Zhao Yun knew that he couldn't delay, he had to win quickly. After making a decision, Zhao Yun attacked Dian Wei with a bright silver spear in his hand, forcing Dian Wei to wield an iron halberd to resist. However, before Zhao Yun had time to attack Wang Lei, he suddenly heard a snap. The war horse under his crotch neighed violently, and fell straight forward to the ground.

The reason for this is that Wang Lei leaned over and swept out a spear and hit the leg of the war horse.

The horse's legs were discounted, and it was naturally unsteady on its feet.

Zhao Yun's body shook, and he fell to the ground.

Dian Wei seized this fleeting opportunity, his eyes widened, and the iron halberd smashed down instantly, wanting to kill Zhao Yun with a halberd. Wang Lei's iron halberd stretched out, blocked this attack, and roared: "Brother, keep your hand!" Immediately, the black gold snake spear in Wang Lei's hand stabbed out like lightning, and at the moment when Zhao Yun didn't get up, it had already landed in front of Zhao Yun's neck, making Zhao Yun unable to resist anymore.

Wang Lei waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to tie up Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun is captured, and those who descend will not be killed!"

Zhao Yun was captured, and Wang Lei immediately hyped it up.

In this era of cold weapons, the Lord will be the backbone of the army. The lord will be captured, and the army will immediately get out of control, after Zhao Yun was captured, although Bai Ma Yicong was brave and good at fighting, the army was also in turmoil, and chaos appeared. Wang Lei and Dian Wei seized the opportunity and quickly rushed into battle, killing Bai Ma Yicong in disarray.

For a time, Bai Ma Yicong's army was defeated.

The shouts of killing were endless, and Bai Ma Yi fled one after another, surrendering and fleeing, and was powerless to reverse the situation.

Like a white horse who has receded the tide, there is no chance to turn the situation around.

Wang Lei scolded the soldiers for pursuit, engaged the Wuhuan soldiers, and the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion and the Tiger Battalion under his command suffered losses. Next, he fought with Baima Yicong, and the army suffered even more heavy losses.

In such a situation, it is no longer suitable to catch up.

The army collected its troops and began to take stock of the situation.

After the loss of this battle was reported, Wang Lei gasped. The 1,000 soldiers of the Tiger Battalion lost nearly 300 people, and more than 400 people were wounded. The Flying Tiger Battalion was even more disastrous, as the main force participating in the battle, the Flying Tiger Battalion lost more than 600 soldiers, leaving only more than 300 people.

Although this battle was won, it was also a tragic victory.

However, the Wuhuan soldiers were wiped out, and the losses were even heavier, and it was almost difficult to have combat effectiveness. Guo Jia settled the people, and then ordered the soldiers to sweep the Wuhuan soldiers. The Wuhuan soldiers, who had suffered a heavy defeat, wanted to loot in Changshan Country or other places, and it was already impossible. Send an army to sweep up, enough to kill the Wuhuan soldiers and flee.

Barracks, the big tent of the Chinese army.

Wang Lei sat above, and Zhao Yun, who was bound in a white robe, was tied below. At this moment, Zhao Yun's body was proud, with a stubborn demeanor. Although he didn't say a word, Wang Lei already understood what Zhao Yun meant.