In the field mixed with mutilated corpses, in the sound of the wolf's howl, two groups of cavalry galloped out of the formation left and right, arcing out a huge arc, spreading out under the vast dusk sky.

The battlefield of nearly 80,000 people, the side with many people, overlooking from the sky, dense cavalry, banners, can not be seen at a glance, the slowly moving cavalry is like the undulating sea, in front of the military formation, the horse on the back is not tall and not tall, wearing a fox tail hat, it is the faint momentum of the Wuhuan King, looking at the galloping Han cavalry, clenched his fists and raised: "Don't panic the two departments of Nanlou and Wuyan, go up and intercept the left and right wings of Gongsun Zhi!" ”

At one point, the herald blew the horn.

Nanlou heard the horn of the attack, waved his hand, and at the same time asked the tribal warriors in the rear to prepare, he turned his head to look at the picture that rushed into the field of vision in front of him, and the corners of his mouth arced into a sneer: "Less than 20,000 people, they dare to attack 60,000 cavalry, the Han people have really become more and more arrogant over the years." ”

On the other side of the military formation, seeing a black wolf flag surging forward, Wu Yan, who was wrapped in leopard skin and had a long colorful feather on his head, rubbed his hands excitedly, and stretched out to the side: "Take my knife and let you see how I cut off the head of this Han general." ”

Behind him, two of his henchmen came over carrying a heavy long knife, and Wu Yan took it lightly, slashed left and right twice, and his body was as heroic as a mountain.

"Let's go!" Then he roared and rushed out first.

After that, the two 10,000 cavalry Wuhuan cavalry moved, and the 20,000 cavalry savagely roared and shouted, rushing out of the formation like a tide and gradually turning in the gallop, and in the roar, one left and one right rushed towards the opposite side of the white wolf and black mountain armies collided.

"Bows and arrows change hands—"

In different directions, in different galloping cavalry formations, the voices on both sides shouted out almost at the same time, and swept forward along the roaring ground, and the white figure in the front of the rush raised the gentian spear, and behind him, the bowstrings buzzed and trembled, and the rain of arrows flew into the sky densely.

Under the white da, on the back of the shadow, Gongsun Zhi looked at everything silently, heard the shouts in the distance, and suddenly closed his eyes, and this field, river, rolling hills, and distant intertwined torrents gradually became clear in his mind.

"60,000 cavalry is such a big deal, do you really think that my Han people only look at the number of people? Pulling up such a huge team in a hurry, how many can really fight? This is to bring in the young and strong people in the clan, and after this battle, it is difficult to improve. Tian Yu sighed softly.

A second before the sound of Bing Ge sounded, the mane was stroking in the wind, and Jueying waved his head, Gongsun Zhi patted it and opened his eyes: "Sheep will always be just food for wolves, sixty thousand people...... It's only 60,000 sheep...... And the war of our Han people, the number of people is not much, and it is really just an addition. ”

The flat tone sounded in this dyed red glow, the arrow passed by the bird, and it fled from the sky in a panic, and on the lonely ground, the grass was low, and the dust particles gradually trembled, and then the rumbling sound gradually spread and amplified in the air, forming a huge roar, and the horse's hooves galloped, stepped down, and ran over the grass, and then more horses' hooves rushed in, like a rolling torrent.

"Change hands again, dodge the arrows!"

The rain of arrows staggered across the sky, and the figures charging towards both sides fell, and the air was filled with a swishing sound.

The charging cavalry was not too dense to keep a corresponding distance, and before long the arrows rained down and crackled down, most of them nailed to the ground and trampled by the rushing hooves of the horses, and some of the shields were wounded in small parts, or fell from their horses in fatal parts.

The cavalry of both sides of the throwing arrows is still spreading and expanding, approaching, and the Black Mountain cavalry on the other side also launched a round of projectiles with the ten thousand cavalry of Wuyan, the cavalry of the two sides of the battle moved quickly and scattered, and the significance of the projectile is not great, but the Black Mountain Cavalry and the White Wolf Cavalry are equipped with hand shields, and there are hooks on the side of the horse to put guns.

"Grab the gun, get ready—"

The huge shout was not obvious in the roar of the gallop, Zhao Yunping picked up the gentian gun, looked at the approaching Wuhuan cavalry, and shouted: "White wolf!! ”

Behind him, five thousand white wolf riders roared.

"Death! Forget your life—"

The mighty torrent spread, and the figures of the Mercedes have formed a momentum, spinning the turf. Zhao Yun stared at the Wuhuan man on the opposite side who was getting clearer and clearer, and on his cold face, he gradually smiled fiercely: "....... Begging for death. The whispered words were muffled by the sound of horses' hooves.

Next Second...... Impacts are formed.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The waves rolled against each other, as if the sound of the waves hitting the coast, the cavalry charging at high speed could not dodge, and crashed into the oncoming war horse, the flesh and blood burst, the bones twisted and broken and pierced out of the skin, the sorrowful scream fell to the ground, the four hooves struggled and kicked, the spears of both sides formed mutual stabbing and hitting, and a series of golden sounds sounded, and the neighing and boiling shouts came to an abrupt end under the collision and fighting of the horses, and more cavalry in a staggered moment, split out the blades and spears in their hands...... Then it was all images of blood gushing and flesh being pulled out of the body.

"Wuhuan people...... Begging for death!! ”

The gentian spear tapped left and right, and successively overturned the two sword-wielding Wuhuan cavalry, splashed blood, spots stained on the cloak, the galloping figure roared angrily, and hit the Wuhuan people head-on, the head of the spear instantly poked out and pierced into the opponent's heart, and the momentum of the war horse pushed the screaming Wuhuan cavalry directly from the horse's back, and flew out and smashed on a galloping horse, and the figure on the horse's back smashed to the ground together, filling with a layer of dust.

In the smoke and dust splashed from the earth, the 30,000 cavalry on both sides hedged back and forth, fighting and fighting, almost obscuring everyone's vision.

The 10,000 warriors under the command of Nanlou did not show a timid look in such a tragic battle, even if the equipment was much worse than that of the Han people, but they still looked fanatical and bloody.

Far away in the Chinese army's main formation, he looked at the battle group fighting in front of him, his fists clenched tightly, most of the failures in the past were the reason why the Han people relied on sneak attacks and occupied the sky, and now in a head-to-head duel, the warriors of Wuhuan are by no means inferior to the Han people.

He thought with excitement and confidence.

Nanlou in the middle of the battlefield also thought so, he hung the iron spear in his hand and led several Wuhuan cavalry shuttles through the chaotic battlefield, his eyes swept over the Han cavalry galloping one after another, turned his head disdainfully, and finally his eyes stayed on the white-robed Han general wielding a silver spear.

Then, speeding over, he raised his iron spear.

"What is it to kill a few Han horsemen, watch me kill a Han general for Badun, and let Gongsun Zhi know that I also have brave men in Wuhuan-"

The sky was dark, the wind slowly blew across the field, the shouts of fighting that resounded through the sky continued, Nanlou grabbed the iron spear and fiercely brandished his weapon to smash away a Han cavalry who stopped up, "Woo wow, ah, ah, ah-" The wild nature of the perennial fighting and nomadism made Nanlou feel his strength, and smashed away the Han cavalry with one blow, and pounced on the white figure in front of him.

"Han General, take your head ......"

The horse's hooves were sudden, stepping on the ground, the iron spear shouted out in the difficult building for a moment, stabbed the other party, and faced the Han general, who was also running, snorted as if there was nothing, the silver spear was like a poisonous snake swallowing the letter, and the word "take" over there had not yet been shouted, the sound stopped abruptly, and the abdomen of the screaming figure, the blood suddenly soared, and it was directly pierced.

In an instant, the jade lion was still screaming and running wildly, the nail leaves stained with spots of blood were shaking slightly, Zhao Yun didn't look at the Wuhuan man with wide-eyed eyes and bleeding from his mouth, rode behind the other party, and in the next second, he reached out and grabbed the back of the difficult building that was about to fall, and the gentian gun was stained with the residue of minced meat and organs and went straight through the opponent's back and returned to his hand.

Two spears stabbed head-on, Zhao Yun's whole body leaned forward slightly, his left hand pulled out the white horse sword at his waist, and set up a stabbing spear head, the blade of the sword slid down the barrel of the gun, and the right hand stabbed out with a gentian gun in one arm like lightning, and the three horses staggered past half of the horse's head at the same time, the legs suddenly moved the horse's belly, the jade lion sprinted violently, waved his arms, the sword blade was close to the opponent's gun, and he slashed over, and the tip of the gentian spear also pointed out the red on the neck of the person.

Riding horses, drawing swords, poking guns, all in one go.

The horse's hooves slowed down slightly, and the blood beads rolled on the blade of the sword and were about to drip down, buzzing in the air, and the moment the blood was inserted into the sheath, on the back of the war horse behind him, the corpse of Nanlou was shaky, with a bang, the white horse returned to the sheath, and the next second, the corpse fell backwards and fell off the horse, and the two Wuhuan cavalry guarding Nanlou, one was directly cut off half of his face, and the other throat was punctured, and he also fell off the horse at the same time.

Around, seeing that his own Shan Yu was shot through the stomach by the Wuhuan cavalry, he was shocked by his momentum, and he didn't dare to take another half step forward. The wind blew, the white helmet swayed and caressed, and Zhao Yun stationed his horse and raised his gun to point at the Wuhuan army.

"Wait for death—"

The voice passed, and the figure in front of the Wuhuan army turned blue.