With the surrender of most of the coalition forces, the only remaining coalition troops in the battlefield were the thousands of cavalry under the Bolred Tent.

At this moment, the two armies were clearly distinguished, facing each other hundreds of paces apart.

Compared with the hundreds of thousands of black-clothed cavalry of the Yan Army, the thousands of cavalry under the red tent of Bol are like dwarfs facing a hundred-zhang giant!

Standing in the breeze, Borchi tore off his battle robe and repeatedly wiped the scimitar in his hand, the blade reflected the sun, shining on Bor's red eyes, emitting a cold light.

Behind him, thousands of bladed warriors, their faces solemn, all of them were iron-blue, with the heart of death.

The fact that they did not surrender with the army shows that they are all loyal and courageous.

Lin Feng stared at Bolchi, admiring him, he used to think that this guy only valued power, and through today's performance, he really underestimated the other party in the past.

In the current situation, the wise will die, and still insist on fighting to the death to prove that the other party is a man!

At this time, the cavalry under Bolchi's tent, as Bolchi threw away the rag in his hand, waved his scimitar, flashed a bright sword light in the air, and the war horse moved, breaking out with the sound of earth-shaking horse hooves.

The coalition army that succumbed to the north, under the leadership of Borchi, although there were only a few thousand cavalry, faced the Yan army like a great wall of steel, and no one flinched.

The money-counting cavalry, like an autumn yellow flower, will bloom in the charge with the last brilliance!

The scimitar dripped blood, the longbow was half a moon, the horses' hooves were rolling, and the cavalry looked resolute, with the determination to die.

Like a torrent, rush over quickly!

Hundreds of thousands of Yan troops moved slightly, and if they rushed up together, they would simply be invincible!

Staring at the coalition forces that were coming, among the blade soldiers, Lin Hu and Lin Shi patted the buttocks of the war horses with their scabbards, and quickly led the blade soldiers who were equal in number to the coalition forces, and rushed over directly.

Perhaps, for them, it is not glorious to kill the thousands of remnants of the coalition army in front of them, but because the coalition army under the Bol Red Tent is the last cavalry of Donghu, killing the other party will mean the end of an era, the fall of a dynasty, and will be endowed with supreme glory.

Iron cavalry torrent, black-clothed iron armor, thousands of troops and horses, like thunder, like a huge wave, in the charge, directly slapped on the coalition army.

The black waves flooded the coalition forces, and the battlefield was filled with the sound of rushing and killing, the neighing of war horses, and the sound of soldiers colliding. Bloody, cruel, life and death are often in an instant!

The coalition forces did not dare to take it lightly, the blade warriors went all out, and in an instant, the battle was in full swing, and at the beginning, they directly engaged in white-knuckle combat.

The two cavalry charged each other, interspersed, and slashed, like two streams converging, and gradually separating, forming an independent world.

In the center of the battlefield, a large number of tragically dead corpses were dropped, most of them were coalition cavalry, and occasionally there were lucky survivors, crawling slowly in the scorching sun, but the war never ended, and no one would pay attention to them.

When the two cavalry exchanged positions and quickly turned their direction to face each other, the coalition army under the red tent of Bor was less than a hundred, standing alone under the scorching sun.

War horses, cavalry, knife wounds are intertwined, many cavalry, even more lost limbs, blood slowly flows from the body, the blood of people and horses converges together, low on the grass on the ground!

At first glance, this army is completely defeated, so there is nothing to worry about, but the light in the other party's eyes makes people dare not underestimate anyone!

If you are careless, you will definitely die on the battlefield!

The injuries on Borchi's body became more and more severe, and there was a huge knife wound on the thigh, turning over the bloody flesh, mixed with the robe, and the knife wound was clearly visible.

In the right arm, blood was left from the shoulder, dripping through the arm, sliding over the scimitar, and the blood droplets fell from the tip of the scimitar, falling right on top of a wild flower, and the blood droplets fused with the petals, blooming with a demonic light.

At this moment, Borchi was riding on the war horse, his body swaying slightly, and his spirit was extremely poor, as if he would fall to the ground in the next moment.

On the contrary, the casualties of the blade warriors are very few, almost negligible, all of them are like rainbows, and the blood is strong, and such cavalry battles, they have a sense of chess that their opponents will meet good talents, and they are hearty in the fight!

"Lord Wang, surrender, fight to the death, there is no point!" In the ranks of the captives, Zasuhe couldn't help but shout when he saw Borchi's miserable condition.

This is a battle without any suspense, the coalition forces will be defeated, and Borchi continues to lead the army to charge, not once or twice, and the whole army may be annihilated.

However, when Borchi heard this, he never looked at Zasuhe directly, and he didn't even bother to glance at him with his spare eyes.

Traitor, I didn't expect Zasuhe to follow him for more than ten years, and in the end, he still escaped from the battle, greedy for life and afraid of death, Borchi felt that he didn't have such subordinates, and it was a shame for him to be with him.

Zasu looked at it and sighed secretly, he understood Bolchi's temperament, today he surrendered to the Yan army, Bolchi is afraid that he will not forgive himself until he dies.

In addition to the sadness in his heart, his eyes were closely focused on the situation on the battlefield, praying that Borchi would change his mind.

In the battlefield, hundreds of allied troops, seriously wounded, but still in the same formation, like the last knight, the hooves of the horses are moving!

Kill, kill! Kill!

Bolchi's low voice and eyes roared hoarsely, and his bloodied right arm, holding a scimitar with a curling blade, shouted, and took the lead and embarked on the road of battle again.

The war horse galloped, bumping all over his body, and blood splattered from the wounds on his body, like a red elf in the sunlit air.

Behind him, hundreds of veterans who were not afraid of life and death also urged the war horses to follow!

Perhaps, they are not the most powerful in the Donghu cavalry, nor the most ferocious, and even, some people cannot be counted as Donghu people, but in the face of the most elite cavalry of the Yan army, they did not retreat at all, without any fear, with the heart of death, defending the honor of Donghu and the dignity of Donghu cavalry!

Undoubtedly, they are worthy of respect, to be remembered in the heart!

Thunder, war horses moved, Lin Hu looked at the cavalry rushing in front of him, and shook his head secretly, as long as the two armies collided, these people would definitely die.

However, the other party's look of death as if he was at home, his fearless attitude, knowing that it was death, still launched a charge, which has to be admired.

They are like Yan Army, like blade soldiers, in the face of a strong enemy, they would rather die than give in, and never retreat!

If it weren't for the war, maybe the two sides would be able to become close friends!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Lin Hu roared, and the blade warriors rushed forward, bursting out with unprecedented momentum, showing enough strength, the coalition army is worthy of praise, only with the invincible will to fight, defeating the other party, maybe the other party is enough respect for them.

At this moment, hundreds of allied troops rushed into the midst of thousands of bladed soldiers, like a stream flowing into the vast ocean, and soon there was no trace of it.

Many of the surrendered Donghu cavalry couldn't help but close their eyes, not wanting to see the most cruel and bloody scene!

Compared with these cavalrymen who fought to the death and defended the integrity of Donghu, they were greedy for life and afraid of death, and surrendered to the Yan army, even if they survived, it was a shame for Donghu.

Thousands of troops and horses passed by, swords and arrows were fired, soldiers clanged, and in the charge, the coalition troops fell to the ground in an uproar.

The road of charging has become a bloody road, and the blood has tarnished the heaven and the earth, and the Yan army is moved!

When all the allied troops surrendered, thinking that all the allied cavalry who were charging were killed, an unexpected scene occurred.

I saw that where the coalition army had charged before, Borchi quickly rode his horse and rushed out, moving forward dozens of steps, his left arm leading the war horse and turning his head, still like a pine and cypress, standing on the grassland in the wind.

"Lord Wang!" When they opened their eyes and saw Borchi's situation, all the coalition troops felt a pain in their hearts and couldn't help but shout in unison.

Zha Suhe even wanted to rush out on horseback and lead the iron cavalry to rescue Bolchi, but Feng Shihu hit him directly on the head with the handle of his knife, and with a heavy blow, Zha Suhe let out an unwilling roar.

At this moment, he finally realized that Borchi's insistence was not wrong, and the captive was inferior after all!

Staring at the battlefield, Borchi lost his right arm, lost his scimitar, his right shoulder, a large wound at the mouth of the bowl, and blood continued to flow.

His face was pale, his hair was fluttering, and the stab wounds on his body were becoming more and more dense, many wounds, even overlapping together, and if it weren't for his strong willpower, Borchi was afraid that he would have fallen from his horse.

Hearing the call of the coalition army, he still held his head high, his expression did not change, his eyes looked directly at the bladed soldiers, and he turned a deaf ear to the shouting coalition army.

"Borchi, surrender, you are a hero, and you will be respected by the people of Yan Kingdom!" Lin Hu has experienced many big battles and encountered many stubborn enemies, but he has never encountered a cavalry as stubborn as Borchi.

Two waves of impact, personally appreciate Borchi's indomitable will, respect Borchi well, and really don't want the other party to die tragically under the blade warrior.

Kill, kill! Kill!

The arrogant, strong sound of rushing and killing sounded in the grassland, but there was no response!

Borchi's expression did not change, his left hand held the reins, his legs between the horse's belly, and the loss of his right arm, which made his body staggering in the charge, but he still did not deserve his heroic nature, and rushed into the blade warriors.

Lin Shi and Lin Hu witnessed Boerchi's actions with their own eyes, and they had no choice but to continue to charge.

At this moment, there was no killing intent in the eyes of the two, and there was no intention of tyrannizing each other, as if they were completing a very glorious task to help the last hero on the grassland and realize their long-cherished wish to die on the battlefield.

Lame, one-armed, one man and one horse, after Borchi approached the blade warrior, he rode on the war horse and spread his left arm like a fallen leaf falling into the ocean.

There is no suspense, one person and one ride, and he died tragically on the spot!

The coalition forces that surrendered, witnessing the tragic death of Borchi, all fell silent!

In the battlefield, in the center of the blade warriors, there were overwhelming waves of sound!

"Borchi!"

"Borchi!"

"Borchi!"

The Blade Warriors, the troops that respect heroes the most, even if they killed Borchi with their own hands, at this moment, they also gave Bolchi the highest honor that heroes should have.

Lin Hu, Lin Shi, and the other two blade warriors took off their black cloaks, wrapped Bolchi's scarred corpse, held the bloody corpse high, waved the saber in their hands, and roared at the sky.

With that, thousands of blade warriors, who automatically retreated to the back of four, swung their swords and roared.

The sound penetrated the grassland, and soon, among the hundreds of thousands of Yan State cavalry, there was also the sound of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

At this moment, there is no distinction between friend and foe, only to make them respect heroes in their bones!

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