After a short period of sluggishness, the splash of blood, the leader of the thousand households of Yerotuo threw the scimitar in his hand, and tried his best to cover his neck and wanted to say something, but the throat had been torn by the blade of the hook and sickle, and as the handle of the gun rotated and looked back, his neck also 'clicked' and broke, only 'hiss... The sound of pain was like a wave of water, quickly spreading throughout the entire Yerotuo Barbarian Array.

But the fight was fierce, Xu Ning leaned out with a spear, and desperately killed the leader of the thousand households, causing it to be too far away from the heavy armor formation, and before the leader of the thousand households of Yerotuo fell, several scimitars were already accompanied by the roar of the madman of Yerotuo, slashing sideways from behind.

At that moment, Xu Ning suddenly found that the fatigue on his body had disappeared, the pain of torn flesh and skin on his waist and legs had also dissipated, and his strength was more like the wind drifting without a trace.

'Pout''s body fell to the ground, the snow spilled, except for the endless fighting, no one could tell the Xia barbarians here, in that life and death intertwined, they either became madmen, or degenerated into bloodthirsty beasts...

"Xu Ning, you get up for Lao Tzu... Fuck me up..."

Roaring and wailing, cutting off his body, He Shuhuan had already tried all his strength to move closer to Xu Ning, he wanted to save this old brother who had been side by side for many years, but even if the Yerotuo barbarians were defeated and retreated, they were still slowly fighting and killing, not the other barbarians fled in a hurry regardless of their heads, so He Shuhuan could only watch Xu Ning fall in the barbarian array more than a dozen steps in front of him.

Under the banner of the master's begging gold, Liwomuk Khan saw the upheaval of the Yerotuo barbarians on the right flank, and the signs of retreat were obvious, and he immediately roared angrily: "Damn Xia people's bones, they are still fighting to the death, so I will definitely decide the roots of your Liaoyuan army!" Bakis, you immediately take my male lion cubs and press them down, and you will not be allowed to retreat! Harbara, in the middle of the battlefield, if those slaves dare to retreat, you will directly rush and kill, if you don't take the head of Qin Yi's old thief, you will all die on the battlefield for me! ”

As soon as these words fell, the man with sideburns and pigtails on the right hand side of Liwomuk Khan picked up a huge battle axe, and rushed in the direction of the Yerotuo barbarians with two thousand barbarians from the beggar headquarters.

The right-wing slave Yerotuo barbarian headquarters array, when relying on Zaza Jin saw that his barbarian soldiers were defeated, his face suddenly turned pale, even if the sky was cold at this time, the cold wind was howling, and the snowflakes were densely drifting, but the cold sweat breath still rushed to his head from the bottom of his heart, making people tremble and uneasy.

Looking back, the majestic and bloody master beggar barbarian has rushed in, from the roaring posture can be seen that the lion master is angry, the result is that any retreating barbarian is the enemy, and can only use blood to wash away the shame, the most dangerous thing is that their Yerotuo barbarians are on the road of the master's beggar barbarians, and then his retreating Yerotuo warriors will die under their own swords, and then lose the glory banner of the golden family, and fall to the place of defeat.

In front of the array of masters and masters on the edge of the battlefield, when Naya Bo Lan Da Aijin saw that the Liaoyuan Army relied on its weak forces and the strange military strategy to win the victory, the sky was tilted, and his heart was full of shock: "After ten years, the Liaoyuan Army is still so brave!" ”

"My brother, now is not the time to tremble the bones of those Xia people, once the defeated army is overwhelmed, we will bear the brunt of it, and we will not benefit from it!"

Shiji Hutu was in a hurry, not waiting for Naya Bolanda to respond, Shiji Hutu first ordered the eldest son of the Humu Huali to lead the archers to sweep westward, and set aside a safe area at the back of the battlefield, so as not to lose the middle of the slave clan of the master's beggars, retreat and rush back, and attack the soldiers of their own tribe, and then ordered Tuhei and Limuduo to lead the last two thousand brave horsemen of the main Erke headquarters to protect the left and right of the main formation, ready to retreat at any time.

"After this battle, the master will definitely throw away the golden family banner, stupid Liwomuke!" After Naya Bolanda sneered, he personally led Ben Yong's cavalry to rush towards the Yarim Flame Division, followed by his close attendants Wuthorn Tulu and Nakel Yadahei, each leading a thousand people to protect the left and right wings of the array.

Seeing this, although Shiji Hutu Ejin was angry, he didn't want to fight anymore, but with the previous secret golden covenant, he could only follow!

"Kill... Kill..."

In the middle of the battlefield, several slave tribes and nearly 10,000 tribal barbarians gathered into a tsunami-like torrent, regardless of the changes in the battle situation on the left and right flanks, and rushed straight to the position of more than 300 steps in front of Qin Yi's banner.

Looking at the torrent of black-pressed brute soldiers, listening to the arrogant roar, Qin Yi stood up on his horse and slowly drew the prison knife, as his arm stretched and fingered, the prison knife that exuded murderous aura seemed to condense the air at this moment.

"Old man, it's been ten years, and you've probably forgotten the smell of blood... But at this time today... For Your Majesty... For the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in the battle of Liaoyuan... For the sake of the stable life of millions of people in northern Xinjiang... You... Just fight again with the old man..."

Qin Yi roared in a deep voice, the dragon sword buzzed like a response, and behind him, the Thousand Cavalry Guards had a long-bladed knife in their hands, and under the leadership of the old commander, this Thousand Cavalry Team of Liaoyuan's spiritual foundation faced the cold wind and heavy snow, and shouted the last roar.

"Kill...."

The blade pointed out, the war horse galloped, a moment of sharp madness, Qin Yi's thousand cavalry team rushed into the torrent of slave barbarians like a soul seducer in the underworld, at the moment when the sword slashed the ocean, Qin Yi swept countless faces, and the frightening madness in it was like a lifetime of stumbling, shaking and unsightly.

But for Qin Yi, all this is just a grain of dust, as the war horse gallops, listening to the sound of the heart beating hard in his chest, Qin Yi slashed any barbarian in front of the horse, the cold light flashed, the dragon knife came out, the bones were silent, and the abdomen was broken like water, on the way to kill the split torrent, the slave barbarians who were still clamoring to take the head of the Xia soldiers really understood the horror of death in the bloody rain of the blades of Qin Yi's thousand cavalry, it turned out that this tiger who was almost asleep in his twilight years was the most powerful and brave killing god of the Liaoyuan Army!

"Old handsome...."

When Gao Chonglian and Fu Ruzhen saw Qin Yi personally put on armor and held a knife and rushed into the battle, the two of them were heartbroken.

Once upon a time, the Liaoyuan army had hundreds of generals and hundreds of thousands of brave soldiers. But now, the banner of Liaoyuan is about to fall, and the old handsome man in his twilight years is fighting for his life, just for the stability of Daxia in the next few years.