Wanyan Zongwang could only vaguely see the Song Junshuai banner at the moment when the smoke and dust fell. He knew how many people had died, for three commanders had rushed to the banner with their troops, but they had not returned. The Iron Harrier cavalry fired a dense barrage of arrows on horseback, but they were either destroyed by the flames spewed by Sun Hui or blocked by his body.

Only the giant arrow shot by the Western warrior hit Sun Hui's body with a thunderous momentum, but it was not fatal.

Sun Hui's fire-breathing was interrupted for the first time, and he looked at the giant arrow embedded in the muscles of his chest with some surprise, as if he didn't believe it was real.

Before this battle, Sun Hui made careful preparations for defense, he deliberately went to contact elephants and crocodiles, so that he could imitate the skin of these two animals known for their thick skin and strong armor, and strengthen them, and then evolved a "composite leather armor" composed of elephant skin and crocodile skin on his body, which is why he dared to face the rain of arrows of the Jin army without dodging.

Unlike him, Ye Chuchu and Hu Liying, who liked their "Feather Man Fairy Queen" image very much, resolutely refused to use elephant skin and crocodile skin, but went to contact the pangolin, which increased their defense and ensured the beauty at the same time, but Sun Hui knew that the defense effect they did was definitely not as good as their own.

Now he can't help but worry about them.

The three arrows fired by the Western warrior had all hit him, and the arrows pierced through two layers of reinforced crocodile and elephant skin, and pierced into his muscles, not very deep, but enough to make him feel pain and interrupt his breathfire.

And if such an arrow hits Ye Chuchu and Hu Liying, they are afraid that it will be difficult to resist.

Sun Hui stretched out his hand and pulled out the giant arrow on his chest very casually, he did not immediately attack the Western warrior who shot him, but turned his head to look in the direction of Taiyuan City.

Ye Chuchu and Hu Liying may have started to act now.

Sun Hui let out a long roar from the sky, and once again breathed fire with all his strength.

The whistling sound was deafening, and the world seemed to collapse in the thud. Wanyan Zongwang felt the terrifying power contained in the smoke and dust in his face, and those young men who were alive and well led their horses to gallop past him, stepping out of the huge zigzag, trying to bypass the dangerous flames, but one after another fell off their horses, and the broken limbs were everywhere, and the next group of warriors stepped on the corpses of their comrades and roared and led their horses to charge.

He remembered what his father had told him of the schools of fish that had come up the river to spawn in the lake in the autumn, and that they had to pass through the dangerous streams, where cunning hunters awaited, that schools of all sorts of waterfowl, bears, and dangerous carnivorous fish awaited their most sumptuous feast of the year, that bears waited on the river beaches, that waterfowl roamed the water, and that schools of carnivorous fish had sunk to the bottom, their mouths wide open and their sharp teeth bared, waiting for these tender fish. Without fear or hesitation, they knew what they had come here from the depths of the sea with all their great difficulty, and only for a few short days the rushing stream was calmer, and they had to rush through the nets laid by the hunters. Letting the bear's claws rise and fall, and schools of waterfowl and carnivorous fish tear most of their companions apart, they just swim as hard as they can, and with each inch they move closer to their destination, where there is a warm, algae-filled lake, where the surviving fish lay thousands of eggs in place of their dead companions, which hatch the following spring, and the small fish are not only like their parents, but also like the fish that have not escaped from the hands of the hunters. This is the cruel law of survival on the battlefield, where the life of any one person does not matter, as long as the last person can climb to the enemy's flag and cut the flagpole. It was the hands of thousands of people who died in the middle of the road who raised the flag for him.

"That's what the future is, and even if you know that those are living people, you have to forget that. For those who are generals, every time you give an order, someone will die because of your order. But all arrows must be thrown," said my father, looking out at the mountains under the sunset, "and this is the so-called 'killing decision.'" ”

This is the decision to kill, and in the face of a slaughterhouse-like world, cowards cannot survive.

He looked back at the left and right wings that were collapsing, they were approaching each other for support, he saw that his brother Wan Yan Zonghan's big banner that shocked hundreds of miles everywhere he went was about to fall in the smoke and dust, every time the warrior holding the flag was pierced by a sharp arrow, someone immediately pounced on Wan Yan Zonghan's back, and then put up the big flag, the Song cavalry led horses to run around them, arrows rained, the left and right wings turned into a circular array, protecting the brother of the heart of the formation and the cavalry of less than a thousand people under his command.

It was their flag, their long knife to kill the enemy, and they were the fish that were going to spawn in that warm lake.

"The loser is killed!" A commander roared loudly.

Wanyan Zongwang turned his head sharply and saw an Iron Harrier warrior holding his ears and shouting in horror, fleeing from the battlefield desperately. Blood oozed from his fingers, probably because both ears were deaf from the thunderous noise made by Sun Hui. The warrior was about to gallop past Wanyan Zongwang's horse, and Wanyan Zongwang's heart suddenly tightened.

He knew the seriousness of the military order, and if he didn't cut off the samurai's head at this time, there would be no more people charging below. But what a young face it was, only sixteen or seventeen years old, probably just taking over his father's sword and armor, and becoming an Iron Harrier warrior loyal to the Golden Emperor. Wanyan Zongwang could tell from his eyes that he was really afraid, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, seeing so many people around him turned into flying flesh and blood, he was naturally afraid. Will you cut off his head then? Wanyan Zongwang's wrist stiffened, and his mind suddenly went blank, and at this moment, the warrior flashed in front of Wanyan Zongwang. Wanyan Zongwang realized that this was a huge mistake and turned around suddenly, only to see the big child's head rolling off his neck, and the headless corpse bent its knees and fell to the ground. The knife that had cut off his head was in the hands of the commander, a man in his forties, with no expression on his cold face.

"I'll lead the team to charge again, and two more teams of good archers will outflank from the left and right." "Let that demon not know which way to breathe fire." ”

Wan Yan Zongwang could only nod in front of the man's iron-hard face, "Thank you, I should have done it." ”

"It should serve His Royal Highness," the commander looked at the head of the eldest child underground, "The men of our Wendihan family can't be cowards. ”

Wanyan Zongwang didn't have time to speak, Geboxihan and Gelbin An flashed out from the left and right, "We will outflank from the left and right with archers." ”