This reminded Liu He of the previous Mulu King, although his Central Plains dialect was a little better than the person in front of him, it was not much stronger, and it was incomprehensible that they all made the same move before they died.

This is obviously southern Xinjiang, these people should have spoken the local dialect, why do they choose to speak the Central Plains dialect at critical moments?

"What are they doing here?" Liu He suddenly nervously asked the two great strategists on the side for help, "What kind of medicine did they just take?" ”

Zhong Lixun was silent, his face gloomy.

Pang Tong's expression was even more solemn, and he said: "What they take should be the kind of secret medicine in Southern Xinjiang that will make people lose their minds. ”

"Lost heart!" Liu He, who was looking in the direction of the battlefield, blurted out, and at the same time turned his head sharply and looked at Pang Tong in disbelief.

Pang Tong sighed, closed his eyes, and nodded.

Liu Heyi suddenly felt a surge of qi and blood, and his breathing became short.

He didn't dare to imagine what kind of terrifying existence the tall and powerful Southern Xinjiang general on the battlefield would be after taking this Southern Xinjiang secret medicine.

If such a monster loses its mind, loses its sense of pain, and blindly kills without dying, not only the soldiers of the Tianji Battalion can't bear it, but the Jianghu people in ambush in the array can't bear it either, and even Han Yi can't parry it.

"I'll give the order to retreat immediately." Zhongli said nothing, turned around and left.

"It's too late," Liu He called Zhong Lixun to stop, "When the military order arrives, there will already be corpses all over the field." ”

Zhongli Xun was stunned for a moment, turned around, and looked at Liu He, as if he was trying to figure out the meaning of Liu He's words.

Suddenly, Zhong Lixun seemed to think of something, and hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "Mr. is the backbone of the whole army, you must not risk yourself!" ”

Pang Tong immediately hugged his fist, "With Brother Han's martial arts, he may not be able to get out of danger!" ”

Liu He smiled bitterly and said, "You also said it, but not necessarily." ”

When Pang Tong heard this, he was like being struck by lightning, and then stepped aside and said no more.

Zhong Lixun glared at Pang Tong fiercely, as if he was complaining that he gave up so easily, but Pang Tong turned a blind eye, and even in the end, he simply closed his eyes.

Liu He, who saw all this in his eyes, smiled at Zhong Lixun, pointed to Pang Tong on the side and said: "You, sometimes you really should learn from him, why persuade people who know that they can't be persuaded again?" ”

Zhong Lixun was about to say something, but when he saw Liu He's figure flashing, he had already jumped off the high ground and rushed straight to the big array.

On the battlefield, the power of the distraction has begun to work.

The already fierce-looking Southern Barbarian soldier had red eyes at this time, and he looked even more hideous and terrifying.

They did not choose to rush directly into the large formation from the entrance, but adopted the initial tactic, went around to the front of the large formation, and began to continuously attack the large shield in the front row.

The successive impacts made the shield-wielding soldiers in the front row cry bitterly, but these southern Xinjiang soldiers kept hitting the big shield as if they were dying.

Some of them were covered in blood, but they still refused to stop, and even worse, they broke two arms and began to hit their heads again until their brains were cracked and they fell to the ground as a dead body.

The white brains and red blood continued to spray on the big shield, along the gaps in the big shield, and gradually flowed down, dripping on the hands and faces of the soldiers of the Southern Expeditionary Army, listening to the roar like a beast behind the big shield, the morale of the Southern Expeditionary Army was also on the verge of collapse.

Han Yi, who was sitting in the center of the big array, frowned after seeing this scene.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before the outermost defense line of the Great Array would collapse, and those Southern Xinjiang soldiers who had suddenly become extremely tyrannical would also rush into the Great Array with this wave of offensive, followed by the collapse of the Great Array layer by layer, and eventually all the soldiers and Jianghu people would die here.

Han Yi stood up and picked up the giant ink knife he was used to, obviously wanting to go and relieve the siege in person.

"Commander Han wants to stay here to command and dispatch, and it is inconvenient to make a move, so it is better for the old man to go on for Commander Han." An old man with a white beard stepped forward tremblingly.

Looking at the way he walked, he was already a little faltering, but his voice was unusually loud and full of confidence.

The old man's face was ruddy, and his complexion looked quite good, not at all like the old appearance of a man of his age.

When Han Yi saw the old man, his face suddenly eased, and he hugged his fists and said: "The military situation is urgent, and Han Yi no longer says those polite words, there are seniors." ”

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a gesture, it just so happens that the old man's old bones have not been active for a long time." ”

With that, the old man put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the outside of the big array.

An old man with a stiff figure and a hard time walking, dared to take the initiative to ask for his life in front of the two armies, and he fought alone, so his ability was naturally not small.

The full name of the old man, no one has mentioned it for many years, and many young juniors still don't know what the old man's name is, only know the old man's surname, and the rivers and lakes all call him an old man.

Old Man He is said to be nearly two years old, only a few years younger than the ancestor of the Chen family.

As a member of the same generation, Old Man He has always lived in the shadow of the ancestors of the Chen family, but this does not affect his status in the rivers and lakes.

After all, the talent is high, the health is good, and the old monster who can't die after living two Jiazi has only produced such an ancestor of the Chen family for hundreds of years, plus the ancestor of the Chen family has not interfered in the affairs of the rivers and lakes for a long time, so no one is bored to compare others with the ancestor of the Chen family.

Of course, even if there is no ancestor of the Chen family, Old Man He will not be able to become the first in the world in his era, but there is one thing, Old Man He is not lost to the martial arts supreme who rests on the Chen family mountain, that is, the age.

The two of them have lived much longer than ordinary people, and the people of their generation have basically been buried in the earth, as the only two old-timers of the previous generation, the other one has been held to the sky by the gods, and the remaining old man He, who is still eating the fireworks of the world, is naturally highly respected in the rivers and lakes.

Old Man He has no sect in his life, and the martial arts he has practiced are all honed by himself, in his own words, the master led the door to practice in an individual, but it is a pity that the master died a little early, and he can only rely on himself.

Speaking of Mr. He's master, he was also a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes back then, and his disciples were all over the world, but after accepting Mr. He as a closed disciple, he expelled all the other apprentices from the school.