Tan Wen's helmet fell off, a bamboo spear stabbed over, hit him in the head, the bamboo gun was not as sharp as the metal spear, and it couldn't pierce the iron helmet, so he could only poke off the helmet, the bun was opened, and a big mouth on his forehead was bubbling with blood, and the cloak was scattered with blood on his face, making his white-faced Yulangjun and Pianpian Confucian's demeanor disappear.

He saw Tan Zhi's corpse, it had been trampled to a disfigured appearance, his head was flattened, only the bronze mirror on the half-section armor could see the identity of the corpse, he roared wildly, his heart was broken, and he was about to get off the horse to grab the corpse, but he was pulled by Tan Hong, wrapped in the chaos and left.

The corpse with the goggles tied to it was submerged at the feet of the crowd in the next instant, never to be seen again.

The soldiers guarded around him, using long knives and spears to fight with the people on all sides, the combat effectiveness of the dead soldiers was endless, even if they were stabbed in the body by a few bamboo spears and spears, as long as it was not a fatal place to lose their ability to move immediately, the soldiers still waved their weapons regardless of it, slashing and killing the people closest to them.

Where have the people seen this kind of battle, many people have never fought with others in their lives, and it has only been a short month since they joined the army of Wanshou Valley, and the battle they have experienced is only the battle of the Black Valley, and the training effect of that battle is not much for most people, and it seems that the battle has just ended.

Therefore, in the face of the Tan family's pro-soldiers who were like undead madmen trapped and fighting beasts, after more than 20 people died, the people unconsciously began to dodge, instinctively not daring to get close, only daring to poke around with long bamboo spears far away, so that the blocking could not be talked about much strength.

There were only five or six people left around Tan Wen and Tan Hong, all of them were wounded, and their mounts were also bloodstained, all relying on the desire to survive to support their breath, and through a bloody path with their corpses, they rushed out of the six-layer gun formation composed of the people.

Suddenly there was no bamboo spear in front of them, and the front was cheerful, Tan Wen and the others suddenly rejoiced in their hearts, and swung the bamboo spears on all sides with a long knife, and the horses broke out of the broken opening.

Wang Huan stood about fifty steps behind the Minzhuang gun array, holding an ash pole spear, wearing a rattan armor robe, with an eight-petal iron helmet seized from Niu Sicheng on his head, a bunch of red tassels fluttering on the top of the helmet, and coldly looking at Tan Wen who was rushing like a lost dog.

Beside him, two hundred white-robed soldiers lined up, spears pierced into the soil and erected beside him, each holding a mountain-destroying crossbow in his hand, the quiver box had been replaced, and two thousand crossbow arrows lay quietly inside, shining in a faint dark light, waiting to harvest life.

"This should be the main general Tan Wen, the armor on his body is a fine fish scale armor, and only he can afford to wear this kind of precious armor." Wang Huan said to himself lightly: "If I kill his brother, it is probably impossible to recruit him again, right?" ”

He smashed his mouth and said with some regret: "It's a pity, this person has some skills, and the pro-soldiers under his command are also loyal, but if you want to be my enemy, his sin is unforgivable, shoot arrows." ”

Taking advantage of this, Tan Wen and the others urged the horses to approach, and they also saw the loose white-robed soldier formation, and the crossbow in the hands of the white-robed soldier could also be seen clearly, and even the reflection on the arrow was faintly visible, but what could it be? Do you turn around and go back to fight with the people with bamboo guns? It's all here, as long as you break through the last pass again, you can escape, what are you afraid of? Tan Wen stared at his blood-red eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood that almost wanted to cover his eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Rush again, rush out is the way to live, and fight with the stone pillar barbarian!" ”

Several people clenched the spears and knives in their hands, hid their bodies behind the horse's neck, and beat the horse, barely forming a small hammer shock formation and charging away.

The trumpeter next to him has been pricking up his ears to listen, Wang Huan's self-talk made him a little sluggish, and he didn't understand what he was saying, but he could understand the three words "archery", and when he heard the sound, he immediately puffed up his cheeks and struggled to pick up the suona and blew a long note.

"Horn~~" "Whoosh~~! ”

At the same time as the sound of suona sounded, the sound of countless arrows breaking through the air also sounded.

Two hundred white-robed soldiers pulled off the handle of the mountain-destroying crossbow together, and shot steadily one after another, this scene was similar to shooting targets during training, although the cavalry was fast, but it was not as fast as the flying arrows.

Almost instantly, all the horses were shot into hedgehogs, and each horse was struck by no less than ten arrows, and the branches were grieved, and the galloping horses fell to the ground, rolling and neighing on the ground, sliding forward some distance on the dirt, and dying.

As for the knights on the horse, they were either also shot into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows and died at the same time as the horse fell to the ground, or they were lucky enough to rely on the cover of the horse to save their lives, but they were also thrown out at the same time as the horse fell to the ground, rolled on the ground a few times, and staggered to their feet.

There are only three people who can stand up, and Tan Wen is the only one who can stand up and walk.

His second brother Tan Hong had more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body and was dead.

As for the two living soldiers, the horse's neck only protected their bodies, and several arrows were shot on the thighs exposed on both sides of the horse's body, and the half-body waist armor they wore did not have armor plates on the legs, and the arrows were shot through the wounds, and it was already a miracle to be able to stand up, and there was no difference between death on the battlefield.

Tan Wen didn't have any major problems, except for the wound on his head, his whole body was fine, which was not to say how lucky he was or how strong his ability to dodge was, but because of the armor he was wearing.

As the main general, the protection must be the best in the whole army when he goes into battle, Tan Wen wears chain mail inside, coat fish scale armor, and the scale armor leaves are made of stainless steel, up to two millimeters thick, which can avoid knives, guns, bows, shoulders, arms and even legs, all have thick armor leaves to protect him, when the crossbow arrow came, he lowered his head for the first time to dodge, and at the same time held his head with both hands, and the arrows clanged on him, like being shot on the bronze man and was bounced away.

However, when he fell from his horse, his head hit the ground, and another hole was broken, which made him a little dazed and dazed, and he could see things with some shadows, and he could not walk very steadily.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open, looked for a long knife on the ground, held it in his hand, and used it to pestle the ground, gasping for breath.

Zubian scolded and took some Minzhuang to surround him, and the rest of Minzhuang had to be blocked at the mouth of the black pine forest, where there were still 6 Some of the Tan family's foot soldiers were smoked into blacks and rushed out, and they only had half a life left, and as soon as they came out, they lay on the ground and gasped for breath, and the Minzhuang stepped forward easily, stepped on it, tied the rope, and captured the prisoner.

The people surrounded Tan Wentuan, and the bamboo spear was pointed at his body, but no one moved to stab, just looked at him silently, like looking at a person waiting to die.

Tan Wen stumbled, his face was covered with blood, his face was hateful, standing in the middle of the people in a circle, looking around like a wandering ghost, everywhere he looked, he was looking at him coldly, and the sharp head of the bamboo spear kept shaking in front of his eyes.

Tan Wen was furious and used a long knife to knock on the bamboo gun, but how much strength did a person who was almost unconscious have? The long knife was slashed on the bamboo spear, and not even a white mark was left, let alone shaken a single bit.

The people suddenly parted a way and let a person walk in, and they looked at this person with warm eyes and some awe, this person was Wang Huan.

Zu Bian raised the spear in his hand, used the gun as a stick, swept it on Tan Wen's wrist holding the knife, and knocked the long knife to the ground, Tan Wen hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and immediately more than a dozen bamboo spears crushed him to the ground, unable to move.

Wang Huan walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly.

Not long ago, this Southern Ming general, who led an army of 6,000 and flaunted his might, rampaged through the territory of Shizhu like no one, but now he was lying on the ground like a water dog, his head was scattered and his clothes were untidy, and his white face was pasted into a flower face by blood and smoke, and he no longer had a lofty and powerful temperament.

Tan Wen's chest rose and fell, staring at the young man in front of him, and a few words popped out from between his teeth: "Who are you?" ”

Wang Huan lowered his body slightly, squinted at Tan Wen, and smiled: "My name is Wang Huan, the king's past, Huanxihuan, remember?" ”