Li Yanzhao's department has been practicing for a long time, and he has an artifact like a stirrup. At this time, the Hun cavalry was not well prepared, and the Hun cavalry, which was weak in local strength, was naturally unable to beat its edge, and in the short battle, most of them were cut off from the horse.

Li Yanzhao raised his head, and saw that Feng Ding, who was wearing a red tasseled helmet, had been stabbed down by a Hun cavalry who rushed out of the oblique thorn, and his heart was already in a hurry, so he hurriedly drew his bow and arrows, and in the flash of his mind, the feather arrow in his hand was already shooting towards the Hun cavalry who was about to raise his gun and stab again.

The Hun cavalry saw that he had stabbed down the opponent's general, and although the general was shot and fell to the ground, he still struggled to sit up and pulled out the ring knife at his waist. The Hun horseman showed a hideous look on his face, and he sat down on his horse and drove forward, raising his spear and about to stab him, but an arrow suddenly flew from the side, and pierced his throat accurately.

The Hun cavalry held his gun in his right hand in the air, but he could no longer pierce it, and his pierced throat made a whirring sound, and a series of strange and terrible bubbles sounded as he was dying. Then he was powerless, his body was crooked, and he was already planted under the horse.

Feng Ding thought that he was dead, but at this time, he was desperate, and the complicated feelings mixed with relief and grief in his heart gradually spread. He turned his head slightly, and he saw that the Liangzhou army behind him had torn a hole in the encirclement of the Hun cavalry. The general who led the cavalry, with his helmet and armor on his head, was already galloping towards his side.

Seeing this scene, several other Hun horsemen in front of Feng Ding did not believe in evil, they separated two people to intercept Li Yanzhao who was galloping, and the other person had already arrived in front of Feng Ding's body on horseback, and immediately the knight pulled the reins of the horse, raised his front hooves, and saw that he was about to step on Feng Ding's torso who was half lying on the ground.

It was too late, it was fast, Li Yanzhao, who was lying on horseback, saw that the Hun cavalry on the opposite side was so arranged, and the bowstring in his hand was another one, and after aiming at the Hun cavalry who wanted to step on Feng Ding, he had already let go, and an arrow flew away, Li Yanzhao didn't have time to look carefully at whether it hit or not, and in the face of the two Hun cavalry who were about to gallop to the front, he had to abandon the bow and arrow, and picked up the spear tied to the saddle.

The Hun cavalry in front of Feng Ding had already raised his horse's hooves and wanted to step down heavily. The knight was on his horse, but suddenly he was struck by an arrow. There was a pause in the movement for a moment. Feng Ding in front of the horse saw this opportunity, and with a roll, he was able to avoid the trampling of the war horse.

Although Feng Ding was shot in the ribs, the distinct pain at the wound stimulated his nerves, making him a little more awake. Although his injuries hindered his movements, his potential was also unrestrained between life and death.

Feng Dingfang just rolled sideways to avoid the trampling of the horses, and as soon as he stabilized, his right hand had already turned around and stabbed, and the sharp blade of the ring head knife easily cut through the front hooves of the war horse that was about to trample on him. The blade slashed through the flesh of the horse's leg, digging straight into the leg bone before it was hindered and stopped.

The horse was in pain, and then neighed, and its front legs had fallen uncontrollably, and the Hun cavalryman who had been hit by the arrow on the horseback was immediately thrown off the horse, but was in front of Feng Ding, who had drawn his sword. The Hun cavalry suddenly fell to the ground, and the arrow wound on his body was involved, and he suddenly felt pain. However, looking at Feng Ding beside him, his face immediately turned hideous again, and he half-knelt up, and his right hand was already touching the handle of the knife at his waist.

Seeing this, how could Feng Ding let the Hun cavalry get his wish? He endured the pain, quickly stepped forward, held the knife in both hands, and slashed it with great force. The Hun cavalry pulled out the scabbard with his right hand, but his arm was already cut off by Feng Ding's knife. At first glance, he felt that his right hand was empty, and then a sharp pain came from his heart, and the Hun cavalry fell to the ground and wailed in an instant.

Feng Ding took another step forward in pain, the blade of the ring head knife in his hand was facing down, and he stabbed hard, and the sharp tip of the ring head knife pierced the torso of the Hun cavalry who was rolling on the ground. Seeing this, Feng Ding's eyes radiated a bloodthirsty light, and the Hun cavalry who fell to the ground was already full of life in his eyes, and he was desperate.

Feng Ding's right hand exerted his strength and stirred the handle of the knife in his hand, until the Hun cavalry gradually stopped struggling, but turned into an instinctive twitch of the body, Feng Ding pulled out the ring head knife, and then quietly looked at the battlefield picture scroll like Shura hell in front of him.

The previous charge, chase, and fight had exhausted his physical strength. At the moment he just stood blankly, letting the bloody wind lap on his face. Carrying the knife without moving, it looks like a wooden carving.

Feng Ding was really tired. The previous defeat and escape, the despair of Jincheng County, the death before the war, and the battle of swords and swords consumed his physical strength and consumed his mind. From time to time, there was the pain of being stabbed. He slowly reached out and touched it, only to see that his hands were full of his own blood.

In a trance, Liang Wenyuan's voice and smile seemed to appear in his eyes. This loyal subordinate who has followed him since he joined the army must have been in a different place now, and the corpse is in the wilderness, allowing wild beasts such as jackals, tigers and leopards to gnaw clean.

Life is varied, and the world is impermanent. However, at this time, this long-experienced general was really tired. Maybe after being knocked down by the enemy, you will fall into a deep sleep. Then you don't have to think about these bad things anymore, you don't have to face bloody killings anymore, you don't have to feel heartache about the death of your loyal subordinates.

Feng Ding still didn't move, still calmly welcoming his fate. Not far behind him, the remaining Hun cavalry who had surrounded him before were already attacking him in shock and anger. Feng Ding could already clearly distinguish the neighing of the approaching horses from the whistling wind, as well as the nonsense roar of the Hun cavalry on the horseback as if to suppress the fear in his heart.

Just when the Hun cavalry who was galloping towards him raised the long knife in his hand towards Feng Ding, who was standing in place, and then quickly swung it out, wanting to end the enemy general who had caused them a headache in this battle in this valley, Feng Ding, who heard the clear sound of the blade breaking through the air, suddenly moved.

Feng Ding didn't know where the power gushed out, and instantly used the ring knife in his right hand to swing it out to the cavalry who rushed over, the two knives struck, the sparks flew out, Feng Ding stood firmly on the ground, and slashed out the powerful sink, and the huge force from the two knives hit each other shocked the Hun cavalryman's mouth numb, and the long knife in his hand almost got out of his hand.

Before Feng Ding swung the knife, his legs were already firmly standing in place, and the distance of the Hun horseman urging the horse to gallop was very short, and the horse's speed was not raised, and it had not yet formed a threatening impact. However, Rao was like this, and the rider managed to sit firmly on the horse's back and then passed in front of Feng Ding, who was still unsteady, and staggered a few steps before stopping.

Feng Dingfang stabilized his figure, and the second horse in front of him was already coming in an instant. The cold glow of the tip of a spear gradually magnified in Feng Ding's eyes. He didn't have time to think about it, just observed the direction in which the cold light was moving, and then crouched down slightly, raising his knife to block. The edge of the knife was behind the spear head that had been stabbed, and after a short encounter, the spearhead had deviated from the direction that the Hun cavalry had originally wanted to stab.

However, Feng Ding's mind was all on the tip of the spear that flashed in his eyes, but he was suddenly hit sideways by the rushing war horse, and then, Feng Ding, who couldn't help himself, left the ground with his feet, turned half a body in the air, and fell straight to the ground.

The subcostal part that had been stabbed by the gun earlier also began to hurt hotly, stimulating Feng Ding's nerves. Feng Ding barely sat up, and then looked at the Hun cavalry who was rushing straight towards him again, and raised his right hand strongly, but he could no longer pick up the knife.

Is it over, am I still destined to be buried in this land in the end? Rong Ma has been living for half his life, but his long-cherished wish to keep his hometown safe can no longer be realized. It's just that under the Yellow Spring, if you meet Liang Wenyuan, you don't know what to say.

Feng Ding was ready to meet the arrival of fateful death, but the other group of people killed in the oblique stab were still thinking about his safety on the way to kill. Li Yanzhao was closely followed by a group of cavalry, who faithfully performed their duties on this chaotic battlefield and supported Li Yanzhao, the main general in the army.

The two Hun cavalrymen who had previously failed to attack Feng Ding, after a short battle, were already beheaded by the skilled and numerically superior Guangwu cavalry. At this moment, Li Yanzhao was already riding forward, heading straight for Feng Ding, who fell to the ground.

Feng Ding didn't know if he was stunned or what, he was actually half-lying on the ground, ignoring the two Hun horsemen who were about to rush in front of him. However, Li Yanzhao, who witnessed this scene, became more and more anxious, seeing that his car was still more than a dozen steps away from Feng Ding, but the two Hun horsemen were already one after the other, and they were about to rush to Feng Ding.

Li Yanzhao was in a hurry, so he had to drag the spear across the saddle with his right hand, and then held the spear with his backhand, squinted his left eye slightly, roughly measured the distance, and then pulled his right hand back, and threw the spear out with all his might.

As soon as the spear took off his hand, he flew towards the Hun cavalry in front of him with a fierce wind. Li Yanzhao couldn't keep staring at the gun to check the results, he pulled out the ring knife on his waist with his backhand, and clamped the horse's belly with all his legs, and with the horse's long neighing in pain, Feng Ding's figure was getting closer and closer.

The spear thrown by Li Yanzhao flew almost in a straight line, and then pierced the head of the Hun rider without hindrance. The horse suddenly encountered the attack of this spear during the charge, and then quickly knelt on the ground with its front legs, and threw the Hun cavalry on horseback straight away.

As soon as the Hun cavalry was grounded, he couldn't control his inertia, and he slid forward for more than ten steps, and was on the road of Li Yanzhao's military horse, the horse was extremely fast at this time, and before he could react, his front hooves had already stepped on the body of the horseman, making a terrifying sound of bones shattering. However, Li Yanzhao didn't have time to think about it, and continued to gallop in the direction of Feng Ding.

Feng Ding, probably awakened by Li Yanzhao's galloping horses' hooves, glanced back in his direction, and rekindled hope in his heart. In Feng Ding's eyes, the cavalry general of the Liangzhou Army that he had seen earlier was riding a horse straight towards him at this time, and he obviously came to rescue him from his predicament.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ding, who rekindled hope, was full of fighting spirit again. He looked at the last of the horsemen who were running towards him, lifted the strength he had left, raised his sword in both hands, counted the time, and then slashed down in the direction the horseman was running from.

"Ahh Feng Ding looked up at Li Yanzhao, who had already come to him on horseback, and before he could say a word of thanks, he felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and then he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Li Yanzhao dismounted and put Feng Ding on the horse's back, and without caring about the slimy blood on his hand, he also got on the horse, took the cavalry who broke in, and turned around to go back to find the team, and then organized his own cavalry to attack the Zhao army foot soldiers in front. [.]