If you look down from the sky through the rain clouds, you will see thousands of people on the rushing Zhulu River, divided into two sides, fighting to the death on a ten-zhang wide front. On one side were cavalrymen with red scarves, and on the other side were more peasants with weapons than armies.

But it was this group of peasants who resisted the attack of the elite Xuanjia Red Turban soldiers to the death, although the form was precarious.

Further afield, a cavalry with the same black armor and red scarves was rushing from the flank to the right flank of the peasant army. The defenses there were extremely weak, and if they were attacked, the hard-held front would collapse.

At this moment, a small team of black clothes and black armor appeared on the right side of the battle line, which was able to withstand the Xuanjia cavalry.

Qin Lei had finally really encountered a battle since he swore that night. He knew that there must not be a trace of luck in the face of the invincible Baisheng Qi army in the world, so he abandoned all distracting thoughts, pulled out the sword behind his back, and stood steadily in the formation.

What Qin Lei brought with him were two squads of the escort squadron and a scout squad, a total of ninety people. These ninety people were at an absolute disadvantage in the face of five hundred iron horsemen. However, the people of Qin never knew what it was to be afraid, especially when it came to the sworn enemy Baisheng Army.

The team members held their crossbows steadily, gently pulled the trigger, and each time the crossbow arrow missed the string, it would take away the combat power of an enemy. Unfortunately, the distance was too close, and after two rounds of shooting, the team members had to throw down their crossbows and pick up their weapons to start a white-knuckle battle with the enemy.

The daily training of the escorts is to form formations to deal with various shocks, and the Yum cavalry, as the main imaginary enemy, is naturally the top priority. I saw that the team members used round shields to protect their upper bodies, sank down and rolled sideways in front of the horses, fearlessly facing the galloping cavalry, and stomped on the calves of the war horses with the simple knives in their hands.

The sharp Pu knife and the fierce speed of the war horse rushing towards him easily cut off the horse's leg. The horse, which had lost a leg, could not keep its balance and rushed some distance before falling hard. As soon as the knight on the horse falls, he is killed by the team members behind him with spears.

This strange killing method, the Qi soldiers who were suddenly cut turned on their horses, and they magically resisted the attack of this cavalry.

Fierce battles were fought everywhere on the battlefield, the air became more and more stagnant, and the blood mixed with the rain into the mud, turning the banks of the river into an eerie brown, and then flowing into the water, dyeing the water of the Zhulu River a bewitching red.

Zhao Tam's face became more and more ugly, and he understood that this was the evil result of the Baisheng Army's two days of rapid march, and the impact was less than half of what it used to be when the people were sleepy and the horses were tired. If it is at the level of seventy percent on weekdays, these local chickens and dogs will definitely not be able to withstand it for so long.

He held the flag aloft, drew a circle in the air, and pointed firmly at the enemy formation. Seeing this, the herald on the side beat the war drum vigorously. The rousing voice spread throughout the battlefield, reminding all the victorious troops that the time for the decisive battle had come.

The Baisheng Army shouted in unison: "Scared! "I no longer care whether I will be caught in a lasso, whether I will be cut off by a rolling knife, and I don't care about life and death in the formation.

As mentioned earlier, the Yum Army is proud, even if it is prepared. Especially when faced with rogue enemies, this pride often turns into disdain. They didn't treat each other as opponents of the same level, so they cherished their lives extraordinarily. For fear of being injured or even killed in this senseless battle, he would not be able to catch up with the battle against the Qin army.

Therefore, when they became serious and did not spare their lives, the combination of the peasant army and the escort force was not enough. The black torrent rolled in, breaking the spears in the hands of the enemy, and then smashing the enemy into a meatloaf. Just suddenly, Qin Lei was squeezed into a small space with a radius of less than seven zhang. Countless dark mounted spears stabbed from all directions, taking dozens of lives each time.

Qin Lei also avoided the inevitable enemy. Two cavalry spears stabbed at him at the same time, Qin Lei did not dodge or dodge, but just used the mountain knife to be lighter at the seven inches of each gun, and the two guns slipped left and right uncontrollably. Qin Lei rubbed his body and attacked one on the left, and Shen Qing, who was guarding beside him, pounced on the other.

Qin Lei slashed at the horse's neck, and the heavy mountain knife cut off half of the horse's head, and blood gushed out, dyeing half of Qin Lei's body red. Qin Lei was not affected in the slightest, let out a long roar, pulled out another mountain opening knife in his left hand, and chopped off the left leg of the knight on the horse with one sword. The knight's spear in the back stabbed again, Qin Lei was just about to repeat his old trick, when he suddenly felt a tightness in his back, and he had been pulled back into the formation by the guards behind him, and the guards didn't stop, dragging him back one by one.

Under the layers of passing, he regained his footing in the innermost part of the battle formation, separated from the enemy by a dense crowd.

Tears rolled down his eyes without warning, and he wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. He was so stunned by the actions of the team that he forgot to move for a while.

Since coming to this era, he has been reminding himself of his identity as an outsider all the time, and it is difficult to have feelings for everyone. He is always calculating how to survive in this era and calculating the value of the people around him. And now, the guards who are regarded by him as thugs and bodyguards, for him a few ethereal oaths, a few pretended performances,

Several acts of buying people's hearts were willing to pull him behind him in the face of death, and gave all the hope of life to him, a hypocritical 'instructor'.

Watch the players jump up and throw out one by one. Qin Lei's eyes turned blood-red, and he roared angrily to rush forward and fight the enemy to the death. The team members desperately blocked him at the back, by the bridge.

Occasionally, someone would look back at him and smile innocently, as if to say, "Instructor, we're doing well."

The killing continued, and one by one Pao Ze died in front of Qin Lei, as if a sharp blade was inserted into his heart. The time was so long, everything was like playing in slow motion, Qin Lei looked up at the sky, and the rain seemed to have turned bloody.

Bloody memories.

A voice of surprise came from his ear: "Okay! Then several guards carried him and rushed to the bridge, which was finally repaired.

The unconscious Qin Lei was crossed the bridge, and he didn't come back to his senses until he landed, and at first glance, he saw the peasant army and the guards on the opposite side scrambling to the bridge. Frightened, he finally regained his ability to speak, and shouted loudly with all his strength: "All go back and cross the river in batches!" Rukan on the side was already too anxious to speak.

As soon as the peasant army on the opposite side saw the bridge, how could they still have the heart to fight, and under the suppression of the Yum cavalry, who would still listen to him. Rushing up and hugging on the narrow bridge deck, from time to time people were squeezed into the water, screaming and being carried away by the torrent.