In fact, it means: Generalissimo Wan's "Fox Hunt" operation began.

The more than 1,000 cavalry that had been hovering around the periphery suddenly launched and rushed straight towards the large army of Wanyan Zhizhi, and when they approached, they suddenly divided into ten squads and outflanked them in all directions.

Wan Yan was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud when he saw their intentions. More than a thousand people want to surround an enemy several times their size, how can this kind of thing not make him laugh? But his laughter lasted only a few seconds, and he couldn't laugh again.

The cavalry of the ten squads came in like lightning, and each squad came into its own right, rushing in and out of his large army as fast as they could, as if they were just performing equestrian tricks in front of the enemy, and the ten squads soon became ten separate rings, and in the center of the rings were those unknown golden soldiers. They clenched broadswords and spears tightly in their hands, and stared nervously at the cavalry whirling around, not knowing what they were going to do.

Wan Yan Zhizhi had the most people around him, but strangely no one came to perform for him, and seeing those rapidly spinning rings gradually moving away, he suddenly shouted: "Oh, it's not good! Hurry up and disengage and break through! ”

No matter how loud his voice is, the generals in the ring will not be able to hear it anyway. The cavalry not only circled around, but did not know what was in their mouths, and at the same time made a low buzzing sound, and those in the circle felt as if thousands of flies were flying in their ears. Soon, the weapons in the hands of the surrounded golden soldiers could no longer hold steadily.

I don't know how long it took, the buzzing suddenly stopped, the speed of the ring slowed down, the golden soldiers were secretly happy, the ring suddenly opened a gap, hundreds of black-clothed men with steel knives rushed in, and the ring immediately closed again.

There is no fighting, only slaughter!

There is no skill, only slaughter!

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was no more living golden soldiers in the ring, and the black-clothed killing gods put away the steel knives in their hands behind their backs, and made a V-shaped gesture at the same time as the cavalry on the periphery, and quickly dispersed, leaving only a pile of human organs there emitting a stench that soared to the sky.

The same scene is playing out in other rings.

Wan Yan made his heart split, he experienced more than 100 battles, but none of them were such battles, watching his own people being divided and surrounded, and then slaughtered, without the power to fight back, this is simply the torture and humiliation of slaughtering the body and heart.

"Everyone move closer to the middle, don't let the enemy take advantage of it!" Wanyan's voice trembled a little.

With him as the center, the golden soldiers formed a huge circle back to back.

Wan Linggen clapped his palms, "The brothers did a good job, much better than I expected." ”

Uncle Zhang's face was also a little ugly, he had never seen this kind of tactic, shouldn't it be a hedging fight on the battlefield, a duel to the death? He glanced at the generalissimo Wan who was indifferent, and the corners of his mouth moved, "Jin Bing is still quite clever, and he won't be fooled this time." ”

"It's late!" Wan Linggen was now completely relieved, he took a breath easily, and the thick smell of blood in the air made him quickly close his mouth. He couldn't help but glance back at the silent people, and saw that they were making uniform movements, covering their mouths with their hands, their eyes glaring, their faces pale, and they were all stunned.

Wan Linggen shook his head, the bloodshed of the battlefield can only be dispersed by hatred, and it is not easy for these ordinary people to faint and vomit on the spot.

The black-clothed killing gods who had just finished their slaughter journey regrouped, with the cavalry in front and the infantry behind, looking at the nervous golden soldiers on the opposite side with a relaxed expression.

"Let them come back and rest for a while!" Wan Linggen looked back at the two pairs of eyes full of longing of the Zhang brothers, "You go and practice your hands." ”

"Yes!" The Zhang brothers raised their arms high, drew a semicircle in the air, and then swung down fiercely, and the cavalry and infantry behind them walked forward with neat steps, while the people in front of them always faced the enemy, gradually retreating, until they converged with the soldiers behind them, and then turned around, and the two waves of people raised their hands and high-fived each other, and the sound of snapping was equally neat and loud.

The cold sweat on Wan Yanzhi's body has come down.

These people have a relaxed demeanor and demeanor, and they do not regard them as opponents at all, but as prey. That's right, it's the prey! And it's the kind that's already in the bag!

In less than an hour, the original superiority in troops, which was still several times greater, was gone. Wan Yan's hand holding the knife began to sweat, and even he forgot that it was useless to have a bow and arrow on his side.

Of course, something like a bow and arrow can't be done if it's too far, and it's useless if it's too close, because the other party won't be stupid enough to give you a chance to draw your bow and arrow.

The distance of five steps is enough to see the hairs on the other party's face.

Zhang Bofen and Zhang Zhongxiong looked at each other, and Zhang Bofen threw a bundle of rope over, "The horse belongs to you, and the person belongs to me." ”

Zhang Zhongxiong took the rope and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's compare, whether I caught more horses or you cut more people." ”

Only then did he realize that all the cavalry on his side had dismounted, and those ownerless horses were lying on their stomachs or standing around, completely unaware of the danger coming. How could a Jin warrior who was known for his horse kung fu lose his horse? "Get on the horse!" Wanyan shouted this sentence almost subconsciously, and his generals also faithfully carried out his orders. However, then he realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

The soldiers with ropes in their hands are not trying to catch horses, but people!

At the same time as the Jin soldiers rushed towards their war horses, Zhang Zhongxiong and his men suddenly launched, with the cavalry in front and the infantry behind, and crashed straight into the scattered Jin soldiers, and a huge hunting operation officially began.

The panicked Jin soldiers soon fell into a state of fighting on their own. As long as they don't want to be trampled to death by horses and hacked to death by big knives, they can only run desperately and run again......

However, what awaits them is a fly rope!

The black-clad cavalry is only responsible for the encirclement, and they rush left and right, constantly driving the golden soldiers who try to break out of the encirclement back to the field, and those black-clad infantry are the real hunters!

They were in groups of five, and the two of them pulled a rope more than ten meters long, each holding one end, and straightened the rope and ran non-stop in the hunting ground. In such a long span, a rope is a net, and the net is often caught by a dozen people at once. Every time a golden soldier is blocked by a rope, the other two will circle back from the other direction like the wind, and the four of them will run in one direction at the same time, and the golden soldier who loses control will immediately run head-on into the fifth executioner, and all that awaits them is death! When they become unwilling corpses under the executioner's easy slash, the two ropes quickly separate and begin to search for the next group of targets.

Seeing that wave after wave of soldiers had become the souls of the black-clothed god-killing gods, Wanyan couldn't wait to slap himself a few times. If he had kept the defensive position unchanged from the beginning, he didn't believe that there would be such a long rope to trap them all, in that case, there would still be a glimmer of life, and he could fight desperately, but now?

Wanyan made his eyes crack, he looked up to the sky and roared, and the long knife in his hand danced impenetrable. But it's a pity that those black-clothed people seem to be insulated from him, and they don't get close to him at all, no matter where he runs, there is an absolute no-man's land within ten zhang of him. And he was very sad to find that with his fierce physique, he couldn't even catch up with a small soldier.

The people who stood on the sidelines and watched the battle were boiling!

Once upon a time, it was always their Song people who were chased and ran on the battlefield, but today it turned upside down, and it became a golden man who was chased all over the field, although those people were masked with black veils, but everyone knew that they were their own people, the children of the "Thunder God", and the heavenly soldiers and generals sent by God to save them!

"Thor!"

"Thor!"

“……”

The shouts suddenly sounded, wave after wave, the sound shook for thousands of miles, and it was endless.

Generalissimo Wan frowned, although he disliked these two words very much, and even feared that such a loud voice would interfere with the soldiers who were actually facing the enemy for the first time, but he soon realized that his worries were unnecessary. Those black-clothed gods of war were completely immersed in the fun of hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, and killing, and they were simply deaf to the earth-shattering shouts.

Uncle Zhang clenched his fists nervously, his eyes always on his two sons who were in a state of madness, they were on their horses, running and constantly making all kinds of gestures, directing their sons to harvest their lives in an orderly manner. That's right, these are the two powerful warriors who were once brave and unscrupulous, and now they have become commanders who lift heavy weights on the battlefield, his son Zhang Shuye!

"What's wrong, Lao Zhang? Do you want to go down and try it too? Wan Linggen leaned into his ear and laughed.

Uncle Zhang turned his face to look at him, and he suddenly had an urge to pick up this young man and pick him up twice. Yes, he likes this kid so much, he insisted on stuffing more than 10,000 people into his hands at the beginning, and now it seems to be very correct.

Wan Linggen saw that his expression was different, and he was vigilantly away from him, looked him up and down a few times, and suddenly asked, "Lao Zhang, who is that madman screaming at the bottom of the wow?" ”

"Crazy?" Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment, looked at the field, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "Only you, Generalissimo Wan, dare to call him a madman." This person's name is Wanyan Zhizhi, legend has it that he is the illegitimate son of Wanyan Zonghan, he was born with divine power, when attacking Datong Mansion, one person broke through the seven lines of defense of Taiyuan defender Zhang Hao, known as the Demon King of the World. ”

"So awesome?" Wan Linggen pursed his lips, "Aren't you being chased all over the ground by our son?" ”

Uncle Zhang smiled and said: "My generalissimo, I Uncle Zhang don't say that I have experienced a hundred battles, and I have experienced dozens of battles large and small, and I have never seen such a style of play as you." Also, if you look closely, who is chasing whom? ”