Chapter 18: The Fall of the Wings (3)

At the last moment, Hu Xie rolled sideways and dodged a blow, but the knife held by the fire behind him then swung over, Hu Xie quickly raised the knife to block, and with a "dang" sound, Hu Xie thought that his arm strength was extraordinary, but his arm was still sore. The knife held by the fire did not stop for a moment, and cut horizontally again, Hu Xie had no chance to breathe at all, and the vertical knife was blocked again, but he underestimated the power of the opponent's knife, and in a hurry, the short knife flew out of the sour hand, and he himself was also shocked out.

Hu Xie struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground, knowing that his opponent was dragging a knife over to take his life. He had seen the bravery of the cavalry generals of the Xiao Kingdom on the battlefield, and he had also seen the hundred-step piercing Yang of the Northern Spiritual Shooting, and today he saw the speed impact of the Wing Clan.

He struggled to his feet, and he remembered that his father had told him that cavalrymen always had to die, but they had to die in the way of the charge.

Huo Zhi raised his knife again, "I promised my brothers to take them to protect their homes and bring them back one by one, but you killed them, so you deserve to die, but not because you are some kind of bullshit!" ”

For the first time, Hu Xie felt that he was going to die, he touched that person's bottom line, and he himself understood that determination and feeling. It's funny to say, both sides of this war believe that they are righteous, and the barbarians want to reclaim the holy weapon that was taken by the Winged Clan, while the Winged people want to defend their homeland. Everyone has their own justice, so why should you live and die between justice and justice? Who is the evil side in this war, or is there no distinction between good and evil at all?

"Huozhi, your opponent is me."

Hu Xie looked at the back of the fire holder, it was Hulan Ruo.

The fire wield took the knife away from the top of Hu Xie's head, "You are still a child, don't make a murder, let's go!" After speaking, he turned around and raised his knife to face Hulan Ruo.

Hulan Ruo was on horseback, with a knife in his right hand at his side, and the guards around him were fighting with the wingmen.

Hu Xie didn't walk and sat in place to rest, suddenly he saw Hulan Ruo move, the long knife swung out first, his legs clamped the horse's belly, the war horse was in pain and rushed forward, the fire held a sideways jump, and the knife was handed to Hulan Ruo in mid-air, Hulan Ruo leaned back to dodge a knife, and then the long knife swept over, and the fire held it easily jumped......

Hu Xie watched the duel between these two famous generals, one of the war horses was incomparable, and the other had unparalleled reaction speed, and no one could help anyone.

In the interval of the duel between the main generals, the defense line of the winged tribe has completely collapsed, and the barbarian iron cavalry successfully broke into the position of the winged people after losing the first wave, the winged people have no heavy armor and shields, and they can't resist the powerful impact of the heavy cavalry, thousands of winged people are trampled to death by the barbarians' war horses, and from time to time the winged people fly, but they don't fall down too high, and their bodies are full of arrows. Their proud wings personally sent them to heaven. At the beginning, the charge of the barbarian iron cavalry could not be blocked deep into the formation, but gradually the charge encountered fewer and fewer obstacles, and the heavy armored cavalry running at full speed was quite terrifying, they could crush everything that stood in front of them, so the barbarian cavalry passed, and the blood was all the way.

"Huozhi, surrender, continuing to resist will only lead to more killings, haven't you always loved soldiers like sons?" Hulan Ruo held the word to the fire.

Huozhi tapped Hulan Ruo's long knife on the tip of his toes, and jumped out reflexively with the power of the long knife, looking at the center of the battlefield, where the cavalry galloped back and forth, with stump wings and broken arms everywhere.