Night Raid.

Those who can carry out night raids and fights in the dark light and blind fire must be the elite of the army, and the army that can carry out night raids in an orderly manner and have a neat appearance like an arm is the elite of the elite. Unfortunately, Lan Xuan met the elite of this kind of elite this time.

Looking at the shadows in the darkness in the distance, I don't know how many men and horses there are, only in the starlight can vaguely distinguish the enemy who is approaching step by step like a steel jungle, and there is no superfluous sound on the way, only the sound of uniform footsteps. This is a hundred battles of the hero, before the battle, with the appearance of the army to take the first place, this momentum is enough to make the cowardly flee.

Listening to the chaotic sirens of the outer garrisons, Lan Xuan glanced at Wilber, Elox and Ayalifa Saint with wry smiles on their faces, at least the standing army of the dynasty, the standing army with many years of experience in fighting orcs, and the local garrisons stationed on the periphery were already in chaos before the battle.

Lan Xuan's face was resolute: "If the enemy wants to fight, then let's fight!" The longer we fight, the safer they will be, and the more enemies we kill, the better chance they will survive! Even if we all die in battle, as long as we don't give the enemy enough time to search the town, they will have a chance to be rescued, and time is on our side after all! ”

The enemy army turned into a torrent of steel, rolling in, and the garrison in the town was indeed crushed at the touch of a button, and there was no way to stop the enemy's footsteps. The enemy mage began to cast a spell, and one after another large fireballs seemed to be cannonballs, streaking across the sky and landing in the Maple Hotel, hitting something and then exploding, all combustibles had begun to burn, and flames rose into the air with thick smoke.

Wilbur has already rushed into the enemy's left flank like a raptor, sword and shield dance together, like a giant dam born out of thin air, with its own strength, the steel torrent is blocked alive, and Illockbie has also rushed into the enemy's right flank, unlike Wilbur, who is wide open and closed, she seems to be dancing softly, and the sword and shield have turned into her dance props, but this dance does not applaud, do not applaud, as long as life, like the sword light of the ribbon, always floats in the most vulnerable place of people, eyes, throat...... The torrent of steel was turned into a trickle by her dance, leaving behind the corpses on the ground.

The most powerful Chinese army is naturally Ayalifasheng's dish. Ayalifa Saint held a scepter and jumped on the terrace of the main building of the Maple Hotel that was already on fire, chanting, like a thorn bird dancing in the flames, and the mist shrouded the enemy, and the frost froze the blood, bone marrow, and even soul of the soldiers along the mist.

Lan Xuan led the Eighteen Iron Cavalry as the general reserve, he was already covered all over his body, and the steel mask had been put down, and the prestige of the Heavenly Wind Knights could not be lost in his hands! Steel against steel, spear against fang, Wind Knight, even if he dies, he will die on the way to the impact!

The enemy army obviously knew what their strengths and weaknesses were, and there was no tentative attack, and they went all out to attack, and the hand-to-hand war quickly entered a white-hot state.

The first to fall into the crisis was Wilbur, the martial arts of the wide opening and closing were too physically demanding, the whirling dance of the long sword split the heavily armored enemy upside down and fell to the ground, while the big shield paused for hitting the enemy, just like a moment of lightning, an iron spear like a poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity to move, along the gap of the feminine stabbing stab, "poof" into the left arm, with a bloody flower.

After being injured, Wilbur was even more powerful, and he was furious, and shouted angrily, "Little miscellaneous fish, dare to hurt me, where to escape!" Regardless of the original agreement of attrition and time-consuming warfare, the sword and shield dance together to perform the magnified martial art "Sword and Shield Round Dance", the sword, shield, and man turned into a huge grinding plate, and all the enemies who touched it seemed to encounter a high-speed rotating gear, and were knocked out of the air, either dead or injured. But this kind of ultimate, which is purely a hard-hitting consumption of killing a thousand enemies and self-inflicting eight hundred, is the most consuming physical strength and martial energy, how can it last?

Seeing that Wilbur was in crisis, Lan Xuan struck the ground with the iron spear in his hand, "Heavenly Wind Knight, attack!" "The nineteen iron horsemen with Lan Xuan as the arrow controlled the horse with their legs, let the horse trot and accelerate, the spear in his hand was held weakly, looking for the angle and target of the stabbing attack, and when he reached the enemy's formation, his legs slammed into the horse's belly, and the painful war horse immediately accelerated with all his strength.

A group of nineteen horsemen slammed into the steel embankment like a steel beast, and forced the embankment into a depression, and at the same time crashed into the enemy's air, the nineteen iron spears pierced into the gap of the defense by pure inertia of impact, piercing nineteen blood flowers. Then he quickly turned the horse's head, easily drew the iron spear, and slowly retreated to his own formation, ready for the next impact.

The Celestial Wind Knight's attack relieved Wilbur's pressure, and he stepped back, using his teeth and hands together, firmly binding the wound on his left arm, and swinging it again, as if it didn't hurt his muscles and bones. He took off the iron kettle on his waist, poured a mouthful, and then rushed to kill again. Lan Xuan waved his hand from afar, motioning for Wilbur to help Elox, and then led the iron riders to start a new round of impact.

Endless rushing and killing, rushing and killing ......, the time on the battlefield of sacrificing his life to fight and kill is always extraordinarily short, after the new round of impact, Lan Xuan looked around, plus he already only had twelve horses, everyone's dark iron armor was full of bright red blood stains, as if the magic horse rushed out of the blood prison, although the impact was more deterrent, but the horse's footsteps were no longer light, the speed of the impact also decreased, Wilber and Elox had also fallen into a heavy siege, and the space for vertical and horizontal maneuver was getting smaller and smaller, If it weren't for the fact that the Ayali Water System Law Saint seemed to have inexhaustible mana, not only firmly suppressing the Chinese army and suppressing the enemy's mages, but also applying auxiliary spells such as divine power and bloodlust to them from time to time, Lan Xuan felt that he would have collapsed a long time ago......

Although there were corpses left behind, and almost all of them were the corpses of enemy soldiers. But the huge superiority in numbers was enough to dominate the course of the war. The scales of victory have gradually tipped in favor of the enemy. What is the use of stubborn resistance other than delaying time? But Lan Xuan, don't they just want time?

I felt that I had regained some strength, and the war horse under my crotch had stopped breathing, and only snorted slightly. Lan Xuan knew that this was Ayali Fasheng who had applied the Blessing Technique to himself again. He hurriedly looked at the water system Dharma Saint who continued to dance on the high platform, but found that people didn't have time to glance at him. Lan Xuan raised the iron spear in his hand high and pointed diagonally at the enemy's lineup, "Heavenly Wind Knight, attack!" ”……

Everything is going to end after all, Lan Xuan thinks so, the long night has passed, the sky has begun to dawn, Ayali Fasheng's mana is no longer enough, the horsepower is already insufficient, Lan Xuan's iron cavalry is only three horses left, Wilber and Elox are also out of breath, there is no need to distinguish between left, middle and right, the remaining few people have already gathered in one place, behind which is the main building of the Maple Hotel, which has been burned to the ground.

The enemy army is also cleaning up the lineup, after all, the killed and disabled team is not cleaned up, and it is no different from a plate of loose sand. The enemy army was also about to complete the blow with one blow, and taking advantage of the gap between the enemy's purging team and launching the final general attack, Lan Xuan said his final goodbye to them in turn.

Lan Xuan's iron gloved hand hammered heavily on the iron armor of the three horsemen in turn, "Knight, I am honored to fight with you in a bloody battle, and I am even more honored to fight to the death with you, to fight the strong with weakness, and not to retreat, you are worthy of the title of Heavenly Wind Knight, and you will always be my pride, please accept my highest respect!" After saying that, he placed his right hand very accurately across his chest and performed a standard weapon salute.

The three horsemen did not say a word, and also returned a beautiful armed salute, and an elderly knight opened his mouth proudly: "Thirty-six horsemen went out to fight, leaving my three horsemen alone to steal their lives, and living one more second is already earned, the enemy is still there, the blood revenge that took my brother's life has not been avenged, leaving some strength to kill the enemy is the right thing, it is too wasteful to speak!"

Lan Xuan didn't think it was wrong, walked up to Wilbur and gave a big hug, and said secretly: "Wilbur, I didn't embarrass the Willie family." Wilbur just laughed and raised his thumbs, with the eighteen Heavenly Wind Knights, two half-step Sword Saints, and one Law Saint Energy and the kingdom's standing legion to fight all night, and even crippled the standing legion alive, and what was even more rare was that he expected the enemy to take the lead, and accurately predicted this sneak attack, so as to achieve the greatest result, this record is not lost to any famous general.

It's a pity that such a huge strength was originally the biggest reliance on bringing Mr. Puyi back from the hands of foreign races in southern Xinjiang, but he never thought that he would be useless in southern Xinjiang, and he was all buried in the infighting of the Terran clan not far from the royal city.

Lan Xuan walked up to Ayalifa Saint and Elox, and smiled very shyly, "If you meet in the netherworld, don't laugh at me for that again." Ayalifa smiled kindly, stretched out his hand and patted his iron armor: "With such a record, who would dare to laugh at you?" Now I'm afraid that those two little girls regret not being at the beginning! Elox also closed her head slightly in agreement.

Lan Xuan chuckled, "When the enemy cleans up the battlefield and finds that they are not here, it will be time for the army to arrive, and they will be safe after all!" "There is pride on his face that he has succeeded in his wisdom." Time is running out for the enemy! ”

Lan Xuan got rid of all his thoughts, jumped on his horse, led the three horsemen to stand in front of everyone, and shouted to the enemy army who had obviously completed the whole army: "Miscellaneous fish, come on!" Let's fight to the death! ”