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With the obstacle, the offensive of Hu Cai's right flank, which was originally smooth and flowing, immediately slowed down. A few thousand cavalry commanders and hundred cavalry commanders immediately stepped forward to get rid of the Han general, but they couldn't deliver two moves, and as long as the Han general felt that the opponent was difficult to solve for a while, he would shrink back and avoid the battle and hide among the subordinates behind him.

As the commander of the right-wing Hu Cai, Hu Lu Luomen certainly saw this obstacle. If this handful of Han troops are not dispersed and killed, the offensive of the right flank will not be smooth. Easily killed a few panicked Han soldiers, Hulu Luomen Pegasus arrived, "get out of the way" and shouted, that is, the prancing horse raised the axe to kill.

"Poof!" With a bang, the big swords and axes slammed into each other, and they opened as soon as they were divided. Hu Lu Luomen smacked his horse back, his expression relaxed and open, his eyes staring at his opponent tightly, and a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The big knife in the hand of the Han general from the small soldier was like a dog gnawing on the knife, and there was a big gap missing.

"Ahh For this part, it is all the wishes of the Han generals who are willing to dare to pull the emperor off the horse and find a cushion for death.

"Haha, the Han dog is in a hurry to find death, and grandpa will come to give you a ride."

"Kill!" At the same time that Hu Lu Luomen took matters into his own hands, Hu Cai's attack on the left flank had been unfolded smoothly, and Hu Jieqi's martial arts were not strong, but at this time, he was also at the forefront with a scimitar as he was in the lead.

"Kill!" Hu Jieqi stared straight at the big tent in front of him, and the scimitar danced more urgently, opening and closing, with the powerful impact of the war horse under the crotch. Everywhere you go, you leave behind a place of stumps and broken flesh!

And a white-robed priest beside him, a scimitar in his hand, was even sharper. Cold light and lightning, no one can approach, within a radius of Xu Xu. The light passed, and it was cut in two.

"Huh? It turns out that His Holiness and His Holiness have already arrived. No wonder ...... "No wonder the Han army of tens of thousands of people will carry it so quickly, it turns out that the main general has hung up." Hu Jieqi suddenly realized in his words.

"Pikemen, spearmen, and broadsword men marched forward, with the archers behind, and the swordmen in the center to guard—"

In the chaos of the Han army, there were still people who stood up and roared loudly, and their tone was full of poignancy and sadness! Iron scales and fine armor, look at this person, this person is a middle-level officer at the level of marching Sima.

Dozens of disheveled Han soldiers rallied in front of the Han officer, but most of them were armed with swords. Only eleven or twelve still held spears, spears, and broadswords.

Suddenly attacked, in a panic, in order to get out of the tent as much as possible, a few people will still carry these big swords and spears, and the close-fitting sword is still in better condition.

As for the bow and crossbow, then not to mention again. The shields are pitifully few!

Tearing eyes. The officer shouted again in a terrible voice, but apart from forty or fifty more swordsmen, the spears and arrows were still nowhere to be seen!

"God will kill me!" With a lamentation, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the officer's mouth, and a pair of eyes that had been full of hope just now seemed to have lost all their aura in an instant, and became dim.

He glanced back at the morning sun rising into the air for the last time. The officer was silent for a moment, and then let out the most restful roar like a wounded lone wolf: "Forming a circle - fighting to the death-"

"Want to fight hard?" Hu Jieqi smiled and showed a little tooth, snow-white. Dark eyes. Two cold gazes stared straight at the Han leader's chest. In his right hand, he holds the clamp and under the ribs, and the sharp tip of the gun is pointed diagonally to the ground.

"Fight to the death—"

"Fight to the death—"

As if infected by the desperate call of the officer, an unknown force slowly rose in the hearts of the nearly 100 remaining Han soldiers, and the endless panic and uneasiness quietly receded.

Resolute fortitude burned from their eyes. Han and Hu are not separated, and Han and Hu are not separated. The blood, pride, and unyielding of the clash of nations once again spread and stirred in their chests, and they "fought to the death---did not retreat-"

"Kill—"

Hu Jieqi roared, and took the lead in breaking into the handful of Han soldiers in front of him, and the killing machine was directed at the Han army officer, and no one could stop him at this moment.

The spear swept diagonally across a semicircle in front of the horse from the bottom up, and the sharp tip of the spear brought up a white light, like lightning piercing the night.

"Ahh

The screams sounded, and before the spears in the hands of the three Han soldiers could be stabbed out, they were already knocked away by the spears swept by Hu Jieqi. The tip of the spear was still castrating, and it slid through the bodies of the three Han soldiers as fast as lightning.

The splash of blood stained the front hooves of Hujieqi's mount again, and the Han soldier in the middle who had been slashed diagonally by the tip of the spear did not have time to lay his hands on his belly, and was tragically trampled under the hooves of the war horse, like a piece of rotten meat that fell to the ground.

Hu Jieqi's martial arts can only be regarded as first-class, and it is not worth mentioning in this martial arts world, but it is very easy to deal with a group of pawns with all his might.

Driving the horse for a long time, the sharp spear shook out, like a huge flower, cutting a graceful arc in the air.

The icy cold light disappeared into the air with the lives that had been lost.

"Ahh

The Han army Sima slashed out with a knife, wanting to seal the cold light that was stabbing in, and at the same time, the wrong figure under his feet tried his best to retreat in the opposite direction.

It's just that Hu Jieqi's shot came too quickly, and the cold light flashed in front of him. The Han army officer's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gathered the strength of his whole body to cut the blade of the gun with that knife.

"Dang-" There was a crisp sound.

The tip of the spear that pierced straight into the chest couldn't help but deflect, but it was only three inches staggered, and it stabbed diagonally into the officer's left chest. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the scales and pierced the back.

"Poof-" Blood splattered.

"Ahh

Grabbing the barrel of the gun that had sunk into his chest with one hand, the officer roared, swinging his knife and slashing at Hu Jieqi, "One piece to die-"

"Squeak-"

Hu Jieqi didn't look at the cut Yanling knife, his hands competed, and the barrel of the spear in his hand, which was made of a three-inch diameter century-old Zhemu heart, bent into an arc in an instant, and the Han army officer who was hanging on the head of the spear immediately left his feet off the ground, like a stone thrown out by a stone-throwing truck. With a great force, it bounced and shot out.

"Poof—"

The cold light flashed again, and the sharp blade of the spear pierced into the chest of another Han soldier who surrounded him, and the Han soldier rushed forward quickly, as if he had hit an invisible wall of qi, and suddenly after a pause, with the withdrawal of the spear, he staggered back and collapsed weakly.

Iron hooves galloped, sabers danced wildly, and the black-brown torrent formed by the gathering of Hu horses was wrapped in an unstoppable power that swept across the scene. Like a monstrous wave, it crashed viciously against a castle made of sand. The galloping light cavalry was like a sharp boning knife, easily cutting through a few obstacles of the Han army. Rip off pieces of fat at their vital points.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was like boiling water, churning.

Blood splashed, screamed miserably, and the men and horses fell in a mess in the shadow of swords and swords. It was as if at this moment there was no other sound between heaven and earth. Only the sound of tragic slaughter is the mainstream of circulation.

After the officer's death, the organized resistance of the Han army at the front completely collapsed. Although there are still many Han soldiers who rely on their personal bravery to resist desperately, the mantis arm cannot stop the car, and unorganized resistance is destined to be crushed by the organized light cavalry like a bedbug.

More Han soldiers have lost the idea of resisting, and they just want to retreat into the Chinese army and survive for a living. Towards the escape of the big tent wolf bèi of the Chinese army-

The real defeat is like a mountain!

The death of the main general at the beginning, the death of the officers one after another, and the successive blows have shattered the last resistance consciousness of this group of Han troops.

……

Yun Zheng finally integrated his own soldiers and rushed out, and his whole demeanor was as cold as an ice statue carved by 10,000 years of Xuanbing.

"Woo-"

"Knock knock—"

Inexplicable. But it was exciting, and the war drums and horns of the Han army sounded one after another.

Hu Qi, who was wantonly rushing and killing, was stunned, it was the Han army, and they were about to react.

"Offense. Keep attacking—" Uwei yelled.

"Knife Player-Pikeman-Front-"

"Foot archer--prepare-"

At the same time as the sound of trumpets and war drums rang out in an instant, the sound of majestic slogans sounded from the mountains not far away. The scorching air suddenly became a scorching spree.

The sound of weapons colliding and armor rubbing had just escaped, and hundreds of thousands of Han soldiers sitting on the ground stood up one after another, and they involuntarily began to line up in array.

Yun Zheng's 500 personal soldiers, together with more than 2,000 fully armored sergeants of the Chinese army, were walking under the supervision of Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng looked at the defeated remnants in front with a headache, and at this moment, there were more than 1,000 people in the assembly area, but less than thirty percent of them were equipped with weapons.

"Bang Bang-" He gently patted the war horse twice, and the big sword in his hand was raised high. It was like a torch lit in the dark night, which instantly attracted the attention of all the Han soldiers.

"Soldier bearers—"

There was a bang, and there was a sound of fragmented footsteps.

With Yun Zheng there, these panicked soldiers who had retreated from the front seemed to have found the backbone, and their mood suddenly calmed down a lot.

"Those who have no soldiers are behind, alternately make up for them, go forward and follow one after another--kill with me-"

A small group of Hu cavalry had already slid past the two wings of Yun Zheng's formation. Although Yun Zheng's battalion was based on the Plum Blossom Formation, there was no real obstacle between the Chinese army and the front.

――What kind of obstacle is a thin fence? Compared to the outer camp fence, it is not at the same level at all.

Looking at the rushing Hu Qi, Yun Zheng's cold face was only even colder, he knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake, he thought he was safe in his own territory, and he was really negligent.

One misstep becomes a thousand hatreds! I hope I can make up for it.

Otherwise, otherwise...... The consequences are unimaginable! Yun Zheng's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible big hand, and thinking of the consequences, he only suffocated.

With a solemn face, he raised his right hand, and the high-raised war knife flashed with a cold cold glow in the white light of the morning light, "Shoot me-" slashed, and the blade pointed directly at the rushing Hu Cai.

As long as his own troops and horses can survive two quarters of an hour, it is possible to do so.

With the chopping of Yun Zheng's sword, the three hundred foot archers from the three thousand soldiers and horses behind him bent their bows in their hands, and one by one sharp arrows were drawn from the quiver and buckled on the string.

The expression of each archer was so indifferent, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Gaze at the target ahead without any emotion. The arms exerted force, and in the tense sound of the crunching bowstrings, the longbows were like a full moon.

Then the three hundred men let go almost at the same time, and a piercing whistling sound pierced the sky at the sound of the bowstring.

"Xiu Xiu-" Hundreds of crossbowmen also pulled the crossbow machine. Three hundred sharp arrows were thrown, and hundreds of crossbow arrows flew flat.

However, at the same time, thousands of sharp arrows also flew above the heads of the Han army in an instant with endless killing opportunities, and then pierced down viciously like hailstones. The rain of arrows merged into a dark cloud, almost obscuring the white sky that had just taken place.

Yun Zheng raised his head, stared at the distance with a pair of eyes, and watched the "rain" falling from the sky.

Damn, when did the Han army suffer a loss of equipment to Hu Qi?

A miserable howl rushed into the night. Most of the routs came from the front, and those Han soldiers who still had weapons in their hands were better, at least they could use their weapons to shoot arrows, which was better than nothing. But the hundreds of comrades behind them were correspondingly much more miserable, and at this moment they could only use their own flesh and blood to resist the ravages and destruction of arrows.

Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, his evil eyes stared at the Hu Qi who rode his horse and killed, he wanted to kill the Jinhuan Hu general who took the lead with a knife.

"Go on—release the arrows—"

Looking at the meteor galloping towards Hu Qihu general. Yun Zheng's angular face became more and more severe, and his hands were on the blade of the knife, waiting for him.

100 steps - 80 steps - 50 steps -

"Kill—"

A thunderous roar suddenly resounded on Yun Zheng's side. Then there was a sound of "da-da" horses' hooves, and more than 100 light horsemen flew out. Diagonally crossed the front of the Han army's array-

"Kill—"

Another roar. The leading Yun family general opened his eyes angrily.

This is the only cavalry in Yun Zheng's own army, and it is not really to resist the Hu cavalry when he is released at this time. It's just to disrupt the rhythm of the rampage. In other words, these 100 people are the dead who were thrown. Sacrifice for the sake of purpose!

In a short distance of thirty or fifty paces, Han Qi came so fast that Hu Qi didn't have time to shoot over anymore. The pro-army led the troops to immediately adjust their position, and more than 100 light horsemen met the rolling Hu cavalry army that was galloping, and crashed into it without fear.

"Kill—"

The bald arc glared angrily, and the roar of the horse was like flying, like an extremely sharp knife stabbing straight down in the middle of the Han cavalry, and the mace of fifty or sixty catties in his hand swept left and right, dividing the waves, and the person who blocked was killed.

"Give me my life—" Seeing the rushing men being swept off their horses one by one, the general's heart was like a drop of blood. The spear in his hand straightened, and a straight line was drawn in the air, straight towards the bald waist and abdomen, but at this moment he had to be someone's opponent.

Between two points, the shortest radial is taken. This shot was as fast as it was, but it didn't hurt the bald arc in the slightest.

The bald arc snorted contemptuously, a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and with a turn of his hands, the heavy mace drew a strange arc in the air, and the bright nails slashed horizontally towards the head of the general, and the handle of the axe was appropriately blocked in front of the chest, just in time for the shot that the general stabbed.

Sensing that something was wrong, the general was not afraid, and struggled to withdraw the spear, and as soon as his arms were raised, he was about to catch the bald arc, which was as heavy as Mount Tai. The scorching battle intent ignited from his eyes, since he was going to die, he had the courage to fight to the death.

"Poof—"

There was no violent clanging of gold and iron, only a muffled sound.

The spear in the hands of the general is not an ordinary iron gun, but a Zhemu gun like the spear in the hand of Hu Jieqi, although it is not a century-old Zhemu heart, but it is also a carefully selected high-quality material. The outside is also wrapped with a layer of iron wire, and then wrapped in a fine cloth, the viscose is overturned, and the fine cloth is compacted layer by layer. Although the final weight of the gun is not heavy, the bearing capacity is extremely large.

The bald arc was like a thunderous blow, and the sharp wolf tooth nail pressed the barrel of the gun and bent straight down more than half a foot, almost overwhelming the top of the general's head. However, the rebound power of the Zhemu pole itself and the strength of the pro-general to support it hard, the combination of the two forces still allowed him to dissolve the axe.

However, the strength of the bald arc was still pouring in through the tide of the wooden pole, and it still shook the pro-general's arms for a while, and his chest was even more scorching, and the whole body couldn't help but tremble, as if a mountain was pressing on his body in an instant, and the bones all over his body were moaning, and the pro-general froze instantly.

Yun Zheng's eyes were fixed, and his deep eyes were full of bald figures, and at this moment, he even gave up commanding the troops.

Yun Zheng was not surprised by the sudden insertion of his personal general, because this was what he arranged. However, he swore to God in his heart that he would definitely avenge his general.

"Die—"

The mace in Bald Arc's hand was raised again, his eyes were full of fierceness, and his throat "hissed" with a crazy roar, and the whole person was like a vicious and devouring beast.

The snow-bright wolf tooth nail shone with a dazzling light, and turned into a jet-black essence, as fast as lightning to cut off the head of the pro-general again.

"Be careful, sir-"

An anxious voice arrived from behind Bald Arc.

Huo Ran raised his head, and the bald arc saw a dazzling cyan lightning shoot out, the sound was like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, dazzling to the extreme, flashing with an incomparably fierce killing intent.

The edge goes straight to the bald arc chest and abdomen! Even if he can kill his relatives with a stick, he can't escape being knocked off the field by the edge!

"Whew-"

As soon as the bald arc's arms intertwined, the mace that slashed at the general immediately drew a beautiful arc in the air, and swirled back to meet the cyan afterimage that stabbed to the ground.

"Bang-"

There was a violent sound of gold and iron. Bald Arc felt the tiger's mouth in his hands suddenly numb, and the cyan edge that stabbed to the ground suddenly slammed, and then suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes, and the electric snake flew.

But it's a blue blade!

There was a moment of flickering in his bald eyes, and then a relaxed and contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The person who wields the long sword on the battlefield must be the martial arts master of the Han people. But in this kind of almost sneak attack, he couldn't do anything about himself, this person's strength is not as good as that of the Dharma King and His Holiness, and it is not worth mentioning.

"Kill, ......" The sound of killing on the east and west sides of the Han camp was close.

(To be continued)