Que Mu's pressure at this time was huge, not only in his "kneeling" posture, but also in the majestic crushing power that Tian Wujing gave him that was almost impossible to breathe.

Tian Wujing was like a mountain, as soon as he came up, he smashed himself into the dust;

And in the next moment,

The mountains dissipated and turned into clouds and rain;

The blade of the Kun Gong knife turned over, the thunder turned into rain and dew, and the earth dragon twisted into a green snake, and the knife edge hooked horizontally and dragged backwards.

Que Mu, who was in the stage where the old qi had just disappeared and the new qi had not been renewed, only felt that his arms were swollen, and in an instant, his mace had been pulled out by Tian Wujing with a knife.

The previous knife was a storm crashing on the shore, and the current hook is like the wind and the waning moon.

Suddenly, Que Mu felt like a lamb, being extremely familiar with his fur and flesh.

It is obviously the main general in the formation, but it has formed an extremely vivid scene that one side is slow and the other side is difficult to parry.

"Roar!"

Que Mu let out an angry roar, his knees jerked up, and the whole person smashed backwards, this is a very correct choice, this is not to escape, but to avoid the tragic ending of being slaughtered by Tian Wujing when he is stabbed.

The savage warriors behind Que Mu were also shocked to see that their leader was directly repelled by the other party's main general, but they still rushed over extremely bravely, first, the momentum was already achieved at this time, and it was impossible to turn around, and secondly, everyone knew in their hearts that even if he was a powerful existence, in this chaotic saber and gun, he would become extremely fragile and easily die.

However, the knights of the Jingnan Army behind Tian Wujing had already rushed over from both sides, and they dodged the direction of the opponent's blade with skillful horsemanship, and then directly penetrated the opponent with the length of the horse's lance;

The knights who followed followed, their figures were incomparably light on their horses, even if they were wearing armor, they were still agile in their flashes on horseback.

Li Fusheng once said that the essence of war lies in "the strength of the soldiers and the strength of the horses." This is very one-sided, but within certain limitations, it is very practical.

Even if the bow and horse riding of this group of savages is not as good as the barbarians, it is not bad, but they may not fall on weekdays, just dozens of sets of armor, let alone armor, ordinary people are likely to have the opportunity to touch the armor of the nobles when they work for the nobles in the clan on weekdays, even if the armor is already old.

This is the generational difference......

When the elite cavalry of the Yan people was already familiar with using the width, thickness, length, hardness and other aspects of armor and ordnance to enhance their superiority in battle formations, many of the savages did not even have a decent set of armor.

The military formations of the two sides completely collided at this time, and for a while, it was impossible to count how many people fell off their horses and how many people were penetrated by the blades, and blood became the cheapest decoration color at this time.

Tian Wujing did not continue to chase and kill Que Mu, at least, he did not go deliberately, under the sword of Kun, one by one savage warriors were cut down, and no one was his close enemy.

He seems to have let Que Mu go like this,

But rather,

He didn't think that the death or non-death of the other party's commander would have any impact on the outcome of this war.

And Zheng Fan's side looked a lot embarrassed, when he rushed into battle, the kind of riding a horse and fighting side by side, that was good, relying on his seven-grade martial arts cultivation, he could also be more comfortable, but he was afraid of the kind of person who didn't know which corner he was rushing out of, and he would give you a knife or a shot by using the horse's momentum, this kind of attack and killing, even if you are a master, you will be explained if you are not careful.

However, in this chaotic environment, he could still pay attention to these, and while confronting the savages in front of him, he still had time to pay attention to his surroundings, Zheng Chengshou felt that he seemed to have really been trained on the battlefield.

The demon pill also kept adjusting his direction back and forth in the armor, and after several successive first advances, no matter what his true heart was, but at least at this stage, the father and son were in the honeymoon phase.

Therefore, the magic pill was also heartbroken for this father not to have an accident, and the previous magic pill was still very calm, because even if Zheng Fan was on the battlefield, there was a group of demon kings around him who deliberately protected him, especially that Ah Ming, who shared a lot of things for himself.

But now that Ah Ming is not here, and neither are the other demon kings, the demon pill can only carry all his father's pits alone.

In fact, the collision between the two sides did not really determine the winner or loser at the beginning, but in other words, the victory or defeat has actually been predestined.

Because Tian Wujing's Chinese army only had 4,000 cavalry, it stubbornly rushed into battle with nearly 10,000 savage cavalry and did not fall behind after rushing hard.

At this time, the cavalry on both flanks directly inserted into the battlefield, and Liang Cheng, as the rear army, also seized the opportunity and rushed into the battle from the rear at the most appropriate time.

Manpower is endless, and these savage warriors are not brave, but after the two wings are cut off and the opposing rear army rushes face to face again, no amount of bravery can offset the sharp turn of the battlefield situation.

Many savage warriors are only accustomed to the previous clash of clans, everyone gathers their own and alliance warriors, hedges against a wave, the winner takes all, and more, that is, these items that are known to anyone who fights with soldiers such as night raids or sieges.

But a little more specific, a little more detailed, in terms of the battle situation, the real cutting and refinement, even if they can understand and understand, they can't do it.

When the savage warriors found that their clansmen and companions on their sides began to be picked down one by one, and found that they were actually the rampaging figures of the Yan cavalry in front of and behind, a feeling of panic and confusion began to suppress their courage, and gradually filled their hearts completely.

In fact, there are not many who collapsed, and there are not many who escaped, but this kind of so-called resistance that they can carry out under the impact of being cut into pieces and being continued to form an organization by the Yan army is really a little too pale.

Que Mu, who was picked up by Jingnan Hou and fell to the ground, had just picked up a knife and was about to go up again to fight, when he was keenly aware of the bad situation on the battlefield.

This is a feeling he has never experienced, in the past when he fought with the Jin people, although the soldiers and horses of the Situ family were fierce, they could not do it so delicately.

For a long time, in Que Mu's eyes, the difference between the Jin (Situ family) army and his own savage army was only that they were better equipped and they had more people.

Indeed, when the wildlings began to increase in number under the leadership of the king, and after capturing and making more and more armor themselves, they began to defeat the Jin army.

It's just that the one in front of me has turned to fight thousands of miles to destroy the existence of the 600,000 army of the Jin Kingdom within ten days, and it can still turn to fight freely on the battlefield for thousands of miles.

Que Mu's knife cut down the war horse of a Yan cavalryman, and then, beheaded the Yan soldier who fell, and the blood of the Yan people splashed on Que Mu's face, but he didn't have the slightest pleasure.

Raise your head,

Looking at everything around him with some blankness, how did he lose so quickly.

Yes, how did it lose so quickly.

This is the question in the hearts of many wild people, they are obviously fighting hard, and the blood in their hearts is still burning, but they can't stop this rout.

There were many savages among them, not trying to escape, nor wanting to retreat, but after being in the middle of this battle situation that made him unable to breathe, like a drowning man, he almost instinctively wanted to break free and take a breath of fresh air.

disperse first,

And then

What is inevitable is defeat,

The balance of victory and defeat has been completely tilted, and this kind of despair has permeated every living savage.

Onda's left arm has been cut off, but he is still fighting, he can feel that the comrades around him are beginning to become fewer and fewer, and the situation is getting worse and worse.

In the blink of an eye,

Onda saw the gilded golden figure,

He gritted his teeth and instigated the already exhausted war horse under his crotch to rush towards the figure.

It's to kill that person,

Or are you begging that person to kill you?

Onda himself does not know.

Just now, before the war, he said to Que Mu that if he can, it's best not to fight;

The result at this time has proved his prediction, the Yan Army Iron Cavalry is still so powerful, but Onda has no joy in his heart that the prediction is correct, only full of bitterness.

He didn't rush to Tian Wujing's side,

Tian Wujing has already closed the knife,

He looked at everything around him calmly, like an artist, admiring the oil painting he had just completed.

"Bang!"

A figure flew in and knocked Onda off his horse.

Onda's knife was also opened,

But in an instant, he pulled out a dagger from his bosom.

Right now, all he thinks about is that if he dies, he must die enough.

However, a stone flew out of the chest of the Yan Army armorer who had fallen on him, directly hitting his wrist, and the dagger fell.

The Yan soldier raised his sword in both hands,

In a very ceremonial posture,

The knife was driven directly into Onda's chest.

At such a close distance, even if Onda was wearing armor, it was almost useless.

"Poof!"

Onda's body trembled,

Yan Jing's eyes widened, and the blood from the corners of his mouth kept flowing out.

He didn't look at what this Yan man who killed him looked like,

His gaze wandered around,

All the way to,

He saw the black dragon flag, the flag, still fluttering.

They were followers under this banner, they were students under this banner,

But what is desperate is that

When the student came back and was just about to achieve his own results, the teacher suddenly came and wanted to bury the former student completely.

The look in Onda's eyes began to slowly dim, and in the end, it completely lost its luster.

Zheng Fan gasped for breath,

Coming down from Onda,

Then

He didn't forget to turn his head to look at Jingnanhou, who was not far from him,

And the Marquis of Jingnan,

Looking at the scenery.

(End of chapter)