Around, the abrupt elite light cavalry that was cut off and the more than thirty elites of the peak of the Northern Tang Army who had cut them apart were fighting bloodily.

The flowing rain mixed with the blood, and it became a river of blood.

Facing this terrifying combat power of more than thirty people, the abrupt elite light rider began to feel fear.

This fear is subtle, and they don't want to break and flee, because the gap between the two sides is there, and the doomed defeat of the Northern Tang is there. That kind of fear is more like a shock, a shock to the opponent's will to fight, as well as momentum and lethality.

The senior generals and guards of the Northern Tang Dynasty were like small trees with tenacious vitality growing on boulders, and with the weakness they looked at, they broke everything in front of them alive and branched off.

They are separated when they fight, but they have an amazing group power.

The wielding of the spear was like cutting rice, and the bloody wind was blowing.

The mist between heaven and earth gradually took on a faint hint of red.

The tight abrupt cavalry formation was crushed, and the thirty or so spears then converged and then separated.

The haze of the sky did not fade in the slightest, from far away, all the way to here.

One of the generals fell, his spear still stuck in the chest of an abrupt man, his face showing no regret, only satisfaction.

"For the ...... of Datang"

He said softly, then closed his eyes.

He died, and the surging crowd flooded the place where no one had been able to get close.

The rest are still in front of each other.

When Guan Kuo saw the Northern Tang Dynasty flag looming in the hazy autumn rain, rising and falling in the turbulent abrupt army, he instantly understood everything.

General Zhenwei personally fought bloodily, and this was the last battle of this army.

The autumn rain is cool, into my heart.

He doesn't feel sad, he just feels tragic.

This is General Zhenwei's army, and it is also the army under his control.

He spent more than 100 days and nights here, and after leaving Chang'an, this was already his only place to live.

Today, under the hooves of the abrupt horse, this shelter is beginning to shatter.

The rain soaked his Tang knife, and there were some gaps in the blade, but the edge still couldn't be submerged.

A tragic heroism swelled in his heart.

The luck method on the bamboo slip was running wildly in his body, and his entire body was stretched with pores.

In an atmosphere of despair and depression, his strength is rapidly increasing.

He slashed down with a sword, and the head of a galloping horse parted in both directions, and his blade cut into the throat of the warhorse.

The abrupt cavalry on the horses watched this scene in disbelief what they were seeing.

What kind of knife is this?

Just as he was thinking about this, he fell off his horse, and then, a thin line appeared around his neck, and his head rolled down.

Guan Kuo's figure walked towards the Northern Tang Dynasty flag outside the countless heavy rain curtains.

Guan Kuo didn't know exactly what he was going to do, but he knew that he had to go to the flag, which was some kind of spiritual sustenance for him.

That was when he subconsciously wanted to protect that banner, General Zhenwei fought bloodily, and then he would be in charge.

Countless figures were swaying around, and he didn't know where the useless Lei Tieshan had killed without them, but when he saw that those Northern Tang soldiers who were fighting alone were still resisting and killing the enemy, he felt a little settled in his heart.

The Northern Tang Iron Cavalry still did not give in, and one abrupt person after another was crushed under the Iron Cavalry, and he was not lonely.

He slashed and slashed, the blade gradually dulled, but the blood of the abrupt man in front of him was still flowing.

He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but the autumn rain moistened his eyes, and he saw that the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty was still fluttering, but it was always far away.

It seems that you can't kill the front.

An abrupt wolf turned his gaze to him, looking at the Tang knife he wielded in his hand, unable to suppress his anger.

With a wild roar, the war horse galloped like the wind, shattered countless raindrops, dissipated in the air, and fell into the bloody water.

"Bang!"

The sound of a huge war horse crashing into a person diffused in the damp four fields, and Guan Kuo's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The war horse rushed forward weakly with the force of inertia, sliding far away in the mud, and the wide Tang knife was deeply embedded in the horse's head, and then as the war horse's corpse touched the ground, it bounced up and stuck obliquely on the ground.

The Brut Wolf General clearly didn't expect this to happen, the veins on his forehead twitched, his eyes widened with rage, and he fell heavily from the dead horse, and the wet mud sank in an instant.

"Anything dares to be presumptuous with me!" He pulled out a bolt of lightning from his saber and rushed at him in a rage, the mud falling with the autumn rain, and at the same time scolding in an abrupt voice.

Guan Kuo shook his head to keep himself awake, and then when he looked up, he saw a flash of knife.

His chest rose and fell, the breath in his body flowed, and his whole body felt lighter, leaving an afterimage in place, ignoring the mud on the ground, and rolling to the side of the Tang knife that was obliquely inserted on the ground.

"Poof!"

The saber plunged into the mud and cut in two a dead grass that had long been unrecognizable.

The abrupt wolf turned his head and looked at Guan Kuo viciously, a hint of tyranny flashed in his eyes.

In the short period of time when he lost Tang Dao, although it was only for a moment, Guan Kuo felt a little empty and unsteady in his heart, but now, he has settled down again.

He leaned down, the curtain of wind and rain.

In the wind and rain, pick up the Tang knife.

Behind him, several Northern Tang soldiers were fighting bloodily, helping him block a certain limit of abrupt people, and he could fight against the big guy in front of him with peace of mind.

He didn't know that it was an abrupt wolf general, and he didn't care about the identity of the other party, he just needed to remember: the one on the other side was the enemy, and what he could do was only you die and I live.

After such a brutal battle, no matter how exquisite the Tang knife is, there are already traces everywhere, and there are many gaps in the blade, but the knife is still intact and can still kill the enemy.

Guan Kuo held the knife in both hands, and the raindrops hit his face, hitting the blade of the knife, and a cold light faintly flashed.

His posture was perfect, it was the thing on the bamboo slip, it was the starting hand of his knife technique.

A rough roar seemed to want to break through the sky, and the sudden wolf stomped on it with a huge impact.

Guan Kuo set off.

He faced the wind and rain, faced the abrupt wolf general opposite, stepped on the earth with his feet, and held the sky above his head, without hesitation.

He held the knife with both hands steadily, letting the blood from the wound flow, and the Tang knife quickly pulled out a streamer.