The two teams at the bottom of the hill fought with layers upon layers of corpses.

In the team of the Han people, in addition to Miao Xiaotian thousands of years ago, there is also a young woman with a charming face. Although the young woman's face was filthy and her hair was disheveled, she could still tell that it was a beautiful embryo.

And the woman, like other Han men, wore armor and held a spear in her hand. In the face of fierce cavalry, he was not timid at all, and even showed more courage than those men.

Her spear fluttered in the air, and her marksmanship was like a god, and a single shot stabbed the fierce cavalry off their horses.

"Protect Miss!"

Miao Xiaotian, who was in the team, led everyone and hurriedly protected the woman.

More and more people have died, and there are not many people left on the side of the Han people. It won't be long before it will be wiped out.

Wang Yue and the others took a closer look at the woman, and they were immediately a little stunned. The woman's appearance is somewhat similar to that of this old lady, that is, Lu Li.

It's just that this old lady is too old, and she just vaguely looks a little like it.

"Miss, run quickly, we can still block for a while!"

Miao Xiaotian, who was in the team, yelled at the woman.

The woman was a woman who didn't let her eyebrows go, and still waved her spear to resist the enemy, and she couldn't bear to leave the others and flee by herself.

"No, let's go together!"

She pierced the enemy's body with a single shot, picking the man off his horse. Then he looked back and said to Miao Xiaotian.

Although the remaining Han people were brave, they were no match for the team of a thousand people, and after a while, only seven or eight people were dead.

In the end, only Miao Xiaotian and the woman remained.

The two turned and ran, trying to escape from the encirclement of a thousand people. But how can they outrun these horsemen on two legs? Those people were not in a hurry to kill the two, so they rode behind and chased after them, playing Miao Xiaotian and the woman. After a while, Miao Xiaotian and the woman were covered in bruises, and finally fell to the ground.

Wang Yue and the others stood on the hillside, and they all sweated for Miao Xiaotian and the woman.

Wang Yue even couldn't help it a little and wanted to rush down to help, but was pulled back by Yi Feng.

"What do you want to do?" Yi Feng asked him.

"I ...... I want to go down and save Mr. Miao, I feel like he's about to be killed......" Wang Yue said weakly.

Yi Feng shook his head: "What we see now is the scene of a thousand years ago, and it's not a time travel, you can't stop anything from happening." ”

"It's like a mirage, you can see it, but you can't touch it."

Miao Xiaotian on the side also nodded:

"General Ran Min is right, it won't help if you go."

As he was talking, Miao Xiaotian at the bottom of the hillside was a little miserable, one of his legs was pierced, and the spear pierced his thigh and stuck it directly into the ground.

Miao Xiaotian endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth and roared.

He didn't scream, he was already brave.

The people on horseback didn't know what they were talking about. However, it should be the language of the ethnic minority, and Wang Yue and they don't understand it very well.

But looking at the sneering looks on those people's faces, you knew that they were teasing Miao Xiaotian.

When the woman saw this, she screamed and jumped to her feet. Jumped onto the back of a horse, drew a dagger from his waist, and bled the man on the horse.

When the other people around saw this, they did not save their companions, but started to make a commotion. A group of rough old men surrounded a woman with a lewd smile.

Just as they were about to make their move, a soldier came running from the back of the group in a panic on horseback.

"Report to the general, a group of teams have caught up behind, it seems to be a team of Han people!" The soldier said.

A bearded man at the head asked:

"How many people?"

The soldier said, "Less than three hundred." ”

As soon as these words came out, the others laughed and disagreed.

"Three hundred people dare to catch up, I really don't know whether they are dead or alive."

"There are only 300 people, killing them is like killing chickens, what are you afraid of?"

The soldier looked anxious and hurriedly said:

"General, those three hundred people are very brave, I don't believe you go and see it!"

As he spoke, there was a sudden riot behind the thousand-strong procession. Originally, these few vagrants who were brave and good at fighting suddenly began to scream in panic on a large scale.

I saw that more than 300 teams also riding war horses rushed towards this side at a frantic speed.

In front of the procession, there was a young man in golden armor leading the troops, although the young man was very young, he was holding a three-foot broadsword engraved with a fierce beast rune, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Three hundred people rushed out of the momentum of a million heroes.

"Kill it!"

Seeing this, the generals of the few wanderers shouted loudly and commanded the troops to confront the three hundred men.

The drums of war sounded, and the momentum of the few nomads gradually recovered.

But those 300 people were like a demon god descending into the world. In particular, the young man who led the team, when he rushed on horseback, flew up directly from the horse, like a god.

He rushed into the enemy's ranks, stepping on the shoulders or heads of the enemy as if he were on the ground. In a short time, he rushed from among thousands of troops to the front of the enemy general.

The young man stepped on the head of the war horse, and the three-foot broadsword in his hand was wielded majestically. Before the enemy general could react, he was already in a different place, and blood was splattered three feet.

"Kill me! Destroy this team! ”

The young man kicked the headless corpse of the enemy general, rode on his horse, and yelled at the three hundred.

When he roared, the three hundred men became even more courageous. Rushing into the ranks of three times the number of enemy troops, fighting with them, and not falling behind, one man can defeat three.

Wang Yue and Feng Xiaoyun on the hillside were already stunned, that young man who was blowing up the sky, who was not Yi Feng!

And the three-foot broadsword engraved with the beast rune in his hand, what is it if it is not a magic knife.

The three of them immediately looked at Yi Feng who was standing next to them in shock.

Yi Feng's face was also full of consternation. This kind of consternation is the consternation of memories being opened little by little, and he originally had no memories of what was happening under the hillside. But looking at it at this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he still had a lot of memories, and he was slowly waking up.

And this memory is his memory as Ran Min.

At the bottom of the hill, Miao Xiaotian, who was injured in the thigh, and the woman were overjoyed when they saw this team that suddenly killed.

Because this team of 300 people and the clothes worn by the young man are all Han clothes, they are Han people!

Under the joy, Miao Xiaotian and the woman couldn't help but be shocked, shocked by the team of three hundred people, it was like three hundred tigers. These people are so brave, so brave that it's unbelievable. It seems that these three hundred people are not human beings at all, but all of them are god-like existences.

And that young man is the god of war among the gods of war.

I saw him rush into the encirclement of the enemy army, and one person was more than a dozen people, and he rushed out of the encirclement unscathed. He entered and exited several times, and with each charge, he cut off more than a dozen enemy soldiers' heads.

For a moment, the young woman was stunned. When the Han people suffered, she did not believe that there were gods in this world, and if there were gods, the gods should come to save them.

But now, he believed that there were gods in this world, and that the gods were right in front of her eyes. That young man is the god of heaven, the god who came to save them!

I saw the young man rushing over on a war horse. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled the woman on the horse and sat down in front of him.

As a result of her injuries, the woman lay limply in the young man's arms.

"This is wound medicine, take it!"

After the young man rescued the woman, he took out a medicine bottle from his arms and threw it to Miao Xiaotian.

Then, riding a horse and taking the woman, he once again rushed into the encirclement of the enemy.

Despite the countless enemy troops in front of her, there was no fear on the woman's face. She knew that as long as this young man was there, even if there were a thousand or ten thousand enemy troops, they would not be able to stop the young man's might.

So the young man took the woman and rode into battle, so that the enemy fled in the wilderness.

The young man seemed to hate the few homeless people and did not let them escape. Some of them escaped, and immediately chased after them and cut off their heads.

In the cavalry team of thousands of people, only those ownerless war horses were left and fled. And those enemy troops were killed by these 300 people, and not a single one was left.

And the young man, one person killed at least half of the number.