Tokuko did not participate in the battle, he was riding on a war horse, standing on the hillside and directing the battle, which was an excellent position to have a bird's-eye view of the whole situation.

The tribal soldiers of Wei Jiaji were very brave, even to the point of not being afraid of death, but this was a soldier who had been traveling for two days and one night overnight, and they were not only exhausted, but they had not even eaten a full meal, and their combat bravery could not make up for the huge consumption of physical strength.

The huge battlefield is like a meat grinder, although the soldiers in Nancheng are not as brave as the soldiers of the Wei Jiaji tribe, but their physical strength is at the peak, coupled with the absolute superiority in numbers, the balance of victory is tilting towards their side, almost every soldier believes that victory is theirs after all, and it is the soldiers who firmly believe that victory belongs to them, and in the face of those soldiers of Wei Jiaji who are not afraid of death, they still have not retreated.

The casualties of the soldiers of the Weijiaji tribe skyrocketed, and they lined up in a dense formation to resist stubbornly, but the morale of the soldiers on the other side was also very strong, and the commanders on both sides were using their lives to consume the opponent's forces, and in this attrition, the Weijiaji soldiers who were inferior in numbers significantly exceeded the soldiers of the Nancheng Military Region, and the huge defensive formation was getting smaller and smaller like peeling an onion......

……

Tokuko has a stern face, his stiff cheeks are well-defined, giving a reliable steadyness, his strong and powerful right hand, holding a sharp long knife, and behind him, hundreds of cavalry, this cavalry will lead the tribesmen to break through at a critical moment.

It has reached a critical moment, the army of 17,000 men has lost a third by this time, and if it drags on, it will only be annihilated......

Tokuko was very conflicted, he knew that as long as he swung his horse down, the entire defensive formation would collapse, and the soldiers would definitely follow and charge, and when the time came, there would be more casualties, and there would probably be very few people who could escape alive.

Undoubtedly, this is a difficult decision, staying will only be a dead end, and running away is tantamount to abandoning many brothers......

"General De, there are rescuers! You see. Suddenly, a soldier beside Tokuko shouted excitedly.

"Help!"

Dezi's spirit was suddenly lifted, and he followed the soldier's gaze into the distance, only to see that in the morning light, a small dot expanded sharply, and from the dust raised behind the little dot, it could be judged that it was a man on horseback.

It's close!

It's getting closer!

Under the blood-red sunlight, Dezi Xi felt that the man was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, but he was sure that it was someone from Wei Jiaji, because the man was wearing a robe, not a heavy armor.

It is impossible for the cavalry coming out of the southern city not to wear armor.

Who will he be?

Dezi couldn't help frowning, the other party was just one, and among these thousands of troops, the strength of the individual was almost negligible.

The next scene made Dezi gasp, and the young man who was alone actually waved his right arm, swept out a very short scimitar, and rushed straight into the surging army.

Not only did Dezi gasp, but all the people around him were stunned.

Isn't this suicide?

This is suicide!

A person rushed into the rear of the enemy without any reinforcements, which was tantamount to death, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of Dezi's mouth......

Really!

The horse carrying the young man rushed into the dense infantry and fell in less than two minutes, and the tide of soldiers immediately drowned the young man......

"General De ......"

Tokuko made a silent movement, a pair of deep eyes stared at the place where the war horse fell, he saw a slender figure break through the dense crowd, rising from the ground, a snowy scimitar rolled in the air, splitting out dazzling lights, with the lightning like the light flickering, the slender young man next to the soldiers fell one after another, like a storm wind sweeping through a wheat field......

……

Liu Fei knew that the opportunity was fleeting.

One of the two sides of the fierce battle must be the tribal soldiers of Wei Jiaji, and it can be analyzed from the fact that the soldiers of Nancheng went out of the city to fight, and the Nancheng Military Region should have the absolute upper hand, otherwise, they would not have ventured out of the city.

Now, Liu Fei has only one thought, he must not let the soldiers of Nancheng return to the city, let alone let them return with a great victory after strangling the soldiers of the Wei Jiaji tribe, which will greatly boost the morale of the soldiers of Nancheng.

Wei San's infantry had been trekking for several days and nights, and if they rushed to the battlefield to fight, it would inevitably cause massive casualties.

The only option was to lead Wei Xiong's two hundred elite cavalry to help, and let the leader of the Wei Jiaji tribe soldiers who were interspersed here know that their reinforcements had arrived, and let them hold their positions!

When Liu Fei urged the horse to rush to the battlefield, he was immediately shocked by the magnificent and grand scene, and a fierce battle spirit surged in his heart, this is the real battlefield of the hot-blooded man, the first time he saw the cold weapon battlefield like the ancients, the grand scene ignited the deep ambition of conquest in Liu Fei's body in an instant.

Liu Fei may not know that in his bones, in his flowing blood, there is a strong desire to conquer, and it is also that desire to conquer that challenges those strange beasts in the windy prairie......

The cold light reflected by the dense guns and knives of the soldiers in Nancheng made Liu Fei's blood boil suddenly, and the burning battle intent replaced the previous reason and calmness, and he couldn't help but roar, Yuehua slashed in the air, made a whistling sound, exerted his legs, and the war horse under his crotch rushed straight towards the dense infantry battle array!

At this time, Liu Fei had already entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

He didn't know that Wei Xiong had been left far behind, let alone that he was alone in the midst of thousands of troops, in his eyes, there was only the bloody battlefield that made people rush blood.

The war horse was exhausted when he ran four kilometers in a row, and was urged by Liu Fei into the thousands of troops, the crowd formed a huge resistance, the war horse rushed in, and immediately became powerless, and the regiment was spinning in one place, Liu Fei simply gave up the war horse, lifted the scimitar Yuehua and jumped into the dense crowd.

Thick shield!

The soldiers of Nancheng are all professional soldiers, they usually receive harsh military training, and they have extremely rich combat experience, and they have their own set of methods to deal with fierce generals like Liu Fei, who are invincible, and they quickly organized hundreds of sword and shield hands to form a thick circle to trap Liu Fei.

Seeing the defensive wall formed by the dense thick shield pressed up, Liu Fei, who was surging with blood, ran a bracket arc, his thinking suddenly became calm, a turn of direction, got rid of the chasing soldiers behind, and suddenly swung away Yuehua, a knife slashed at the shield wall, this knife, and then the momentum of Liu Fei's body, how powerful the power was, the shield wall made an earth-shattering loud sound and collapsed, between this lightning and stone fire, Liu Fei broke into the gap, Yuehua kept cutting in the dense crowd gap, and the circle immediately collapsed... …

Liu Fei, who was completely forgetful, soon entered the realm of vomiting, in his eyes, there were no individual soldiers, he only saw the throat, heart, and major arteries......

Liu Fei's movements became more and more coherent and skillful, and the moonlight flew in the morning light, like a butterfly dancing in the cold light, which was a kind of aesthetic killing.

The whole battlefield seemed to suddenly become quiet, just like Liu Fei performing alone on the stage.

Dezi and a group of soldiers on the hillside watched fascinated, the slender figure seemed to contain endless power, coming and going freely in the sea of people, and in the rhythm full of dynamics, one by one the soldiers fell.

The scimitar, as if it had spirituality, was as bright as snow from beginning to end, like a ghost of the grassland, harvesting life.

What terrified the soldiers of Nancheng the most was that the lightning-like efficiency and precision of the scimitar sent chills down people's spines......

The Art of Killing!

Liu Fei was completely intoxicated by the art of killing described by Cassel, Yuehua had become one with him, and he could feel the pleasure of the moment when Yuehua's sharp blade cut off the trachea.

Every knife, without any excess power.

Every knife is as precise as a surgical operation.

With every slash, a life disappears.

……

Liu Fei's body is also constantly changing, sometimes like a ghost flickering, sometimes like a cheetah turning flexibly, as if dancing rhythmically with heavy metal music.

Liu Fei kept waving his right arm, the shocking blood swayed in the air under the blood-red sun, and the place he passed was like a road to death, the eyes of the distorted corpse were filled with fear, and in the midst of that mental agitation, the sprayed blood stained the grass red......

Mars!

Mars!

Could this be the legendary god of war!

Fear spread like a plague among the soldiers, and the neatly arranged formations began to waver, and the soldiers let out frightened noises as they dodged the shiny scimitar.

Looking at the slender back like a killing machine invincible among the enemy army, the soldiers standing on the hillside were all shocked, and their backs were cold, even if they were brave and virtuous, they were suppressed by the surging killing aura and did not dare to come out.

Finally, Tokuko saw the face.

It's Liu Fei!

"Liu Fei!"

"Liu Fei!"

"Liu Fei!"

……

A soldier shouted, followed by thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, shouting into the sky, earth-shattering, at the same time, the cavalry of two hundred led by Wei Xiong shot like a sharp arrow into the collapsed battle formation, and the infantry let out a heart-rending scream, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"Kill!"

Seeing the cavalry rushing into the enemy formation, Dezi suddenly came to his senses, waved his long arm, roared, and charged down the hillside first, and the soldiers with high morale were boiling one by one, like a fierce tiger pounced on the flock, and rushed up to kill the prey with the smoke and dust raised by the cavalry......