As the chariot broke, Zhou Yu no longer paid attention, and the long sword in his hand flipped over, his face was always unfazed, and he stabbed directly towards the enemy soldiers fleeing in all directions below.

A famous warrior Zhou soldier in the rear was murderous, with a calm face, and marched forward in a neat military formation, encircling and suppressing the demon sea soldier who had fled in defeat.

When Zhang Han was involved, the Demon Sea Soldier was out of proportion, and when Zhang Han died and Li Long was missing, the Demon Sea Soldier instantly became a pool of scattered sand, and he could not form an army, only to escape.

Although their personal cultivation is higher than that of Wu Zhou's soldiers, their temperament is far inferior to that of Wu Zhou's soldiers, and the main general's death directly has no will to fight, not to mention their morale, and they can't see any of their command at all.

In just one hour, on the entire river bank, the demon sea soldiers who were in the encirclement could no longer see the demon sea soldiers standing, and as far as the eye could see, there were Wu Zhou soldiers with red eyes everywhere, and their faces were full of fanaticism and joy.

For them, this war is a battle achievement everywhere. Especially the soldiers who have gone through several battles, quite a few of them have already risen to the rank of a glorious corporal of the sixth rank.

Not to mention the monthly military salary, it is easy to feed a family by relying on the reward of war exploits alone.

"Chase, can't let one go!"

Zhou Yu's bones were piled up at his feet, and blood gathered in low-lying places, like a pond. He flew up from a corpse, stepped on the air, and looked coldly in the direction of the rout, where there were still 70,000 rout troops left the battlefield.

"Your Majesty has said that it must be annihilated, and no one must be spared. Zhou Yu muttered to himself, the long sword in his hand shook, the sword light was dazzling, and he smashed the last chariot, his face was calm.

In an hour's time, more than 100,000 rout troops were encircled and slaughtered, while those fleeing rout troops were always restrained by the pursuing Wu Zhou soldiers.

On the plain of these two hundred miles, Zhou Yu was able to see all the movements at a glance.

"Full speed ahead, chase down the thieves!"

The long sword in his hand, the snow was translucent, Zhou Yu's face remained unchanged, and he said coldly.

The front of the Ten Thousand Army Array went first, like a guiding light, volleying in the air, hundreds of thousands of soldiers below were full of fanaticism, covered in blood, like evil ghosts returning from hell, they looked at the direction of Zhou Yu's flight, and quickly followed on the ground.

The army ran fast, still maintaining a complete military formation, like a huge humanoid chariot, shaking the ground and rumbling.

"Quick!"

On the fleeing chariot ahead, a high-ranking general stood in front and shouted a shout, the look of horror in his eyes never faded.

Behind him, thousands of Wu Zhou soldiers were still chasing, and people from their own side were constantly caught up and killed in the rear, and the corpses were scattered and lined up in a conspicuous vertical line.

Their faces were full of horror and despair, and there was a pool of blood under them, and their eyes were staring at the front, and there was still a glimmer of hope in their dilated pupils.

"What are you panicking about!"

The general was furious, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, watching the thousands of Wuzhou soldiers chasing and killing frantically, while the more than 70,000 people on his side were like lost dogs, panicked and frightened.

Boom!

The monstrous anger rose from the bottom of his heart in an instant, he really had never experienced such a rout, but as a partial general, he couldn't tolerate his subordinates being reduced to such a state.

"Stop! Stop! Stop, stop it all!"

He was furious and shouted. At this moment, he was not frightened, only boundless anger remained.

70,000 people!

An army of 70,000 men!

Being chased by a few thousand enemy soldiers for dozens of miles is simply a fantasy!

Humiliation! Endless humiliation!

Looking at the wolf-like enemy soldiers behind him, he took a deep breath and forcibly stopped the army's continued flight.

"General Wu, what do you mean!"

The soldier at the back of the chariot asked loudly as he looked at the chariot that had suddenly stopped, frightened in his heart.

"What do you mean? You still have a face? Look behind you!"

General Wu Kang and Wu Bi scolded coldly: "There are only a few thousand soldiers, but we are chasing more than 70,000 people, chasing and killing dozens of miles, you still have the face to ask me what I mean!"

Wu Kang's face was ugly, he wanted to fight back, he wanted to kill all the enemy soldiers who were chasing and killing, so as to wash away his humiliation.

If he let the rulers of the Demon Sea Force know, then it will be a dead end for him to go back, since he is dead horizontally and vertically, then why not choose to kill this group of daring thieves, and maybe he will not be punished when he goes back.

"Let me go and kill them!"

Wu Kang roared, jumped off the chariot suddenly, rushed towards the chasing Wu Zhou soldier, and threw a punch, and the fierce fist instantly hit the chest of a Wu Zhou soldier, knocking the latter several meters away.

His face was full of anger, as a partial general, he also had a martial arts realm of cultivation, and he was also famous in the Demon Sea Army, but now he fled all the way with a disgraced face, and it was only after this punch that he found a little bit of the old scenery.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill me with me!"

Wu Kang looked at the soldiers around him who were stunned in place, and he was angry and scolded loudly.

"Kill!"

The soldiers who reacted began to turn their bodies one by one and killed the Wu Zhou soldiers in the rear.

Whoa!

However, just as they were preparing to counterattack, a dense rain of arrows came, and before the Demon Sea Soldiers could react, on the plain less than two miles away from them, the black army fired a volley of arrows.

The rain of arrows made of black iron was black and shiny, fierce and fierce, piercing the sky, shooting directly through the demon sea soldiers and nailing them to the dirt.

"Not good!"

"Ahh

"Run!"

"Help!"

"Ahh

The screams, panic, and despair immediately resounded in the Demon Sea army, and the soldiers who were killed by the rain of arrows let out the most desperate cries.

Wu Kang was stunned, why did he stop, why did he counterattack, why did he stop for the sake of his own face!

Confused, self-blaming, painful, all kinds of emotions are intertwined in his heart, he doesn't even want to resist, he is very tired, he even expects the rain of arrows to penetrate his body, so that maybe he can reduce the guilt in his heart a little.

The Wuzhou army stretching for hundreds of meters in the rear, hunting with flags, the pace under their feet is the same, and the smoke and dust are filled along the way, and the momentum is huge.

"General Wu, run!"

Wu Kang had soldiers beside him hurriedly dragging his clothes and moving to the chariot, and the moment they saw Wu Zhou's army, they lost all their fighting spirit and just wanted to continue to escape.

However, this was doomed to be in vain, because above the sky, a brilliant sword light appeared in the air, and slashed directly at the only chariot carrying hope.

In an instant, all the demon sea soldiers were stunned, and the chariot broke in two.

Panic, fear, despair, three emotions are intertwined in everyone's heart, and everyone knows that death is at hand.