Chapter 121: Let Me Go Among the Hosts

The West River Valley was the point of siege of Mehes this time, and 300,000 elite soldiers, under the leadership of the generalissimo Mehris Sword Saint Chernov, lay in ambush on the high mountains on both sides of the valley, waiting for the stupid Hulan people to get into their carefully arranged trap.

At the same time, Qin Feng and the other soldiers of the pioneer battalion who were used as cannon fodder, under the leadership of the battalion commander, also came to the Xihe Plain, the predetermined location.

In the era of cold weapons, the battlefield of the plain has always been the world of cavalry, the flat terrain is convenient for cavalry to charge and detour, and the combat power of an ordinary cavalry is equivalent to five to six infantry.

But now, when the 5,000 infantry of the pioneer battalion, who were barely wearing any protective gear and holding rusty weapons in their hands, stood in front of the 100,000 Hulan Iron Cavalry who were lined up in a neat line, and were facing the solemn momentum that was pressed by the "force" of the 100,000 Hulan Iron Cavalry, they all couldn't help but let out a shocking tremor from the bottom of their hearts.

Only the strong man standing at the front of the team, dressed in black, nearly two meters tall, carrying a six-foot long knife on his back, with long rotten gold hair draped casually over his shoulders, wrapped his face around his face, and his appearance was as if he was staring at a dead thing, staring at the 100,000 Hulan iron horsemen in front of him.

As the commander of the Left Route Army of the Hulan Southern Expedition, Colbert Maimat, the king of Hulan Zuoxian, looked at the 5,000 pioneer battalion soldiers in front of him and couldn't help but wonder for a while, could it be that they hadn't come to plunder for a few years, and the people of Mehes had become so poor?

However, the only thing that King Zuo Xian felt a little unbelievable was that the soldier in front of him, who was nearly two meters tall and carrying a blood-red "colored" long knife, actually faced our well-armored 100,000 iron cavalry without even blinking his eyes?

Zuo Xianwang Colbert Maimaiti took the reins of the BMW and shouted loudly to the 100,000 Hulan iron horsemen behind him:

"We, the warriors of Hulan. In front of us are nothing more than the Mehs, who have no fighting power, and if we kill them, then we can go and enjoy their delicious food, play with their beautiful women, and get their gold!

"Kill them all!"

"Use their blood to pour out the glory of our Hulan!"

"Hurry up and slaughter them, and you can enjoy their watery and watery girls!"

......

"All the soldiers listen to the order, kill!" Zuoxian King Colbert grabbed the belly of the horse sitting on the horse, and immediately killed the five thousand pioneer battalion soldiers of Mehs.

"Kill!" The 100,000 Hulan Iron Horsemen who followed King Zuo Xian seemed to have taken stimulants. Staring at the reddened eyes, he urged the mounted mount to rush forward, for fear of falling behind others.

The huge sound of the 100,000 iron horsemen charging seemed to collapse the earth, and the distance of half a mile was almost instantaneously crossed by them, and the "exposed" nose hairs of the Hulan iron horsemen in front of them seemed to be clearly visible.

Finally, the soldiers of a pioneer battalion could not withstand the tremendous pressure of this cavalry charge. "Ah~" shouted, and ran back.

His run drove the soldiers of the pioneer battalion around him who were already afraid, so as soon as the dozens of soldiers ran, the morale of the Mehrs pioneer battalion, which had already had zero morale, was directly reduced to negative at this moment.

Qin Feng, who was standing at the front, had a sneer on his lips. Isn't the flight of the infantry in front of the cavalry looking for death?

Raising the tiger spirit on his shoulder, Qin Feng playfully flicked the blood-red blade and said, "Big insect, let's kill it, are you ready?"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill, kid, kill them all, kill them all, I can get out, kill them quickly, oh, I smell the fragrance of their souls, and suddenly ......" An almost crazy spiritual fluctuation spread from the body of the Tiger Spirit Sword to Qin Feng's brain.

"Ah~~~" Qin Feng jumped into the air violently. The tiger spirit in his hand slashed down violently, like a thunderclap, and a blood-red "color" knife as high as Zhang Xu "shot" out from the body of the tiger spirit, and then turned into a monster with two horns, red eyes and blood, ten hands and ten feet, roaring and rushing towards the Hulan Iron Horse.

King Zuo Xian, who was originally rushing frantically, looked at the blood-red "colored" monster in front of him, and slammed the reins. The BMW sat down and stood alone. stopped the trend of rushing forward, but the group of Hulan iron horsemen behind him who followed the charge were not so good. Seeing the blood-red 'colored' monster that suddenly appeared in front of them, they also wanted to stop, but their mount obviously couldn't compare with King Zuo Xian, and they still rushed forward dozens of steps, and these dozens of steps would kill them.

I saw that the blood-red 'colored' monster passed through the hundreds of Hulan cavalry who rushed forward as quickly as the wind, and finally disappeared into the air, and the hundreds of Hulan iron cavalry he passed through, including their mounts, seemed to be sucked dry, leaving only a pile of scattered Sensen white bones.

Ancient Chinese martial arts - Moluo Soul Splitting Slash.

There was once a saying in the world: Moluo splits the soul, and the bones are gone.

"Wow, what a fresh soul, hundreds of them at once, cool, the kid will continue to kill, kill, hurry up, I will give the tiger master a meal in a few days! I will eat them first, and they will ...... first" There was a mental fluctuation in the tiger's spirit.

A helpless smile appeared on Qin Feng's face, but then his face turned whole, and the long knife in his hand headed towards the Hulan Iron Cavalry in front of him.

Different from the excitement of the tiger spirit at this time, the cavalry of the Hulan Iron Cavalry were full of fear of the two-meter-tall blonde man in front of them at the moment, they were not afraid of death, the men of Hulan were the least afraid of death, but for the unexplained picture that appeared just now, they were still instinctively afraid, and hundreds of sturdy and good men turned into white bones in the blink of an eye, which was beyond the scope of their understanding.

Seeing that the Hulan cavalry around him were "exposed" with fear, Colbert couldn't help but be secretly anxious, if the 100,000 army he led was blocked by a mere Mehrs soldier, then he would be enough to "go down in history".

King Zuo Xian pulled the reins and shouted at the Hulan cavalry who did not dare to step forward on the left and right:

"My good men of Hulan, are our 100,000 iron cavalry blocked by a Mehris infantry in front? What about our glory? What about our courage? Brothers, for the honor of our Hulan clan, crush the Mehris people in front of us who killed our compatriots and trampled on our dignity into meat sauce, and kill them together~~"

The people of the Hulan tribe are all bloody, their clan is known for their fierceness and bravery, and they regard honor as more important than life, at this moment, when they heard the words of King Zuo Xian, as if they were stimulated, they all stared at Qin Feng who attacked them with red eyes, and for the honor of the Hulan clan, they faded away the fear in their hearts, and rushed towards Qin Feng with King Zuoxian's order.

"Kill~~"

"For the honor of Hulan, kill~~"

When he landed, the 100,000 Hulan Iron Horsemen, who had been stagnant, seemed to have added enough breath to kill Qin Feng, no longer having the slightest fear.

Qin Feng glanced behind him, and took advantage of the time he had just blocked the Hulan Iron Cavalry, the five thousand soldiers in the vanguard battalion actually ran back, and none of them stepped forward to help, when it came to their life and death, their own lives were the most important, who cared who helped them block the enemy.

Qin Feng had a sneer in his heart, and there was a trace of sadness, what he could help had already been helped, and they were looking for their own death, it was their own business.

The tiger spirit in his hand easily took the head of a Hulan warrior, and let the blood splash on his body, enjoying the pleasure from the tiger spirit knife, Qin Feng had an indescribable comfort.

"Roar~~" Qin Feng shouted excitedly, stepped forward, and the blood-red "colored" tiger spirit in his hand calmly swept past the Hulan Iron Rider who rushed forward with a hint of cheerful blood-devouring sound.

"When~~When~~" Several Hulan warriors who took advantage of Qin Feng's killing of the two Hulan cavalrymen before they had time to put away their swords and slash at Qin Feng Before they had time to cheer, their smiles froze on their faces, and they only felt as if they had slashed on a hard steel plate, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife burst open violently.

A sneer flashed in the corner of Qin Feng's eyes, if the Chaos Demon Body Technique of the Ancient Wu Clan's Zhen Clan during the Chinese Flood Period was broken by this mortal iron, then the sun would have risen from the west.

After Qin Feng absorbed the eight-layer Chaos Demon Body Technique that Chi You had left in the Tiger Spirit Knife Body, the Chaos Demon Body Technique had been cultivated to its fullest at this moment, and it could be said that there was no weapon on the continent that could break through his body.

Qin Feng roared, his blonde hair fluttered wantonly against the wind, he was like an invincible brave man on the battlefield, dancing the blood-red long knife like a scepter in his hand, crisscrossing the battlefield, letting the scimitars of the Hulan warriors slash at him at will, but no one could resist his killing.

King Zuo Xian trembled and looked at Qin Feng, who was covered in blood in front of him and wantonly slaughtered the Hulan warriors, and said in a silent low voice: "Devil...... The Devil ......"

The general next to Zuo Xianwang also asked Zuo Xianwang in the same trembling voice, "Xianwang, ...... What should we do, should we just let him slaughter our warriors?"

King Zuo Xian deserved to be a veteran of the battle, he rested for a while, calmed down, and looked at Qin Feng, who was still wantonly slaughtering the warriors of the Hulan tribe, and ordered:

"Order, five thousand death squads will come forward to entangle him, and the rest of the warriors will follow me to hunt down Mehes's deserters!"

"Yes, King Xian!"

The Hulan Iron Cavalry, who had received the order, quickly separated five thousand lifeless cavalry from the ranks and surrounded Qin Feng, while the rest followed Zuoxian King Colbert Mamat in the direction of the defeat of the vanguard camp.

"Wow...... It's so dead...... I like it...... Boy, kill, kill them all......" The Tiger Spirit blade sent out a trace of excited spiritual energy towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was silent, stepped forward with his sword, and jumped into the air with a fierce leap.