The Modao array on the grass slope is high with light horses, and the siege and killing process of the Tianyuan elite cavalry is huge, and the shouts of the Tianyuan soldiers are extremely loud, and the Yizi battalion and the Tianyuan army on the front of the grass slope can also be noticed no matter how tragic the fight is.

When the T-shaped battalion finished solving the opponent, occupied the favorable terrain at the highest place, and began to rush down to kill, the soldiers of the B-shaped battalion who were in a desperate situation and fought hard were all in high spirits and ecstasy.

Yang Jiani is also a talented general, naturally proficient in the method of battle formation, she divided the T-shaped battalion into three parts, each with five hundred Mo swordsmen, under the strategy of five hundred light horses, from the left, the middle and the right three directions down the trend.

The other two thousand elite horsemen were divided into half by her, detouring the two wings and surrounding the battlefield, and the other half was carried by herself, as the front, divided into several units to take the lead in the battlefield, and drove straight into the place where there were many Tianyuan soldiers.

Nearly 5,000 soldiers of the T-shaped battalion are like tigers descending the mountain, like wolves hunting, like snowy landslides, the momentum is amazing!

The officers and soldiers of the Tianyuan Army, when they heard the screams of their comrades in Shanbao before, they couldn't help but be frightened, and when they saw their comrades being cut down, they were even more frightened.

"All the soldiers listen to the order: fight to the death with Hu Lu!"

Zhao Ning's lance swept and cut off the head and neck of a Tian Yuan cultivator in front of him, and in the sprayed blood mist, he held the reins in one hand and raised the horse lance in the other hand to lead forward, letting out a loud shout at the bullfight!

"Fight to the death!"

Far and near, in the fierce battles of large and small battle groups, bloody battles, finally saw the hope of the Zhao family's disciples, immediately raised troops to echo, everyone was red, forehead bruises, like a demon.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the B-word battalion, who have already paid a huge price, have great courage and morale, and they all roar!

Many of them were on the verge of exhaustion, and many of them were on the verge of collapse, but at this moment, they saw the hope of victory, and their tired bodies had given birth to a lot of strength in their lives, and the armor that had been heavy had become much lighter at this time.

"Kill!"

Ten people, hundreds, thousands of people, all of a sudden, shouting and killing all over the grassy slope battlefield, converging into an earth-shattering tide, as if to overturn the sky!

If you haven't experienced the deepest despair, you don't know the preciousness of hope, and you haven't experienced the worst death crisis, you don't know how thankful it is to be alive.

So, the soldier with trembling legs stabilized his figure, the weak soldier clenched his blade, and the soldier who rushed forward to kill helped his comrades, and the soldier who was cut opened his bloody mouth and roared, and threw down the enemy in front of him.

The soldiers of the B-word Battalion, who were originally at a disadvantage and were inferior in battle, no longer cared how many enemies there were in front of them, and the opponent's spear was no longer as deadly and terrifying in their eyes.

They have only one idea now.

Forward, forward! Kill, kill!

The Tianyuan soldiers, who had previously felt that they were in control of victory and fought bravely, suddenly found that in their eyes, they were no different from the fish on the chopping board and the lambs to be slaughtered, and the terrified Yanmen army suddenly became hideous, full of fierce light, and they continued to kill them one after another, all of which were trembling in their hearts.

They realized that the roles of the hunter and the prey had changed in an instant!

Now it was their turn to fall into the mire, to fall into the abyss, to struggle.

As the elite of the Tianyuan Royal Court, although they were frightened, they were not in a mess, and under the orders of their respective ten-commanders, centurions, and thousand-commanders, they still fought tenaciously and fought endlessly.

However, the matter has come to this point, and it is not just by being able to fight and dare to fight can solve the problem.

When the T-shaped battalion behind them rushed to kill, they immediately fell into the predicament of being attacked by the enemy on their backs, although the grassy slope battlefield was not far from the mountain bag, and the cavalry momentum of the T-shaped battalion was limited, but the offensive was solid.

Under Yang Jiani's arrangement, the elite cavalry of the T-shaped battalion that rushed first attacked the formation of the Tianyuan army and divided their crowd, and on the other hand, they responded to the soldiers of the B-shaped battalion with bows and arrows on the periphery, making the Tianyuan army cry bitterly.

When the Mo Dao Array entered the battlefield, the soldiers of the Tianyuan Army who died bravely and lightly immediately realized what it means to be powerless. The armor soldier took two steps, and the Mo knife spun around and slashed, that is, the people and horses were torn apart, and they died one after another!

The white-bladed frost flies, the red blood star flows, the Mo knife array advances like a wall, and the people who stand in the way are all shattered, and all the Tian Yuan troops realize in horror that this is not a battle, but a slaughter!

With the cooperation of the elite cavalry of the Yanmen Army, the soldiers of the Tianyuan Army who were harvested by the Mo Dao Array soon dared to crack like their comrades on the mountain bag.

Yang Jiani led the team to rush down from top to bottom, piercing the Tianyuan Army battle groups one by one like an awl, and Zhao Ning led a team of Zhao elites to gallop horizontally on the grassy slope, cleaning up the enemy in front of him like a comb.

Wherever there are masters, they will go, and where the Tianyuan army is strong, they will go.

"Condor shooting" sounded from time to time, relying on the extraordinary archery skills honed in the ten years of national warfare in his previous life, Zhao Ning had no false examples.

As soon as the string sounded, a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Shen Realm who was fighting fell down from the war horse, and the string rang three times, and an unintentional general in the middle of the Yuan Shen Realm was taken out by the arrow and died in mid-air.

As for the cultivators of the Imperial Qi Realm, the "Condor Shooting" is their god of death, and they often can't even see the slightest starlight of the blue arrow, so they fall down the horse in a daze.

One by one, they have not been impacted by the Modao array, they have not been surrounded and killed by the Yanmen army, the battle momentum is still fierce, and the Tianyuan army battle group that is inseparable from the Yanmen army, the masters and strong men disappeared behind the horses in the formation, on the one hand, the combat power has been greatly reduced, on the other hand, the morale is floating, and they can no longer compete with the red-eyed Yanmen army.

In this process, there were constantly bright and dark arrows flying towards Zhao Ning everywhere.

Some shot in the air, some shot, some were bounced off by the armor, and some were inserted in the armor leaf, after Zhao Ning rushed back and forth to kill a few times, there were so many arrows on his body that he couldn't count them for a while.

On two occasions, because the person who released the arrow was good at cultivation and the impact of the arrow was strong, his body was hit by the arrow and was unstable, and he almost fell off the horse, but fortunately, there was a Zhao cultivator by his side to protect him, and he helped him hold his figure in time.

As the battle continued, Zhao Ning, who was constantly shot, was shot with arrows all over his armor, making him look like a giant hedgehog.

But his movements were not affected much, he could still draw a bow and shoot arrows, and he could still wield a lance.

Those cultivators of the Tian Yuan Army who saw that he was covered in arrows and thought that he was seriously injured and that they could take advantage of it, so they rushed over regardless of life and death, and they all hated him on the spot under his horse lance!

In addition to changing a few war horses, Zhao Ning fought endlessly.

His first-rank runic armor has extraordinary defense, and is able to ignore ordinary rune bows. A fierce general who has been shot into a hedgehog and can still keep fighting is not uncommon on the battlefield, and he is not the only one.

It's not the same thing as an arrow getting stuck in a carapace or an arrow burrowing through the flesh, or an arrow piercing through the body.

And the reason why Zhao Ning can be like a nobody, and even the sharp arrows shot in the early and even middle stages of the Yuan Shen Realm can be ignored, not all because of the first-grade rune armor on his body, as well as the "Ten Thousand Silk Armor" that exists as an inner armor.

It was brought to him by Zhao Xuanji in Zhao Qiyue, and the value level is equivalent to that of "Condor Shooting"!

Wan Sijia is the biggest reliance that Zhao Ning can rely on to kill recklessly.

Under the circumstance that Zhao Ning and Yang Jiani each led the elite and cooperated with the elite cavalry to constantly comb the battlefield, the idea of the Tianyuan Army's large and small battle groups wanting to get closer to each other, converge, concentrate on counterattacking and breaking through has become a dream bubble.

As the Mo Dao Array harvested a group of Tian Yuan troops and then moved to the next battle area, more and more soldiers of the B Battalion freed up their hands, on the one hand, to support other elite cavalry, and on the other hand, to trap more enemies for the Mo Dao Array.

The battle on this grassy slope battlefield soon presented a one-sided situation, and the hard support of the Yanmen army finally turned into a siege of the Tianyuan army.

......

Facing the direction of the valley mouth passage again, the Tianyuan Wang Court rushed out of the large cavalry array, Zhao Beiwang reined in the horse, and finally had time to look at the grassy slope battlefield where Zhao Ning was.

In the back and forth just now, even in the thunderous cavalry battle array, he heard the huge noise there, and the bursts of shouts and killings of the bullfighting made his heart shake.

Whether it is the Khitan dialect or the Tianyuan language, the pronunciation of the word "kill" is different from that of Daqi, so this earth-shattering shouting and killing sound can only be issued by the B-shaped camp and the T-shaped camp.

"Could it be that they have made crucial progress and have won the victory?" Zhao Beiwang couldn't help but think hopefully.

But he was afraid that he would turn his head and see the rout of the army, and that the soldiers would only utter their last cry in despair—though it was unlikely.

Moving his gaze to the grassy slope battlefield, Zhao Beiwang couldn't help but feel moved and overjoyed!

I saw that the Yanmen Army on the grassy slope had already attacked the Tianyuan Army on both sides, and the Modao Formation that rushed down from the height was even more invincible, cooperating with Zhao Ning and Yang Jiani to disrupt and divide the Tianyuan Army's battle groups one by one, killing people like mowing grass.

The offensive is in full swing, the battle is in full swing, and the B-shaped battalion and the T-shaped battalion are already in control!

"This kid really did it!" Zhao Beiwang couldn't hold back any longer and laughed loudly. The resentment and pain that had been pressed and beaten by the Tianyuan Army's Wang Tingjing Cavalry before, and the heavy casualties in the parts behind him, were swept away in an instant.

Seeing the situation on the grassy slope battlefield, it was not only Zhao Beiwang, but also the elite cavalry of the Yanmen Army behind him.

Before that, they had fought hard, their morale was low, some were fearful, some were desperate, some were trembling, and some were on the verge of collapse because they were on the verge of collapse.

And now, seeing that the general trend of the Caopo battlefield has been decided, thinking that after the victory of the B-shaped battalion and the T-shaped battalion, they will soon be able to come to support their own side and surround and kill the elite cavalry of the Tianyuan army in front of them, and everyone is overjoyed and excited.

The dead end suddenly opened the door to life, and the desperate situation was about to usher in a turning point, the pressure on his heart was suddenly reduced, and there were countless soldiers who laughed loudly like Zhao Beiwang.

They all knew which battalion was fighting there, and they also knew who the commander of that battalion was, and for a while, all kinds of voices came and went.

"It is worthy of the young marshal, in such an unfavorable terrain, he actually defeated the Tianyuan army!"

"The tiger father has no dogs, and the young marshal is mighty!"

"Brother Ning is so good, he lives up to my Zhao family's once-in-a-century genius!"

"The Mo Sword Formation is so strong, it's really a divine weapon!"

"I'll just say, how could my Yanmen army be defeated by this group of beards!"

"Brothers, the young marshal will be able to come to our aid soon, kill all the hulu in front of you!"

"Fight them to the death!"

"Kill!"

With everyone's discussion and admiration, the morale that fell to the bottom suddenly rose to its peak.