There was a fierce battle in the middle of the night, and at this time, Dongtian just showed a ray of fish belly white.

Borshu, who had been fighting with Zhao Ning for a long time, felt that his true anger was not good, and he gradually couldn't hold on.

Prior to this, he had already taken several pills to restore his true qi.

He originally thought that if the three of them attacked Zhao Ning together, the consumption of the opponent's true qi would be more intense, and they should run out of their true qi first, and then they would win, so he kept staring at Zhao Ning's state, trying not to let go of any clues, lest the opponent's true qi run away before it ran out, so that he would lose the opportunity to turn the tables and kill the opponent.

The army was already unfavorable, and if there was any chance of winning this war, it would be that they, the cultivators of the King Extreme Realm, would be able to defeat Zhao Ning.

It's a pity that Borshu was disappointed, he didn't see anything he wanted to see, although Zhao Ning also swallowed the pill a few times, but the qi has been maintained very well, the power of the realm is as strong as it was at the beginning, and the elusive fleeting body method is still light.

In comparison, it is Borshu himself who has been injured twice by Zhao Ning, and his state is much worse, if you want to say who can't hold on first, there is a high probability that it is himself.

"Is this bastard's battle really that easy?!" Borshu gritted his teeth in hatred.

is also in the middle of the Wang Extreme Realm, and he also took two Wang Extreme Realm to help in the early stage, but until now, Mo said that he failed to suppress Zhao Ning, and after the hard battle, it turned out that the other party's state was better maintained!

Such an incompetent performance made Borshu embarrassed, he had never encountered such a situation in the desert for many years, and now it made him a little unconfident.

It is conceivable that once he, the middle stage of the King Extreme Realm, has to take the lead in withdrawing from the battlefield to protect himself, Zhao Ning will lose the biggest constraint, what kind of brutal killing will be set off among the cultivators of the Beihu King Extreme Realm!

If there was a cultivator in the late stage of the Wang Ji Realm on the battlefield under the Tianyuan Khan, Zhao Ning would never be so powerful today, but Beihu did not have the late stage of the Wang Ji Realm.

Originally, the crown prince Meng Chi, who had the most hope of achieving the late stage of the Wang Ji Realm before this battle, was also sent to Yanping as a hostage a few years ago, and now his life and death are unknown.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Borshu felt more and more clearly the overwhelming signal conveyed by his body - if he didn't respond quickly, he was afraid that he would be in danger of life and death!

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Zhao Ning had said before, that he would end the battle and win the victory before dawn, and he couldn't help but feel indignant, and his heart felt so uncomfortable that it seemed to burst.

"My lord, I'm afraid Xihe City ...... I can't hold it!"

At this moment, Borshu heard Mu Hehua's panicked warning voice.

He was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Xihe City - this time he had experience, and he opened the distance between him and Zhao Ning between turning his head, so as not to be slashed again, if this is the case, with his current state, it is a question of whether he can leave the battlefield alive.

Previously, Mu Hehua ordered the infantry to retreat to the city, relying on the city to hold on, although Borshu was heartbroken that most of the soldiers outside the city could only die in battle, but he also knew that this was no way, at that time he was still full of hope, there were 10,000 soldiers guarding the city, how could Xihe City fight for a while.

But how much time has just passed, why is Xihe City about to be lost?

After just a glance at Xihe City, Borshu's heart sank to the bottom, and he also understood why Mu Hehua said that Xihe City couldn't hold it.

Although the city gate has been successfully closed, there are a large number of dead bodies of Beihu soldiers in front of the city, which shows that the Yunzhou army is following and chasing all the way to here, and now, the Yunzhou army that has gathered in front of the city gate has exceeded 10,000 people, and it looks like a big lake.

They either raised their shields to guard against the bows and arrows shot down from the city head, or opened their bows to shoot at the city head soldiers, which caused a lot of pressure on the city head defenders, and the most terrifying thing was undoubtedly the city walls on both sides of the city gate, which were now almost occupied by the Yunzhou army soldiers, and these people were concentrating on attacking the city head from both sides!

There are very few defenders at the head of the city, only a few hundred are still fighting, but the number and control area are still rapidly decreasing, and it seems that it will not last long!

Moreover, a considerable part of the Yunzhou army and horse army outside the city have abandoned their horses and climbed the city wall first, most of these people are in good shape, obviously mainly cultivators, after they arrived at the city wall, they not only began to suppress the royal army that wanted to go to the city wall from the Yongdao, but also attacked the city!

The matter has come to this point, and Xihe City really can't hold it.

"King, retreat! If you don't retreat, it's too late!" Mu Hehua's voice was full of anxiety, pain, and helplessness.

There is no way to do it, there is no choice but to retreat.

But Borshu is unwilling!

He turned around and glared at Zhao Ning viciously, he really didn't want to be pressed and beaten by the other party for half the night, and after many ridicules, he left like this, making the other party even more proud!

If there is a 1 in 10,000 possibility, he is willing to give it a blow and fight with Zhao Ning endlessly!

But the outcome of this battle has been decided, and King Tianyuan Zuoxian, who has never suffered defeat, is indeed defeated now. Defeated in the hands of Zhao Ning, who he couldn't get used to, but was helpless!

If you don't leave, you can only die, and lose the opportunity to take revenge in the future.

"Why, Borshu, you don't want to leave, do you want to fight with my life? If that's the case, I respect you as a man, but do you dare?"

Zhao Ning took the battlefield situation in his eyes, glanced at Borshu's expression, and had already figured out the other party's thoughts, and when he saw that the other party was a little hesitant, he laughed and teased.

Borshu's already extremely painful mind was even more uncomfortable because of Zhao Ning's heart-wrenching words, and his face turned green.

If he is a little calmer, maybe he may really be provoked by Zhao Ning and lose a battle with Zhao Ning, after all, the grassland warriors have always been known for their bloody bravery, and it is difficult to suffer such an insult, but Borshu is the king of Zuo Xian, even if he is extremely humiliated, he understands that he can only endure it at this time.

They lost this battle completely, from the commander, Wang Jijing, to the soldiers of the three armies, all of them were defeated by Zhao Ning and Yunzhou, the big husband is dignified, but the general of the defeated army does not, if he still wants to live, he can only accept this fact.

"Zhao Ning, don't be too complacent, this king will come back!"

Squeezing out this sentence word by word between his teeth, Borshu flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

At the same time, Mu Hehua gave the order to the Beihu generals who were still in Xihe City to withdraw the whole army to the north - the naval warships docked on the shore would meet them to cross the river.

Similarly, the Northern Hu Jingcai, who was fighting with the Yunzhou horse army outside the city, also received a military order to retreat north.

Zhao Ning watched Borshu and the others quickly jump out of the battle circle, collected the power of the realm and fled in a panic, and had no intention of pursuing. It's not that he doesn't have enough energy, or that he wants to let Borjutsu survive, but he has to think about other dangers.

So far in the national war, Tianyuan Khan has not shown his face!

Killing his right-hand man Borshu is very likely to provoke the other party to attack directly.

However, although Borshu did not have to pursue, the Beihu soldiers inside and outside Xihe City, Zhao Ning did not let go, and when Wei Wuxian and others retreated to him from various battlefields, he issued a strict order to the whole army in a murderous voice:

"All the soldiers listen to the order: Don't let any of the Hu people on the battlefield run away, let them give their lives to the generals to stay here!"

The soldiers of the Beihu on the battlefield everywhere have begun to turn around and retreat, fleeing, and the officers and soldiers of the Yunzhou Army who have fought so far have all been overjoyed and spirited when they see this, and when they heard Zhao Ning's military order, they all promised loudly: "We will receive the order!"

"Kill!"

On the vast battlefield, an unprecedented shouting and killing sound broke out, and this sound was so high, sudden, and neat, as soon as the Wu gathered together, there was a momentum of angry bullfighting, and it went straight to the clouds and shocked the nine heavens.

With this roar of blood, which is full of the spirit of Jin Ge Iron Horse and the pride of the husband, the clouds in the east sky are rising.

It's dawn.

......

"Hahahaha......"

He Ping, whose armor was shattered and his blood-soaked battle robe, stood at the head of the city with a curly bladed Mo knife, looking at the Beihu soldiers who retreated and fled like a tide in the city, his hoarse voice let out a heroic laugh, and his face was full of happiness that could not be described in words.

"General, we have recaptured Xihe City, we have done it! We have not lost the city or land, we have not lost the face of our parents, wives and children!" dragged a bloody and lame pro-soldier commander to the side of He Ping, tears in his eyes.

At this moment, the city gate has been opened, Geng Anguo rushed into the city, they were followed by Li Kui, Wang Xingcheng's cavalry troops, and were chasing and killing the Beihu soldiers who fled in the city.

"Kill, don't let anyone go!" Geng Anguo, who took the lead, even though there were several talismans inserted in his armor, looked extremely embarrassed, but the posture of raising the knife and pointing at the front was still extraordinary, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The soldiers of the Liangshan battalion who followed him, Rao was exhausted before, and now they were all in good spirits, as if they had eaten a fairy elixir, and they all roared and galloped with red faces.

Li Kui, who led his troops to follow the defense of the soldiers of the Liangshan battalion, had no pocket, his beard was stuck to the blood on his face, and the cloak behind him was also broken into strips of cloth, but when the horse galloped, it was as fast as the wind, and he urged the horse to gallop wildly: "Chase, sons, chase quickly!"

The defense made Wang Xingcheng's tribe at the rear, this guy was as anxious as a monkey, even if he was sitting on horseback, his butt was not touching the saddle, he stretched his neck and wanted to run forward, and the voice of his subordinates changed because of eagerness: "Hurry up, give me a hurry!

Seeing this scene, He Ping had to feel comfortable all over, as if he was in the clouds.

"Yes, we won this battle! We won the group of Northern Hu barbarians!"

He turned around and faced his heroic subordinates, relying on the pestle to keep the Mo knife from falling to the ground - his own saber had long been broken, and the Mo knife in his hand had also been picked up halfway, and it was now full of gaps.

patted the shoulder of the commander of the pro-soldiers, He Ping's eyes were covered in blood behind the other party, with different appearances but all scarred, like a group of refugees passing by, for a while he only felt that his throat was as hard as a rock, he had a lot to say but didn't know how to speak, and finally smiled reluctantly:

"Good job, big guys are good guys!"