Withdraw, must withdraw, if you don't withdraw to help Tie Donggua, Tie Donggua will definitely die, Bai Qian watched the battle on the battlefield between the two on the side, until he saw Tie Donggua spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his mood instantly fell to the bottom. Updates are fast and ad-free.

However, these people under Bai Poor are not a group of fools who don't know how to fight at all, and in such a situation, if they have to withdraw to help Hei Ye, the end will inevitably be heavy damage.

Immediately, one person, while swinging off the long knife coming from the left and right, rode his horse to Bai Qian's side, his face was anxious, and he said: "Bai Ye, we can't withdraw now, we can't withdraw!"

While fighting, he said: "Now that we withdraw to help Hei Ye in such a situation, our foot soldiers will be dead, and the cavalry will definitely be killed and injured countless times if their tails are bitten." ”

Death: He doesn't hesitate to be poor as many of these people as he wants, but he is just some pariahs, even if they are all dead, he doesn't care if they are all poor, if these people's lives can be exchanged for iron melons to survive, it is still their honor.

However, Bai Qian naturally only thought about these words in his heart, and he definitely didn't say them on his lips, and said like this: "Liu Chang, do you think that Hei Ye is dead, we can still survive? Hei Ye is dead, and our 10,000 people here can still wipe out all these people in front of us? You also saw the fat man, Hei Ye is dead, and if the fat man leads the army into the battle, who can stop it? You Liu Chang will block it or I will block it? En? At that time, we will become the previous three-pronged battalion, and we can only die faster. ”

Liu Chang is the name of the person who came forward to dissuade Bai Poor's actions, and it was he who led the army to fight after the black-faced god rushed into the enemy formation.

After saying that, Bai Qian snorted coldly, and said: "If you think about it, just do what I say, and if you delay it any longer, the whole army will be wiped out!"

At the beginning, he made up a lie in Pinghe's huge prison, and he deceived the old criminal officer and Pinghe's heads, and Liu Chang was confused by Bai Qian's words, so he asked rhetorically, where did he think so much, and he felt that it was such a truth that Bai Ye said.

He nodded and said, "Yes, everything is at the command of Bai Ye." After that, the horse quickly withdrew, and went to carry out the order of the white poor.

He didn't think at all that if he evacuated at this time, he would have to leave countless lives behind, not to mention that he would still hit the fat man's knife, and what was the difference between the fat man taking the initiative to kill him later. Even if the black master is saved, what role can the black master who has completely lost his combat effectiveness play.

Catching up like this is just satisfying the white poor and wanting to save the life of the iron winter melon.

If there is any difference, it is better to stabilize the current battle situation, and then fight and retreat, and flee in batches, and more of them will survive.

And these are all things that Liu Chang, who has already gone away, can't think of it, but it can't be said that Liu Chang is stupid, it can only be said that Bai Chang's reaction is too fast, and it is worthy of being a brother with Bai Fu, the messenger who sent Pinghe.

But this evacuation is not so easy to withdraw.

Although Bai Poor waved the long flag and gave the order to retreat, and Liu Chang also carried it out accurately, but now in such an anxious battle situation, two different forces have been mixed together, and it is not that they can be withdrawn.

Moreover, as a deputy general, Li Piaoxue could not let them withdraw so easily, Li Piaoxue, who was in the center of the battle situation in the depths, was still aware of the enemy's actions in the battle situation, and issued new instructions.

The cavalry of the 3,000-person herringbone mansion launched a more courageous battle, almost desperately wounded, but also to replace the enemy's life, under the command of Li Piaoxue, try their best to maximize the results of the battle.

After seeing the brave and good fighting of the cavalry of the Han Dynasty, Song Min began to completely let go, letting the soldiers of the three-pronged battalion under him follow the instructions from the front.

After being so anxious for a while, Bai Qiang finally led a part of the cavalry to kill a bloody road, and the part behind him that had not escaped was forced to stay by Song Min under the order of Li Piaoxue, and a large number of foot soldiers were also trapped.

Just lead the crowd to rush to the battlefield of those two, where will Bai Qian care about the life and death of the people behind him.

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After Jiang Shuangtianping held the red sickle, pointed at the black-faced god, and said the sentence 'a stick of incense' in his mouth, his knees bent slightly, and he slammed it on the ground, and a mountain of meat rose into the air again, holding a sickle in his hand, and flying in the direction of the black-faced god.

Facing the 'meat ball' that flew straight to him, the black-faced god was not afraid even though his hands were useless.

He didn't know what to be afraid of in his life, and the big deal was death, and dying at the hands of such a person was not a humiliation for him.

The black-faced god's bronze bell-wide eyes stared straight at the red-glowing sickle that was constantly approaching him, and the closer he got, the black-faced god could almost feel the murderous aura on it.

Compared to this murderous aura, the murderous aura on his Dingtai Dadu Mu Yu was dwarfed, just like a child standing beside an adult.

In the face of the slash that swung diagonally at his chest, although Tie Donggua had both hands and legs, his right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and his left leg, which was as thick as a cylinder, pulled out a sound explosion in the air, colliding with the black sickle glowing red in the air.

Jiang Shuangtian seemed to have expected it, and with a slash of the sickle in his hand, he pulled out a bloody mouth on the left leg of the black-faced god, who was also a black-faced god in the Fan Cage Realm, but he was not Jiang Shuangtian's opponent of the high-grade Fan Cage at all.

As soon as the bloody mouth appeared, the black-faced god's left leg immediately withdrew, it should be because of the murderous aura on the fat man in front of him, and the hot and painful wound actually had a chill that was about to drill into his body.

The two of them retreated as soon as they struck, and then it was the black-faced god who took the initiative to attack Jiang Shuangtian, enduring the pain in his hands, and his left and right legs were drawn towards Jiang Shuangtian in a row.

The legs and the red sickle struck each other in a row, and crackling sounds burst out in the air.

With the first experience, he knew that the scythe in front of him was extremely dangerous, and if he didn't pay attention to it, it was a bloody mouth, and the black-faced gods were all retreating at the touch of a button, and at the same time, just now, the corner of his eye also found the white poor army that was constantly coming in the distance.

And Jiang Shuangtian fully showed his flexibility, with a sickle in his hand, up and down, jumping and slashing from various angles.

Although the black-faced god was already extremely careful, he still couldn't avoid the increase in blood on his legs, from his thighs to the instep of his feet, the continuous flow of blood, making his legs bloody, and the cold that constantly invaded his body, making his movements more and more slow.

From the initial initiative, it began to become being pressed by Jiang Shuangtian and being stabbed, so tired that he couldn't resist it at all.

Suddenly, both of his legs became stiff and weak, Jiang Shuangtian jumped with the red sickle in his hand, and his right hand grabbed the handle of the black silver knife upside down, and the narrow and curved edge of the knife hooked his neck in the frightened eyes of the black-faced god.

Grabbing the red sickle upside down and stuck in the neck of the black-faced god, Jiang Shuangtian's mountain-like figure fell downward, like the collapse of the city wall, and the black-faced god stood unsteadily on his legs, and was slowly pulled to the ground by the sickle.

Just a moment before the black-faced god touched the ground, Jiang Rentu swirled the red sickle in his hand around the black-faced god's neck and whispered: "A stick of incense." ”