"Withdraw!"

This order came from the general, and with his decades of combat experience, it was only a matter of time before the entire army of the negative army was annihilated in the face of this abnormal group of heavy cavalry.

Lin Ze quickly turned the horse's head, he believed in Lin's judgment, mainly because he had no idea at the moment.

Thirty-six strategies, go for the best policy. I don't care about face, the stray fire projectile is not much, and the casualties of the negative cavalry are also quite heavy, and this Jianwei heavy cavalry is obviously not an ordinary force that can be dealt with, at this time, how far can you escape, how far you can escape, how much you can escape, how much you can escape, it is much better than the annihilation of the whole army.

Turning back, the negative light cavalry had to face the Jairian shield array, and the actual situation was not much better than facing the Jair Heavy Cavalry. Lin Xuan commanded the light cavalry of the negative to charge directly towards the nearest defense in front of him, and rushed in the direction of the country of the negative in the middle of the road.

This time, the goal was no longer to burn grain and grass, so in the face of the shield spear array, they could only use their flesh and blood to open a door to survival. There was no chance of winning a tough battle with the Jairus Heavy Cavalry, and the only thing they could do was to get rid of the flank as soon as possible, but this goal was really difficult at the moment, and the Jairsian army obviously had a lot of time and means to leave all the wounded and weak light cavalry behind.

The only thing you can do is to be fast!

One team of light horsemen was the first to try to break through, but all the members fell under the shield, and another team rushed up, still falling. There is no point in sending this kind of flying corpse to death, Lin Ze ordered people to project stray fire projectiles into the shield array, who knew that the Jianwei shield soldiers had already mastered the principle of this small weapon, and held the shield flat above their heads, and all the projectiles fell on the shield, whether the flames exploded or exploded, they were all blocked by the shield, except for a little dent that exploded, it did not cause half a useful damage to the Jianwei warriors.

How can this be good, Lin Ze instantly lost his mind.

Thinking that he was just a gangster in this world, he had more time than others to read idle books and watch bad movies, and he really thought that he could become the master of this time and space. A fact, Lin Ze began to seriously reflect, maybe these ancient people have not seen any high-tech, but their wisdom is not lower than that of people at any time, and those masterpieces of ancient art of war are still extremely valuable even in modern times.

Not only did he overestimate himself, he underestimated his opponents.

Seeing this, Mu Tuo had a thought, he was very clear about his mission, and for this he seemed to have a tacit understanding of the general. Lin Yu suddenly waved his hand and ordered a team of cavalry to dismount, dozens of people jumped off their horses, raised their spears in their hands, and ran to the shield array with their legs.

"What does that mean?"

Lin Ze didn't understand Lin Hong's actions at all, and Lin Xuan didn't answer. The dismounted cavalry had already run to the edge of the shield array's attack range, and just as the swords and spears behind the shield were about to stab at them, dozens of people suddenly poked their spears into the ground, and with the help of elastic force, they flew into the shield array.

"Pole vault?!"

As Lin Ze erupted in exclamation, dozens of negative warriors who had successfully entered the shield array drew their short knives from their waists and fought wildly, and a small crack appeared between the shield arrays.

"Your Highness, go away!"

Almost at the same time as the voice, a whip slapped on Lin Ze's war horse's buttocks, and the war horse flew wildly, and Mu Tuo and a group of sergeants also followed, taking advantage of the temporary gap in the shield array to trample all the way, and finally rushed out of the shield array. Lin Ze didn't care about looking back at Lin Hong's situation, in fact, he didn't have this opportunity, Mu Tuo was frantically whipping the war horse on the side, and the group moved quickly like arrows that were ejected.

Lin Xuan's situation was indeed very bad, he didn't even ask for a new batch of dead soldiers to bounce into the shield array, because the Jairian soldiers already knew how to deal with this move, behind the shield, two rows of spears were erected at an angle forward, and if any dead soldiers bounced in, I am afraid that before they landed, they would be stabbed to death by the erected spears in the air.

The Jianwei heavy cavalry behind him was already in place, and the war horse let out a low roar of "neighing", and only then did he see clearly that those heavy cavalry had no eyes in their eyes at all, they were definitely not people!

How can the dying person be afraid, he raised the long sword in his hand and pointed hard at the sky.

"God bless me!

The sonorous sound resounded through the sky, and the remnants of the warriors who were still trapped in the formation rushed towards the Jairus Heavy Cavalry, but they would face nothing but death. It's just that the kung fu of such a cup of tea, the negative light rider was strangled by the heavy rider, and the death was tragic, but it was extremely brilliant for Lin Xuan. At the right time, he swung his sword at the horseman, but the sword could not go any deeper in front of him, as if it had encountered some hard obstacle, and just when he was surprised, the horseman raised a sword, and the arm holding the sword flew into the air, and the infantry behind him was getting closer and closer......

Lin Ze and the others didn't know how long they had been running, and the atmosphere hadn't taken a breath, what they were most worried about had happened, and they didn't know when, the Jianwei Heavy Rider had already caught up, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

No, maybe it's not that the other party's speed is getting faster and faster, but Lin Ze and they are getting slower and slower, and the war horse has long been physically exhausted all the way, and before the other party launched a charge, they finally realized this reality that they were powerless to change. If the Jianxi Heavy Cavalry has already caught up, it means that the general and his soldiers have all been killed, and everyone's faces are dyed with a look called gloom. Lin Ze saw it in his eyes, the pain in his heart, and the reins in his hand were tightened tighter.

Lin Xuan obviously sacrificed to save the prince's life, and he definitely couldn't live up to this expensive sacrifice.

Five thousand negative cavalry attacked, the enemy's grain and grass were only destroyed less than thirty percent, and now the first battle is dead, only more than 100 remnants remain, but they still have to face the pursuit of the Jianwei heavy cavalry, so calculated, Lin Ze's strategy is left between words, no matter how good it sounds, it can't hide the reality of defeat in front of him.

Lin Ze gritted his teeth, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were dried by the strong wind blowing in his face.

He lost this battle completely, what a savior, he has no ability to save anyone, including himself, he has only relied on the sacrifice of the warriors around him to save his life, what is this called a savior! What is this mission!

Just when Lin Ze was resentful in his heart, the war horse under his crotch was obviously weak, and his speed dropped sharply. Behind them, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind, followed by the tragic exclamations around them, and the blood flowers suddenly filled the chest or abdomen of the negative warriors, and then they fell off their horses with a bang.

Lin Ze couldn't help but look back in a panic, a pair of eyeballs were almost rolling out of their sockets, only to see that the black arrow rain in the sky was coming towards him, and the dark pressure covered the gradually clear daylight. Before Lin Ze, who was stunned, carefully felt the slaughter of this rain of arrows, Mu Tuo had already blocked behind him, and swung his immortal sword to disperse the dense range of arrows.

"Brother Jiu, be careful!"

Lin Ze came back to his senses and couldn't help but look at Mu Tuo with difficulty, the young man in his eyes seemed to have been infected with madness, his eyes were deep, his facial features were tightly gathered, the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling, and several blood marks were flowing wantonly along the large and small wounds, even if he had been exhausted by the overnight death battle, the young man's eyes were still full of blood-filled strength, and he had never wavered.

Five thousand troops were dispatched in this battle, and now there are less than 100 people left around him, and their lives are on the line, including Lin Ze himself. Now, as before, he is once again on a path of escape with no end in sight. He didn't know what to think, what to think, and just like he had done before, he couldn't do anything but run.

It seems that escaping is Lin Ze's fate, and the righteous and awe-inspiring so-called mission just came out of the way to play a war game with him to guide the country.

He's just an ordinary person.

What is not ordinary? The horseman who rode the horse just now was definitely not ordinary, those strange ripples that surrounded him, those heavy horses that turned out of the dirt, were definitely not something that ordinary people could control, and this was the technique that Lin Ze had always scoffed at. Yes, in this plane, there may not be a god who can completely control human beings like Z, but there is a kind of person who can drive some mysterious power through spiritual cultivation, and only that kind of person can do it, and they have a common title, called Warlock.

Warlocks who can summon more than a thousand strange heavy horses out of thin air are probably even more high-level among warlocks. Among the Nine Kingdoms, there are only two countries that are best for spiritual practice, one is the country of the imprisoned ox, and the other is the country of the mocking wind.

The rain of black arrows broke through the air again, and the heavy cavalry behind them got closer and closer, and several of the negative warriors were pierced through the chest by the arrows, and even the men and horses fell to the ground. Lin Ze didn't dare to look at the fallen negative warriors at all, so he could only whip his war horse fiercely, his face kept trembling, his forehead was bruised, and his eyes were covered with dense bloodshots, as if it was blood that came out of his eyes in the next second.

He had no choice but to do anything about it.

Suddenly, Lin Ze sensed that the speed of some of the negative warriors on his side had slowed down significantly, as if he had done it on purpose. His perception was completely correct, and a dozen or so negative cavalrymen retreated to the rear of the line on their own without receiving any orders, and as they retreated, they caught the upgraded stray fire projectiles delivered by the other warriors.

These are their last chances.

The dozen or so warriors gathered at the back of the line, and suddenly they all stopped pulling the reins, and seeing that the heavy riders were about to collide with them head-on, the warriors turned their horses' heads and quickly ignited the fire twists of the projectile at the right time. But this time they did not project the projectile, but held it in their arms, and then flicked the reins and galloped towards the unbreakable Jianxi Heavy Horse in front of them.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded behind Lin Ze. What happened? Lin Ze turned his head with difficulty, as if he had a premonition of that tragic and tragic scene in his heart.

Bursts of yellow-red light flooded the Jascorn Heavy Rider, and the explosion instantly spread through the ranks, and fragments of broken limbs flew all over the sky in the firelight, among which there were naturally both Jasper Heavy Riders and Negative Warriors...... The spark ignited the dead grass on the ground, and with the wisps of the east wind, the fire instantly burned the plains, forming a rather spectacular wall of fire, which was also particularly bright under the morning light.

At this moment, Lin Ze's eyes were blurred with tears. For all the negative soldiers, the front is their hometown, their hope, but they know in their hearts that they may not be able to return, and they will face more bloodshed and death. But they were willing, because the chief had confessed before his death that no matter what sacrifice he made, he must return the prince to the city alive.

His Royal Highness is their hope!

The sacrifice of a dozen negative warriors was exchanged for a brief delay in the footsteps of the Jairus Heavy Cavalry, however, the magnificent wall of fire did not completely block the enemy's pursuit. There seemed to be no obstacle in the eyes of the group of heavy riders, except for those heavy riders who were completely shattered in the explosion, the others did not care about the damage of the flames, and went straight out of the wall of fire. Even though the flames had completely consumed some of them, they continued to gallop as if they didn't feel the pain.

Gu couldn't sigh at the horror of the heavy ride, Lin Ze and his party only had the front in their eyes, and the front was the dense jungle on the west side of Fucheng, as long as they passed through this shade of trees, home, it would not be far away.

Just when Lin Ze led the remnants of the defeated army into the central area of the jungle, the war horses under the legs of the negative soldiers suddenly stumbled down one after another. Lin Ze's war horse also slowed down its four hooves, panting heavily, as if it still wanted to persevere, but it collapsed on the ground after trying hard.

They hadn't been hit by any spell, but they had been exhausted after a long day of running wildly.

Lin Ze fell to the ground with the paralysis of the war horse, Mu Tuo jumped off the horse, stepped forward with an arrow, and supported the ninth brother who was already in the shock with a blank brain, and the remaining negative warriors all approached quickly with sharp blades in their hands, forming a protective circle around His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Brother Jiu, get on my horse!"

In a trance, Lin Ze looked at the thin sunlight shining through the top of the jungle, and listened to the dull iron hooves that were gradually approaching, when suddenly two streams of heat poured down from the corners of his eyes.

“...... I lost. ”

The faint choked voice was full of exhaustion, unwillingness, collapse, and then complete despair.

He lost this battle completely, and he lost without leaving a piece of armor, as if God gave him a new life and slapped him countless times. Responsibility, mission, and salvation are all just his self-righteousness, and they are taken for granted after he has escaped death several times. Now, he has lost, not only has he lost the five thousand cavalry he brought out, but he will also lose the negative royal city behind the jungle, even if he can survive with the protection of the soldiers, but in this world, his only fortress is the royal city, once the royal city falls, it means that his life will inevitably be on the verge of end.

At the moment of life and death, where can Lin Ze be filled with emotion.

The heavy horsemen, led by the horsemen, had surrounded the remnants of the heavy cavalry, and several of the heavy horsemen were still burning with flames, as if the burning of the fire was no different to them than the dust that had fallen on their bodies. At close range, Lin Zefang saw the appearance of this team of heavy riders clearly: their faces were like the peel of a withered old tree, and the uneven lines were dark green with strange spots of light, although they looked like human bodies, there was nothing in the pair of eye sockets!

It's not human at all!

The horsemen broke away from the group, approached the remnants of the scumbags, and wandered around the barely established circle of protection with greater interest. He seemed to be staring at Lin Ze and observing, and he was probably calculating or laughing in his heart that this weak prince dared to lead only 5,000 cavalry to sneak attack the Jianxi grain and grass army. The spirit is very brave, and the strategy is appropriate, but the behavior is stupid. They will get nothing but death.

"Prince's nine and a half, haha, it's better to see than to hear, you actually know the art of resisting fire?"

Lin Ze's ears heard clearly, and the horseman actually inquired about the magic strength of this negative prince in the situation of steady victory. But how did the horseman know that he didn't know any magic at all, and if he hadn't seen the horseman perform the art of summoning soldiers with his own eyes, he wouldn't even believe that there really was a spiritual cultivation technique in this world. And the horseman couldn't have known that the fire resistance technique in his eyes was actually Lin Ze's handmade earth bomb, which was a real weapon.

"You ghost warlock, take your life!"

Without waiting for Lin Ze to answer, Mu Tuo had already snatched the words for him, and even used the immortal sword to stab straight towards the horseman. I saw that the two fingers of the horseman's right hand gathered strength, and at the moment when Mu Tuo was about to stab him, he drew a dark green water-streaked barrier in front of him. Who knew that Mu Tuo smiled contemptuously and did not retreat, and the qi of the sword blade actually broke through the barrier and went straight to the front door. Seeing this, the horseman quickly leaned back and lay down on the horse's back, only to dodge the fatal blow, but inevitably, the helmet was picked down by Mu Tuo's immortal sword.

A terrifying face covered with a cyan birthmark was displayed in front of everyone.

Mu Tuo, who was standing firmly, looked at it fixedly, but he was stunned, just because of this person, he had indeed seen it at the Shengshu Ring two years ago.

"It deserves to be ranked seventh on the famous list!"

"You're the Wind Mocker, Liang You!"

"Yes, Jorex XII. ”

The horseback riders were indeed from other countries.

Lin Ze temporarily withdrew from the despair just now, frowned tightly, and looked up and down at this Liangyou cocoon who loved to report his family. If he defected to the enemy and joined the Jairian army in the name of money, it would be better to say, if not, the country of mockery in the non-war alliance may have violated the covenant. If this is the case, the smoke of war is destined to sweep across the entire continent.

"Leave the spirit weapon behind, at least protect your whole corpse!"

"Spiritual weapons?"

Liang You Cocoon's words were obviously said to Lin Ze, but he was confused.

What kind of spiritual weapon? Flowing fire projectiles? Hmph, if I have half of it in my hand now, I will definitely blow you up first!

It's useless to play ruthless bickering, including Lin Ze, the only remaining twenty or so negative warriors, except for the long sword in their hands, have nothing else to do, and what they have to face is a number of more than 100 ghost riders.

After thinking about it, Lin Ze felt that the word "spirit weapon" was a little familiar, probably when he had read it when he was flipping through an ancient scroll. By the way, the spirit weapon is the tool that the spirit beast cultivates when it advances, and it is said that not only people can cultivate the spirit on this continent, but also birds, beasts, fish, and insects can cultivate the spirit, and the tool is a necessary process for the spirit beast to advance. If the spiritual weapon is obtained, as long as the person's innate spiritual power or spiritual cultivation level can be controlled, he can use the power of the spiritual weapon to help him increase his magic power, and it is probably the same reason for the samurai to choose the divine weapon that suits him.

Therefore, this warlock Liang You Cocoon is estimated to have regarded the Flowing Fire Projectile as Lin Zeshi's spell. There must be no spiritual weapon on his body, and the flowing fire projectile relies on miscellaneous science, but this summoning technique is a superior technique, I don't know if there is a spiritual weapon on Liangyou Cocoon's body to help.

Looking at Lin Ze's thoughtful expression, Liang You was really impatient, leaned a little closer, shook a stone hanging from his neck that shone with dark green fluorescence, and sneered:

"That's it, His Royal Highness the Prince is really good at pretending to be garlic, your sick and weak body doesn't have much spiritual power, but you can perform such a fire technique, if you don't have the help of spiritual weapons, what else can it be?"

"Hugh hit Brother Jiu's idea, I'll let you fall to the ground now!"

Mu Tuo shouted, but seeing that he jumped and swept with his sword, Liang You Cocoon jumped off the war horse in order to avoid the sword blade, and as soon as he landed, he used his fingers to gather spiritual power, and the dark green fluorescence instantly turned into an arrow, and flew towards Mu Tuo at great speed. Mu Tuo rotated his wrist, and the immortal sword turned into a sword qi barrier in front of him, and suddenly broke the spirit arrow, and the sword qi that had not yet dissipated hit Liang You's body, and a mouthful of blood burst out of his mouth. However, the huge impact also forced Mu Tuo to take more than a dozen steps back.

Mu Tuo had just stood firm, but Liang You Cocoon didn't want to fight alone with him anymore, he was not a Jianwei person, that set of brute honors was meaningless to him, as long as the goal was achieved, it didn't matter if he bullied more and less.

"Kill you, the spirit weapon is mine. Leave no one behind!"

With a wave of his hand, Liang You Cocoon gave a death order lightly, and then laughed, and several heavy riders rushed towards Lin Ze. The negative warriors were instantly ruthless, angry swords at each other, all wanting to use their flesh and blood to stop the heavy horseman's iron hooves, and become a ball with the battle. There was no hope in Lin Ze's eyes, and he simply closed his eyes as he watched several large knives slash towards him.

At this moment, he even looked forward to death in his heart, because death might be able to dissolve this great dream of the prince, and maybe he could return to the original time and space when he opened his eyes again.

However, the expected pain of the blade entering the flesh did not appear, and instead there was the sound of the cold weapons crashing between them. Lin Ze opened his eyes and saw Mu Tuo's back, one person and one sword, and he forcibly carried the slashing of the three falling ring swords.

"Mu Tuo!"

The corners of the young man's mouth were flushed, but his eyes were as firm as ever, and he was responsible for his commitment:

"Even if Mu Tuo is broken, he has to protect Brother Jiu...... Return to Fucheng with your whole body!"