Ma Leader and Lao Fei certainly understood that if they really fought for their lives, no one on their side would be the opponent of the other party, and even if they used a ten-person formation, they were afraid that it would be difficult to work.

The martial arts of these Jianghu disciples are too high, even if the great general comes, he may not be able to defeat one of them!

No one died on his side, but the other party was really kind-hearted and unwilling to fight against him.

Soldiers should fight with the army on the battlefield, not to exterminate these Jianghu people, let alone a group of Jianghu people with a rather chivalrous reputation!

However, the military order has been issued, how dare you disobey it? This birch forest must be crossed, but if you want to cross this birch forest, you must repel these young people in yellow clothes, but these young people are all righteous and awe-inspiring, and they will not give an inch, how should this battle be fought?

Everyone had their own thoughts, and although the weapons in their hands were constantly attacking, they were no longer murderous.

Zhang Laoshi's heart was relieved, after all, the heart and the heart are long, and if it drags on for a while, these black-clothed people feel that they have no hope of marching, and they can also order the army to retreat, right?

But at this moment, I only heard a dense footstep outside the forest, and then a person shouted: "Ma Mingzhe, you are still in this forest for so long! Let us capture this place for you!"

The horse leader's heart tightened, and he sighed and said, "Tu Qianren, we don't need you to interfere in the affairs of our camp!"

Tu Qianren snorted coldly: "Will... The big leader has an order that he must attack the top of the mountain at noon, and the hour will soon come, but you pioneers are still cowering on this mountainside, blocking the road of our army, delaying the opportunity, can you take the responsibility? Brothers, kill me!"

Hearing the shouts of killing outside the forest, countless black-clothed people entered the birch forest with spears in their hands, and instantly squeezed aside the soldiers of the shield battalion and the bow battalion, and stabbed the yellow-clothed disciples with spears.

Ma Mingzhe looked at Lao Fei, and the two sighed at the same time.

The leader of this infantry battalion, Tu Qianren, is a well-known militant who has a thirst for killing, and he really lives up to his name! Once the infantry battalion participates, these young men in yellow are afraid that they will not be able to do well today!

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Wujian put on the spear, his heart jumped.

The thick killing intent from the spear is formed by the accumulation of time on the battlefield, and I don't know how many people's blood has been stained with a spear!

Rao is strong in martial arts, and he was also a little distracted by this killing intent.

In this stunned moment, there were already several spearheads close to him, and Yan Wujian roared: "Lotus ascends to the water, forcing the dust sword technique!"

Eighteen sword-wielding young men swirled their bodies at the same time, and broke out like white lotus in the water surrounded by enemies, and the sharp swords in their hands clicked to cut off the attacking spears, not retreating but advancing, and with the sound of the long sword, forcing a group of black-clothed people to retreat again and again.

Zhang Shan also shouted loudly: "Water Lotus Lotus, Sun-Covering Sword Technique!"

Twenty-seven young men suddenly disappeared at the same time. In fact, it's not that they're gone, it's that the long knives wielding in their hands are too dense, and their whole bodies are shrouded in a silver sword light!

The black-clothed men besieging them only felt a light in their hands, and when they saw the sword light coming, they were frightened and retreated, and when the knife light disappeared, they found that there was only a wooden stick left in their hands!

This round of counteroffensive caused hundreds of infantry battalion soldiers who slaughtered thousands of people to be in a mess, colliding with a large number of people who poured in later, and they were embarrassed.

Ma Mingzhe and Lao Fei sneered, you can't slaughter thousands of people and can't break through the defense line of more than forty people!

I was also secretly a little frightened in my heart, these young people's martial arts are really ridiculously high, just these two swordsmanship and sword techniques, used on their own body, if they don't die, they will be seriously injured!

The infantry battalion relied on the strength of the crowd, was light and fast, and was good at fighting and encircling, so it was a fluke, but the weapons were frustrated.

Of course, it was also deliberately released, and there was no killer, and fools could see that if the sword stabbed the heart, and the knife cut off the head, in this attack, the infantry battalion had to lie down at least nearly a hundred people!

Forty-five young men in yellow stood at the edge of the forest like a golden copper wall, looking coldly at more and more people in black.

This small birch forest squeezed into thousands of people in the blink of an eye, and if it weren't for the neat array, there would be no place for people to stand.

However, no matter how many people there are, they can only get close to the edge of the forest, and no one can break through the woods, because if they take a step forward, they will be forced back by the strong defense line of forty-five people!

Tu Qianren's face was dark, and although he didn't hear Ma Mingzhe and Lao Fei's ridicule, he still seemed to feel their mocking gaze.

No wonder Lao Ma and Lao Fei were delayed here for a long time, it turns out that these martial artists are really not so easy to deal with!

On the battlefield, the two armies are facing each other, fighting for courage and fighting spirit, and now the will of more than 40 people is standing like a tangible city wall.

But Haikou has already boasted that this birch forest is the way up the mountain, no matter what the price is, it will be taken. I don't believe how many soldiers these forty or so people can kill!

Thinking of this, Tu Qianren shouted: "Sink the boat array, and those who retreat will be killed!"

The sinking boat formation is to take the meaning of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, using the human body as the blade of attack, the front soldiers are dead, and the rear soldiers are immediately on top, until the enemy defense line is broken.

Hundreds of black-clothed men heard the order and immediately walked towards the edge of the forest in unison.

Yan Wuji's face changed, and the sword technique was used again, the tip of the sword cut off the tip of the spear of the soldiers in the front row, but he still saw the battle intent in the enemy's eyes as if he was going to die, and his heart was horizontal, the Qingling sword danced again and again, and several black-clothed people were still hit by the sword in their legs, and as soon as they lay on the ground, they were drowned by the black-clothed people behind, and another person filled the vacant position and continued to rush forward.

The faces of many disciples changed. No matter how you stop it, you can't stop the footsteps of these black-clothed people, but you have no way out, and if you retreat, you will withdraw from the forest, and when the time comes, the army will drive straight to the top of the mountain, how can you face the brothers and sisters who are about to be humiliated!

The forty-five young men in yellow glanced at each other deeply, and they all saw the desperate meaning in each other's eyes. Everyone shouted in unison, and rushed into the enemy line with swords and swords!

Forty-five against a thousand men was a battle with a huge disparity in strength and undoubtedly suicide. In addition, the disciples couldn't bear to kill the killer, and the other party was just a protector soldier who was used for a while, so when the war began, it was already in danger.

If all the soldiers fought alone, none of them were the enemies of the disciples of the Pure Water Lotus, but the indomitable fighting spirit cultivated by the long years of battle, coupled with the strict military law and military orders, made them abandon all their worries and swept through the birch forest like a tide.

In battle, the merciful is always the loser. Therefore, once the disciples are soft-hearted, they will be defeated.

Zhang Shan flew up and down with a ghost-slashing knife, but what he slashed was the enemy's spear, and none of them slashed at people. But when the enemy's spear was broken, he attacked with his spear, and when the spear was broken, he stepped forward with his bare hands.

The ghost slashing knife slashed the wrists of several people in a row, and the blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and the enemy had no intention of retreating, even if it was the wounded, he screamed hideously, stretched out his arms and pounced on himself!

Zhang Shan was stunned for a moment, knowing that if he didn't put down a heavy hand, it would be difficult for these people to be afraid, so he immediately turned his heart horizontally, and the long knife cut a person's neck, the spear in the sergeant's hand was broken, and there was no weapon to resist, even if there was a weapon in his hand, the thunderous blow of the man in yellow in front of him was beyond his ability to resist, so he simply closed his eyes, roared in his mouth, and opened his arms and rushed towards the man in yellow.

Hearing only the sound of "ding!", the long knife in Zhang Shan's hand was held by a sword, and Yan Wujian's angry voice came from his ears: "Twelve brothers!"

Zhang Shan's heart softened, and the long knife turned around, and he actually hit the soldier with the hilt. The soldier escaped death, and he also broke out in a cold sweat, and just wanted to stop, but was hit by his companion behind him, rushed over again, and hugged Zhang Shan at once!

In the blink of an eye, several spears had already been attacked, and the soldier was in a hurry, opening his mouth and shouting: "He has no intention of killing me..."

But it was too late, Zhang Shan's arms were hugged by him, and he couldn't open it, seeing that the spear was pierced, there was no way to avoid it, so he had to close his eyes, close his eyes and wait for death.

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout in my ear: "Hugh hurt my twelfth brother!" A person flew and pounced, but he couldn't block it, and he was protected in front of Zhang Shan and the soldier, only to hear a few "poofs", and the spear had pierced deep into his chest and ribs!

"Junzi!" Zhang Shanbei hissed, pushed away the soldier on his chest, and held Junzi's body.

The corner of Shunzi's mouth was bleeding, he looked at Zhang Shanqiang and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Twelfth brother, I can't see the Tengma wood carving..."

Zhang Shanhu's eyes overflowed with tears, and he covered the wound on Junzi's body with both hands and said, "You can see it, I will give it to you when I go back to the twelfth brother, you hold on!"

Junzi coughed, blood splashed Zhang Shan's face, and muttered: "Remember Master's words, don't kill people..."

"Shunzi!" Zhang Shan looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes glared at the black-clothed soldier, all the disciples had seen the battle situation here, and they all gathered desperately, surrounding Shunzi's body, screaming in unison!

The black-clothed soldiers were also stunned for a while, covering their ears one after another, and dozens of people roared in unison, like a dragon's roar, and the leaves above their heads fell one after another!

The faces of a group of soldiers changed drastically, and the spears in their hands almost fell to the ground, but they saw forty-four yellow-clothed disciples standing on the edge of the forest, their eyes spewing a terrifying cold light!

Tu Qianren knew that he couldn't retreat at this time, and the army's heart was dispersed when he retreated. Then he shouted in a deep voice: "Break the cauldron array, kill!"

There was a hesitation in the eyes of the thousands of soldiers, but they had to harden their hearts, raise their spears and shout: "Kill!" and rushed towards the yellow-clothed young man like a tide.

The sun had reached the top of the forest, and the battle in the forest was nearing its end, and the ground was full of wounded soldiers, wailing and moaning, but none of them could break through the yellow-clothed defense.

More than 20 young men in yellow were covered in blood and fought with the black-clothed disciples, and from time to time a yellow-clothed disciple was stabbed in the body and fell to the ground.

Lao Fei's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the man in yellow who was fighting bravely against the enemy and muttered: "Stop fighting!

But no one heard him, and the crowd had fallen into a state of madness. Yan Wuji's long sword stabbed a person in the chest again, but the moment he entered the body, he retracted the sword again, and the soldier was originally injured in flesh and skin, and he also screamed, and fell to the ground, but his eyes looked at Yan Wujian, revealing a look of gratitude and guilt.

A few more people rushed over, Yan Wujian was about to fight with a sword, when he suddenly heard a willow flute sound from the top of the mountain, his expression changed, and he immediately jumped out of the battle circle and said to his junior disciples: "Master has an order, withdraw!"

When the yellow-clothed disciples heard this, their hands froze, and they turned their heads to look at him in disbelief, but they saw that although he was unwilling, his expression was very resolute, and they couldn't help shouting in unison: "Fourth senior brother, you can't withdraw!"

Yan Wuji's face was stiff, and he said in a deep voice: "With the sacrificial brother, withdraw!" The tone was resolute, and there was no room for negotiation.

Zhang Shan and the others sighed, stared fiercely at the black-clothed soldier, leaned over to pick up the injured brother on the ground, and flew away.