By the time the fog dissipated in the morning sun, the rout had already poured into the main camp of the Shentang Army like a tidal wave.

The earth-shattering sound of fighting completely tore apart the tranquility of the early morning, and the sound of crying and screaming was heard one after another.

Under the early sun, I saw scattered queues rushing all the way towards the direction of the main camp, and from time to time people were knocked down and trampled by their companions.

Many of the routs fell into the pits, screaming incessantly, or stabbed by the sharp knives of the horses. But they still rushed forward, not daring to look behind the knights who drove them with spears and sabers.

The seven secondary bases were simply broken in an instant, giving them too much psychological oppression.

Zhao Zhonggao, the commander of the Blood Killing Battalion, rode a black peony horse with a cold expression, galloping at the front of the cavalry. On the left is Jiu Zhongji, the leader of the younger generation of the Three Rivers Sword Sect, and on the right is Ye Luo, the deputy leader of the Blood Killing Battalion, his partner for many years.

The knights of the Three Rivers were shrouded in the early sun, their eyes were extremely firm, full of the will to win, and a strong murderous aura emanated from among their men and horses.

The cavalry charge was originally suitable for the fish scale formation or the sharp arrow formation, but Zhao Zhonggao chose the wild goose marching formation, surrounded on three sides, to drive the rout to open the way, and destroy the defensive facilities in front.

Whenever a rout was left behind, they were immediately ruthlessly impaled by spears or trampled into meatloaf by horses' hooves, which made the defeated temple soldiers fear the Three Rivers cavalry to an unspeakable level.

The surging mangs knocked down and destroyed the horses and fences, and the sawdust mixed with dust flew all over the sky.

From time to time, the knights of the Blood Slaughter Camp fell into the pit, but only the men and horses roared in unison, and the stakes and sharp knives in the pit were all destroyed into powder.

A riding equipment, also known as fighting armor, has a pattern inside, and the cost is extremely high. With the help of the Yuan Force and Battle Spirit of the knight and the war horse, it is transformed into powerful power and impact.

Whether it is a martial artist or a cultivator, they can all wear clothes. But the premise is to have a strong spirit beast-level war horse that can withstand the pressure of armor and equipment, so that people and horses can be one, and they should be unstoppable.

Due to the effect of the pattern, when activated at full strength, the weight of the armor is far greater than the material itself, and the impact power is incomparable. But in the face of harsh terrain, the fighting armor can provide the knights with strong explosive power with a dao pattern.

However, strong combat effectiveness is naturally at the expense of agility and flexibility, like the pain of walking on a negative mountain, and it is very unbearable. Only those with outstanding willpower can exert the power of the armor and riding equipment to the extreme.

The Blood Killing Battalion is the top elite built by Li Qing, ranking among the four strongest soldiers in Middle-earth. When he was only a heavy infantry, he once launched a surprise attack with the advantage of terrain and defeated Su Mengzhen's 3,000 soldiers with 200 people, and now it has been transformed into armor and cavalry, and its combat effectiveness can be imagined.

In the midst of the clamour, the Shrine Army was enveloped in despair and terror.

Due to the previous three attacks on Anxiang City, morale was very low. However, Su Mengzhen strictly forbade the soldiers to boost their morale through rape and plunder, and seemed to be unaware of the dissatisfaction below, blindly relying on brutal killings to maintain military discipline.

Many veterans of a hundred battles were killed because of small mistakes, and they lost their own elites in vain.

And recently, there have been rumors that Tianzi Feng betrayed the alliance with the Divine Hall to attack western Henan, Shi Xinqing, the lord of Michi City, tried to rebel, and the second hall of Iwakura Kiyosu tried to make trouble, and the grain road was also attacked several times by the Three Rivers rangers. Although there is no way to confirm the rumors, and the attack on the grain road did not really cause any damage, it is not harmful to the army after all.

"What's going on......"

"Could it be that the sub-fortresses in the southwest have been captured......?

"General Wu Dao, how are they? Are they all dead in battle?"

"Oh my God......"

The soldiers realized that the master of the Su Hall, who had always been a last resort, might have miscalculated again, just like when he faced Xue Yiren on the edge of the Han River four years ago.

In that battle, more than 2,000 elite soldiers were lost, which greatly damaged the vitality of the temple. Can the current shrine withstand such a fiasco?

In an instant, the tide of routs and enemy cavalry had already reached the front of the camp gate.

"Don't panic, everyone, form a formation to meet the enemy!"

The gatekeeper who shouted was the undercover agent who betrayed the Sanhe Sword Sect in the shrine - Li Youyou, the city lord of Xiaoyao City, and caused Li Youyou to commit suicide with a sword. Now he is in charge of the garrison of the first camp gate to the southwest.

He has now changed his name to Ziyihou, it is said that in a famous novel, there is a peerless master named Ziyihou, and now that he is returning to Su Can's command, he needs to give up the past.

But the reason why he changed his name was that he betrayed the master he was once extremely infatuated with, which led to the death of the master. When I really realized that life was so fragile, I felt pain and shame, so I changed my name.

After all, the soldiers of the Divine Hall were well-trained, and although they were afraid, they were not in a chaotic formation, and they quickly formed a square circle formation to block the camp gate.

The archers drew their bows, and the arrows shot at the enemy line like a meteor shower.

However, it was the rout who rushed to the front who screamed and fell to the ground.

The archers showed miserable expressions, and what they killed was actually their comrades who shared life and death.

Many trembled, and their arrows were weak and inaccurate.

Zi Yaolong gritted his teeth and said, "Hit the main camp to kill! What are you panicking about? These wastes will all be killed!"

But many of the soldiers glared at him angrily.

Su Mengzhen used to govern the army with warmth, and the soldiers were like brothers, and it was not easy to attack his comrades.

But time waits for no one, driven by the fierce Knights of the Three Rivers, the routs have broken through many obstacles and killed in front of the camp gate.

Swords and spears flew, and the tall camp gate collapsed. Several spearmen screamed and were crushed underneath.

More than ten heavily armored cavalry on the left and right smashed through the wall, bombarding both sides of the Shentang military array like a stream of blood-colored iron.

The defeated soldiers, who had been completely drenched in fear, slashed and killed their comrades without mercy, their eyes were red, their mouths were ho-ho, and their swords and guns were raised, and the guards of the temple who guarded the door fell to the ground with blood.

The team trembled like a fragile wooden hut under the impact of a hurricane, and finally it was difficult to hold on and began to crumble.

Zi Yaolong shouted hoarsely, but he couldn't stop the rout of the troops, he had to fly forward and fight in person.

Zi Yaolong, who had changed his name to Ziyihou, let out a clear roar, and the purple flying sword flew out of the air, about to stab a Three Rivers Knight.

More than a dozen Divine Hall routs stabbed spears at him at the same time.

Zi Yaolong screamed in pain, spurted blood all over his body, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Without killing a single enemy soldier, he had already died at the hands of his own defeated army.

The light dimmed before his eyes.

At the last moment of his life, he thought: This should be my retribution for betraying my master.

Then Zi Yaolong closed his eyes and was breathless.

His death completely collapsed the defenders guarding the first camp gate.

In the position of the Chinese army, bad news kept coming, and one by one was more and more urgent.

"The first camp gate was broken, and Zi Yaolong was killed. ”

"The second gate was broken ......"

"The third camp gate was broken, and the three partial generals fought bloodily, and in the end, all of them were lost!"

"The number of our troops is continuing to increase, and there is chaos in the camp!"

The herald flew to the horse: "The scouts found that thousands of soldiers of Li Zhong's army were moving from the west. In addition, the defenders of Anxiang City have also fought out of the city and are approaching from the south!"

Lin Xiuzhen and the others will be as earthy as ever.

Attacking from three sides, this is really a complete desperate situation.

If you only rob the camp all the way, wait for the enemy's sharp strength to be depleted, gather superior forces, and eat all the cavalry of the Three Rivers Sword Sect.

But now......

Is it going to repeat the scene of the first battle of Hanshui and the collapse of the whole army?

If there is another fiasco like that, the temple will not be able to support it, and it is likely to fall apart!

"The hall master...... This ......" Lin Xiuzhen's lips trembled.

A look of fear appeared in Su Can's beautiful eyes. He was still young at the time of the Battle of Hanshui and did not fight, but his biological father Su Mu was killed by Xue Yiren in that battle in order to protect Su Mengzhen.

Even Ji Hongyan, who has always been a brave female middle school, also looked a little uneasy, and the two flesh bullets under the steel armor fluctuated, and the complete armor also fluctuated.

In the famous romantic figure, the master of the Western Regions Gun City, Shu Jian arranged the Fanghua spectrum in his spare time, divided into three fairies and ten beauties. Su Mengzhen's beloved daughter Su Lanjin is one of the three fairies, and Ji Hongyan is ranked ninth among the ten beauties. Although there is a big gap in rankings, because of her excellent figure, Ji Hongyan has a lot of suitors, not much more than Su Lanjin.

However, now the scene is so beautiful that no one is in the mood to watch it.

The hall master Su Mengzhen looked solemn, but he turned his gaze to Wu Feng to the side.

Even on the battlefield, Su Mengzhen was still wearing a clean green robe, and his temperament was sassy.

"Feng'er, are you afraid?" asked Su Mengzhen.

"Don't be afraid. Wu Feng showed a bright smile heartlessly.

"Good. Su Mengzhen nodded.

"Don't move the soldiers and horses in other directions, so as not to disrupt the arrangement in a panic. Get ready to take on the Huangxu Dao who killed Anxiang City, as well as Li Zhong's reinforcements. Su Mengzhen looked at Su Can: "Can'er, you take your own troops to support that direction, and Lin Tonggu will also follow." But Lin Xiuzhen and Ruoxue stayed. ”

The generals were puzzled, Zhao Zhonggao had already brought the heavy cavalry of the Blood Killing Battalion and the light cavalry of the Night City to kill, but Li Zhong and Huang Xudao had not yet been killed. Su Mengzhen asked Su Can and Lin Tonggu to go over to support over there!

Originally, the troops on this side seemed to be overstretched, and the situation was critical. Church Master...... Am you crazy?

However, Su Mengzhen will do what he says, and no one can disobey the orders he says, even if it is for everyone to die.

But seeing Su Mengzhen waving his hand, his momentum was like a mountain, and he said categorically: "In the direction of Zhao Zhonggao, I will personally go into battle to fight." ”

In such a dangerous situation, his eyes were as sharp as knives, full of the will to win, and it was as if the enemies who were surging like mountains and seas were just in his pocket.