The banner army saw countless cavalry,

rushed towards himself overwhelmingly, and suddenly he was a little flustered!

But the elite is the elite! Although the 30,000 banner warriors panicked, they did not mess up!

Under the command of the Fusang generals, the Qiben Legion once again lined up in a cold and shining sword formation, facing the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry that was charging over.

Zhou Hao took the lead, and as soon as the knife formation was lined up, he had already rushed to the front, and he was about to be pierced into a sugar gourd by countless long knives!

But the hissing wind beast under the crotch once again performed a stunt at this time!

"Roar, roar!" A series of thunderous roars, the sonic waves that rolled up layers of snow on the ground, and struck towards the sword formation of the Banner Legion.

Directly opposite the Hissing Wind Beast was a battle formation of three hundred people. These three hundred Fusang Banner warriors were pierced through their eardrums by this series of loud roars, and they suddenly felt like their brains were smashed by a giant hammer!

"Ahh And the dozen or so people closest to the Hissing Wind Beast even had a trace of blood flowing from their ear holes!

A complete sword formation composed of three hundred people collapsed in an instant!

Too late to harvest the lives of the Qiben warriors who had lost their ability to resist, Zhou Hao continued to fight his horse and rushed straight towards the core of the Qiben Legion's battle formation.

Within the core of the battle array, there were more than 400 Northern Yan cavalrymen who were besieged and in danger! The only thought in Zhou Hao's mind now was to rescue them as soon as possible!

Zhou Hao rushed into the core of the battle array, and at the same time quickly pulled his bow and arrows, constantly shooting over one by one the flag warriors who tried to get close to him. In just a few moments, he shot two pots of arrows and killed fifty or sixty Samurai of the Banner.

And behind Zhou Hao, tens of thousands of iron horsemen rushed into the battle formation of the Qiben warriors like a flood. The sword formation of the Banner Legion may be able to stab the first wave of cavalry, but it will definitely not be able to block the ferocious impact of the second, third, or even hundreds of waves of cavalry.

When their battle formation collapsed, how could the 30,000 infantrymen who had lost the advantage of the battle formation be able to withstand the charge of more than 50,000 cavalry?

"It's over! My banner army is completely finished!" Toyotomi Shingen closed his eyes in pain when he saw the scene at the foot of the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, Toyotomi Shingen suddenly opened his eyes again and roared angrily: "No!

"Where is Hattori Hanzo?" only to hear Toyotomi Shingen shout sharply.

With this scream, in the dense forest behind Toyotomi Shingen, a ninja wearing a white tights, a white hood, a sword on his back, a white scarf masked, and a small ink-colored chrysanthemum embroidered on his left chest suddenly flashed.

The ninja's figure flashed slightly, and he had already come to Toyotomi Shingen's side, and said in a cold voice: "Lord Taiko, Hanzo obeys orders!"

Toyotomi Shingen's eyes were firmly fixed on the battle situation under the mountain, and he didn't look at Hattori Hanzo beside him, and ordered viciously: "Hattori Hanzo, I order you and other ninjas to go down the mountain immediately, and desperately rescue Shuji!"

"Hey!" Hattori Hanzo nodded in response, then turned and withdrew a few feet away, before pursing his lips and giving a long whistle.

As soon as the whistle was over, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the dense forest!

Immediately afterward, a group of ninjas dressed in the same way as Hattori Hanzo suddenly flashed out of the dense forest, and quickly swept in front of Hattori Hanzo and knelt down.

A hint of struggle flashed in Hattori Hanzo's eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, Lord Taiko's order is that the commander of Toyotomi Shuji must be rescued!

After speaking, Hattori Hanzo put his legs together, snorted his waist, and bowed to this group of seven or eight ninja teams!

This group of ninjas also hurriedly lowered their heads and said, "Lord Oni Ninja has a life, we will definitely do our best!"

Hattori Hanzo didn't say anything more, and his figure flashed and he was already a few feet away. A group of ninjas embroidered with golden chrysanthemums or silver chrysanthemums on their left chests hurriedly jumped up and followed closely

At this time, Zhou Hao had already rushed to the core of the battle formation of the Qiben Legion, and joined together with Hou Fatzi and others.

Zhou Hao saw from a distance the fat man Hou who was covered in blood and still wielding a thick-backed knife, and hurriedly shot an arrow behind him to knock over a banner warrior who wanted to sneak attack, and shouted loudly while flying forward: "Hou Tou, I, Zhou Hao, are back!"

The current Hou Fat Man was not only pierced in his thigh, but also scarred and bloodstained all over his body.

Hearing Zhou Hao's voice, Hou Fatzi suddenly felt that the whole person was slightly relieved, turned his head sideways to look at Zhou Hao, and said with an ugly smile: "Haozi, Hou Ye knows that you kid can do it!"

Zhou Hao looked at the miserable Hou Fat Man, as well as the few remaining three hundred riders around, and suddenly said sadly: "Hou Tou, I'm late, and I've made my brothers miserable!"

Hou Fatzi stretched out his hand to touch the blood stains on his face, and said with a smile: "It's not too late, as long as our brother is not dead, it's not too late!"

Zhou Hao's eyes were slightly red, and he hurriedly opened his bow and arrows to shoot the surrounding flag warriors one by one.

At this time, more than 50,000 iron horsemen had completely dispersed the battle formation of the Banner Legion. At this time, no matter how brave and fearless the Qiben Legion is, they know that if they continue like this, they will be completely sent to death, and they will not wait for anyone's order, turn around and flee to Qingyu Mountain.

As long as they fled into the mountains and forests, the cavalry of the Northern Yan could not help them.

Hou Fatzi, who had almost exhausted his last strength, raised his head and looked around at the fledging Qiben Legion.

Suddenly, there was infinite anger in Hou Fatzi's eyes, and he pointed to a Fusang general in silver helmet and silver armor in the distance, and the master roared angrily: "Haozi, that is the leader of the Fusang people, don't let him go, our two thousand brothers died at his hands!"

When Zhou Hao heard this, he hurriedly looked sideways, only to see a hundred zhang away, a Fusang general in silver armor and silver armor, under the escort of several banner warriors, was quickly fleeing towards Qingyu Mountain.

Hearing that this was the culprit who killed the two thousand brothers, Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly rose with murderous intent, and the hissing wind beast under his crotch between his legs quickly chased after him.

The Fuso general was none other than the commander of the Banner Legion, Toyotomi Hideji, who was fleeing to the mountains with his life under the escort of several personal samurai.

But where are the legs of a horse as fast as a horse's legs! Just in the blink of an eye, Zhou Hao chased within forty zhang, and without saying a word, the three-star arrows shot out and went straight to the Toyotomi Xiuji.

Several of Toyotomi Hideji's personal guards are naturally also warriors. One of the warriors heard the strong wind coming, and hurriedly turned his head to take a look, and saw a ray of cold light coming straight towards his master's back!

The warrior was shocked, and quickly stood up, blocking the back of Toyotomi Hideji, and then blocked the first arrow with the Taidao in his hand.

Before the guard could breathe a sigh of relief, the second arrow arrived in front of him!