The situation was stalemate until the afternoon of the next day, during which Yan Shaohai tried to break through several times, but each time before the people were assembled, the other party had already set up a bow and crossbow.

Not only that, but as time went on, horse stakes and ropes were erected, and even the other side dug deep pits in front of them in order to slow them down.

Yan Rongrong couldn't help but scold here: "These bastards, what do you say they are trying to do for half a day?" ”

Figure what? This is also Yan Shaohai's question, the northwest has always been a bitter cold place, and the other party does not hesitate to consume a lot of grain and grass to consume here, preventing himself from rushing to the aid of Chijinwei, so as to occupy the northwest, a place where birds don't?

But no matter what the other party's purpose is, they must be stopped!

On the third day, when the other party brought in a few cannons, Yan Shaohai finally couldn't help it, the clay man still had three points of anger, and he didn't bully people like this!

"All the soldiers listen to the order, now the military situation in the northwest is urgent, and we can only fight to the death to break the situation!" Yan Shaohai's eyes were red at this time, obviously moving the real fire.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! "20,000 soldiers waved their flags and shouted, and the shouts shook the heavens and the earth. Yan Rongrong looked at this kind second brother who was rarely angry, she silently put on her helmet and clenched the spear in her hand.

Looking at the 20,000 men who were waiting in battle, Yan Shaohai waved the order flag in his hand, and was about to launch an order, but one person and one horse were the first to rush out of the team.

The discipline of the dynastic army was strict, and those who did not obey orders were beheaded, and those who acted without permission were beheaded. Yan Shaohai is kind and kind, but he is quite strict in governing the army, and there has never been anyone under his command who dares to violate military orders.

This unprovoked rush immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the eyes of 20,000 people looked at the man in unison, wanting to see who was so ignorant of life and death.

The man was dressed in white with a white horse, and there was a white sword hanging from his waist, because he rushed out too quickly, so that everyone didn't see his appearance clearly, but when he passed by Yan Rongrong's side, the man turned his head to take a look, and Yan Rongrong saw that this person was covered with iron armor and did not show his true face.

The mysterious man covered with iron armor took the lead and rushed to the enemy formation, and the enemy was also stunned, and when he realized that the distance between the two had been shortened by half, the enemy hurriedly drew his bow and shot arrows.

The arrows rained down on the mysterious man, a sneer tugging at the corner of the man's mouth, and with an understatement, he casually brushed away the arrows that were fired at him, thousands of arrows surrounded him, but they did not hurt him in the slightest, not even the mount under him.

When he was only a hundred paces away from the enemy's formation, he jumped up, tapped his horse's back with his toes, abandoned his horse directly, and swept out diagonally from top to bottom, but his speed was a few points faster than that of a horse.

The hundred-step distance was instantly stretched in front of him, and a person, a sword, and a white cloth pierced into the enemy group, and then, the screams from the enemy group pierced out again and again.

Before the first row of Northern Turks armed with bows and arrows could react, they were picked to eat, and the second and third rows were the same.

The man in white turned into a sharp blade like a green blade in his hand, making a sharp cut in the enemy group, and his head flew everywhere he went, and there were countless stumps and broken arms.

If one observes from the sky, one will find that the phalanx of 30,000 troops at this time is like a canvas, and a white robe is like a brush scratching over it, leaving a dazzling cinnabar brush mark in the place.

The formation of the Northern Turkist army was in chaos for a while, and Yan Shaohai in the distance saw the right time, and with an order, 20,000 iron horsemen came out.

He didn't know who the mysterious man was, but the other party had managed to disrupt the enemy's position, and he couldn't afford to waste this opportunity. Under a charge, the distance between the two armies was instantly shortened, and the moment the two collided, the Northern Turks' formation immediately collapsed, which was the result of the collision between the cavalry and the infantry - the infantry had no chance of winning.

At this moment, the mysterious figure who was still in the formation was flexible, the blade in his hand shimmered with cold light, and his mouth was still muttering, and only those who were close could hear this terrible sentence: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." ”

Growing up on horseback, the Northern Turks are not only good at riding, but also know how to deal with horses, and immediately found a way to deal with them after the chaos of being hit in the first round.

The pikemen who were originally hiding behind the archers quickly moved forward, replacing the archers at the front, and began to resist the cavalry on Yan Shahai's side.

The white-clothed swordsman in the depths of the enemy army was still muttering to himself, but the content became: "Sword style, flat boat!" ”

Then the momentum of his whole person suddenly changed, and he lost his previous calmness and ease, and was replaced by seriousness.

A sword slashed out, and an enemy in front of him was directly split in two. The surrounding enemy troops were not frightened by his move, but rushed towards him one by one without fear of death.

"Sword two style, take off the rabbit!" As the white-clothed swordsman spat out these words, his figure was like a rabbit, stabbing straight ahead, disappearing in place, and instantly appeared five steps in front of him, as if teleporting out of thin air. Only a few people who were stabbed to death by a sword within five steps could prove that he had indeed walked this road.

The sword is like a flat boat, he is like a flat boat into the river, even if the waves are rolling, he also breaks the waves; When he got rid of the rabbit with the sword, he turned into a rabbit, and even if he was caught in the wolves, he also won quickly.

"Sword three styles, hit the air!" The white-clothed swordsman moved with his sword, like a long eagle striking into the air, leaping out of the crowd. In this style, there were no casualties, and then the swordsman in the air launched the next move: "Sword four style, star fall!" His figure fell at an unreasonable speed, stabbing obliquely into the crowd in front of him, and after landing on the ground, without waiting for the reaction of the people around him, his body immediately turned around, and naturally collected a lot of heads in his hands, this whole set of movements flowed smoothly without the slightest delay.

The white-clothed swordsman made a very fast move, and his momentum was indomitable, and the Northern Turkistan army found that since the other party rushed into the crowd, he killed all the way to the depths, and successively used four sword moves, and even went a few points deeper, his target is probably the rear battalion, and the camp is the commander of the Northern Turkistan!

Finally, the Northern Turks, who reacted, rushed to the mysterious swordsman in white to stop him!

The swordsman looked at the Northern Turks' troops surrounding him, and the smile on his lips became thicker, they probably didn't even notice that at this moment their purpose was no longer to kill him, but to stop him.

"Sword Five Style ......" Just when the white-clothed swordsman shouted this sentence, there was a person in front of him who blocked the way, this person was one of the few people in the enemy group wearing iron armor, thinking that it should be a certain commander, the white-clothed swordsman looked at the other party with a smile, "Do you also want to dance?" Immediately, the sword light in his hand flashed, and when the other party reacted, his chest had been pierced, and the commander's eyes widened in disbelief, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and before he fell to the ground, he heard the man in white say the name of this style: Armor Piercing!