As soon as the Chu River landed, he felt the difference from when he was on the wooden city wall.

Now he was facing enemies from all directions, slashing and shooting arrows from nowhere.

When the surrounding Sheng Jun saw the Chu River that jumped down, they were stunned at first, and then they immediately hula and surrounded him.

After slashing and killing six enemy pawns in a row, Chu He regretted it a little, Yan Chen, a martial artist of the Six Realms, how could he need the help of his own small Three Realms?

But seeing that Yan Chen in front of him was surrounded by many people, and he couldn't kill him to help, Chu He was very anxious.

At this time, some changes took place on the battlefield again, and someone jumped from the wooden wall.

Chu He took a closer look and found that it was Wu Zhiwei, the head of the spear art sect of the Golden Armor Battalion.

After Wu Zhiwei jumped down, he showed an amazing momentum, a spear danced like a swimming dragon, and more than a dozen Sheng soldiers next to him died under the tip of his spear in a blink of an eye. For a while, the limelight was no less than Yan Chen, who rushed to the front and chiseled the formation crazily.

Han Ao, who was riding on a horse in the distance, was being protected by more than a hundred personal soldiers in the middle at this time, looking at the three people who jumped down from the wooden city wall from a distance.

Han Ao sneered and said disdainfully: "Hmph, the courage of the horseman." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the three people who were surrounded by layers in the distance, and said loudly to his subordinates: "Do you see it?" They have already begun to die throes! Eat them for me! And overturn that damn wooden box! ”

On the wooden city wall, Wang Minglun also noticed the strangeness on the battlefield, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed at Yan Chen, who had already rushed into the depths of the enemy formation, and asked urgently in disbelief: "Who is that?" ”

The subordinate general looked at it carefully, and then hurriedly replied, "That seems to be ...... It's Captain Yan Chenyan! ”

"What did you say?" Wang Minglun, who was still calmly commanding, only felt that his blood was rushing to the top of his head, and he almost fainted, and was hurriedly supported by the general.

Wang Minglun looked at the partial general and ordered: "Quick! Plan ahead, pick up Yan Chen, quickly! ”

This general is Wang Minglun's confidant, so he knows Yan Chen's identity, and he also realizes the seriousness of the matter, so he hurriedly took out the bird whistle that had been prepared long ago from his arms, and blew it three times in a row, two short and one long.

The sharp whistle suddenly resounded throughout Ba'an Mountain, which was the signal that the Jinjia Battalion had spoken in advance.

In the pitch-black woods of the mountains on both sides, countless soldiers of the Golden Armor Battalion suddenly appeared, rushing down from the mountains on both sides, and there were at least a thousand people on each side.

The Sheng army, who was still in high spirits, was suddenly frightened by this ambush army, and looked at the enemies who rushed down from top to bottom, screaming and killing, and their already not very firm psychological defense line was suddenly overwhelmed.

The two thousand golden armor battalion ambushed the soldiers, and they used the momentum to enter the formation, and the entire Sheng army formation was squeezed and deformed in an instant.

Sheng Bing, who faced the ambush of the Golden Armor Battalion, had completely lost the fighting spirit to resist, and subconsciously retreated, inevitably stumbling under his feet.

As long as the soldier is tripped and falls to the ground, there is no chance to get up. Because in an instant, countless feet will be trampled on their bodies until they are trampled alive.

Han Ao looked at the scattered army that had been charged, and his heart was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do for a while, so he could only shout palely: "Resist it for me!" Press back! Those who retreat will be killed! ”

But the defeat was like a mountain, and no one listened to him at this time.

After not having to fight on the narrow wooden walls, the brave and good fighting of the soldiers of the Golden Armor Battalion was finally fully brought into play.

The group of stragglers who were pushed to the vanguard position of the Sheng army became lambs to the slaughter in the face of the elite of the Liang army.

Han Ao looked at the situation on the battlefield and finally began to calm down, he realized that he was powerless at this time and had to retreat.

Originally, these 10,000 so-called vanguard troops were cannon fodder sent out by Liu Baiming to send them to death, and it was best to disrupt the enemy army, waiting for the elite to start harvesting.

In this situation like this, although he was killed a little miserably, he was barely able to accept it, at least he Han Ao had figured out the enemy's defense situation, and he could be regarded as having an explanation when facing Liu Baiming.

"Give me the order and retreat in an orderly manner! The pro-soldier team protects me and goes first! After Han Ao gave the order, he turned his horse's head and prepared to evacuate.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at his own soldiers, who were already on their backs, and thought to himself how many people could escape, depending on their own creation.

But he, Han Ao, wanted to leave, but Yan Chen might not agree.

After the ambush soldiers on the mountains on both sides were killed, Yan Chen's pressure dropped sharply, and the speed of advancing more than doubled.

Chu He and Wu Zhiwei behind him had also rushed to his rear to protect the back road for him.

Han Ao wanted to ride his horse back and escape, but found that there were all his own people behind him, and this group of panicked stragglers blocked his retreat tightly.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Han Ao roared angrily.

No one listened to him, all of them thought only about how to save their lives.

Han Ao drew his saber and pointed forward, "Kill Lao Tzu!" ”

General Han, who had been a brother to these stragglers before, actually commanded his own soldiers to slaughter his own people at this moment of life and death, just to open a route to escape.

But killing people also takes time.

Obviously, the speed at which Han Ao personally killed his own people was far less fast than the speed at which Yan Chen rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Chen had already killed less than fifty meters away from Han Ao.

Han Ao's eyes were bloodshot and his face was hideous, and he commanded his own soldiers to besiege Yan Chen, "Kill him for me!" ”

Although the strength of these pro-soldiers is much stronger than those stragglers, they are still as fragile as tofu in the face of Yan Chen, a martial artist in the Six Realms, and Wu Zhiwei, who is asking for his life with guns and guns.

Han Ao could only watch in despair as the three of them got closer and closer to him.

Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters......

Yan Chen turned his head sideways and yelled: "Old Wu! Help me! ”

Wu Zhiwei comprehended, stuck his spear deep into the ground, and held the other end by himself.

Yan Chen jumped lightly and jumped onto the handle of the gun.

The wooden handle was pressed out of an exaggerated arc, and then Wu Zhiwei exerted his strength, the handle quickly recovered, and Yan Chen was ejected like a cannonball.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Chen was already in front of Han Ao.

Although Han Ao was also a martial artist, he was only in the four realms, and he had almost no ability to fight back against Yan Chen, especially in this chaotic situation.

Out of instinctive reaction, he raised his hand to block it.

But Yan Chen's sword, which was full of Yuan Force, borrowed a huge momentum, which Han Ao could not stop.

Han Ao's saber was cut in two, and then his right arm holding the knife was also directly cut off by the roots.

Wang Minglun, who was standing on the wooden city wall and watching the battle, stomped his feet hard.

"Good!"

But what happened next is not something that General Wang can understand.

Yan Chen did not kill Han Ao, who had lost the ability to resist, with his own hands, but kicked him in front of Chu He.

"Creek! Kill! ”

Chu He glanced at Yan Chen, did not hesitate, held the knife in both hands, aimed at Han Ao's neck, and slashed it hard.