Sifoxian was like a humanoid beast, and a short spear flew from his chest. The mace in his hand slashed horizontally, smashing away a Ming soldier with a big shield in both hands. Turning around and slashing Huashan with one move, the mace made of stainless steel directly hit his head.

The exploding head was like a rotten watermelon, red and white scattered, and two eyeballs shot out. The exploding skull was steaming hot, and it "crackled" on the big shield of the Ming army.

Qin Minping stared at a pair of blood-red eyes, and urged the horse to rush out of the formation. This is already the main formation of the white pole soldiers, and if you rush inside, the military formation will be penetrated. If you let this monster come back from behind, you won't need the white pole soldier's military formation.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Sifer first knew that the Ming army general was coming. Once again, he smashed a Ming soldier who rushed over, and his hands clutched the mace in his hand. The person's body did not retreat, but advanced, and pounced on Qin Minping like a tiger down the mountain.

Ignoring Qin Minping's spear stabbed by the horse's momentum, the mace in his hand was rounded and smashed into the head of the war horse with the wind.

The mace directly shattered the horse's head, and the barbs on it almost scraped off half of the horse's face. Hot brains, sprayed on Sifson's body. The corpse of the war horse that had lost its strength still rushed forward under the action of inertia!

Losing the war horse under his crotch, the spear in Qin Minping's hand was weakly pierced on Xifoxian's armor. Just a little dent in the armor, and a white mark. Qin Minping was also battle-hardened, and his body rolled and fell under the horse. Not crushed by the dead horse corpse!

Rolling on the spot, the mace that Xifo smashed down first smashed into a big pit on the ground, and Qin Minping felt that his heart was shocked and stopped. He tried to stand up, but was kicked down by Siever.

"Dashuai!" Qin Minping's pro-army went crazy, and seven or eight people rushed over together. One was stoned to death by Sifer first, and the rest clasped hands. Hugging legs, there are also people hugging their waists.

"Wow......!" Siffer roared like a bear, and his body spun like a spinning top. The man who grabbed his arm was thrown out like a kite. The old fist with the iron gloves hit the face of the Ming army soldier who was holding his thigh.

With just one punch, it shattered the bone. The two eyeballs shot out of their sockets as if they were loaded with springs, sticking to the iron armor of Sifersian and staring at the bloody battlefield.

With a wave of his hand, he swung another throwing knife, and the mace turned around. directly smashed the head of the Ming army soldier holding the other leg, and the body flew out five or six meters away with a thigh, smashing away other Ming soldiers who wanted to rescue.

Qin Minping took the opportunity to be dragged back to his own position by the pro-army!

"Fuck me! Is this thing human? "Ao Canghai, who has seen a big battle, was surprised that a watermelon could be stuffed into his mouth. It's just that Sifer is the first to shake the military formation of the white pole soldiers. This humanoid beast turned into the arrow of the yellow standardguard, and was deeply inserted into the Ming army's main formation.

Seeing Sifoxian's bravery, the Eight Banners in the distance cheered loudly.

A black thing smashed at Sifo first, and Sifo dodged sideways first. This is the Ming army's fire oil jar, which is filled with fire oil. As long as you break yourself, someone will throw torches or shoot rockets. Burn yourself alive! After dealing with the Ming army for so many years, he has long been familiar with the routines of the Ming army.

The Ming army's fire oil is not so much, and it is generally necessary to kill the Ming army's main formation before encountering such a killing move.

casually handled a large shield of the Ming army, and the Ming army needed two hands to lift the big shield. In his hand, he was as light as chopsticks, and with a large shield, he constantly blocked the flying oil jar. As long as the pro-army around him keeps up, he can directly kill the Ming army. Cut down their banners and kill their generals. No matter how powerful the Ming army is, it will immediately collapse.

Peeking behind him, the soldiers were only twenty or thirty paces away from him.

Several people suddenly rushed out of the Ming army's formation, all of whom were holding smoking oil jars in their hands.

"Holy! Isn't this looking for death? Ao Canghai exclaimed.

There's no doubt about the oil jar, and God knows when it will explode. If you're lucky, throw it and smash it on the enemy, and if you're unlucky, you'll explode in your own hands.

"Bang!" The fire oil jar in the hand of a Ming sergeant exploded, and the whole person became a fire man.

Sifo took a step back in fright, for he saw that the burning man was staring at him with blood-red eyes, and he was lunging at him like a madman.

The mace in his hand rounded and smashed the man out, and two people, one on the left and one on the right, hugged his body. These two people ......! There's a smoking jar of oil!

There were two dull sounds, "bang" and "bang", and the oil jar burst open. The orange flame ignited out of thin air, and the three people who hugged each other all turned into flaming torches.

"Ah......h Feeling the scorching flames, Sifer let out a terrible scream. He wanted to get rid of the two people who had clung to him, but the two people covered in fire clung to Sifer and refused to let go. One of them opened his mouth, revealing Sensen's white fangs, and bit down on Sifson's armor.

The face was distorted under the flames, and under the heat wave, the man actually bit Sifer like a wolf without telling his mouth.

"Wow......!" Sifer first howled in circles, trying to throw people out. But they couldn't shake it off, and the pain of the burning flames penetrated into the cracks of people's hearts. Sifer quickly lost his mind, and the mace in his hand flicked wildly. It doesn't matter if it is the Ming army or the Eight Banners who are close to him. As long as it touches something, it smashes it, and with two people who are on fire, spinning like a top.

The three of them seemed to be glued together, those Eight Banners who wanted to come forward to rescue. He was stoned to death by Sifo first, and no one dared to step forward. can only look at his own commander, helplessly let out a terrible howl in the flames.

"Ah......h Sifer's last cry was like a muffled thunder in the sky. Flames seemed to emerge from his mouth!

The blazing fire emitted black smoke and steamed upwards.

The Eight Banners are crazy, and so are the White Pole Soldiers. The soldiers raised their weapons and frantically pounced on all the creatures in different uniforms. They cut with knives, stab with spears, grasp with their hands, bite with their teeth! They attack their own kind in every way they can think of or can't think of it.

None of the onlookers on both sides of the strait spoke, and none of them made a sound. In addition to the sound of blade impact, tearing, and shouting, there was only the screams that kept coming.

The snow rustled as it fell into the muddy river. It seems that the footsteps of a dead man are no longer clear, whether this is the Hunhe River or the Lethe River!