On the outer hills of Wild Fox Ridge.

Xu Yi, who was dressed in a full suit of black lacquer Shunshui Mountain Wenjia, stood extremely straight on the edge of the north side of the Yan Army's command.

With an indifferent look on his face, he looked at the bloody battlefield not far below that was comparable to a large human purgatory.

The army of the Corpse Chaser King, which was originally raging and rampant, was attacked by the Yan army's soldiers, giant crossbow arrows, and flying stones the size of human heads.

In an instant, like a frightened sheep, he fled in all directions.

For a time, within two or three hundred steps below the high platform of the entire Yan army, there were panicked Hun cavalry figures everywhere.

However.

Just as the chaos two or three hundred steps below the high platform under the command of the Yan army was spreading rapidly.

Suddenly, there was a Hun cavalry with about 1,000 soldiers and horses, fighting the corpse to chase the king Daxu.

Almost rampage out of the chaos.

Ran straight towards the high platform commanded by the Yan army.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill the enemy commander!"

"Kill the enemy commander!"

"Kill the enemy commander!"

The rampage of thousands of corpses chased the king's army.

With red eyes and a hideous look on his face, the Corpse King Haman kept urging his guards.

Before he knew it, the sword in the hand of Haman, the corpse chasing king, had already broken through several gaps.

The armor on his body was already red.

"One hundred and fifty steps to go!"

"One hundred and fifty steps to go!"

"Kill the enemy's commander! This king has a great reward!"

"Kill the enemy's commander! This king has a great reward!"

"Kill the enemy's commander! This king has a great reward!"

The Corpse Chase King Haman struggled to wield the sword in his hand, constantly slashing and slashing the rout of the headquarters that stood in his way.

Between slashing and killing, he looked up from time to time to glance at the enemy commander in black armor who was always standing on the enemy's command platform.

His red eyes were full of madness.

However.

Just as the Corpse King Haman panted and slashed down once again a cavalryman from his headquarters who was in his way.

Finally, he led the army to move forward more than twenty or thirty steps again.

More than 150 paces on the outer hills of Yehu Ridge, a large number of heavily armored cavalry equipped with men and horses suddenly appeared.

Fang Yi appeared.

The tower-like enemy heavy cavalry rushed towards their own side with lightning speed.

See this scene.

The corpse king Haman's face, which was originally red from the fight, couldn't help but turn pale in an instant.

Its complexion is pale, and the best rice paper of the Zhou Dynasty is still surpassed.

"It's over."

"It's over."

"It's all over."

The corpse king Haman looked at the heavy cavalry of the Yan army, which was already close at hand, and couldn't help but laugh miserably.

"Tefleur."

"If you can, run away."

"If you are lucky, you will escape and ascend to heaven."

"Please also go to my father."

"Let his old man avenge the king."

Haman, the corpse chaser king, looked at the sword in his hand with an unwilling face, which had already broken several gaps.

With a miserable smile, he looked at the heavy armored cavalry of the Yan Army, which was already close at hand, and pleaded weakly.

The words fell.

Don't wait for the response of Tiefler, a big man in the Chinese army not far away.

Haman, the Corpse King, suddenly raised the sword in his hand, which had already burst into several gaps.

Then he wanted to kill himself.

However.

Before he could reach the knife in his hand to his neck.

A spear slammed in from the front, and it was lightning fast

Covering his ears, he picked up the sword in his hand.

"Dog offal still wants to kill himself?!"

"If you let you kill yourself in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Brother Xin can't be skinned alive!"

"Yan Nanxing!"

"Tie up this grandson for Lao Tzu and send it to the prince!"

Niu Yuanheng, the general of the Yan Army's Tiefutu, picked up the corpse with one shot, and chased the treasure knife in the hand of King Haman.

Then he smashed the corpse king Haman off the horse, and he kept cursing and scolding.

The words fell.

Don't wait for the hundreds of officials under his command to respond.

Niu Yuanheng immediately led his army again and rushed towards the Hun cavalry in front of him.

"Obey!"

Yan Nanxing, who had always followed Niu Yuanheng closely, heard the words and hurriedly responded.

Immediately, he took more than a dozen soldiers under his command to break away from the battle formation, and tightly surrounded the corpse king Haman, who had been smashed off the horse's back by Niu Yuanheng with a shot.

After the group of robes behind him lined up and walked through this place.

Yan Nanxing turned over and dismounted, and walked quickly with three people in his hands, although he fell to the ground and couldn't stand it, but he always cursed Haman, the corpse chasing king in his mouth.

"Up!"

Yan Nanxing roared, and then rushed to the upper left side of the corpse king Haman with a gun.

Then he swung his spear and slammed it into the left arm of Haman, the king of corpses.

The other three swung their guns almost simultaneously and slammed their guns into the right arm and legs of Haman, the king of corpses.

After four shots.

The corpse king Haman was instantly paralyzed, and he no longer had the slightest power to resist.

"Shut your mouth!"

"Tie it up and take it away!"

Yan Nanxing put away the gun and ordered with a laugh.

God knows when he saw that the corpse king was in his own defensive line.

Niu Yuanheng's thousands of Tiefutu soldiers were so excited.

Although Yan Nanxing had never seen the portrait of Haman, the corpse king.

But from what Niu Yuanheng said before and his attitude towards this person.

It is not difficult to see that this person is Haman, one of the twenty-four elders of the Huns.

Now as one of the twenty-four chiefs of the Huns, the corpse king Haman was captured by his own troops.

The excitement in Yan Nanxing's heart can be imagined.

Not much.

In the past, the corpse king Haman, one of the twenty-four chiefs of the Huns, had been completely tied up by several soldiers of the Yan army.

"So I will present it to the prince!"

Seeing that the corpse king Haman has been tied up with five flowers.

And his mouth was stuffed with a ball of rags that he had found out of nowhere.

Yan Nanxing immediately waved his hand, and led several of his subordinates to escort the corpse King Haman straight towards the command platform not far away.

Meanwhile.

On the outer hills of Wild Fox Ridge.

Dressed in a full suit of black lacquer, he stood extremely upright on the edge of the north side of the Yan Army's command.

Xu Yi, who was looking at the entire battlefield below with an indifferent face, had also found that Yan Nanxing and the others were not advancing but retreating.

and the figure of the Hun general who was tied up by five flowers in the hands of Yan Nanxing and others.

See this scene.

Xu Yi's indifferent face couldn't help but fluctuate slightly.

At this time, the battle below has completely turned on a one-sided trend.

Xin Sixuan's troops, You Yaoqing's troops, Ye Guolu's Yan army's soldiers, as well as Muhua's and Aguli's Xiongnu troops.

It has formed a situation of encircling the troops under the command of the corpse chasing the king on three sides.

At this time, more than ten people suddenly separated from the heavy armored cavalry of Niu Yuanheng and Zhang Junsong, who were responsible for driving the enemy head-on.

He escorted a Xiongnu general towards the command platform.

Don't think about it.

can deduce the identity of the Hun general who was escorted by the five flowers.

That's what I think about.

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The corners of Yi's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, outlining a smile that was difficult to understand.

"Let them come."

Xu Yi calmed down slightly, stretched out his finger and pointed to the 100 steps that had already reached the commanding platform.

And Yan Nanxing and others, who were defending the Chinese army guards at a hundred steps from the command platform, immediately gave an order.

"Yes!"

The leader of the conscience, who had always been guarding Xu Yi's body, immediately leaned over and hugged his fists in response.

Not much.

Yan Nanxing and two Tiefutu heavy armored cavalry escorted the corpse of Haman, who had been tied up by the five flowers, and followed the footsteps of the Chinese army's personal guards to the command platform.

"Xuanjia Battalion, Tiefu Tu Jiaqu, Hundred Households, Yan Nanxing, visit the prince."

Yan Nanxing stopped five steps away from the command platform, and then faced the command platform, bent down deeply and hugged his fists in salute.

"My subordinates meet the prince."

"My subordinates meet the prince."

The two heavy armored cavalrymen of the Iron Floating Slaughter, who escorted the corpse king Haman and his companions, trembled slightly, followed closely behind him and saluted.

"Excuse me."

Xu Yi took a deep look at the battlefield below, which was a foregone conclusion, and then walked towards the eastern edge of the command platform.

"Thank you, Lord Xie."

"Thank you, Lord Xie."

"Thank you, Lord Xie."

When Yan Nanxing heard this, he immediately leaned over again and hugged his fists and gave a thank-you salute.

"Take the stuff out of this man's mouth."

Xu Yi condescendingly looked at the corpse king Haman, who was full of murderous intent, and then commanded without hesitation.

"Obey!"

When Yan Nanxing heard this, he immediately hugged his fists again and saluted.

Then he quickly turned around and tore off the rag from the mouth of the corpse king Haman.

"Phew!"

The rags in his mouth were torn off.

The corpse king Haman, who was full of murderous intent, immediately struggled to spit out a mouthful of filth towards Xu Yi on the command platform.

Although the filthy thing is destined to fail to fall on Xu Yi's body.

But the insulting meaning of this move is extremely strong.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The filth in the mouth of Haman, the king of corpses, burst out.

Yan Nanxing, who was half a step away in front of him, immediately swung his fist hard and slammed three punches straight towards the mouth of the Corpse King.

After three punches.

The teeth in the mouth of Haman, the corpse king, fell out in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that his limbs would have been broken by Yan Nanxing and others.

And there are two more people behind him.

Haman, the corpse chaser king in severe pain, must have been rolling on the ground at this time.

"Escort him to the high platform."

Xu Yi glanced at Yan Nanxing noncommittally, and then looked slightly sideways at the leader of the conscience who had always stood within half a step of his side.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the leader of the heart of conscience immediately leaned over and saluted with his fists, and then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the high platform.

"Stand back and recuperate."

"A herald will come looking for you later."

"When the time comes, answer truthfully."

Xu Yi looked down at Yan Nanxing, who was still full of fierceness in the audience, and couldn't wait to give the corpse king Haman a few more punches.

Then he chuckled.

"Obey!"

Yan Nanxing was instantly happy when he heard this, and then quickly turned around to face Xu Yi and bowed deeply and hugged his fists.

In the ranks of the Yan army.

The heralds under the command of Wang Jingbo are not just heralds.

As the mouthpiece of the commander and the necessary bridge between the officers and soldiers of the various departments.

The heralds under the command of Wang Jingbo also shouldered the heavy responsibility of unifying the merit on the battlefield.

That's why.

Yan Nanxing, who was originally full of fierceness, would only be able to find him when he heard that the herald would look for him later.

I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart.

Not much.

Yan Nanxing and the others retreated.

Haman, the corpse chaser, also "ascended" to the high platform under the command of the Yan army with the concerted efforts of the leader of the conscience and several Chinese army guards.

"Disarming the king of corpses."

"Find another bed for him."

"Please watch the battlefield with Lonely."

Xu Yi glanced at Haman, the bloody corpse king with a blurred mouth, with an indifferent face, and then turned around and walked towards the edge of the north side of the command high.

Meanwhile.

The two Hundred Guards moved the Taishi Chair, which was originally located at the top of the head, to the edge of the north side of the Command High School.

Xu Yi sat down steadily on the Taishi chair.

Then he calmed down for a moment and looked at the battlefield below.

As far as the eye can see.

It can be seen that groups of Xiongnu defeated soldiers are constantly divided, encircled and suppressed by a group of Yan army soldiers.

It keeps falling like a stubble of leeks.

"Half an hour at most."

"This battle will be over."

Xu Yi sat upright on the Taishi chair and muttered in a low voice with an indifferent expression.

Not much.

The three pairs of armor were gone, and the corpse of King Haman, who was wearing only a thin middle coat, was put on a bed not far from Xu Yi by two guards with a conscience.

"Enlighten the master."

"The Corpse King has arrived."

The two conscience guards stood behind the corpse king Haman, and then faced Xu Yi and leaned down deeply and clenched his fists to reply.

"Okay."

Xu Yi nodded slightly, then looked away from the battlefield below, and looked slightly sideways at Haman, the corpse king.

"If the mouth is not clean again."

"Pull out all the teeth in your mouth."

"Cut off half of your tongue and roast it and feed it."

And when he saw that Haman, the king of corpses, wanted to spit out filthy things in his mouth.

Xu Yi immediately chuckled and said in warning.

He smiled a little.

But that smile made the back of Haman, the king of corpses, cool for no reason.

The limbs of the current corpse king Haman were all broken by Yan Nanxing and others with guns.

Even the teeth in his mouth were shattered by Yan Nanxing's three punches.

He knew that at this time, even if he wanted to kill himself again, he would not be able to do it in the slightest.

And Xu Yi in front of him obviously has countless means to make himself unable to survive and die.

The current corpse king Haman can only hope that Tiefler, the leader of the Chinese army, will be lucky and escape.

Only then can there be a chance for revenge.

That's what I think about.

Haman, the corpse chaser king, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness in his heart.

"For...... Why don't you just kill the king?"

His heart was full of sorrow, and the corpse king Haman was weakly vague.

"Lone will let you die."

"But not now."

Xu Yi chuckled and shook his head, then looked at the battlefield below again.

"When will this king die?"

Seeing this, Haman, the corpse chase, asked inarticulately.

"There will be a day."

"Alright."

"Don't keep talking nonsense."

"Let's enjoy the courage of my Yan soldiers with Lone."

Xu Yi chuckled and shook his head, then spoke again.

Hear this.

Haman, the Corpse King, couldn't help but look down.

As far as the eye can see.

It can be seen that the Yan army has completely completed the encirclement.

And they are constantly forming formations and repeatedly rushing to kill the routs under their command.

And the defeated soldiers under his command fell in pieces under the repeated rush of the Yan army.

At this time, the battlefield below has completely transformed into a purgatory on earth.

Seeing that his former subordinates were constantly slaughtered by the Yan army.

And the Yan army obviously wants to do a total annihilation.

The last glimmer of hope in the heart of Haman, the corpse chaser, collapsed in an instant.