"Where righteousness goes, there is death and no life!"

The wilderness reigned supreme, and thousands of white-horse-robed cavalry were in deep trouble, roaring and trying to break through the army of more than 10,000 that surrounded them.

Where righteousness goes, there is death and no life. But now Bai Mayi is like falling into a puddle of mud, being dragged to death.

At the beginning, in the face of more than 10,000 Jingying Iron Cavalry, Bai Ma Yi had never fallen into such a predicament.

"General, you can't rush out!" A white horse said anxiously.

"!"

Yan Gang was covered in blood at this time, and said angrily: "Tens of thousands of iron horsemen in the Beijing camp have been crushed by us, let me tell you, in this world, there is no formation that our white horse righteousness can never break." ”

Behind the tens of thousands of troops, there was an unhurried layout of a man in a black shirt: "The left flank is defective, the Chinese army sends 800 troops, advances 400 steps, the right flank is too protruding, retreats 200 steps, let the spearmen go up and restrain their cavalry." The archers advanced one hundred and eighty paces and stood still. Retreat the cavalry, don't be held back by the enemy......"

The black-shirted man in his thirties evoked a disdainful sneer: "Qi Sihu Yan Gang? White Horse Righteous Servant? However, in this case, Han Jinhu, the marshal of the Jingying Palace, had his brain in water, and let more than 10,000 elite iron horsemen fold in the hands of this third-rate goods. ”

There were a number of generals gathered in the large camp in the army, but this black-shirted man was the only one who gave orders, just like the stars and the moon, and he was the only one shining.

……

If you look down from the sky, you will find that tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are in a ring shape, locking the white horse from the dead, as if putting shackles on the trapped beast, constantly tightening the shackles and compressing the living space of the white horse Yicong, so cautious that it is suffocating.

As the shrinkage circle gets smaller and smaller, the chances of escape for the white horse are getting smaller and smaller.

This tactic Wu Qi has also used before, but unlike this time, Wu Qi is more trapped with less, and kills 50,000 elite Beijing battalions with 40,000 people.

Yan Gang was also aware of this situation, so he spared no effort to break through. But every time he just broke out of an encirclement, he would find that there was a denser encirclement that locked him, like a blocked labyrinth, and he could never break out.

"Draw in the battle distance, don't spread out!" Yan Gang yelled.

As the war entered the white heat, the people behind the scenes seemed to be no longer satisfied with just trapping the white horse Yizhi, but launched a killing move and began to cut the military formation. Once the military formation is cut, the combat effectiveness of the white horse will drop greatly, and every time it is cut, the white horse will be weaker by one point. When the army of the White Horse Righteous Servant is completely dispersed, they are the meat on the board, waiting to be eaten and wiped clean.

However, just when Yan Gang was in despair, a black line appeared in front of him, which was gradually approaching them.

Haw Par Ride!

The leader holds a silver spear in his hand, wearing dark armor, like a tiger descending the mountain, which is terrifying!

It's the prince and his tiger and leopard riding!

When Yan Gang saw Zhu Huan coming to help, he was first ecstatic, and then fell into self-blame.

If he hadn't acted rashly, how could he have brought so much trouble to the prince?

The tiger and leopard rider is the prince's personal guard, and he rarely makes a move, not to mention that the prince himself led the army to help!

"Let's fight!"

Zhu Huan took the lead and rushed into the formation, waving the silver spear in his hand, and where the spear passed, there was a lot of flesh and blood!

……

"Oh?"

The man in black was surprised: "King Qi personally went into battle, it's really interesting." ”

The generals in the middle camp were already trembling: What a funny! That's King Qi!

King Qi: Who is that? The famous God of Killing!

Emperor Jianwen, who imprisoned him, was finally imprisoned by him, and the most elite Beijing camp of the Ming Dynasty was slaughtered by him, and Zhenjiang City was broken through with 3,000 light cavalry.

Light cavalry siege? Something that I couldn't even think of before!

Who knows why this killing god appeared in the hinterland of the Southern Army, but everyone couldn't help but tremble just when they heard King Qi's name.

But they set their eyes on the black-shirted man again, and only then did they stop trembling.

No matter how powerful King Qi is, he is not as powerful as this one.

……

"I'm in trouble."

Zhu Huan frowned slightly.

He had already killed his armor soaked in blood, but he didn't have the slightest intention of breaking through.

Three thousand white horses plus six thousand tigers and leopards, nine thousand cavalry, were trapped by 10,000 people?

Even ordinary cavalry would not be trapped by infantry of the same size on the plains!

This is the first time that Zhu Huan feels so tricky.

"Have you found the enemy's Daxu?" Zhu Huan asked.

Yan Gang hesitated for a moment and said, "Back to the prince, the enemy army seems to be ...... There is no big hair. ”

"What's that?" Zhu Huan thought he had misheard.

"Lord Wang, the enemy army really doesn't have a big army."

That's the military flag!

Even the bandits of three or four hundred people know how to hold a big shot, and these tens of thousands of soldiers and horses don't have a big shot?

What a joke!

In an army, the military flag means morale, and if the military flag falls, it will naturally be defeated.

An invincible army usually collapses and quickly withdraws its troops after the enemy sees their big fight.

However, now there are more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and there is not even a big one??

Although Zhu Huan couldn't see it, he could already faintly feel the arrogance of the people behind the scenes.

There is no need for morale, as long as I strategize, the enemy army can be broken!

"Kill!

”

Zhu Huan roared angrily, and the silver spear in his hand was like a dragon sweeping the sea, touching it would die, and if it was stained, it would be crippled, and the place where he passed was a bloody flower churning, and red and white things were sprinkled on the ground!

Behind him, there was a sea of corpses and blood, endless corpses, swords and roars.

What was the scene of the Battle of the Hosts?

The roar was deafening, like the wrath of the thunder gong, the roar of the gods, the metal screeching sound of the collision of swords and soldiers everywhere, and the enemy in front of him pounced like a wave, and the timid people were scared to death on the spot.

And among the ten thousand armies, there is only one person who stands out - Zhu Huan!

He is like a fanatical god of war descending to earth, no, a demon descending to earth!

At Zhu Huan's feet, even if there was a whisper of blood and bones, he always waved his weapon and harvested one life after another, just like the impermanence of life!

The stalemate of the war continued, and time passed little by little, making the man in black shirt behind the scenes a little unable to sit still.

"How can there be such a person, he is unreasonable!" The man in the black shirt was.

On the battlefield where the crowd is dense, there is an extra gap.

Zhu Huan's battle armor was black withered blood, and bright red fresh blood slipped from the fish scales and iron pieces of his armor, as if he had walked out of the Nine Shadows Purgatory, murderous!

No one dared to approach him, even the White Horse Followers and the allies of the Tiger and Par Riders!

The battlefield was divided by him alone!

Zhu Huan can't remember how many people he killed, five hundred, eight hundred, or one thousand?

He is like a meat grinder on the battlefield, and behind him, there is a bloody and filthy bloody road!

This is the way he fought his way out, and the fallen corpses were stacked into a mountain, and the white broken bones and bloody flesh almost made him vomit out!

He is impermanence!