in the armies of Northeast Asia.

Two of the most powerful armies.

The Meng Yuan Army, the Han Army.

Among them, the elite of the elite, the heavily armored cavalry, fought to the death in this open place. Although the Han army had the belief that it would win, there were also reasons why it had to win.

Expelled the Tartars and recovered Liaodong.

They want to draw an end to this war to defend Liaodong.

It's been more than ten years.

It's been more than ten years.

Ten Mengyuan Wanhu invaded Liaodong, and in the blink of an eye, the entire army of Liaodong fell. After more than ten years of hard work, they recaptured twenty-six cities, leaving only the six cities of Huanglongfu.

It's time to wrap up.

"Kill !!!!!!"

Every cavalryman of the Han Army was full of blood in his body, and his eyes were full of longing. Eager to recapture the mountains and rivers.

This spirit has turned into the most powerful driving force. Driving their strong bodies, they rushed towards Meng Yuan's iron cavalry without fear of death.

The Mengyuan soldiers also had the belief that they would win.

The pride of a fighting nation, the bounty of victory after victory.

There were also 10,000 households Jin Xuanyun present.

"Kill !!!" Every Mengyuan soldier rushed forward to kill, fearless of the blades and spears in front of him.

The heart of the tragic battlefield.

Feng Chong faced Jin Xuanyun.

Both sides know each other well, but they never play each other. But they didn't choose to be tempted, and they hit the killer as soon as they came up.

"Kill!"

Feng Chong's arms under his armor suddenly burst out, and he let out a roar like a tiger, and the Zhangba big knife in his hand was rounded, and then like a crescent moon, it attacked Jin Xuanyun's neck.

Jin Xuanyun didn't dare to be careless, and after accumulating strength for a while, the horse lance in his hand intercepted Feng Chong's Zhangba big knife.

"Boom". The weapon slammed into the air, but it made a thunderous roar. Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun's faces changed slightly, and they were so vigorous.

"Kill!" Jin Xuanyun took the lead in retracting the horse lance, and then stabbed Feng Chong in the chest with a single lance. Although there are heart goggles and armor, if you are stabbed by this lance, you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

Feng Chong didn't dare to slack off, but he didn't hard-connect. The body turned to the left, and the sharp spear blade, rubbing against the iron pieces of his armor, emitted a piercing spark.

After dodging this lance, the Zhangba Great Knife in Feng Chong's hand was not idle, and once again slashed at Jin Xuanyun's neck.

Behead!!!

Jin Xuanyun had already prepared, his waist moved, and the whole person lay on the back of the horse on his back, watching the big knife sweep in front of him. Then he sat up quickly, without looking, but the horse lance in his hand stabbed Feng Chong's armpit accurately.

Both sides are ten thousand enemies, whether it is physical strength, martial arts, horsemanship and psychological quality, they are all between the two of them, and the fight seems to be about to meet a good talent, there is no hundred rounds, but it is impossible to tell the winner.

Even after a hundred rounds, it is extremely difficult to kill the opponent.

The two are in the center of the battlefield, and they face each other. But the only ones who really pay attention to them are the soldiers beside them.

The soldiers of the other two sides are fighting their opponents at the cost of their lives. There was no time at all to watch the battle situation of Feng Chong and Jin Xuanyun.

Real gold is not afraid of fire to refine.

The battlefield is a raging fire.

An army on the battlefield is a trialist.

Whoever is strong and who is weak, they also tried.

Although Feng Chong had no choice but to get Jin Xuanyun, his army gradually gained the upper hand.

The soul of Yan Han, the spirit of Yan Han, is incomparable.

Soldiers know why they are fighting and why they are dying. Far stronger than the reward, far stronger than the pride of the fighting nation.

"Come on." A Han soldier had killed three people in a row, lost his horse, and had broken his left hand, but with his only remaining right hand, he held a steel knife, and his eyes were staring at the Mengyuan soldiers in front of him, who had also lost his horse, and issued a terrifying invitation.

The wound of the Han soldier was wrapped in a rag and bleeding outward. His face was pale, covered in blood, and he had an arrow stuck in his chest.

But his momentum seems to be that of the king of heaven.

On the other hand, his opponent, the Mengyuan soldiers. Although he fell off his horse, he was not injured. With a sound body, he looked at the Han soldier in front of him who had a broken hand, but he was afraid.

"Damn it. It's too tough. Although we are not afraid of death, but more so. Know that you can only survive if you defeat the enemy. But these Han soldiers are really not afraid of death. They don't care if they win. No. They are convinced that they can win. Then first throw away his own life and willingly become a stepping stone to victory. ”

This Mengyuan soldier was sweating like rain and was deeply frightened. But after all, he is the elite of a hundred battles, and after adjusting his mood, a sharp light suddenly erupted in the tiger's eyes, and he rushed forward with an arrow step.

"Ding, Ding, Ding!!!"

The Mengyuan warriors held steel swords in both hands and engaged the Han soldier with a broken hand. In just three rounds, the severed man's head was cut off.

This is a natural result, and there is nothing to be proud of.

But.

Meng Yuan's warrior lowered his head and looked at his left arm, where there was no armor protection, there was a small wound.

This mortal soldier with a severed hand made his best efforts to win. cut a able-bodied Mengyuan soldier into a wounded soldier.

No matter how big or small the injury is, mobility will be affected.

If you cut off the robes of the Han soldiers, you will have a chance.

"Damn bastards." The Mengyuan soldier spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the dead Han soldier with a severed hand, cursed, and then did not dare to delay and slaughtered other opponents.

Only by killing all the enemies and winning can you live.

On this battlefield, no one should try to escape.

This severed hand soldier is not an isolated case.

Although the Mengyuan soldiers are also elite.

Although the Mengyuan people can also absorb the essence of the Han army, so as to evolve themselves. Not to mention the heavy armor and heavy axe soldiers, and the divine arm bow, they were all stolen by them.

At the beginning of the Mengyuan army, where did the Mengyuan people have armor?

Who will make the horse lance?

All they have is a strong body and a tenacious spirit tempered in the midst of the poor mountains and bad waters.

But Yan Han stood at a higher level.

Jin Xuanyun and Feng Chong's fighting generals did not distinguish the winner or loser. But the thousands of heavy armored cavalry under their command gradually divided the winners and losers.

"Kill !!!!!!"

The situation began from the beginning when the two sides did not give in to each other, after a reduction of two or three percent. The Han army launched an offensive, and one by one, the officers and soldiers of the Han army, as if they were tireless machines and fearless beasts, howled and rushed towards the Mengyuan army.

A sharp warning.

A sharp warning.

Jin Xuanyun divided his mind and paid attention to the battlefield. Seeing the situation of both the enemy and us, and watching the heavy armored cavalry under his command, gradually falling into disadvantage.

It's like drinking a stick on the head, and the whole person pulls out the cold.

How so?

The Han army is really so strong!!!