As the rain of arrows stopped, in addition to the more than 4,000 corpses that were lying down with arrows, more horses were also lying in pools of blood, the horses were larger than people, and they were arranged so densely that the horses that were hit by the arrows were far more than the people who were killed.

A small half of the remaining 13,400 Yan soldiers were infantry, looking at the main force of the Jin army that attacked like a tide, they didn't show any frightened looks, Xianbei people are born brave warriors, and more enemies just represent more fierce fighting, it's a big deal to die on the battlefield, it's no big deal.

They raised their blades, and those who had horses immediately turned over and got on their horses, and those who did not have horses were also waiting for their strength, and their fighting spirit gushed out, just waiting for the order of the main general.

Murong puffed and panted, not because of fatigue, let alone fear, on the contrary, this was the great excitement before the battle, wasn't it just a burst of sneak attacks and a numerical superiority in the siege offensive?

"The whole army, rush to the southwest!" the command shouted in Xianbei resounded loudly on the battlefield, and even the earth-shattering shouts of killing could not be concealed.

The southwest direction chosen by Murong Li is a heavily armored Jin cavalry, rushing like lightning, menacing, but the number is not large, which is undoubtedly more conducive to the fierce charge of the Yan State iron cavalry, and the other directions are mostly lined up in a phalanx, the endless infantry phalanx, the number is too much, although the cavalry can give full play to the advantage of the infantry soldiers, but there is also the hidden danger of being trapped by the opponent's superior number. Murong Li made a quick decision, he believed that his choice was right.

The earthy yellow iron horse torrent began to move, quickly and violently rushing towards the red tide in the southwest direction, and the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom who had no horses were not far behind, they shouted and galloped, following the iron horse torrent, but they were quickly pulled behind by the galloping horses.

The momentum of the charge on both sides was very fast, so the sound of the impact in one place almost shook the heavens and the earth, the sound of the blade hitting the iron armor, the sound of the war horse neighing and overturning, the sound of the dying screaming miserably, and for Murong Li, the most pleasant thing was to watch the head of the Jin cavalry being swept away from his body by the scimitar, and the head was thrown into the air, but the neck cavity was still spewing blood.

"Kill!" Murong Li shouted excitedly, ambushing the soldiers with random arrows, but he still couldn't change the weak nature of the Nanren, what Huan Wen Lao'er, he hadn't really tasted the power of the Great Yan Xianbei warriors!

The earthy yellow and red crowds quickly stirred up one place, and another rain of arrows fell, obviously aimed at the rear of the huge military formation, and the rear team of Yan Guo Sergeants who had not yet arrived at the place of the fight suddenly fell again.

"Forward, forward, and mix with them! Let them not be able to shoot arrows!" Murong Li was extremely vigorous in the battle formation, leading the guards and horses of his department to gallop back and forth, and the blockers were invincible, which also meant that the fluttering Daxu behind him had been following like a shadow, inspiring the morale of the entire Yan State army.

The opposing Jin cavalry was unexpectedly tenacious, although they were all wearing heavy armor with tight protection, but most of the horses under the seat were shorter than the male horses of the Yan State, and the overly heavy iron armor made their figures on the war horses look clumsy and sluggish, but their spears and knives were very sharp, not every Yan cavalry's scimitar could accurately slash the neck of the enemy without armor protection, and the powerful one might be able to penetrate the armor, but more people just cut on the hard iron armor without pain, making a clattering sound, and at the same time, the other party pierced the spear blade fiercely, and one could not dodge, that is, the cavalry of the Yan State was shot off the horse. In such a battlefield where they are strangled with each other, falling off the horse means death, no matter whether they are hit or not, even if they can stand up bravely, the war horses that gallop past from time to time can bring him to the ground in an instant, and the heavy hooves of the horses do not distinguish between friend and foe, and they step into a puddle of rotten meat.

Moreover, this Jin cavalry is obviously extremely proficient in killing on horses, and the queue that was dispersed and divided by the Yan army at the beginning soon gradually gathered, often occupying a larger number of sides in local battles, and the situation that Murong Li expected did not appear, but was dragged into a battle.

A large number of foot soldiers phalanx are approaching here, and if they continue to entangle, they will fall into the encirclement of the Jin army, Murong Li was anxious, and while shouting loudly for command, he took the lead in puffing up his horse and slashing two knives, and slashed over two Jin knights who rode his horse.

The strong wind in the back of his head burst out, and he heard an angry rebuke from his attendants: "Lord Wang, be careful!" When Murong Li turned his head to look back, his face was hot, and he was wet with blood.

This was the blood of his own soldiers, and he only had time to block his body when he was angry, when an iron spear flew sideways through his chest, and the blood that splattered out sprayed Murong Li's face.

Murong Li's heart was dark, if it weren't for the hard work of this personal soldier, this iron spear might have stabbed him in the back of the head. I saw a horse galloping over, and the rider on the horse wore a helmet and armor, which was the color of the Jin army's generals.

Murong Li shouted, and slashed with his knife first, but the Jin general did not dodge or dodge, seeing that the two horses were staggered, the fierce silver light flashed, and a huge iron sword struck out on the head, intersecting with Murong Li's scimitar, making a loud noise, Murong Li only felt a shock to his wrist, and the huge force of the attack almost made him unable to hold the scimitar in his hand, fortunately, he was also a rare warrior in the Xianbei clan, and his body shook slightly, but he also sat down immediately.

The Jin general missed the blow, and the war horse ran over, grabbed the reins of the horse, turned the horse's head back, and pointed the giant sword obliquely, rushing towards Murong Li again.

The giant sword is already extremely heavy, and the messenger must have amazing divine power, coupled with the momentum of the war horse galloping, this strength is even more extraordinary, Murong Li did not dare to underestimate it, the scimitar drew a castration and treacherous silver arc in the air, at first glance, it seemed to be facing the blade of the giant sword of the Jin general, but the final trajectory was directed at the Jin general's empty door wide open.

Murong Li is eager to prove that it is his leading general, not the name of the first master in the Yan royal family, who has long been recognized, in the face of a brave enemy, he is confident that his scimitar knife skills are enough to deal with it, sure enough, the Jin general seems to be a little surprised by Murong Li's such a clever scimitar knife technique, and he can do his best to return the sword when he is in the middle, the scimitar tip slashed across the giant sword sword, bringing up a string of sparks, the Jin general snorted, the figure on the horse was a little unstable because of this seal, Murong Li's scimitar did not drag, reverse slashing, this move was too fast, the Jin general had already changed his move, he could only tilt his head and avoid the past in the lightning and flint, the bottom failed to avoid it cleanly, and the scimitar knife momentum was around, and the iron helmet on the head of the Jin general was removed.

Bang, the iron helmet fell to the ground, and the Jin general's war horse also passed by, out of Murong Li's sword momentum, the Jin general stopped the galloping horse, flipped back, and this time did not rush rashly again, but looked at Murong Li from afar.

The iron helmet fell, and Murong Li saw the appearance of the Jin general clearly, with swallow-jawed tiger beards, eyes like electricity, and his power was extraordinary, but the simple iron armor on his body with shiny and black hair showed that his rank in the Jin army was not high.

"Shen Jin, the former commander of the Great Jin Dynasty, is a general. The voice of the Jin general was not high, but it clearly came into Murong Li's ears, and then pointed to the big banner fluttering beside Murong Li, "You are the main general of Donghu?"

Murong Li understood the words of the Han people, but he only snorted coldly, it turned out that he saw the banner of this king and wanted to sneak attack the southern generals who grabbed the merits, is a small general also worthy of fighting with this king? The second time the wrong horse confrontation, it was obviously Murong Li who had the upper hand, so he didn't take Shen Jin in his eyes at all, besides, now that the war is urgent, how can he have the spare time to entangle with a general? Therefore, he didn't answer Shen Jin's question at all, he hit his horse and waited to rush forward to kill, and he had his own personal guards behind him to clean up this Jin general who didn't know the height of the sky.

Sure enough, a guard soldier who followed closely behind him swung his sword and rushed towards Shen Jin. And just when Murong Li was about to raise his voice and command the troops to go down, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, just like the feeling of the iron spear flying to the back of his head from the previous time, so he turned his head and glanced at it hurriedly.

On such a murderous battlefield, Murong Li's glance suddenly felt that the entire world was silent, he only saw the figure of Shen Jin jumping up from the horse, the giant sword effortlessly cut the oncoming guards into two pieces, and the half of the corpse of the guards was still spinning in mid-air without falling, but that Shen Jin had already stepped on the saddle and jumped over, and the giant sword swung horizontally.

If this sword was slashed at him, Murong Li believed that he would have enough time to react, but the target of this sword was elsewhere, but this sword was majestic and mighty like a god, so Murong Li only had this vigorous figure in his eyes, and he didn't hear everything.

"Kara", this is the sound that Murong Li heard after the silence, and the shouting and killing on the battlefield was also impressive, which shook the ear drums. The flagpole of the Great Banner was broken into two from the middle, and the body of the flag sergeant was broken in two along with the Great Silk.

Daxu is regarded as the main general's seal, and if it is broken, it will be in danger, which is the consensus of the soldiers who marched into the army. Murong Li, who was eager to prove himself, broke into the battle lightly, but at the same time, he marked his Daxu so obviously, and finally Shen Jin, who was raided, seized the opportunity.

Since Wu Yong alone is unable to help this Yan country general for a while, then cut off your Daxu and let your army fall into a panic. Shen Jin succeeded.

Shen Jin succeeded with a knife, and without delay, he turned around and jumped back, fell into the saddle and galloped away, Murong Li's scimitar was indeed extremely powerful, and it was even more vicious under the rage, Shen Jin was not sure to catch this stormy attack, and there were many accompanying soldiers and soldiers who came to kill together, as if so, temporarily avoiding its front.

A large number of Yan State soldiers have noticed the break in Daxu, they can't see the real situation here, and they can only spread a panicked message: "Something happened to the prince!"

Even though Murong Li shouted in a loud voice: "This king is here!", but at this moment, the frustration and panic began to spread like a plague, and the morale was obviously discouraged, and the army that was originally fighting bravely showed signs of chaos.

The momentum of the battle array disappeared one after another, and the cavalry of the Jin army in the fierce battle was even more energetic, and the melee between the two was even more dramatic, and the momentum of the Yan State Iron Cavalry was stopped at the bottom.

Murong Li's worst fear happened, the Jin army's infantry phalanx had already followed, encircling it from behind, trapping the Yan army in the heart.

This is the most elite red armor warrior of the Jin Kingdom, the three major countries in the world stand together, each has a strong military strength in the world, the Yan State is the flying fang iron cavalry, the Qin State is a light soldier, and the Jin State is this red armor soldier.

When the imposing Flying Fang Iron Cavalry encountered the morale of the Red Armor soldiers, and the number was more than 10,000 against 50,000, the result was obvious. The iron cavalry of the Yan Kingdom fell into the encirclement of the red armor warriors, and they had been fighting for a long time, but at this time they lost the opportunity to sprint in the wilderness, and the iron cavalry finally fell into the stubborn resistance of their own battles, even if there were still brave and tenacious people fighting to the death, but only after slashing and killing two or three soldiers, they were pulled off the horses by more soldiers and immediately beheaded on the spot.

The earthy yellow cavalry array was enveloped in a huge crimson torrent, and then disappeared piece by piece, as if swallowed by the crimson torrent. Torrent, damn torrent! Murong Li remembered that before he rushed out of the majestic rush, he once said that his army of iron cavalry was the torrent that rushed for thousands of miles, but now it became a prophecy, when the real torrent came, how shallow and ridiculous his arrogant words seemed to be.

Defeated! Seeing that the encirclement of the red armor warriors was getting tighter and tighter, and countless Yan knights died in a roar, Murong Li was unwilling but helpless to admit that he had finally become the laughing stock of the whole clan because he was too light on the enemy and eager to become famous, and the Black Death God of the Eile Grassland was ruined like this, he did bring death, but this kind of death came to the heads of his own clansmen and warriors, which is really a great irony!

In fact, the Jin army will cut off Da Xuben is not so fatal, when he lightly attacks the enemy, the defeat is already doomed, even if there is no Da Xu, his army can not break through the interception of the Jin cavalry in a short time, and it is only a matter of morning and evening to fall into the encirclement of the enemy, Murong Li suddenly figured out that the rupture of Da Xu is just a sprinkle of salt on the bloody wound.

His brain was swollen, Murong Li was dizzy for a while, and in an instant, he wanted to put the scimitar on his neck, and then cut it neatly, so as to avoid the humiliation and shame of poking his middle finger in the future, the most embarrassing death brought by the Black Death was himself, wouldn't it be another very interesting thing?

Let's all laugh, at least this king will never hear it again! Murong Li thought indignantly, closed his eyes, and really pressed the blade of the scimitar to his throat, the blade was cold, but it didn't matter, as long as he cut it gently, the hot blood gushing out of his throat would make it very warm.

A gentle hand put on Murong Li's wrist, and then pulled it just as softly, but such a gentle movement made Murong Li feel powerless to stop it, the scimitar in his hand was snatched away, he opened his eyes in shock, and saw a young smile as white as jade.

"Ah Da, if you take your life lightly, you will not be able to enter the temple of the deer god, and even your soul will not be forgiven. The young man smiled indifferently and returned the scimitar to Murong Li's hand.