Camp.

More than 300 Turkic light cavalry were stationed here.

The flames danced, and the wind echoed through the barracks.

The soldiers guarding the camp curled up and cursed the hellish weather.

The wind was getting stronger, the snow was getting heavier, and the soldiers' vision was getting more and more blurred.

However, with this weather, the soldiers of the Great Sui must not have used them to encircle and suppress, so they froze to death in the snow first.

The whole hill was white, and there was a suffocating chill in the air.

"Huh? What's that! The Turkic soldier exclaimed.

A huge figure came out of the darkness, a black bull?

"Cow? How can there be cows here? ”

"I guess who ran out."

Another Turkic soldier excitedly said, "This time some have eaten, roast beef!" ”

The Turkic soldier licked his lips.

Several people gathered around and were about to take the cow back to kill it and eat meat.

Under the moonlight, a figure fell from the sky.

The light of the sword was like a crescent moon, like a gust of wind, sweeping over their heads and falling in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, three people fell.

"Enemy attack!!"

With a loud roar, the silent night was torn apart.

Everyone was startled and looked back.

I saw nearly a thousand savage-like beings jumping out of the dark bushes.

They screamed as they rushed over.

The Turks reacted extremely quickly, but the total number of routs that rushed towards them was several times that of them.

Li Ping'an rode an old cow and brandished a big knife.

In all directions, there was a flurry of chopping, rocks flying, and trees breaking.

The sword wind is howling, and the sound is terrifying.

"Rush!!"

Some had their weapons cut off, and some were so shocked by the force of the rush that they fell off their horses.

Some people barely managed to hold the knife, but their arms were numb from the shock.

Chong Camp relied on a breath of air, and this breath dispersed.

There was no way for this group of routs to survive.

There is only a rush, a rush that is not afraid of death.

A roar erupted from the crowd, and a strong Turkic man rushed out with a spear, screaming and rushing forward.

In a moment, the guns added the souls of several Great Sui routs.

It is a warrior who goes out with the army.

This is the reason why Li Ping'an is reluctant to confront the army alone.

To a greater or lesser extent, every army will have some warriors who will go with the army.

After countless life and death struggles, he has developed a strong strength.

It's not something that a simple martial artist can match.

Coupled with the cooperation of the army, it is like a ferocious beast.

Those qi practitioners who aim for immortality have to retreat when they meet them.

After all, the former seeks victory, and the latter seeks to attain enlightenment and cultivate immortals.

It's just that there are too many people rushing over from the rout, which greatly delays the footsteps of several warriors accompanying the army.

Let Li Ping'an find an opportunity and lead several elites to tear a gap.

Swords and swords, flesh and blood flying.

The sound of the fight is becoming more and more fierce, more and more chaotic, and intense.

Two hills bulge in the shape of horns, and in the middle is a flat field.

The Turks were divided into two places so that if one side was attacked, the other would be prepared.

The Great Sui rout rushed down the hillside and rushed towards the last hill.

Arrows rained down, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Whoosh!!"

A sharp arrow slashed past Li Ping'an's ear.

It's just that the person behind him didn't have as good skills as Li Ping'an, and he was shot squarely.

Terrible screams came and went, some fell, some rolled, but no one stopped.

Because stop now, death awaits them.

Only by rushing, rushing forward, can there be a way to live.

The rain of arrows only temporarily slowed down the rush of people.

Some of the routs raised their shields, others raised their iron armor for protection.

It's just that the Turkic arrows rain is too dense.

It was as if there was a wall in front of us, black and oppressive, insurmountable.

"It's the Turkic arrows!!"

Someone yelled.

There was a look of despair on everyone's faces.

Li Ping'an spread out his palm, revealing half of the rice paper, with a wind character written on it.

Zhao Mu and the others also followed Li Ping'an's instructions and took out the word "wind" that Li Ping'an had given them in advance.

Li Ping'an took a deep breath and spit out word by word.

"The wind rises!"

Loud and sound.

The wind blew from behind him, from the smoke that gradually dissipated, with the smell of white bones and iron blood, with the sound of horses' hooves and the sound of knives and guns.

Rolling up the snow, hitting people in the face, hitting shields, hitting rivets in armor.

There was a crackling sound,

"Boom ——!!"

A large clearing was plowed into the snowy ground, and the snow was blown in all directions by the wind, and even a few trees were blown off by the waist.

A dense rain of arrows dissipated in the wind.

"Rush over! Go home. ”

This group of desperate soldiers showed an indomitable spirit at this moment, which was a tragic spirit.

Climbed over ravines, ravines, and obstacles, and rushed into enemy lines.

Under the snowy night, they were greeted by extremely brave Turkic soldiers.

The moonlight shone on their armor, reflecting the cold light and making people shudder.

The Turks thought they had come to storm the camp, so they fought very bravely.

However, in reality, these people just wanted to tear a hole and break out of the enemy's encirclement and return to the army of the Great Sui.

Although the rout was numerous, it was a long journey and a rout.

Naturally, the combat power could not be compared with that of the Turks, and even most of the weapons in their hands were still picked up.

So Li Ping'an didn't want to take them to annihilate the enemy at the beginning, but rushed out.

It's just a planned thing, and sometimes things change.

At this moment, for example, the resistance of the Turks exceeded expectations.

And the combat effectiveness of this group of routs on the verge of death also exceeded their expectations.

Because everyone understands that rushing out is their only hope.

There are a few powerful martial artists in the rout, although they can't do one as a hundred, but they can still do it with one as ten.

Li Ping'an held a cane knife in his hand, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood and wind and snow

Blood slashed down the blade, soaking the snowy night and staining a sea of blood.

The night was not destined to be peaceful.