Perhaps from the very beginning of this war, everything has gone off the rails of what it should have been.

Before this, they had never thought that someone like Gao Changgong would suddenly rebel, and they were still mixed with a scholar like Sun Tong.

Compared to this, it seems that what the "water ghosts" that are being publicized everywhere by the Right Route Army everywhere seem to have become less important.

"your grandma!" he finally couldn't help but curse, and at the same time raised his right leg and kicked a stone the size of a millstone fiercely, seeing the stone fly high in the air, crossing an arc, spanning more than a dozen steps and falling directly into the deep river.

But even if he had more emotions, at this moment, he had to restrain everything, re-stepped onto the cleanly washed war horse, and kept running forward along Han Xuan with the reins in his hand.

Not to support the right army, but to defend in another place.

Just tonight, the enemy began to cross the river in many places without warning, and its madness can almost be described as fearless death, so that the two armies have only begun to engage in a long-lost battle, and it has already tended to be white-hot.

Qingzhou ghosts riding on the mountain road are not suitable for galloping, so the building has not been able to raise the speed to the fastest, but this speed is enough for them to rush to the battlefield one step ahead, countless fighting sounds suddenly poured into the eardrums, countless torches are pouring, rolling, illuminating the rolling blood tide by the river.

"Feng!" Han Xuan pulled down the mask of the ghost, as if a hideous face had been born in the night, and with the neighing of the war horses, the five thousand cavalry suddenly rushed into the battlefield with a sharp arrow, and the rumbling hooves of the horses shook the valley, making the river look even more turbulent.

And as all the cavalry showed their spears that were sharpened as stars, the banks of the rivers seemed to be sprinkled with starlight, covering the entire battlefield in an instant.

"Wang Zhu, Wang Zhu, where are you!" the building roared on horseback, but received no response.

It was the first round of charge, and the building had already found that its robe had disappeared into the array, and the battlefield at this time was full of shouts of killing, and darkness and flames were like a pair of enemies fighting to the death.

It's always like this on the battlefield, sometimes, when there is a life of talking and laughing by his side just now, he leaves in an instant.

But he gritted his teeth, knowing that he could not leave the group, so he could only hold the spear tightly, and the strength was so great that he held the shaft of the spear out of his fingers, as if all the grief and anger were poured into the tip of the spear.

With the sound of Han Xuan's whip, the cavalry turned back again and pressed towards the enemy, the horse's hooves stepped through the armor, penetrated deep into the chest, and the spear penetrated the head, directly picking the whole person at the top.

On the other side, Wang Zhu, who had just gotten up from the ground with a bloody face, opened his eyes, but his legs kept trembling, as if the heavens and the earth were shaking.

It can be said that his luck was very bad, and in the first round of the charge, he collided head-on with a sergeant of similar cultivation, and although he still sent the spear into the opponent's heart, he himself fell from his horse and slammed it firmly into the hard stone.

But on the battlefield, only the dead could stop and rest, and he didn't want to die today, so he slapped his thigh vigorously, forcibly stabilized his body, lifted the spear in his hand, and stabbed forward with his instinct while filling his arms with qi and blood.

A miserable howl sounded from in front of him, and from the feeling of the hand, it was probably stabbed in the shoulder blade, and the tip of the gun was stuck directly in the bone, and the sound was like picking at a stone with a fingernail, jerky, and piercing at the same time.

Wang Zhu didn't have time to distinguish whether it was friend or foe, and one foot had already been raised, directly shattering the soldier's brain, and the red and white streams fell to the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, another cavalry turned into a huge shadow and covered him, and the spear spit out a cold edge, looking at the trend, it was already aimed directly at his chest.

Faced with such danger, he let out a low cry and turned sideways to avoid the way as his spear stabbed in the direction of the cavalry like a straight line.

He thought he would stab the horseman.

But between the howling of the wind, there was another Qingzhou ghost horse from the right side that was wrapped in huge strength and directly collided with the cavalry, and then the sorrowful roar of the war horse sounded, and the bones of the two heavy war horses made a clicking and breaking sound.

Scarlet bones pierced through the tendons and skin of the horses, and the dirt exploded like a splash in the kicks of the horses' hooves.

By the time the violent collision subsided, the two horses were left with only unconscious convulsions before death, and the cavalrymen who were originally sitting on the horses and were enemies of each other embraced each other like a pair of lovers, seemingly sweet, but in fact they each pierced each other's bodies with spears, and could no longer be separated.

"Ho...... Ho ......" Wang Zhu gasped violently, blinking constantly to see the scene in front of him, but the blood and flesh splashed from the fall of the war horse covered his eyes, and the already injured eyes were now more like being shrouded in scarlet, and the light was strange.

But somehow, he mustered up his courage, and as he let out a loud roar, there seemed to be a huge undercurrent churning in his chest, and his legs were infused with strength again.

He stepped forward, and in the process, he shot like madness, killing all the enemies who rushed at him, blood flowing at his feet, his horse stumbling beside him, only the rumbling of war drums sounded.

He felt a little joy in his heart, because he knew that the sound of the war drums that had newly joined the battle came from the Left Route Army, from the 5,000 infantry army that had come from behind, and once they also joined the battlefield, they would definitely be able to make a big move, and even beat back those enemy troops who had crossed the river at one time.

As he was thinking, an angry roar came from behind, and before he could turn his head, a burly figure had already fallen on top of him, and he was suddenly pulled and knocked to the ground.

The two rolled on the ground twice, Wang Zhu's struggle was very intense, but because of the injury, he couldn't lift his blood for a while, and several attempts to get up ended in failure, and the red eyes could only see the hideous face of the burly soldier, and he was pressing on him with all his strength.

The spear had long since been disarmed, and the burly sergeant seemed to have lost his weapon, and the two of them could only rely on their limbs and nails to fight like two wild beasts, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down their foreheads.

The burly sergeant felt that it was a little difficult to suppress Wang Zhu, and suddenly raised his hands to hold his head, and at the same time pointed his thumb upwards, directly cutting at his eyes.

Wang Zhu suffered from the pain, and finally re-energized the qi and blood, and the qi and blood power of the third realm was much stronger than that person after all, but with a single force, the man's hands and hands were twisted.

But even then, the man who pressed on him refused to give up, and even opened his mouth wide, revealing blood-stained teeth, and bit down hard at his throat.

It was too late to protect the body with most of the qi and blood that had already been consumed, and a piece of flesh and blood was suddenly torn off, and it looked particularly terrible on the burly sergeant's mouth.

The blood and pain made Wang Zhu roar in pain, and as he exerted his strength again, he directly turned his two hands together into weapons and inserted them into each other's eye sockets.

After killing his opponent, he tried to push away the corpse on his body and stood up again in the chaos and chaos, but he could no longer find the lost spear, so he could only draw his waist knife and stand in the middle of the battlefield, like a lonely child.

"Maniac...... It's all crazy......" he muttered.

But on the battlefield, who else can live except for the madman?

Wang Zhu thought that he was probably going to die.

Although his qi and blood realm is also considered to be outstanding among the younger generation, in such a vast battlefield, he is like a grasshopper submerged by the current, and his strength has long been exhausted, and he can only wait for the last moment to come.

Vaguely, he seemed to see someone running in this direction, a spear leaning behind him, and each step could run twice the distance of a normal person.

"Damn. How is he a strong man again. Wang Zhu scolded, then looked at the sky, simply threw away the waist knife, and fell down on his back.

But what he was waiting for was not death, but the loud laughter of the building, and in such a noisy battlefield, his laughter was still so loud that it could pour into his ears like a flood: "Wang Zhu! Damn, you are still alive!"

When Wang Zhu heard this voice, he suddenly opened his eyes, then slowly closed them, and laughed relaxedly: "Your mother, why do I have to die? ”

After the building helped Wang Zhu up, Wang Zhu found that the building also had a lot of injuries, the largest of which even opened a big hole under his ribs, and the blood had just coagulated.

"You don't seem to be much better than me. He forced a laugh: "How's it going? I can't see clearly." ”

"The enemy retreated. The building exhaled, but the corners of his mouth twitched because of the wound under his ribs, "But it was only a temporary retreat, General Han said that they were just temporarily resting the formation, and there was still a tough battle to be fought next." I heard that the right army was more difficult than us, and had no choice but to retreat to the mountain pass. ”

"What does Gao Changgong want to do?" Wang Zhu's suspicion became more and more intense, and there was no longer any reverence for that name in his tone, "At the same time, cross the river and attack on two roads, aren't you afraid that General Huang will lead people to copy his back road?"

At the mention of this, the building's face was a little solemn, and his voice became hesitant: "The firelight on the beacon transmits the message, the old general...... is also defending against the enemy, the general is marching in three ways, pressing more than 100,000 people unreservedly, and it is said that the fighting over there is even more fierce than ours!"