"Two bastards, love heroes. ”

Zhe Yuhang sat on the snow and slowly withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips escaped with a hint of ridicule that contained infinite meaning.

Immediately, his eyes were focused on the snow riding that was surging like a storm down the slope, and the distance was less than thirty feet.

"Woo-" On the Wanglong Slope, Mrs. Lin's expression was calm and solemn, and she sounded the horn of the charge for the soldiers behind her.

Leng Rui rode his horse beside him, holding a big axe high into the sky, and roared like thunder: "Attack!"

"Boom!" the ground shook the mountain, and the two thousand night fire cavalry poured down the hillside like a flood that opened the floodgates.

The red tide and white waves collided head-on in an instant, bursting with thousands of brilliant blood flowers!

"Bang!" Zhe Yuhang even crashed into the enemy cavalry with a knife, and his front was densely packed with sharp spears, once he fell into a heavy siege, he could not escape the assassination and killing.

His sword struck like a thunderbolt and slashed two spears, knocking the two snow-treading horsemen off their horses.

Iron hooves stepped on, and the two opened their mouths to breathe, but in an instant, they were submerged by the tide and turned into a mess of flesh.

Zhe Yuhang turned a blind eye and ignored the splashed blood and brain, and slashed the head of the third snow-treading cavalry with a longitudinal knife.

The snow under the crotch suddenly screamed, and was pierced through the abdomen by a spear in the oblique thorn.

Zhe Yuhang was unmoved, his probe grabbed a spear that stabbed him, his body took advantage of the momentum to fly, kicked the eyebrows of the snow-treading cavalry with one kick, grabbed the war horse and continued to charge.

A few feet behind him was Leng Rui, who was wielding a big axe, and his left rib was dripping with blood, and he was surrounded by three snow-treading cavalry.

Zhe Yuhang didn't look at it, let alone came close to the rescue, and slashed down another enemy with a knife.

There is no mercy on the battlefield, and there is no need for mercy, only the strong can survive and win. If you fall, you can only blame yourself for being too weak!

All around, hundreds or thousands of cavalry on both sides were staggered, and the initial trapping and killing quickly turned into a stalemate stage of handing over short troops.

However, the bravery of the main general obviously could not make up for the gap in the strength of the individual soldiers of the two sides, just the first photo, the Night Fire Iron Cavalry fell more than 200 warriors, and the loss of the Snow Rider was just over 100!

On the battlefield, the fighting continues.

The white tide gradually suppressed the red tide, branching out a tributary-like front that continued to penetrate and advance in depth, and the warriors of the Nightfire tribe fell heroically one after another, but it was difficult to stop the unstoppable edge of the snow-stepping horse.

They are like wolves with their fangs bared, fearless of death and pain under the stimulation of blood, but only strangle every enemy around them with all their strength until they are crushed.

However, in a short period of time, the cavalry of the Nightfire tribe lost nearly 20%, and the position was uncontrollably loose and disorderly.

Mrs. Lin stood condescendingly on the Wanglong Slope, with a clear insight into the situation on the battlefield, but her expression was calm and unchanged, and the horn in her hand was vigorous and loud!

Hearing the sound of the horn, all the warriors of the Nightfire Tribe lifted their spirits and rushed forward to kill without forgetting their lives.

- Lady Da Na stood behind us, sounding the horn of attack for us.

We will wait, but we will not retreat!

They were like a fiery wave, slapping fiercely and even tragically against the reef in front of them, trying to shake it and break it with their flesh and sword, but they kept breaking their bones and splashing waves of blood.

Everyone was red-eyed, even if the cowards witnessed this situation and saw the comrades who got along with him fall one after another, they couldn't help but forget their lives and deaths.

Thousands of armies on both sides strangled and shouted, and rivers of blood flowed one after another.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering scream sounded in the sky, Ji Chengqing took out the Longyang Divine Sword with his left hand, and with the cooperation of Xuan Shuang, he cut open the back of a dragon under the seat of a thousand horses, and the sword qi penetrated through the internal organs and dragon blood sprinkled from the air like a waterfall.

The dragon curled up and rolled in pain, and he threw the thousand horsemen on his back out of the air.

The thousand horsemen screamed loudly, and fell to the ground with their hands and feet, and there was no chance of survival.

Xuanshuang took advantage of the situation to spin the dragon's tail, slamming the dragon's head like an iron whip.

The dragon suffered fatal blows one after another, and finally could not support it, and fell to the ground wrapped in a rain of blood.

"Ling Heng!" "Ling Heng!" shouted the name of the thousand cavalry commanders, watching him fall to the bottom of the Wanglong Slope, his bones and tendons broken and bleeding to death, he couldn't help but burst into anger and rushed to the crown, brandishing a halberd and pounced on Ji Chengqing.

It's a pity that Xuanshuang's speed is not comparable to his mount at all, and what Dayding Mountain can capture, except for Ji Cheng's back, is the rolling wind and blood.

"Bang!" the dragon smashed down into the battle groups of both sides, and immediately killed and wounded countless people from the enemy and the enemy, and the battlefield was a mess, but it invisibly relieved the pressure of the night fire cavalry.

But this is only a trivial local change for the whole situation. In a wider range, the Snow Rider had clearly gained the upper hand, like a flesh millstone running at full speed, ruthlessly and orderly crushing the Nightfire Tribe Iron Rider layer by layer.

Despite their reluctance, the battle line of the Nightfire Iron Riders began to retreat, and even some of the battle lines were close to being cut through by the Snow Treading Horsemen, and the situation was precarious.

In the melee, the powerful greedy wolf bed crossbow has basically lost its effect.

They are seizing the time to retreat down the Wanglong Slope, to build a second line of defense outside the Night Fire City, and prepare for the last desperate resistance.

Mrs. Lin stood still on the high slope, her eyes quiet and far-reaching, looking into the distance.

She was waiting for reinforcements from the White Bear Tribe and the Yokoyama Tribe to appear.

In order to avoid the detection of the opponent's scouts and dragon trainers, and to understand their own combat intentions in advance, these two men and horses will only gallop to the aid from dozens of miles away after receiving the signal.

Therefore, the two thousand night fire iron riders on the Wanglong Slope must hold back the impact of the snow riding and win time and space for the front and rear flanking and encirclement.

These things may not be clear to the soldiers at the bottom, but Zhe Yuhang knows it.

He has been injured in many places on his body, and he can continue to support it thanks to his superb cultivation, but as for the war horses under his seat, he has long been unable to remember how many have been replaced.

After all, his personal strength is limited, and the night fire cavalry beside him is getting less and less fighting, and all he sees in all directions is white armor. Leng Rui has long been unable to know where he has gone or whether he is dead or alive, and when the battle has reached this point, the army has already gone crazy.

When he finally saw through the enemy formation, he suddenly saw that there were only five horsemen left beside him, and everyone was scarred and exhausted, panting for breath.

The horizon ahead was quiet, and there was no news of reinforcements from the White Bear Tribe and the Yokoyama Tribe .

He coldly swept over these subordinates who lived and died together, without any emotion in his eyes, he only silently turned his magic skills, raised his arms and waved his knife: "Kill back!"

Although they were so tired that they could barely hold the swords and guns in their hands, the five night-fire cavalry followed their thousand horsemen without hesitation, turning back and killing without hesitation, shaking the enemy with their flesh and blood.

"Bang!" the earth shuddered again, and a second dragon fell from the sky and smashed into the meadow not far from Wanglong Slope.

This time, the person who started was Lin Yin, his white clothes were soaked with blood, and his skills were on the verge of overdraft.

Seeing Ye Cheng and Duan Hong attacking Ji Cheng from the left and right, and the Sun Ding Mountain in the rear was also about to move, Lin Yin's eyes were cold and murderous, instigating the scarred Feng Han to rush towards the battle group......

Everyone fell into madness, like a killing machine, completely unable to dodge and retreat, and did not even feel the pain of the wound.

In the magnificent picture, the blood is as sad as the red glow, so poignant and so tragic!

Mrs. Lin's horn was still blowing, even if the nearest enemy soldier had rushed to within a hundred paces, she still did not retreat, just like a reef by the sea, she had dignity and pride, even if she was hit by the huge waves, she would never bow her head to the waves in front of her.

Any soldier, as long as he looks back at this moment, can see on the high hill, this middle-aged woman with a dignified face and a calm face, standing like a mountain with her long hair fluttering in the bloody rain and bloody wind, blowing the horn of attack with all her strength.

I'm waiting for the night fire boy, but I won't retreat!

Suddenly, a spear shot out from the chaotic warband, shooting straight at Lady Lin's chest.

"Madame, be careful!" a guard leaned sideways to block Madame Lin, swinging his knife at the spear.

"Keng!" Although the blade slashed accurately, the huge momentum of the spear still penetrated his lower abdomen, and then stabbed into Mrs. Lin's body.

"Ma'am!" exclaimed the surrounding guards, filled with grief and indignation.

Madame Lin's body slumped into the arms of one of the guards, and the horn in her hand was only dull for a moment before it sounded again.

Hearing that the sound of the horn did not disappear, the remaining more than 1,000 Nightfire Iron Cavalry immediately made up their minds and held Wanglong Slope to the death, using blood and corpses to forge an impregnable fortress.

At this moment, the earth once again shuddered violently.

From the distant horizon, 2,000 White Bear cavalry and 2,000 Hengshan Iron Cavalry rushed over from the southeast side.

Bo Huyan and Xiong Zhan sat on the back of the dragon, and they couldn't help but look at each other in horror when they saw the blood-covered battlefield from afar.

They have followed Lin Han Temple to fight in the east and west over the years, and they have experienced more than a dozen battles of 10,000 people, but they are still deeply shocked when they witness the scene in front of them.

"Listen, why is Madame's horn broken?"

Bo Hu stared at Longpo from afar, and found that Mrs. Lin's horn was interrupted for the second time, and his heart tightened.

In the next moment, the horn sounded again, but it became louder and more exciting!

"Kill me!"

Xiong Zhan roared loudly, and led the two thousand white bear cavalry to rush to the battlefield.

On the opposite side of him, the two thousand iron horsemen of Bo Huyan had already been killed.

The 4,000 reinforcements are like a pair of iron tongs, clamping the snow riders from behind, trying to pinch and smash them!

On the Wanglong Slope, Lin Xiao took the horn stained with blood in his mother's hand and blew it with all his might.

Behind, the last rays of the sunset loom in the night.