Gu Shenwei had an illusion, as if the battle not far away had nothing to do with him, and the excitement before the battle started suddenly disappeared.

Those earth-shattering shouts, neighing war horses, and locust-like arrows could not arouse a trace of emotion in his heart, and after blowing the horn, he seemed to become a pure outsider and a bystander, and even this faint sense of participation quickly disappeared, and the war was like a story told by someone else, he just listened, and then imagined the scene in front of him in his mind.

This made him feel a little ashamed, the 1,600 cavalry who had been attacked by the arrows were his warriors, fighting for him, but it also allowed him to look at the battle ahead with the most calm attitude, and the charge was still a third of the way from the enemy's formation, and he knew that the army had won.

The swordsmen who switched to bows and spears were not the same as he imagined, these people seemed to have become much more courageous under Dugu Xian's training, or there was something behind them that they were more afraid of, in the face of the cavalry rushing like a storm, they did not panic, and did not release the first round of arrows until within a hundred paces, two rows of archers released arrows at the same time, a total of three rounds, and then methodically retreated behind the spearmen, put down the longbow, and drew a single knife.

Many of the cavalry of the Great Snow Mountain were shot down by the rain of arrows falling from the sky, some were trampled to death by their own people, and those who did not die rushed towards the enemy on foot even with their bare hands.

Five rows of spears stood at an angle, pressed against the ground, like a huge porcupine, and even the most ferocious beast had nowhere to go.

However, the swordsman of the Great Snow Mountain is not an ordinary beast, the war horse was stabbed by a spear, the upper half of the height was held high, the swordsmen fell to the ground, immediately got up, brandished the heavy sword, indiscriminately, whether it was a war horse or a spear, a sword down, all of them were broken in two, and a gap was opened in the "porcupine".

The cavalry behind had no way out, so they simply jumped high on horseback, and the round shield was tightly protected in front of them, like a boulder, past the people in front of them, and smashed into the spear tips that stood in front of them.

The charge turned into a scuffle.

"Alas, I'm going to lose, if I continue to fight like this, Daxueshan will definitely win. Fang Wen shook his head and admitted defeat, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or frustrated, the swordsmen didn't know the art of war, but the level of bravery was really beyond his imagination.

Gu Shenwei didn't tell Fang Wen that in fact, the military division was the winner, the melee was not in line with the Dragon King's vision and original intention, the swordsman was very precious, and everyone who died was an irreparable loss.

The fierce battle lasted about two quarters of an hour, and the Falling God Peak on the right flank won a decisive victory, crushing the cavalry and spearmen on the left flank of Jinpeng Castle.

The left flank and the big and small sword peaks are stuck with the enemy, and there is no difference between victory and defeat.

The Huagai Peak in the middle suffered huge casualties and was in a state of exhaustion.

It is still useful to stay in the rear to observe, in the middle of the battle group, no one can know the overall situation, when you see your comrades falling one by one, you think you are going to lose, and when you see the enemy fleeing, you believe that you will win, and in the end you can only win or lose by ruthlessness and luck.

It's useless to observe it for too long.

Gu Shenwei nodded at the backsword attendant beside him, took the Dharma Protector Long Knife from his hand, turned his head and glanced at the more than 100 Luoshenfeng swordsmen, all of them had already clenched the hilt of the sword, raised their eyebrows, and their whole bodies were tense, as if they were also fighting on the front line, they were like the Dragon King, and their hearts were full of ** who participated in the battle.

"Dragon King, you can't ......" Fang Wen persuaded in astonishment, and only halfway through his words, the Dragon King had already slapped his horse and drove out, and the swordsmen around him roared in unison, following behind the Dragon King like a wind.

Fang Wen shook his head, rode his horse around, and returned to the same place, he was a strategist, only by staying at a safe distance, his brain could work normally, and when he arrived at the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying, he would have to be paralyzed without the enemy's hands.

"Hey, reckless, too reckless. Fang Wen muttered in a low voice, and couldn't help but think, why didn't the king compete for him as a strategist? King Shule had obviously seen his ability, but he didn't show his love for talent, "Born at the wrong time." He thought helplessly, and then looked up to see a cloud of smoke and dust rising in the distance.

Fang Wen had a premonition that something was wrong, so he carefully stepped on the horse's pedal and stood up, his right hand holding the whip in front of him, and watched carefully.

The smoke and dust cleared, and another group of men and horses rushed quickly towards the battlefield, with a rough estimate of no less than 3,000 people.

Fang Wen was stunned, the scout got the news that there were only four or five thousand people in Jinpeng Castle, where did these cavalry come from?

The Great Snow Mountain has almost exhausted its full strength, and it will never be able to resist the new new force.

Fang Wen rode forward more than a dozen steps, grabbed the reins, turned the horse's head, it was useless for him to rush up, he was just sent to death in vain, it was better to "maintain strength".

The Great Snow Mountain military division galloped westward, his heart pounding, and at the same time, he was also lamenting his fate was not good, and he had just been appreciated, and his master was about to die in a reckless charge.

Gu Shenwei and all the swordsmen of the Great Snow Mountain had no way of knowing that the catastrophe was coming, the enemy, swords and spears, blood, and dust covered their eyes, and the vast majority of them were killed, and they couldn't even tell the difference between the enemy and me, let alone the cavalry that suddenly appeared several miles away.

Gu Shenwei led more than 100 swordsmen to support the most critical Huagai Peak and the stalemate of the big and small sword peaks, he knew very well that this point of men and horses could not change the situation of the three peaks, so he threw himself into the right wing of the Falling God Peak, which had the upper hand, hoping to eliminate the enemy on this side as soon as possible, and then sweep to the left flank.

But after he entered the battlefield in person, he found that things were not so simple, the already unstable formation of the Great Snow Mountain had been completely scattered, everyone was fighting on their own, and the swordsmen of Luoshen Peak were in a hurry to kill the enemy, and they were scattered all over the battlefield in an instant, and only seven or eight people could still follow the Dragon King closely.

At this time, the swordsmanship of the "Book of the Dead" and the sword technique of Jinpeng Fort are useless, and there are people all around, dead people, living people, enemies, friends, no matter how exquisite martial arts can not be displayed, only the one with the greatest strength wins.

Gu Shenwei held the Dharma Protector long knife in both hands, and every time the knife went down, the enemy's head fell and was broken, and then he ordered the swordsmen he met along the way to follow behind him, and soon, he gathered more than 100 people, forming an unstoppable force, sweeping the right flank battlefield, turning around and killing the central battlefield.

Victory was almost at hand, and the swordsmen on the right flank gathered more and more, summoning each other and following the dragon king in unison, they had already made contact with the enemy soldiers in the center, and in one fell swoop reversed the decline of Huagai Peak.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves was like a thunderbolt, from the ground to the center of the feet, and the two armies that were fighting were startled by this unexpected and incomprehensible sound, and they all stopped the slaughter and turned their heads to look east.

Gu Shenwei was killing and slashing three enemy soldiers, only to find that the situation was wrong.

Thousands of cavalrymen, armed with sharp spears and wearing dark leather armor, were like a black avalanche, killing with smoke and dust that covered the sky and the sun, and only countless large and small Jinpeng flags were clearly visible.

If the Great Snow Mountain formation was still there, if the swordsmen also had spears in their hands, and if the Dragon King still had reserve forces in his hands, the situation might not be so critical.

There are no ifs, only the will to become more and more courageous.

Gu Shenwei pulled out the second Dharma Protector Long Knife from the waiter with the back knife who had been following him, one in each hand, like a red-topped roc spreading its wings, holding the double knives horizontally, bowing slightly, and letting out a wolf-like howl from the deepest part of his abdomen.

Gu Shenwei has calculated everything, once the battle begins, mistakes and failures can no longer be changed, although his father Gu Lun is not a general who leads troops to fight, but he has witnessed and participated in many wars, he does not know the art of war, but based on what he has seen and heard, he summed up a truth: in most cases, there are far more people killed in the process of fleeing than in the course of the confrontation.

This is in line with the killer's rule: at all times, it is always easier and safer to kill from behind than from the front.

Gu Shenwei also only knows a little about the art of war, but he adheres to the principle of never changing: never leave his back to the enemy.

So, he will not give the order to retreat.

The Great Snow Mountain swordsmen would not accept such orders, and even the demigod-like dragon kings could not force them to flee in front of the enemy.

The swordsmen were already very tired, on the battlefield, people often used to kill ten people to cut down an enemy, the physical exertion was extremely fast, the dragon king's howl, but re-aroused the hidden power in everyone's hearts, the beast-like roar spread from the middle of the battlefield to the wings, and soon converged into a single sound, even overshadowing the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves.

The soldiers of Jinpeng Castle, who were fighting with the swordsmen, were in a panic, not only by the roar, but also by the reinforcements behind them, and these cavalry were densely lined up in several rows, their spears pointed diagonally downward, and it seemed that they would not distinguish between friend and foe.

The soldiers fled in panic to both sides, many jumping down the Peacock River, or clinging to the weeds on the cliffs, climbing up desperately, and many more could only lie on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, begging for the blessing of all the gods they knew.

Gu Shenwei wielded two knives, like an indestructible windmill that could walk, the first knife cut off a spear, the second cut off a horse's head, the third knife, the fourth knife...... After each knife, something fell to the ground, and he couldn't tell whether the target was a person or an object, anyway, there were enemies on the front and left and right, and he would never make a mistake.

He seemed to be walking among the thorns that had grown for a hundred years, trying his best to open a narrow passage, but when he looked back, the passage had closed in an instant, and all his efforts were in vain.

This is about to end, he thought, just the moment he waved the knife, and left this thought behind, the six reincarnations, anyone's death is not enough to change the face of the world.

The sword-bearer still followed the dragon king, with two empty scabbards on his back, the filthy black blood flag in his hand, the head stuck in the top of the pole withered to skin and bones, and was watching the pervasive slaughter with empty eye sockets.

Gu Shenwei stuffed a Dharma Protector knife into the waiter's hand, held the knife in both hands, and continued to slash at the wall of the human wall.

"Kill-" Ling Li's cry sounded, but it was not the Dragon King and the Great Snow Mountain swordsman shouting, causing more panic than the cavalry that suddenly appeared.

This time, the sound came from behind the swordsmen.

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