The charge of the steppe cavalry was swift and violent, and the distance between them and the Xuanzi squad was getting closer and closer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On everyone's cheeks, sweat is like a stream, leaving it all the time.

But none of them dared to take the wipe at such a time. Because the next second may be the moment of life and death.

Eighty steps, sixty steps, fifty steps, forty steps......

The steppe cavalry was getting closer and closer, and they could even see the hairs on the wind-blown faces of the steppe barbarians.

Both sides were red-eyed at this point.

On the battlefield, there is no mercy, either you die or I die, this is a war between two races, there are no prisoners, only corpses.

The soldiers who issued the order stared at the cavalry charging by the steppe barbarians, silently calculating the distance between the two sides in their hearts. When they were still thirty paces apart, the soldier roared, "Ready." ”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" The prairie people also let out a strange cry, like a terrible ghost.

The scimitar in his hand kept turning in circles in the air, adjusting the most suitable position, and cutting down in that position could bring the most terrible damage to the enemy.

Twenty steps, fifteen steps.

Now is the time. The creep roared loudly as if he had used up all the air stored in his alveoli.

"Slash!"

At the sound of an order, the soldiers of the Xuanzi team, who had been waiting for a long time, frantically hugged the iron sword in their hands with the ** force of an individual, and slashed neatly, and the sword qi and sword qi several feet long shot out directly.

Without waiting for the result, the command was issued again.

"Slash again. ”

"Slash again!"

"Slash!"

......

One after another, everyone was mechanical, frantically mobilizing their internal forces, emitting one sword qi after another.

There are even people who directly exhaust their internal strength and sit on the ground.

Ten sword qi were sent out in a row, and suddenly, in the space twenty steps in front of the Xuanzi team, it was as if they had suddenly fallen into a space storm.

Countless sword qi and sword qi tore everything in front of them, and even the space seemed a little distorted.

The person at the forefront of the steppe cavalry suddenly had a frightened expression on his face, and before he could even let out a scream, the whole person was torn to pieces by the dense sword qi.

Here, it was as if it had become a meat grinder from hell, and every twenty steps in front of the Xuanzi team, whether it was a person or a horse, was instantly torn apart and turned into pieces of minced meat.

The leader of the grassland looked dazed, he was always in the team close to the front, he thought that he had won the battle, but he never thought that the Datang soldiers would launch such a terrifying attack.

He could not stop, and once the cavalry charge was launched, it was simply not something that could be controlled by manpower. In desperation, he could only rush into the dead Jedi filled with blood and bones, and become part of all the pieces.

These are long words, but everything happened between lightning and flint, just in the past ten breaths, hundreds of steppe cavalry turned into a pile of highly stacked corpses.

When the last wave of sword qi slashed at the grassland cavalry, a whole row of grassland cavalry seemed to have stepped on a big pit, and they pounced neatly on the ground.

The corpses that fell in front instantly became the most feared stumbling stones for the steppe cavalry, one after another the steppe cavalry fell, and the cavalry in the rear crashed into the bodies of the cavalry in front, squeezing one by one, and hitting one by one.

In the distance, one cavalry after another was seen flying from their horses and falling to the ground.

The whole steppe cavalry was in disarray.

In the entire Tang army, everyone saw the scene in front of them, and immediately let out a shocking cheer, they won, they can win, the cavalry of the grassland barbarians is not an invincible existence.

In this moment, they found something called faith. Everyone's faces were filled with excitement.

Cui Yu's face finally put a smile on his face, but he knew that the battle was not over yet, and what was left was the most brutal stage.

The members of the Xuanzi team held their swords one by one, gasping for breath, and the crazy sword qi spilled out like a storm, so that their internal strength was almost exhausted, and now what supported them to stand up was nothing else, but a will, or rather, a desire for life.

But their faces were full of smiles, and the word confidence was written all over them.

The little soldier who issued the order stood up, his body seemed to tremble a little, he raised his long sword high, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "If you don't win, you will die, I will be invincible, kill!"

"If you don't win, you die, kill!"

One soldier after another stood up, even though their bodies were trembling because of the overdraft of physical strength and internal force, but at this moment, they felt that they had infinite strength.

"If you don't win, you die!"

Everyone kept shouting this slogan, as if it was a source of their strength.

Now there are four or five hundred people who have survived the grassland barbarians, although their realm is low, but they are all sitting on horseback, and their physical strength and internal strength are more than those of the Xuanzi team.

Although they were all more or less injured before, their overall strength is now much higher than that of the Xuanzi team.

However, when they saw the soldiers of the Xuanzi team who were almost crazy, they somehow rose in their hearts.

Fifteen steps is too close.

In the blink of an eye, the two parties had collided together.

At this moment, it doesn't matter what martial arts or what moves, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The people of the Xuanzi team had long forgotten about life and death at this time, and they had only one belief in their hearts, to kill all these barbarians.

One corpse after another fell, there were barbarians, there were also Xuanzi soldiers, and now it would be the most primitive fight.

Cruel, cold, horrifying.

The sun is setting, and the remnants of the afterglow shine on the earth.

More than 200 members of the Xuanzi team stood on the ground full of corpses, they held their swords in their hands, raised their heads high, and the rough breath from their mouths turned into a real white mist in the cold air.

They won, they won, really badly.

Even if the cavalry of the steppe barbarians was abolished by them, they could still only win a miserable victory.

But in the end, it was still victorious.

With Cui Yu's acquiescence, all the remaining teams of soldiers of the Xuanzi team rushed to the battlefield frantically, they lifted them high and carried them towards the army.

Looking at them with respect, it was they who brought confidence to the entire army composed of martial arts, and at this moment, they deserved to be called heroes.

They no longer have the strength to move around, and they can fight until now, and their only belief is to live.

When the battle is over, they can continue to stand not because they still have the strength, but because their muscles are stalemate, and they can't even sit down.

The soldier who issued the order was carried in front of Cui Yu.

Cui Yu could take a closer look at this soldier at this time, he was not very old, but he was only twenty-three or four years old. But with a resolute face, under the baptism of battle, he didn't look like a martial arts warrior at this time, but more like a general.

Cui Yu looked at him, and he also looked at Cui Yu.

Cui Yu pulled out his sword and pointed it at him, and the noisy army instantly became quiet.

"Tell Ben what your name is!"

The soldier ignored Cui Yu's sword pointing at him, asked everyone to put him down, walked up to Cui Yu with difficulty, and said, "There is no mountain in the next bell." ”

The sword in Cui Yu's hand fell abruptly and was inserted in front of Zhong Wushan, Cui Yu said with a smile: "From now on, you will call yourself the last general Zhong Wushan, because from today on, you will become a general!"