Long Xiao was different from what Yuan Shengnan had seen, he watched the Northwest Army rushing out of Luosha Town coming straight towards him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the blink of an eye, Long Xiao, the vanguard of the feudal kingdom, made a decision.

War!

Fight to the death!

Under the scorching sun in the sky, in the northwest wilderness of yellow sand, outside the small town of Luosha, the battlefield is not peaceful, the angry waves are rolling up, life is endless, and the battle is endless.

The second battlefield opened in an instant, and Han Lao and the three of them had mixed feelings in their hearts, because they were enjoying the one-man show of the West Wolf on the top of the city tower of Luosha Town, but they forgot what Ah San said, until they looked at the West Wolf tribes who fell under the horse's hooves one by one, Han Lao Er and the three finally understood that at this hour, there were only more than 2,000 West Wolf Tribes, and I am afraid that there are not many people who can survive.

The battle is so tragic, and those Central Plains men who fell to the ground and could no longer afford to be able to be accompanied by the yellow sand in the northwest, they are good, and their contributions cannot be erased.

Han Rui of the Western Dragon Legion came with a cavalry to kill angrily.

And Long Xiao has already drawn his bow and waited.

Han Rui rode the dust and bore the brunt.

Looking at the approaching flying horse, Long Xiao's powerful bow in his hand was like a full moon.

Shout......

The arrow went off the string and went straight to Han Rui's heart.

If there is really a lucky thing in this world, then Han Lao Er is definitely the lucky one in this defensive battle of Luosha Town.

Looking at the arrows that came quickly, Han Lao Er's heart was cold, the flying arrows were approaching rapidly, and Han Lao Er was galloping on his horse, and there was no way to avoid it.

In the moment of life and death, maybe God opened his eyes, or maybe it was Yama Luokai's grace,

I don't know what's going on, Han Lao Er sat down on the war horse and stepped into the sand pit.

Thump......

The horse rolled over on its side, and Han Lao Er on horseback pounced forward.

Qiang ......

Han Lao Er rolled over, and he only felt a pain in his head.

And the helmet that was worn over the head was gone.

Han Lao Er, who was disheveled, was squatting on the ground, his brows furrowed, his head roaring, and the arrow hit his helmet heavily, and the strong concussion instantly made him stunned.

Dropping the long sword in his hand, he held his head in both hands, and he was in pain.

And all the cavalry behind him bypassed Han Lao Er one after another and continued to rush forward.

Long Xiao shot out an arrow, and then drew the bow......

Shout......

The arrows are off the string and the moon is gone, and the smoke rises from the strong bow.

The strong bow in Long Xiao's hand continued to be drawn, and the sound of the bouncing strong bow and arrows continued to explode in Hu Hanshan's mind.

When the arrow comes out, it is a fresh life that loses its vitality and falls to the ground.

This is the God of Arrows.

Eleven arrows later, the Northwest Army finally made contact with the vanguard battalion of the feudal army.

Looking at the wooden shield that had already been erected, the cavalry of the Northwest Army rode away without stopping.

The cavalry of the Northwest Army was less than three zhang away from the vanguard battalion of the feudal army.

From the gap between the wooden shields, countless Changge suddenly stretched out, and the silver-white metal Changge made people's hearts tremble, but in the distance that was broken, it was vain to want to strangle the horse's hooves.

Of course, the cavalry of the Northwest Army has seen this kind of trick, but such tricks are still rare, and they can still play a huge role under the impact of the cavalry in the front row.

As long as the cavalry in the front row is blocked, the cavalry that is blocked behind will naturally slow down, and the rush will naturally be eased a lot.

It's just that the tricks of the vanguard battalion of the feudal army have naturally stimulated the bloody fighting spirit of the Northwest Army.

Under the scorching sun above the desert in the northwest, knowing that it would be a lifeless situation under the cold and cold vassal army Changge, none of the cavalry in the front row flinched.

Facing that Changge, the soldiers in the front row were inspired to fight.

"Drive!" the soldiers roared, as if they were letting out the last roar of their lives.

The roar of horses that resounded through the heavens and the earth, this is the sorrow, for the homeland, for the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty, the last bang they made in their lives.

"Smack!" the soldiers roared angrily, and did not forget to slap the back of the sword in their hands on the back of the horse, making a snapping sound.

As soon as Fang came into contact, it stimulated a strong battle, and the scene of people turning on their backs was staged at the same time on a battle beacon line more than 100 zhang long.

Long Xiao's order to fight to the death brought the battle of the savior of Luosha Town to a climax.

Hundreds of undead fell in front of the wooden shield, and the small line of defense formed by the wooden shield was also shattered by the first wave of sprint.

The galloping horse tumbled to the ground and pressed hard against the wooden shield.

And the dwarf line of defense, which was made up of pieces of dwarf wooden shields, collapsed in an instant.

The front row of the Northwest Army was completely damaged, but it also completely tore apart the defensive line.

The speed of the follow-up cavalry of the Northwest Army did not decrease, and the great sons of the Northwest Army with long swords in hand entered the sheepfold like hungry wolves.

The sword was wielded wantonly, and with the speed of the horse, the sword could bring blood splashes when swept at will.

When a hungry wolf enters the sheepfold, how can he not tear and bite with pleasure?

Geng Guotou and Death are the heads of the wolves, and everywhere they pass, there are corpses everywhere.

Blood into the yellow sand, wolf smoke everywhere!

The powerful bow in Long Xiao's hand continued to fill, and where the Dao arrow passed, there was a blood flower.

The vanguard battalion of the feudal army was experienced in a hundred battles, and under the torture of the Xu Zi battalion, although it could not reap any benefits from the cavalry of the powerful ten-person squad of the Xu Zi battalion, it was not tortured by the Xu Zi battalion to death, that is, a pioneer officer was killed, and more than a dozen adjutant generals.

Since Long Xiao was appointed as the vanguard officer, after rectifying military discipline, after facing the Xu Zi Battalion, he has lost his previous decline, but can still maintain the lowest casualties under the fast horse of the Xu Zi Battalion.

Now in the face of the cavalry of the Northwest Army, on the contrary, they are not chaotic, and all the soldiers are facing each other with Changge, fighting with the cavalry who rushed to kill.

Obviously, under the pressure of the fast cavalry of the Xu Zi battalion, the vanguard battalion of the feudal army has a lot of experience in dealing with cavalry, but the cavalry that has dominated the northwest wilderness for hundreds of years is not so broken.

Of course, the paprika tactics used by the rogue legion are new, but the cost of this is also huge.

The rapid rush of the cavalry of the Northwest Army kept approaching the carriage where Long Xiao, the vanguard of the feudal army, was in.

High in the carriage, Long Xiao was still indifferent, his order was to fight to the death, and he couldn't retreat, and no one in the feudal army was greedy for life and afraid of death. And this kind of practice is to take the pioneer officer and other pioneers as an example, so that there is such a strong pioneer battalion.

As for Hu Hanshan at this moment, he saw that both sides were fighting together without fear of death, and the main reason for this was himself, recalling that he thought he could use the Western Tiger Army as a bait and wanted to delay the feudal army, but when he went out to fight, he unexpectedly fell into the enemy's trap, fell into the enemy camp, and then was captured alive.

Looking at the Northwest soldiers who were constantly falling in pools of blood, Hu Hanshan, the commander of the Northwest Army who was tied into zongzi, was full of guilt.

struggled to stop all this, but only a pair of eyes were left outside that were tied up by the flowers, where could they struggle to get off?

Long Xiao listened to the sound of the silk rope twisting and twisting, and smiled slightly.

"Want to stop all this? Actually, I can't figure it out, how can a person like you, Hu Hanshan, become the commander of the Northwest Army of the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty?" Long Xiao sneered.

"Woo woo......" Hu Hanshan wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

"I know what you're going to say, the gap between you and our princess is not half a star. There was incomparable pride in Long Xiao's eyes, because the princess was the pride of all the people in their domain.

When the princess of the feudal army is mentioned, everyone will give it a thumbs up.

"If it were our princess, she would never be as alone as you and be captured alive, if it were me, I would just bite my tongue and kill myself. Long Xiao was constantly stimulating Hu Hanshan.

And Hu Hanshan listened to Long Xiao's words, and he really almost killed himself by biting his tongue impulsively, but as soon as he saw those soldiers who were fighting bloodily for himself, Hu Hanshan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, as if his heart had been slashed by countless knives.

The battle was always fierce, and the cavalry of the Northwest Army went on a rampage, like hungry wolves into the sheepfold, raging in the vanguard camp of the feudal army, vowing to save their commander Hu Hanshan.

On the other side of the battlefield, the cavalry of the feudal army suffered the loss of the West Wolf Division, and after passing through the layer of smoke formed by red and white chili powder and quicklime, the cavalry was lost, but the remaining cavalry of the domain army was still able to deal a heavy blow to the West Wolf Legion, which had no combat effectiveness.

Ah San's right hand was still holding the pipe, and the coat and hat that had never left him before were discarded during the battle, revealing a body that didn't look very strong, but there were traces of time hidden under the dark skin.

Ah San is not handsome, but his appearance is not ugly, he can only be regarded as popular, but his skin is a little dark, and this is very normal among the Western Werewolves, but it only needs to be exposed to the sun for a few days in the Northwest Wilderness, and the skin will immediately turn bronze.

Probably due to the sharp battle for half an hour, Ah San's right hand was trembling.

And the trembling right hand holding the pipe was still going to his mouth.

Ah San chirped his pipe and found that the big smoke in the pipe had long been extinguished, and he could only pass the addiction, but he could not satisfy the smoking addiction.

Ah San turned around and looked at the remnants of the West Wolf Tribe, it was only the first wave of the feudal army, and the West Wolf Tribes had lost half of them.

Of course, this half of the Western Wolf Troops was exchanged for the powerful cavalry under the princess Yuanshengnan of the domain army, which was comparable to the existence of the Xu Zi Battalion.

Ah San looked at such an ending, and he was still not very satisfied.

However, the army members who stood in the small town of Luosha were almost excited, and the incompetent rogue legion, who had been ridiculed by them, defeated the strongest cavalry of the feudal army with their unclothed and hungry old and sick people.

At this moment, the remaining one-third of the cavalry of the feudal army finally got rid of the trouble of chili powder and quicklime, and the cavalry of the feudal army, which was quickly assembled, attacked again.

And what will the Western Wolf Division, which has already lost most of its size, come up with to resist the cavalry of the feudal army attacking again?

This first impact, coupled with the fact that the Western Wolf Tribes were stubbornly pestering the cavalry of the domain army, slowly consumed half an hour, which was still far from the hour that Ah San said.

All the soldiers standing on the tower of Luosha Town watched as the remaining cavalry of the feudal army continued to move towards the remaining West Wolf Division.

Ah San looked at the remaining half of the people helplessly, these are all his brothers, but now this battle has made him lose half of his brothers, and this is only a small half of the time, as for the next time, how many people in the West Wolf Tribes can survive?