"Bang bang bang~"

"drink!"

In front of the Mo Dao Army's formation, the Yan Army's cavalry were still hitting the frontmost horse-rejecting formation in a steady stream.

One corpse after another was chopped into pieces by the hard knife, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The corpse hanging on the blade was so bloody.

Some half-dead soldiers were lying in a pool of blood, wailing in pain, which was horrifying to hear.

A small slope of corpses had been built in front of the Juma formation. A strong fishy smell filled the air, and the fighting was extremely fierce.

After a while, the Yan army that attacked the formation finally retreated in embarrassment after leaving behind five or six hundred corpses.

Apart from killing some of the Liang troops, they made no achievements. The long sword formation remained motionless, and the roads in the Lazi River Valley were also sealed.

At this time, three or four hours had passed since the Yan army launched the first wave of attacks, and the sunset was slowly setting over the mountains.

The Mo Dao soldiers at the front rotated four or five times, thus ensuring that every wave of soldiers facing the charge was a fresh force.

The Yan army also launched four or five attacks, with 20,000 cavalry taking turns to participate in the attack.

However, every wave of attacks by the Yan army failed, and the fighting spirit of the soldiers was visibly reduced.

After the failure of this attack, the Yan army may not be able to prevent another major attack.

The general commanding from the front has been changed from Lin Hu to Li Siye. The long sword in Li Siye's hand is dripping with blood, but there is no wave in the eyes of the Modao Army commander.

No matter how much the price is paid, he will not let a single soldier pass from here today.

In front of the cavalry formation, Wanyanbi's right hand holding the reins tightly had veins exposed, and he was breathing heavily.

In a half-day attack, he lost nearly 3,000 cavalrymen and seven or eight officers. This kind of loss had reached the limit that Wanyanbi could accept.

If the fight continues, even if they can break through the Mo Dao Formation, more than 10,000 exhausted cavalry will not be able to compete with Liang's army.

Besides, who can be sure how far the war in the Lazi Valley has progressed? Is anyone still alive?

"General, are you still charging?"

A general with blood on his armor walked up to Wanyanbi and asked. From his pale face, it was clear that he had just passed through the Mo Dao Formation.

If it hadn't been for his immediate skill, he would have become one of those corpses.

Wanyan Bi turned his head and glanced at his own military formation. More than 10,000 soldiers were scattered into several waves, and their spirits were very decadent.

At the end of the military formation, there were still two to three thousand wounded soldiers sitting cross-legged on the ground recovering their strength. Many seriously wounded soldiers had no other option but to lie on the ground and wait for death.

The military flag belonging to Wanyan Bi beside the war horse also drooped feebly, losing its former grace.

Can an army like this still force its way into the Mo Dao Formation?

Wanyanbi asked himself, he could no longer take the risk with the lives of the soldiers under his command. It was still a risk with almost no chance of success.

"Forget it, even if we lose three thousand lives, we still can't break through this Mo Dao Formation." Wanyan Bi's tone was a little lonely.

The lieutenant asked cautiously: "Are we not going to the Nalazi Valley? There are tens of thousands of brothers there."

Wanyanbi said with a trembling voice: "It's all in vain if I go there."

Since Chen Yue dares to place his 10,000 Mo Sword troops here in a grand manner, he is telling Wanyan Bi that I will definitely eat up the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in your Lazi Valley Camp!

Even if Modao Formation withdraws on its own now, allowing Wanyanbi to reach the Lazi River Valley without any hindrance, can the Liang army be defeated with more than 10,000 remnants of troops? If they fail, both sides will lose.

If he was careless, or if Liang's army ambushed him, he and he would be gone forever.

The lieutenant lowered his head silently. He knew that after Wanyanbi said these words, those tens of thousands of soldiers would never come back.

"drive!"

Wanyan Bi pulled the reins lightly, stepped forward a few steps with the horse's hooves, glanced at the battlefield composed of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and then murmured:

"Withdraw the troops, send scouts deep behind the enemy lines, and try your best to notify the troops in front of you to retreat. As many as you can withdraw!"

"promise!"

Looking at the Yan army retreating like a tide, Li Siye smiled.

They won this battle!

…

Night fell again, and piles of fires rose in the Lazi River Valley.

The dejected soldiers of the Yan army were crowded in the barracks, surrounded by Liang soldiers holding sharp swords. Even if the soldiers of the Yan army were more numerous than the Liang soldiers, they did not dare to resist.

They don't know if they can survive if they resist, but if they stay here honestly, they won't die for at least a while.

There are also many generals and generals who are collecting captured materials and horses. These things are very needed by the Liang army.

In fact, no one knew that out of the 10,000-horse Suppression Liao Army, only 3,000 people were left in the valley at this moment.

After a brief rest, the remaining people rushed to various forts to encircle and suppress the Yan soldiers who had lost their supplies.

Bihu and Luofu sat quite relaxedly in the handsome tent that originally belonged to Hemu Dawu.

Luofu's body was wrapped in several layers of white gauze. Although the pain continued, his face was always filled with a smile.

"Let me in!"

The tied-up Hemu Dawu was pushed into the camp by several vicious Liang Army lieutenants.

Hemu Dawu's face was filled with grief and anger. When he woke up from a coma, he found that he had been captured.

After all, he was once Wanyan Honglie's general, how could he bear such humiliation? He begged for death several times and has been making trouble till now.

Of course, it is inevitable to suffer some physical pain.

"Kneel down! Kneel down for me!"

Several soldiers held Hemu Dawu's head tightly, and Hemu Dawu's eyes were spitting fire, as if he wanted to eat people.

"General, I think we can just give him a knife and leave him alone, wasting food!" a captain said angrily.

"Come! I'm waiting, kill or behead as you please!" He Mu Dawu said straightly.

"Damn it, be honest!"

The dishonest He Mu Dawu was kicked again.

Ben Hu gently waved his hand: "Forget it, let him go."

Hemu Dawu, who had lost his restraints, stood upright, showing no sign of being a prisoner.

Luofu squinted his eyes and looked at He Mu Dawu, and said with disdain on his face:

"Why, you're not convinced? The 20,000-strong camp was turned into a pot of porridge by 3,000 of us. Why are you not convinced? You are the only one who is arrogant. Why are you so proud?"

He Mu's tone suddenly stagnated, and he was too angry to speak.

Ben Hu sneered: "You should feel lucky to be alive. Take him with you!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Hemu Dawu, who was yelling, was dragged out by the soldiers again.

Luofu asked: "General Ben, do you want to keep this guy?"

Ben Hu smiled slightly: "You are not a mediocre person if you can command an army of fifty thousand. Taking it back to the prince may be of some use."

Luofu nodded.

Ben Hu stood up and stretched his waist: "Hurry up and report your victory to the prince! I will go and deal with the stragglers, and I will leave the soldiers to Brother Luo."
Chapter completed!