With this roar from the god of murder.

The will of a whole Great Yan bronze masked soldier collapsed.

Even the horses sitting down began to be out of control.

The horse kept stomping his feet on the spot, exhaling white breath intermittently, and sometimes shook his head.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-

Many horses even began to collapse to the ground.

The skill of the God of Killing Bai Qi is not something that their level can fight against.

"Drink." The Daqin Field Army on the periphery pointed the long spear in his hand at the enemy in front of him.

"kill!!!"

Bai Qi is the god of killing and the slaughter of man.

They are even more bloodthirsty.

Facing the Bronze Mask Army, which is now close to collapse.

The Qin Field Army stretched out its long sword and took it back.

Reaping human heads is as simple as harvesting wheat fields.

Deputy General Bai Qi, Wang He, had already cracked his white teeth.

Retract the drawn sword.

Drawing the big axe from behind, his eyes like a beast.

"Hu-" draw a semicircle around Dayue.

He held the reins tightly on his left hand and leaned forward slightly.

Roaring loudly:

"Pingyang Chongjia Army!"

A slaughtering army even with horses in black armor appeared.

"Heavy Cavalry!"

The eyes of the Dayan troops were grinning.

As a vanguard unit, they only came to kill after receiving information about ordinary Chinese infantry troops.

Now there are heavy cavalry?

The heavy cavalry in the flat terrain in central Zhongzhou is simply a king's army.

Rushing and fighting wildly.

"Run!!!" looked at the Pingyang Chongjia Army getting closer and closer.

The leader wearing a bronze mask was sweating all over his back and tried his best to shout out a syllable.

Swish-

Wang Dayue fell down and cut off the bronze mask of the leader opposite.

A neat blood mark appeared on the human face, connecting from the chin to the forehead.

Before he could react.

I saw Wang Luo get off the horse and move it.

Just now he was 3 meters away, and he was standing side by side with the mask commander.

Wang Yu grabbed with one hand, and the blue veins in his arms burst out, and he threw the mask leader in front of Bai Qi behind him.

Ha ha--

He was not killed, and the masked commander lay on the ground and gasped loudly.

He slowly raised his head and saw that the person in front of him was not the old man with black armor and white hair just now, but a handsome man wearing a crown and a black, red and gold tricolor dragon robe.

"The King of China, Xia Yu!"

The mask commander instantly recognized the stirrup in Zhongzhou.

He didn't even have time to stand up, and he stuck his hands back, rolled and crawled, and quickly retreated.

He stopped until his palm touched the thick horse's hooves.

Swallowed and spit.

"Entered!"

All around were black armored soldiers.

"It is the same army as the infantry before, but it is several times stronger than them."

This is the only information he can grasp now.

There is no way to retreat, there is no way to escape.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked up at the cold man in a dragon robe opposite him.

"It's obviously just an ordinary infantry unit..."

News about scouts kept popping up in his mind.

But this general with powerful skills has already appeared here.

It made him realize that he had hit a nail, and it might be the hardest nails in China.

"Who has Murong Yi summoned?"

Xia Yu, who descended on the formless puppet, had a cold voice.

Dare to enter the central part and ambush the Chinese troops.

Have a well-trained regular force.

The current Dayan is a little different from the previous Murong family.

"I heard that Murong Yi summoned an amazing character, and this should be the work of that character."

Looking at the masked commander opposite, he stopped talking.

Xia Yu was not in a hurry and just looked at him like this.

And the sounds of the bronze mask army being killed continued to invade the brain of the mask commander.

He was ambitious when he came, and now he died in the wilderness.

"I thought I would make achievements and become a general without a killer."

The mask leader looked at Xia Yu, his eyes full of hatred.

After saying this, the next second, black blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth and his eyes burst out.

"Ha...ha...I'm just a pioneer...I won't...let it go..."

Before he finished speaking, the mask leader turned his head and his whole body became soft.

An iron eagle ricketed off the horse and spread the teeth of the mask commander.

"King, this person has poison in his mouth and bites himself."

Xia Yu nodded indifferently: "Our job killer, the standard method of the general of Dayan."

I have seen many enemies, but it is rare for Xia Yu to die so simply.

"Master, I will ask them to keep some people and then torture them severely." Bai Qi said from the side.

"No need." Xia Yu shook his head, "Kill it, a group of pioneer cannon fodder can't pry out anything."

"As for your order!" Facing Xia Yu, Bai Qi respected him very much.

Looking at the mask commander who was extremely tragic in death, Xia Yu muttered a keyword he mentioned before his death.

"Tiefutu..."

"Is it Jin Wushu?" Bai Qi thought for a moment and said the name.

The cavalry emperor Tiefutu was famous in the hands of Jin Wushu.

But Xia Yu did not respond directly.

He frowned: "Tiefutu...Dayan...Murong family..."

In the Kyushu world, everyone basically relies on historical heroes to develop.

The strength of a hero also represents the strength of a territory.

So many times, all heroes, in addition to their names, are hidden related skills and even experiences.

Over time, part of history will only be circulated between the upper levels of Kyushu.

Even monopolized by certain forces.
To be continued...