Blood bloomed in the sky.

"Leave your head!" The majestic voice shouted in an instant. The sword light flashed through the oncoming shadow as the war horse galloped over the neck of the oncoming figure. The head flew, and the horse's hooves swelled wildly, rushing towards the thousands of cavalry in front of him. The three famous cavalry approached with spears, and the moment they passed by him, the sword light and silver spear swung, and several times in succession. The figure in the white robe waved the sword edge across the man's waist and cut the leather armor. The gentian spear in his right hand buzzed out of his hand and nailed out.

On the chest of the second Xianbei cavalry who rushed up, then the human body with the sword edge was falling down. He also approached the second cavalry who was shot. He reached out and grabbed it and pulled the spear out of the opponent's body. The next second, the third cavalry in front rushed forward and stabbed the spear out. The sword light slashed down. The spear rod crackled and broke. The white horse sword that was slashing down turned and wiped it across the man's neck. The jade lion just passed by the opponent and killed him straight ahead.

No fear of many people

"General Zhao! The Xianbei right-wing cavalry has been circumvented!" The cavalry behind him caught up and someone shouted.

Amid the sound of the attacks of the twilight, the white figure rushed to the front. When a gentian gun lifted the figure opposite from him from the horse's back, he turned his face slightly, "Don't worry, protect me on both sides and take the central army's plane!"

The vision was drawn into the sky, and the tide that came from came gathered into a figure in the white robe and rushed into the more than a thousand Xianbei cavalry on the Central Army. Zhao Yun danced with a dragon gall spear and drove the cavalry that rushed towards him, hesitating that he had his subordinates on both sides of the left and right, and his advancement became more rapid.

"Jiji! I saw you"

The tone of a wolf made a cold sound. The gentian waved violently, and the astonishing force pierced a young Xianbei coach. In front of Zhao Yun, someone was riding a horse to kill him. He didn't care at all. He rushed towards the man with the corpse on the gun. With a puff, blood splashed up, and the gentian gun penetrated into the cavalry. "Ahhh" Zhao Yun roared and threw the gun rod, and the two corpses hung on it flew out, smashing the two Xianbei people who happened to rush down the war horses.

"Stop him! Send someone to block this Han cavalry." Jue machine circled the horse, the white figure and spear cut across his vision, saw the scene ahead clearly. During the battle, he shouted violently and sent the cavalry of the central army over again.

Just when he issued an order to mobilize cavalry again, the distance of the right wing, which was originally defensive, was slightly weaker than the focus of the battlefield confrontation because it was close to the Liaohe River. Before, 10,000 cavalry were transferred, and the rest were all observing the war ahead and the foothills. When someone turned around and found something strange, everything changed again.

On the horse's back, someone pulled the bow and pulled the string sound.

"There is a situation..." The Xianbei cavalry was only halfway through his speech, and the arrows suddenly pierced on his body and fell down. The tense atmosphere was like ripples on the water surface. More people noticed the strangeness there. Two miles away, a seemingly large cavalry was wading across the Liaohe River and coming to fight here.

Jue Ji diverted his attention from there, looked at the right wing, frowned, and the smoke and dust rolled up in the slanting skylight all showed the number of this cavalry. "There are actually ambushing... Where did Gongsun Zhi come from? Immediately notify the right wing defense..."

As the horn was blowing, the cavalry array on the right wing slowly turned around and turned to the seemingly numerous cavalryman. The head man and the little coach kept giving orders: "Plant a gun, pull the bow."

Although the 80,000 troops gathered by the tribes of Jueji and Mijia have lived on horseback since childhood, they did not have strict and orderly training. Every time a war begins, a large number of young tribes have changed from nomads to soldiers. The Xianbei people are still powerful when relying on instinct and blood brave one-on-one, but the unified battle is much worse in the end, and the unity of each tribe also leads to command defects. By the time Jueji's order was issued, he was transferred to the hands of the small commander of their respective tribes, and the speed was much slower. Many people vented their courage and grabbed the spear tremblingly.

By the time of unity and coordination, the sudden Han cavalry in front was about to reach the front line. The horse's hooves were approaching, and the giant axe he swung had reached zero distance.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The giant axe smashed down, and then the blade, spear, and war horse dragged the branches tied to the tail and followed closely to kill them.

The axe slashed through the body, and the sound of bones breaking and flying, blood and flesh splashed out astonishingly, and the Xianbei cavalry on the back of the war horse also flipped and flew backwards.

Around, rows of charge cavalry rushed into the horses, spears pierced like a forest, and picked off the horses through the galloping figures. The Xianbei cavalry on the spot was also penetrated by the rushing spears, and the sticky blood exploded with the charge. Pan Feng pushed forward with his strange "ah ah" scream, and the Black Mountain Cavalry behind followed closely, like a plow that turned the blood-red road in the crowd.

"I want to get married, who will lend me a betrothal gift?"

Pan Feng slashed left and right, stretched his head out from time to time, looked at the big star in the middle, and waved his axe to cut the pounced figure into blood, and shouted at Zhao Yun who was rushing on the other side: "Zilong, don't steal my head."

However, the distance was too far and the sound of fighting was boiling. Where could you hear the fierce figures of the other side rushing forward? The white horse suddenly stepped across the ground, and the dragon spear shook the crowd ahead and dragged out a long line with five thousand white wolf cavalry, just like a lonely boat flowing against the river, breaking through the waves and killing another team of Xianbei cavalry. His eyes were fixed on the figure under the big flag, lifting the gun and swinging it, directly poking the head of a close Xianbei soldier, pulling it out, and his brain was overflowing.

The cold eyes burst out with murderous intent, and he rode his horse and swung his gun: "Kill the opportunity!" The wolf cavalry behind him shouted out roaringly, speeding up again. In a blink of an eye, it was almost at the central army.

In the entire battlefield, the mixed Liaodong cavalry and the army in the north were still advancing slowly, and they drove away less than 20,000 Xianbei cavalry in the direction of Jueji. On the other hand, the 30,000 cavalry of the Wuhuan people were all surrendered, and their morale was not high. They could only fight with 20,000 Xianbei cavalry, and they were hard to separate. The White Wolf Cavalry and Heishan Cavalry broke through the Xianbei defense line at a terrifying speed. Even if the number of people was too small, it didn't matter, but the psychological pressure on the Xianbei cavalry was real. Once the two cavalry killed the central army, Jueji and Mijia had to consider the transfer.

"What should I do... How to deal with the enemy..." Jue Ji thought in his mind, his eyes kept observing back and forth on the front line that caused huge pressure on both sides, and then swung his sword to point at the nearest white figure: "Around this man first." As he shouted in a loud voice, a burly figure beside him carrying a big knife and rushed out with a loud roar.

"I wish to offer the enemy's head to Shanyu!"

Tuoba suddenly led a hundred warriors from the clan to mix among the cavalry of the central army and slashed the white-robed and silver-armored Han generals who were coming towards him angrily. The two horses intertwined, raised their dragon gall spears, and directly wiped the opponent's blade, poked them down at the face of the barbarian general. The blood light flew away. The moment he pulled out the gun, the body fell down.

In the chaotic battlefield, people and horses circled and cut and intercepted. Someone pulled his bow and aimed at the white. With a whoosh, the arrow passed through the crowd and flew over the heads. Feeling the murderous intent coming, Zhao Yun suddenly grabbed the horse's belly and headed towards the horse's back. He saw a spear crossing and stabbed over the soldiers. An arrow flew over to the soldiers.

"Ah" Zhao Yun suddenly swung the dragon gall away, knocked the spear of the Xianbei soldiers in front of him, and sat up. A white wolf cavalry next to him came over and stabbed the man down. When shouting the word "General", Zhao Yun suddenly inserted his spear into the ground on the back of the horse, and took out a long bow and put an arrow in front of him. He shot the Xianbei big bar, and pulled out the gun and rode his horse. He pushed the left and rushed into the throat of the Xianbei Xiaoshuai. He kept roaring: "Follow me."

Wherever I passed, with the gun shadow dancing wildly, blood splattered everywhere, and the white robe was touched, spotless.

A trace of paleness could be seen on Jueji's dark face. An arrow was stably inserted on the flagpole not far from him. "This man is so fierce..." He pinched the hilt and loosened it, swallowing his throat. He has always been known for his bravery in the Xianbei. At this time, he saw that the other party was about to kill, and he had no courage to rush forward.

Click

The flagpole suddenly cracked and then quickly expanded and spread. Another sound of breaking sound was heard. Gao Li's big flag broke and fell down in an instant. At this moment, Juji made a decision.

"Walk!"

He shouted loudly, rode his horse to change direction, and accelerated towards a gap, fearing that the general on the opposite side would catch up with him, so he shot him in the back of his head, and the guards and his personal horses would all follow him. Now the big flag has fallen and there is no need to protect him, so he rode his horse to gallop.

On the distant hillside, Gongsun Zhi, who was standing on the rock, looked down at the entire battlefield. When he saw the Xianbei Crown falling, he raised his hand: "Send the order, let go of a road, and drive them up the mountain."

After a moment, the wolf howl blew.
Chapter completed!