There were shouts of killing on the battlefield, and the sound of horse hooves treading the ground as clearly as the tide. Thousands of people were colliding. Arrows occasionally flew over the head in people's sight. The continuous array stirred up chaos, making the head and tail difficult to connect. The general of the white horse and silver spear raised his hand and pierced the bodies of the people in front of him. The Xianbei cavalry who was trying to block it was directly hung on the handle of the gun by the running knight. At the moment he fell off, he was trampled by the war horses rushing from behind.

The sea of ​​people was surging. Zhang Nian led the Liaodong infantry to drive the Xianbei cavalry on the central battlefield. Using shields, the infantry array drove the cavalry without charge into a more crowded area. He was covered in blood, mostly from the enemy. He kept stabbing the war horses in front of him who wanted to squeeze out the shield. In his sight, something seemed to have fallen. He opened his eyes wide with his hideous eyes, raised his spear and pointed at it, roaring: "The big star of the Xianbei people fell down."

The voice spread, and the sword-shield infantrymen with shields in front saw only half of the flagpole standing there in the distance. Almost the whole army's morale burst out, and they shouted loudly and slapped the shield with their swords, "The Xianbei was defeated!! They were defeated! Brothers, kill me."

At this time, the Korean central army was breaking through with a big waist and round body. It stretched its neck and widened its eyes: "What, Jue Ji died?!" An enemy general rushed towards him with fierce shouts. The moment he swung his sword, his voice suddenly shouted: "Zhao Zilong, you pay me a betrothal gift!!!" The giant axe roared and smashed, and the golden iron burst out, and the bent blade flew into the sky. Before the Xianbei general could finish his voice, his head was cut off, and the war horse was carrying the headless corpse and trotted from the side.

Soon, the wolf howl blew on the other side of the hillside.

Zhao Yun wiped the blood on his face. While the wolf howling sounded across the battlefield, he had already killed under the Xianbei flag. The Xianbei central army array was already in chaos, and most of them had followed the Jue machine to escape from the gap. The ten thousand Xianbei cavalry who had attacked him had turned around and joined in.

After the remaining left and right wings and the middle of Liaodong infantry, nearly 50,000 people lost their command, the Xiaoshuai commander rushed to fight in a hurry, and some even began to move to the edge. The entire huge battlefield was nearly ten miles away, and there were people around. Even if some of them wanted to evacuate, there was a scene where the war horses were crowded with other horses and could not be mobilized, which made the array even more bloated and messy.

The chaotic battlefield was torn and cut. Pan Feng, who pretended to be tens of thousands of cavalry sprinting, hit him and killed several bodies. He had already broken through the array of ten thousand people on the right wing of Xianbei. He could clearly see the figure of the staggered horse and spear in front of him.

"Zilong, where is Jueji's head? How about giving it to me?"

He slashed the Xianbei people blocking the road with an axe. He immediately said, and when the other party looked over with cold eyes, Pan Feng quickly turned his gaze in one direction, looked left and right, raised his giant axe and pointed to the rear: "Jiji ran away, chase me." He continued to chase with a horse's belly, with only about two thousand people.

"I didn't chase Jueji, Mijia, leave this place to the Wuhuan people and Gongsun Du people." Zhao Yun looked around, turned the reins, and led the team to charge again in the direction where Pan Feng had just chased him out, tearing the Xianbei cavalry that was not eye-catching and blocking the way.

Jueji, Mijia and more than 20,000 people fled from the battlefield, paralyzing the entire command system. When they learned that the two tribe leaders, Xiaoshuai, had swearing at the first time. Finally, the big flag fell down and the Shanyu fled. The soldiers below could not bear such pressure. A large number of defeated soldiers ran around desperately. After distinguishing the direction, they ran directly on the edge. Regardless of whether they were their own people or not, they would slash over with fierceness. The other part, like the cavalry entangled by Wuhuan, could not get rid of it, and large groups of people threw down their weapons and dismounted and surrendered.

The evening breeze in the afternoon blew across the hillside, stroking the wolf velvet on the armor. Gongsun Zhi pressed the hilt of the knife and looked coldly at the cavalry below. The infantry chased the defeated soldiers. This victory and defeat were already a foregone conclusion.

Behind him, Yu Du, who was sturdy and stubborn, led several confidant generals to come over: "Lord, please give an order. The Heishan Army has been in Liaodong for a long time and has not even opened the sword. You can't go there for nothing."

"It's not too late yet. Jueji, Mika, isn't that easy to die on the horse. If you want to wipe out the remaining 20,000 people under his command, you have to force them into the mountains."

Gongsun Zhi withdrew his gaze from the wilderness, turned his face slightly, and issued an order: "The Xianbei retreat has been blocked, and the Qianzhao and the Lock Slave should be ambushed in the rear. You can enter the mountain now and go to the predetermined location. There may be some deviations, but it should not be too different. Whether you can do your best depends on you and the Black Mountain Army under your command."

"I will not let my lord down!" Yu Du finally looked excited on his face. After bowing and showing his salute, he waved to Yang Feng and others behind him: "Go back and tell your brothers that there is work to do."

The sunset has already poured red glows on the west side. Looking down at the field, it seems to be burning in this red color. The sight fled to the north with dense torrents. Behind is the Black Mountain, which is less than 7,000 yuan. The white wolf rider is chasing and arrows are shooting at both sides from time to time. However, during this movement, the dense arrows are not large, and the effect is minimal.

Compared with the aggressive pursuit in the rear, Jueji, Mijia led more than 20,000 people to flee wildly, occasionally shooting arrows, and some people were caught off guard while running away. However, the target of more than 20,000 people was too obvious and could be seen everywhere. After a while, rationality gradually returned to the two of them.

"We must find a way to get rid of Gongsun Zhi's cavalry, otherwise if they keep chasing like this, the horses will not be able to run."

As he was running, Jue Ji turned his head and looked back at the back, and could only see his own figure. At this time, he heard Mijia's voice. He shook his head: "I can't get rid of it, so I'd just run back to Xianbei, or turn around and kill another game. The Han people understand military tactics, which makes us Xianbei warriors lose their direction. If we fight again and are prepared in our hearts, we shouldn't be defeated so simply."

"But……"

The rough and majestic body waved his hand on the war horse and shouted loudly: "The warriors of the Xianbei cannot accept such failure. They either go back and fight again, or return to the Xianbei to gather the tribe members again and kill them!"

Around them, there were voices from soldiers.

"Shanyu, front"

The violent voice of Jueji was still echoing. When the words of surprise came to his ears, he turned his head and looked forward. Mika also looked at the opposite side along his sight. Behind him, countless Xianbei cavalrymen who were fleeing and were trembling, were also looking over.

The vision spreads in the red glow.

At this time, the opposite side was spreading, with cavalry standing side by side holding spears like a forest. In the opponent's military formation, in addition to a large flag of the Xianbei in western Liaoning, there was also a general flag painted with a black wolf. After a moment, the soldiers shone straight down, forming a rush.

There is no way out, but there are pursuers behind.

Jue Ji pinched the hilt of the knife and smiled fiercely, took a deep breath and raised his sword: "All the Xianbei warriors, the Han people are stupid!! I thought that this would be the only way to kill the proud Xianbei, so that they could see it..."

He pulled the reins with his hand.

"......The Liaodong Xianbei is not only good at riding horses..."
Chapter completed!