Facing the five thousand cavalry, they had no other plan. The plan seemed so powerless in the face of absolute power. They had to get rid of the cavalry behind them. They had no choice but to fight to the death, and they were surging blood, and they were indomitable and had no regrets in fighting. The shouts of killing continued, and the cavalry quickly rushed into the crowd and fought with the barbarian cavalry without regrets.

They rushed into the enemy's army formation, and with the desire to fight to the death without regrets, they bravely defeated the enemy. In a short time, the barbarian cavalry who had handed over the troops was very injured.

"Puchi!"

The sword light cuts down the enemy.

"Puchi!"

The sword cuts off the enemy soldiers in half.

"Puchi!"

Wherever the sword shadow falls, there is killing but not living.

"Puchi!"

They slashed down on their shoulders, and amid the barbarians' wailing, they were ruthless.

The cavalry of less than two thousand cavalry continued to charge back and forth, and this earth-shaking fighting spirit actually slowed down the pace of the entire five thousand barbarian cavalry, but the people around Zhang Kaifeng and Zhou Qi were slowly decreasing.

"Hmph, it's really useless for these ants to appear here." The barbarian general frowned and said cold murderous intent from him: "Order the left-wing cavalry to wipe out these ants."

The sudden appearance of the cavalry was insignificant to the barbarian cavalry, but their courage eventually attracted a large number of cavalry to siege and kill them.

"Puchi!"

The blood was sprinkled all over the floor.

"Puchi!"

A knife in the chest pierced the back, and a hot spring splattered out. The soldier of the black armored cavalry shouted angrily, and with the last bit of unyielding fighting spirit, he cut off the enemy's opponent from his hand, and then he willingly fell from the horse.

"Puchi!"

The unwilling tiger eyes were closed not far away, because they had not seen the enemy defeated, which was a attachment to their hometown and had no regrets to die.

"Puchi!"

Even if one of the arms is cut off, you have to give the other party a knife. The light of the knife cuts through the other party's throat and continues to rush.

Facing the five thousand cavalry, they had no other plan. The plan seemed so powerless in the face of absolute power. They had to get rid of the cavalry behind them. They had no choice but to fight to the death, and they were surging blood, and they were indomitable and had no regrets in fighting. The shouts of killing continued, and the cavalry quickly rushed into the crowd and fought with the barbarian cavalry without regrets.

They rushed into the enemy's army formation, and with the desire to fight to the death without regrets, they bravely defeated the enemy. In a short time, the barbarian cavalry who had handed over the troops was very injured.

"Puchi!"

The sword light cuts down the enemy.

"Puchi!"

The sword cuts off the enemy soldiers in half.

"Puchi!"

Wherever the sword shadow falls, there is killing but not living.

"Puchi!"

They slashed down on their shoulders, and amid the barbarians' wailing, they were ruthless.

The cavalry of less than two thousand cavalry continued to charge back and forth, and this earth-shaking fighting spirit actually slowed down the pace of the entire five thousand barbarian cavalry, but the people around Zhang Kaifeng and Zhou Qi were slowly decreasing.

"Hmph, it's really useless for these ants to appear here." The barbarian general frowned and said cold murderous intent from him: "Order the left-wing cavalry to wipe out these ants."

The sudden appearance of the cavalry was insignificant to the barbarian cavalry, but their courage eventually attracted a large number of cavalry to siege and kill them.

"Puchi!"

The blood was sprinkled all over the floor.

"Puchi!"

A knife in the chest pierced the back, and a hot spring splattered out. The soldier of the black armored cavalry shouted angrily, and with the last bit of unyielding fighting spirit, he cut off the enemy's opponent from his hand, and then he willingly fell from the horse.

"Puchi!"

The unwilling tiger eyes were closed not far away, because they had not seen the enemy defeated, which was a attachment to their hometown and had no regrets to die.

"Puchi!"

Even if one of the arms is cut off, you have to give the other party a knife. The light of the knife cuts through the other party's throat and continues to rush.

"Puchi!"

Blood spilled on the ground, and blood poured into the sky.

The battlefield is vast, but it cannot hide this sad battle. Heaven seems to be moved, and tears burst out from the eyes. Where the sword light falls, there is a loyal soul, and where the sword sharpens, there is a blood everywhere. If you serve the country loyally, shed your blood for the people, you will have no regrets in this life.

"General!"

"My brother!"

"Good!"

"My son!"

"My brother!"

The people on the fortress came, and tears filled the river. Some of them were old and some were young and not yet grown up. Both men, women, young and old were there, but their homes were at the back and they fought to the death. They were all holding weapons, but they could not go down because the last line of defense must be held by them. Even if their relatives fell down and their lovers died under the knife, they did not rush out.

The sound of drum beats thunder and heads straight into the Ninth Heaven. It is the unyielding war soul roaring, the immortal military soul roaring, and this border fortress that is in a corner also has heroic stories, and there are also tragic stories about sprinkling blood writing about the family and country.

The armor on their bodies was already unable to withstand the slash of the blade, and their bodies were covered with wounds and blood flowed. The brothers who were withering life and death around them fell down immediately, but they did not slow down because of this, but their eyes were tears, blood, and a silent farewell. However, their war horses were not dead and they charged, and their master's will was completed by them until they exhausted their last slight strength and fell down to their master's life and death.

The black armor on Zhou Qi's body had long been shattered, and blood flowed out from it. A ferocious scar was added to his face. His eyes were firm, with blood flowing, gritting his teeth, and enduring his sword fell down with his subordinates.

Zhang Kaifeng, who had been dyed red in white, waved his sword and slashed it. There were countless wounds on his body, and the tears in his eyes stopped. The most painful thing was not the silent crying, but the broken heart was at a glance.

Zhou Qi and Zhang Kaifeng rushed in front. They used their bodies as their subordinates to block the knife, so that they could have one less knife on their bodies and survive, even if they knew that there was little hope. How could the soldiers following them not know? But they could not mess up because of this, and even if they felt heartbroken, they could not rush forward.

The thunder and fury are terrifying, the wind and rain are sad, and a song of elegy is gathered together.

"Puchi!"

Kobayashi was slashed with a knife and fell off his horse.

"Xiaolin!" Zhang Kaifeng's eyes widened, and he roared in grief, and slashed down a nearby barbarian cavalry with one sword.

"Xiao He!" Zhou Qi cut off a barbarian cavalry and roared and shouted.

The heavy rain never stops, blood flows into a river, and blood flows into a drift. This is the battle song of life and the roar of death. A cavalry of less than two thousand can actually hold up five thousand elite cavalry. What a feat that no one can do, but these people did it. They exchange death for life in exchange for their relatives to avoid the slaughter of war.

The number of people of 1,85,1,800,500,500,200 was decreasing, and finally they were dispersed. They didn't know where their comrades were. They only held one belief, killing, killing one. In the end, they could not hold back the footsteps of the five thousand elite cavalry. Their strength was constantly consumed, just like life flowing away bit by bit, and then fell down. Life and death followed, and the brothers saw each other again.

"Burning these warriors with great fun." After seeing all the Dayan cavalry rushing in, Boritechi, the general of the Shaman tribe, sighed and indulged in seeing countless life and death, he was also moved.

"Yeah!" Suddenly, Boritechi looked back and saw the white young man rushing toward a middle-aged man beside him, saying, "Herna, go and send that warrior for a ride."

"It's the general." A man named Hena heard a senseless voice and rode his horse toward Zhang Kaifeng, who was still on the verge of rushing toward him.

Immediately, the barbarian army stopped stopping and rushed towards the fortress less than two miles to launch a general attack.

The sword was swinging continuously, and the sword was as strong as a mountain, and the fierce scimitar was shaken open, and then blood splashed, and many barbarian cavalry fell down. Even if they were cut by the scimitar, the white man in front of them did not retreat. Gradually, these barbarian cavalry had a terrible idea. He came from hell and was not afraid of life and death.

The person who swung the sword was like a machine, tireless. The blood dripped from the sword was constantly dripping. The bright red sword was like the god of death. He did not have many frequent moves, only the most common moves, such as chopping, stabbing, pointing, breaking, cutting, snatching, and slashing, but these ordinary sword moves were not as ordinary as they could reveal the most magnificent style.

"Huhh!"

Suddenly, the fist wind was stirring, like an angry wave. Although Zhang Kaifeng, who was sacrificing his life and forgot to die, could still hear this enchanting fist wind. The people who fought to the death were highly focused and abandoned a barbarian cavalry. He turned his wrist and slashed out with a sword.

"when!"

Hena was surprised, but his fist went forward and touched the sword that had slashed over. A crisp sound rang out, and then the waves of air rolled up the waves.

Zhang Kaifeng's body shook, and the opponent's fist was domineering. He uploaded it from the sword to him. He could no longer help but spew out blood. Zhang Kaifeng's eyes blurred. He had already left the horse. His shoulder was carried by one person, running in the other direction, gradually moving away from the battlefield, and the sound of fighting could no longer be heard.

With a touch, he was thrown aside. Under the heavy blow, his internal organs surging violently. He spit out a mouthful of blood again, his face pale as paper, and his whiteness was dyed red by blood and sweat, turning into a tug.

"Get up, let me give you the warrior for a ride." Hena's cold voice came out.

A voice came from his ears, Zhang Kaifeng looked up, blood flowed through his eyes, and he saw Hena in the red light. This person was dressed very similar to the Central Plains. His appearance was not very good-looking, very ordinary, and he belonged to the kind of person who could hardly remember it after seeing it once. Hena stood with his hands behind his back, and a blazing aura swept out. A very familiar aura was a warrior in the realm of Qi Refining and Essence.

Holding the sword, he finally stood up slowly, lifted the sword, and pointed at the man opposite him. This is respect for the warrior. Even if he wants to die here, he will die standing still.

"Very good, I won't show mercy. As a warrior, I will send you to hell without mercy." Hena saw the white man stand up, and a cold light burst out in his eyes. The mud under his feet collapsed, and he turned out a palm and slapped it forward.

How could he die just now? Zhang Kaifeng's low roar came out, like a wounded beast, without avoiding or dodging, and his whole body rushed out, slashing straight at the figure with a straight sword.

"After suffering such severe injuries, you still have the strength to fight back. You are indeed a pure warrior, but you will die here after all." Hena sighed. Then, his feet suddenly stopped, and his hand that stretched out his palm suddenly retracted, and an elbow hit him hard.

Even though he was seriously injured, Zhang Kaifeng's reaction was amazing. He suddenly pressed the long sword that was slashing down, and the sword surged in an instant. The sword slashed down like thunder, faster than Hena's change of moves. Even if the sword's whereabouts accelerated, Hena didn't care at all, but he didn't want to have a little scar on such a dying opponent. Hena also changed his moves in an instant, raised his arm slightly, and the long sword fell on his arm but only sparked it. Hena took this opportunity to drive his arm straight in and hit him.

"bump!"

Zhang Kaifeng had already stretched out his palm to resist the elbow strike, but was blown away by the opponent's power. He could not stop just by winning the attack. Hena jumped up and smashed his fists backwards like a hard bow, and suddenly hit the person lying underneath.

"bump!"

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the wet soil splashed on Zhang Kaifeng's face. He narrowly avoided the opponent's heavy blow.

The sound of the touch! Touch! is constantly chasing a figure, and each fist is extremely strong. The rainwater accumulated on the ground is smashed into the sky, like the spring water splashed out from the ground.

"Click!"

Zhang Kaifeng flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, rolling on the ground for a few times before stopping. Three of his ribs were broken, and the pain spread throughout his body, causing his trance to wake up again.

When he woke up, he waved his sword again and tirelessly, but his sword could not even touch the corner of the other party's clothes. "Touch!" His sternum seemed to be about to break, and Hena stepped on his chest and kicked him out.

The heavy rain kept falling, and the white man in the rain was constantly knocked away and then stood up tenaciously again, wielding his sword constantly, and then being knocked away here.

"roar!"

Zhang Kaifeng shouted to the sky. He and Zeng had been frustrated and fought fiercely with others. They fought regardless of life and death. Even if they were about to die, they would still fight to the death.

"Why do you have to be persistent? Give up, isn't it good to die in pain?" Hena stood in the rain, and the rain wiped his bloody hands: "Die! This world is the world of the strong, you can't change anything."

"Touch!" Hena punched Zhang Kaifeng on the shoulder, and then kicked the person in front of him.

Blood kept flowing down like a fountain of blood. One of Zhang Kaifeng's arms fell down. Hena's attack just now had dislocated his arm.

Looking at Ru Xiaoqiang's tenacious swordsman, Hena's cold eyes gradually changed, from initial respect to irritability. His patience had been completely wiped out by the persistent white man in front of him, making the murderous intent in his heart even more powerful. He decided to use the strongest killing move to completely end this meaningless battle.
Chapter completed!