Standing quietly at the entrance, bows and arrows are cocked, soldiers and horses are majestic.
The leader, Murong Wudi, was dressed in iron armor, standing tall on his horse, with a cold face.
Oops, they brought it to the door themselves. Shang Sheng was so shocked that he didn't show it yet.
Murong Wudi, with a cold face, waved his long sword: "Shoot."
The cold roar, combined with dense arrows, were shot towards the soldiers and horses of Hades Island.
The overwhelming momentum was like locusts with hooks.
Caught off guard, completely caught off guard.
An unprepared response and an attack that has been waiting here for a long time.
High and low, judgment, victory and defeat, knowledge.
"Retreat, retreat." Seeing this, Shang Sheng's face turned livid. He waved his long sword to resist the sharp arrows like locusts and shouted an order.
"It's bad, the rear team was ambushed, and our retreat was cut off."
However, just before Shang Sheng's order came out, the news from Jiao Sheng had already been passed on.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
They were completely surrounded, surrounded.
Shang Sheng's face was as dark as night in an instant, and the sharp look in his eyebrows almost penetrated the cold-faced Murong Wudi in front of him.
If you want to surround him, huh, this is a dense forest, not a plain.
Not that easy.
"Come here, please pass on the order. The central army will change into the front army and move towards the woods to the east."
What's the problem with cutting off the front and back?
He was surrounded by a dense forest with countless roads, and he was afraid of being surrounded.
After giving the order, 130,000 troops immediately formed a team and climbed over the Qinling Mountains.
At this time, we can't move forward and retreat from the rear, so we can only cross the Qinling Mountains.
Sharp arrows pierced the air, and there were fierce battles.
The 130,000 people on Hades Island fled towards the Qinling Mountains. It was really impossible to completely surround them in the dense forest.
"General, should we pursue him or not?" Murong Yi looked at Murong Wudi and said in a deep voice.
"No need." Murong Wudi glanced at the forward battalion left behind as death squads and the Mingdao army that the Chinese army had quickly retreated into the Qinling Mountains, and coldly threw out two words.
"Our target is not them, leave half of us behind to catch up, and the other half follow me."
Murong Wudi touched his chin, a cold and sharp look flashed in his eyes.