At this time, Jiang Mo had suffered internal injuries, his spiritual sword flew away from his hand, blood was flowing from his nose and mouth under his spiritual armor, and his consciousness was blurred.
When the heavy swords of the two barbarian generals roared towards him, he was no longer able to dodge, let alone parry. However, the dark spiritual martial art skill Shadow Drift became his life-saving magic weapon. He used his remaining thoughts to cast Shadow Drift.
He instantly returned to the arrow stack on the city wall. As soon as he appeared, the spiritual armor on his body fell away and he fainted.
Feng Jun on the city wall was first shocked by the sudden appearance of Jiang Mo, but when he saw his mouth and nose bleeding, his face was pale, and his eyes were closed, they hurriedly rushed forward, dragged him to the city, and sent him to the city to find a military doctor.
Treatment.
Jiang Mo fought to the death, and although he succeeded in destroying the barbarian soldiers' Thunderbolt Chariot, it only solved the tip of the iceberg and could not reverse the overall disadvantage of the border town.
The siege from all sides by the barbarians became more and more fierce. Seeing that the defenders of the border city could not resist it, at this time, another group of people came from behind the barbarian camp.
Like the previous wave of barbarians, this group of people did not carry any flags. They were all infantry, but they were very fast. Looking from a distance, the dust was flying, and it was impossible to tell how many people there were and which country's army they belonged to.
After hearing the report from his subordinates, another group of people came from behind. The leader of the barbarian soldiers was stunned and couldn't figure out which group of people this was. He looked back and looked for a long time but couldn't figure out what was going on. Then he ordered the subordinates who came to report to let him go.
He went to see who this group of people was.
The barbarian soldier took the order and left, but he never came back.
The group that came was none other than the two thousand soldiers led by Tang Yin who were ambushing Yuanwang Town.
The barbarian soldiers launched an attack on the city. Tang Yin immediately received the spy's report and immediately gathered all his own soldiers scattered in the town and rushed to the border town.
Before they arrived, they saw from a distance the border town with flames soaring into the sky, people shouting and horses neighing, and they knew without even thinking that a fierce battle was going on.
Tang Yin knew that there were many barbarians and was worried that he would not be able to resist them. He was so anxious that he ran at full speed and ran at the front. Shangguan brothers, Cheng Jin, Ao Qing and two thousand soldiers were all left far behind him.
He was rushing forward when he suddenly saw a barbarian soldier approaching on horseback. Tang Yin was so smart that he immediately understood that this was the barbarian soldier who came to investigate. He remained calm, but rushed forward faster.
He saw the barbarian soldier, who also saw him. The barbarian soldier judged that Tang Yin was a Feng man just by looking at his clothes. No need to ask, the people following him were also Feng soldiers.
The barbarian soldier did not dare to move forward, so he hurriedly reined in the horse, turned the horse's head, and planned to go back to report the news.
He was fast, but not as fast as Tang Yin's shadow drift. The moment he turned the horse's head, Tang Yin had appeared on the horse, standing behind the primary school. The two were so close that they were almost touching each other.
"Ah!" The barbarian soldier screamed out in fright. He was about to use his knife to cut down Tang Yin who had jumped onto the war horse, but the latter grabbed his wrist first and pinched the colonel hard with his other hand.
neck.
As the black firelight flashed, the small school principal didn't even scream, his body turned into smoke, and the armor and clothes that had lost their owners were scattered on the ground from the horse.
Tang Yin remained silent, mounted the horse, slapped the horse's butt with his hand, urged the horse, and rushed straight towards the barbarian camp.
In the past, he had heard that the Pabumas of the Barbarian Empire were extremely strong. Now that he had personally experienced it, he felt that it was indeed the case. Although the war horses were galloping, people sitting on them could hardly feel any big bumps. The only drawback was that the speed was too slow.
Especially compared to his war horse Ruying, there was a huge difference in speed.
Without much time to realize, Tang Yin had already rushed his horse to the rear of the barbarian camp. The barbarian soldiers guarding the rear thought they were their own small school and returned, so they didn't pay much attention. When Tang Yin rode up to them,
When they got closer, these barbarian soldiers suddenly realized that the war horse was their own war horse, but the person on the horse had been changed, and now the person sitting on the horse was actually a wind man.
"It's the enemy! (Mo Yu)" a barbarian soldier screamed.
As soon as he shouted the words, Tang Yin was already in front of him. He let go of the reins and drew out his two swords. When the war horse passed by the barbarian soldier, his blade also opened the barbarian soldier's throat.
flutter!
The light of the sword appeared, and blood splattered. The barbarian soldier staggered back with his hands on the severed throat, sat down on the ground, twitched a few times, and stopped moving. The other barbarian soldiers were shocked when they saw this, and they rushed forward with spears.
The long axes all struck at Tang Yin.
Tang Yin released his spiritual energy, and his body instantly condensed into spiritual armor. Then he brought his two swords together to complete the spiritual transformation of the weapon. The two swords merged into one and turned into a long sickle. As his arms shook, he heard a whirring sound.
The surface of the sickle was covered with a layer of intense black flames.
"kill--"
Tang Yin shouted loudly on the horse and swept out the sickle. The barbarian soldiers raised their spears to resist, but how could ordinary spears hold up against the spiritual weapons? With a crisp sound of clicking, clicking, a man standing in front of the horse blocked the way.
The barbarian soldiers were chopped into two pieces with their spears.
The spear was broken, but there was still a fragment of the spear left, and the sad thing is that after the person was cut off, not even a hair was left. The body had been completely burned by the dark fire attached to the sickle, and turned into a trace of spiritual energy.
When the barbarian soldiers behind saw this scene, they seemed to have been electrocuted. They were dumbfounded and someone screamed: "Sickle! Sickle with black fire!"
Wow - this cry made the barbarian soldiers retreat involuntarily.
Although the scale of the last battle in Yuanwang Town was small, Tang Yin left a deep impression on the barbarian soldiers. There were rumors in the city-state of Besa that there was a general in the Feng Kingdom holding a flaming sickle who was extremely powerful.
Just like the God of Death on the battlefield, no one can defeat him. When they saw Tang Yin and the strange-shaped sickle covered with black fire, the barbarian soldiers immediately remembered this rumor and instinctively retreated.
They retreated, but Tang Yinze was approaching. He had already made up his mind and took advantage of the unprepared situation of the barbarians to rush directly into the opponent's central army and kill the enemy general first.
No matter how fast the infantry was, it could not be faster than the war horses. When the barbarians retreated in fear, Tang Yin rode up to kill him. As he waved his sickle, black fire filled the air, drawing strange black lights in the air. There were hundreds of barbarians guarding the rear of the formation.
Most of the soldiers disappeared in the blink of an eye, and armor and weapons scattered on the ground were everywhere.
The remaining barbarians were completely frightened. No one dared to step forward to intercept, and no one dared to stand in front of Tang Yin's horse. Dozens of barbarians retreated to both sides.
They gave way, just in time to make way for Tang Yin to pass through. He clamped the belly of the war horse tightly with his legs, entered the enemy camp, and charged directly into the Chinese army.
The central army is where the general is located, and is the command center of the entire camp. It is of course also the most important place. It should be tightly defended, but the main force of the barbarians has been invested in the city battle, and there are very few barbarians left in the camp.
, and Tang Yin was extremely ferocious, rushing into the barbarian camp, as if entering an uninhabited land, the barbarian soldiers who came out sporadically were killed by his sickle before they could get close to the war horse.
Soon, Tang Yin rushed to the center of the barbarian camp and saw a middle-aged barbarian general in the crowd from a distance. Just looking at his gorgeous clothes and the pomp and circumstance of the barbarians, Tang Yin immediately judged that this man was among the barbarians.
His position in the army was not simple, and he was most likely the leader of the barbarian soldiers. Without thinking, he directly rushed his horse to charge towards him.
Seeing him rushing towards him, the guards around the barbarian commander stepped forward to stop him. These barbarian soldiers were all spiritual cultivators, and their cultivation was profound. Their fighting skills were also refined. More than twenty guards were using their weapons at the same time.
The scene is truly spectacular.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, Tang Yin had already swung out the sickle in his hand first, and at the same time, a long and narrow half-moon shaped spiritual wave flew out.
The guards were aware of Tang Yin's profound cultivation, and they did not dare to block the spiritual wave it sent out, either jumping or lying on the ground to dodge its sharp edge. After the spiritual wave passed, all the guards swarmed forward, some attacked Tang Yin, some attacked the war horse, and two
More than a dozen spiritual weapons came from all directions.
Regardless of his cultivation level, just in terms of fighting skills, no one can compare with Tang Yin.
Although the opponent had a large number of people, Tang Yin didn't take it seriously. He took his time and danced his sickle away, easily neutralizing the opponent's attacks one by one. Before the opponent could launch a second round of attacks, Tang Yin's sickle had already electrocuted him.
Usually stabbed out.
A guard who jumped up was still in mid-air, and his lower abdomen was stabbed by a scythe. He only had time to let out a brief exclamation, and then his body was melted by the dark fire on the scythe, leaving his ownerless clothes.
and weapons scattered from mid-air.
These guards are all dead soldiers, and according to the regulations of the city-state of Besa, once the general is killed, all of their personal guards must be executed. So when they watched their companions die tragically, knowing that they were no match for the enemy, none of them hesitated.
Before, the attack became more frenzied and more desperate.
Tang Yin did not take these guards seriously, but during the fight he could see the middle-aged general of the barbarian soldiers urging his horse to gallop forward. Looking forward, he saw a large group of Bessa cavalry.
This should be the legendary heavy armored cavalry of the barbarian state. I saw that these cavalry were all wearing heavy armor. From top to bottom, they were all wrapped in iron armor, leaving only the iron masks on their faces.
There are two small holes. They are not spiritual warriors, but their outfits are comparable to those of spiritual warriors wearing spiritual armor. Looking down, even the horses they are riding on are covered in thick iron armor.
When armies confront each other, they are like movable steel fortresses, and the combat effectiveness they exert on the battlefield can be imagined.
If the leader of the barbarians is allowed to escape into the heavily armored cavalry camp, it will be even more difficult to kill him.
Tang Yin was so anxious that he shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone, get out of here!" As he spoke, he swung the sickle in his hand several times, sending out several sharp spiritual waves.
He originally thought he could force the barbarian guards entangled with him to retreat, but to his surprise, these guards actually recognized being cut off by the spirit wave and did not take a step back, but still persisted in entangling him.
Seeing that the barbarian general was about to enter the ranks of the heavy armored cavalry, Tang Yin snorted and took a deep breath. He saw his body riding the war horse suddenly disappear, turning into a faint black mist, as if evaporating in the air.
, and then appeared on the side and rear of the barbarian general's horse.
"Come down!"
Tang Yin gave a loud shout and swept out the sickle. There were only two clicks. The middle-aged general stepped off the war horse and the two rear legs were broken. The war horse lost the support of the legs and fell backward under the force. The middle-aged man sitting on the horseback
General Nian also fell down on his back involuntarily.