Li Wenzhao didn't know who was coming, but he was sure that it was one of his own and that he was coming very urgently. Even in the darkness, he could clearly see the white air and foam coming from the mouths and noses of the horses.
The riders on these war horses were most likely rushing towards Zhongli City. They just saw the fighting situation in Zhongli City in the distance and hurried over.
Although he could not see clearly the faces of the riders on these war horses, Li Wenzhao's chest started to feel hot just by looking at the white air and foam flying from the mouths and noses of these war horses.
No matter what the battle situation is tonight, it is worth it to be able to see so many good men from the Southern Dynasty and fight side by side with these people here, and it makes his blood boil!
After all, they were going deep into the enemy's territory. Although the Northern Wei armies took the initiative in the overall battle situation, they may not be able to transmit military information more smoothly than the Southern Dynasty armies. They could not miss all the small groups of enemies.
None of the generals of the Northern Wei army, which had just breathed a sigh of relief from the chaos, knew who the riders on these war horses were at this time.
The veteran of the Northern Wei Dynasty screamed with an indifferent expression. He did not care at all about the life or death of the extremely brave servant, and retreated resolutely to the crowd behind him.
His flying sword didn't want to get entangled with the Southern Dynasty cultivator in the True Essence Heavy Armor. It circled a strange arc and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Thick soldiers from the Northern Wei Dynasty swarmed in and immediately drowned his figure like a tide.
Escaped from the entanglement of the flying sword of the Southern Dynasty, the veteran of the Northern Wei Dynasty bent down and rushed towards the rear of the army.
The most powerful forces of this army are gathered in front of this formation at this moment, and those at the back are still some arrow troops and some non-main combatants in the army.
He must try to stop those on horseback, otherwise the casualties of this Wei army will be very heavy.
Listening to the violent sound of horse hooves, the Northern Wei sergeant who had been attacked by the salt traders once before became relatively calm. The archers immediately pulled up their bowstrings and aimed at the riders, waiting for the galloping horses to appear.
Within the range of their bows and arrows.
The sound of arrows suddenly sounded.
There was a crackling sound.
It was as if a hole had been opened in the night.
However, the sound of arrows came from the rider on the horse.
Duh!
The leather armor on the chest of a Northern Wei archer suddenly made a dull sound, and he fell back uncontrollably, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from his chest.
A biting chill surged in the hearts of the other Northern Wei soldiers around them at the same time.
Among the riders on the war horse, there are obviously archers, and they are not weak practitioners. They are also holding unusually strong bows. Otherwise, they would never be able to shoot their colleagues like this at a place that is close to twice their range.
!
Duh!
Another identical death muffled sound gave them a more certain message.
The rider shot another arrow while his horse was running wildly, and hit another Northern Wei archer!
The veteran of the Northern Wei Dynasty shuttled back and forth rapidly. His figure at this time was like a ghost, no less than Li Wenzhao who had rushed into the formation at full speed before.
The strong wind blew against his face, and he narrowed his eyes. At this time, he could vaguely see that the Nan Dynasty archer who was shooting was actually just a petite girl, and the horses beside her were all childish in his eyes.
Retired young man.
Some of them are not even good at riding. Looking at the bumpy posture of their horses, if ordinary sergeants were like this, their waists would be broken the next day and they would not be able to stand up at all. However, these people can't.
Because these people are all practitioners.
This veteran of the Northern Wei Dynasty just looked at the luster of these people's skin and the divine light in their eyes, and he was sure that no matter what their cultivation level was, they were all practitioners.
Someone in the Northern Wei army also noticed this keenly. That person was more decisive than him, and a roaring military order sounded immediately.
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of this Northern Wei veteran's mouth.
He knew this was a correct military order, but it seemed that the older he got, the softer his heart sometimes became, and the easier it was to hesitate and feel sad.
All the archers who were preparing to shoot put away their bows and arrows. Even those who had already drawn their bowstrings quickly turned around and ran as deep as possible into the depths of the Wei army.
At the same time, some infantry soldiers wearing light armor rushed out to meet the galloping horses.
Suddenly, someone in the Northern Wei army sang loudly. At first, only dozens of people were singing, but when the tragic singing started, almost all the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty started singing.
These light armored infantry who rushed forward did not carry any extra burden except the long knives in their hands, because everyone knew very well that even if they carried more weapons, they could not pose a threat to those people.
In such a battle, these people rush forward to die, and they only use their own lives to consume the true energy of these practitioners.
The shouts of the troops from the south on the city wall were almost drowned out by the singing.
In such tragic and inexplicable singing, even Ding Chang, who was laughing wildly, was shocked in his heart.
A strange feeling arose in his heart. He knew that the Southern Dynasty had many people like him, but the troops of the Northern Wei Dynasty, these barbarians of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were once looked down upon by the Southern Dynasty people, were the same.
More than a dozen Northern Wei soldiers who rushed to the front covered their throats with their hands and fell to the ground weakly one after another.
There were bloody arrows stuck in their throats.
It's just that the girl who harvested lives the fastest was not the girl who shot the arrow.
The horse under a young man beside her was exhausted. At the moment when the horse rushed forward and created a large dust wave, the young man flew out from the horse. In front of him
, a large stream of light appeared instantly.
Those streams of light were like red fireflies, fluttering on the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty in front of him.
The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty who rushed towards them in the tragic singing suddenly fell down silently and did not stand up again.
Whether it was sadness or the reflection of the blood, the Northern Wei veteran's eyes were red as he stood up straight. He took a deep breath and shouted sharply: "Who is coming!"
This kind of shouting is very old-fashioned, but it is easy to hear such shouts on the battlefield.
Both sides knew the meaning of such shouts.
Even if I can't kill you today, I will remember your name and will always regard you as my enemy.
Qi Zhuji raised her hand.
He took back some random red fireflies.
This is the first time that he has truly appeared on such a battlefield, and it is also the first time that he has announced his name in front of so many Wei people.
This name will accompany him throughout his life.
He frowned, thought for a while, then mobilized his true energy and shouted sternly: "Tie Cejun, Qi Zhuji!"
Xiao Suxin beside him put away her bow and arrows.
If the distance is too close, bows and arrows will be of little use in killing.
She didn't have to announce herself at this time, but she took a deep breath, and then exhaled hard, spitting out all the uncomfortable feeling of being filled with blood and a faint fear from her chest and lungs, "Iron iron