Under the horrified gaze of all the soldiers, the eighteen figures rushed towards the five thousand barbarian horsemen without fear of death.

The green faces of the white-robed soldiers released a trace of incredulity, but fortunately, their concept of discipline was far from comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

But the soldiers on the city tower were different, one by one they exclaimed and talked about it.

"They're not going to die, are they? Rushed directly towards the 5,000 barbarian army! One of the defenders exclaimed: "Hey! It's a pity! ”

"Don't know? Maybe they did it on purpose, and they were ready to turn back when they arrived in front of the barbarian army! ”

An old soldier next to him looked at Yan Yun and their figures, and his face was contemplative: "I seem to have a little impression of them!" ”

"Huh? Uncle Seven, your old man, have you seen them? A young soldier looked puzzled.

"You forgot? Last time, when His Royal Highness King Yin broke into battle to save King Yu, he led eighteen horsemen to take the enemy's head among the ten thousand troops! ”

The soldier called Uncle Seventh had a deep face and sighed lightly: "Look at it carefully!" If you can learn a trick or two, you will have one more chance of life on the battlefield! ”

Several young people nodded one after another, they had heard Uncle Seven tell a lot of bloody stories, but almost every story would be composed of tragedies!

"Xiaobai, let's go!"

Luo Chen let out a low shout, just for a moment, the hissing wind and howling heavenly horse turned into a white shadow, and rushed towards the front quickly, just a moment later, he caught up with Yan Yun's eighteen horses.

"Could it be that they are the mysterious army under the second brother?"

In a corner of the city wall, there were several figures in the cat, looking intently at the formation under the city.

Jiang Yushu bowed his head slightly, and said softly: "Last time, when the second brother saved King Yu, he led the eighteen knights to break through the ten thousand troops, but later, those eighteen people stayed here and did not return to the border pass!" ”

"Tut-tut!" Zhao Wu looked like he was watching a good show: "It seems that this time it's the second brother's turn to perform!" ”

Ye Qing shook his head: "I think the second brother seems to be angry this time!" ”

"Angry?"

Zhao Wu's face was stunned: "Why?" ”

"I don't know!"

……

Luo Chen took the lead, with the halberd on the horse's back and aimed ahead.

"Haha, I'm afraid these Xia people have burned their heads! A dozen people dared to rush towards us. ”

A barbarian looked stunned when he saw Luo Chen and the others coming at a gallop, and then laughed.

"Look at their outfits...... Could it be the legendary Prairie Reaper? ”

Suddenly, a young man spoke, and suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze: "No! How could the Prairie Reaper appear in the camp of the Xia people? ”

"Humph!" Their leader snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter if he is the god of grassland death or the god of grassland killing, today we are five thousand sons here, and I am afraid that more than ten of them will not succeed!" ”

"What the Lord said is, give the order!"

"Haha! Let's get to this myth today! The leader laughed: "Sons, let me strangle them!" ”

As he spoke, with an order, he launched a counter-charge against more than a dozen people in Luo Chen.

"Boom!"

Luo Chen's halberd tip was aimed at a barbarian and collided directly, knocking it out directly.

With a wave of the halberd in his hand, he turned around and directly swept the surrounding barbarian soldiers off their horses.

The result can be imagined, under the galloping of thousands of horses, how can the human body withstand the collision of the horse's hooves, those figures were already half shocked to death by Luo Chen, and now they are directly trampled into meat sauce!

"May the glory of the barbarian gods shine on the grassland forever!"

A barbarian soldier shouted loudly and took the initiative to rush towards Luo Chen, his spear was extremely fast, and it was about to pierce Luo Chen's back.

Luo Chen sneered, did not resist, and even took the initiative to expose his chest under his spear.

"Your Highness!"

Yan Yi's face suddenly turned shocked: "Death!" ”

However, Yan Yi was a step too late after all, and on the city wall, Emperor Xia watched the barbarian's spear stab directly at Luo Chen's back, and suddenly his eyes were split, and he shouted angrily: "What are you still doing in a daze, kill me!" ”

Chen Qingzhi suddenly gritted his teeth: "The white-robed army obeys the order!" ”

"Kill!"

Luo Chen watched the tip of the gun stabbing towards him, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, did you break the armor? Dare to do it to the master, watch me crit!

Sure enough, the tip of the spear stabbed Luo Chen's body, making a screaming sound of "touching".

Luo Chen's clothes were shattered, revealing a little armor and shining, Lao Tzu's Eight Treasures Yeming Armor is an artifact!

"Die!"

Luo Chen's tip reversed, directly cutting the opponent's throat, picking it out and throwing it into the crowd.

When Emperor Xia saw that Luo Chen was fine, he was immediately stunned, and scolded: "This rebel, he wants to scare Lao Tzu to death!" ”

Yan Yi also breathed a sigh of relief, didn't say much, and directly rushed to kill the barbarian crowd.

The scimitar in his hand turned into the scythe of the god of death and harvested in the crowd.

He ...... They are the Prairie Reaper! ”

A barbarian soldier looked terrified as he watched his people fall one after another, and in just a moment's effort, hundreds of people died at their hands.

"Barbarian gods, punish these demons!"

The barbarian slapped his chest, and his face was reverent, and suddenly, a cold light flashed, and he saw a scimitar wipe straight towards his neck, and the figure had disappeared from his gaze.

Finally, some people saw the white-robed army not far away rushing over, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, so they hurriedly turned their horses' heads and galloped on their horses.

"Come back, you cowards, our sons of the grassland have never been deserters, you will be spurned by the barbarian gods!"

A barbarian watched his companions run one after another, and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"Kill them!"

The leader's face was indifferent, and he directly opened his bow and shot a fleeing soldier to death!

"Ahh

Several screams rang out, and the soldiers who were about to flee all died under their own arrows.

In a few moments, the white-robed army finally arrived, and the number of people who died in Yan Yun's hands had reached hundreds, and the number was still growing rapidly.

Chen Qingzhi shouted in a low voice: "Change the formation, rush and kill on both sides, rush forward with spears, and hunt and kill!" ”

As soon as his words fell, one order after another was passed down, and suddenly, the white torrent split in two and began to rush around the barbarian's periphery!

"Devil! They are all devils! ”

The camp of those barbarian soldiers had already been scattered by Yan Yun's eighteen cavalry, and at this time, the formation had already begun to disperse, and with the addition of the white-robed army, it had become a unilateral hunt!

"This force ......"

Zhao Shi'an looked at the formation of the white-robed army, and suddenly looked stunned: "Yes, rushing to kill on the periphery avoids direct collision with the brute cavalry, and greatly reduces casualties, not bad!" ”

Xue Rengui's eyes flashed, and he said to a guard next to him: "Order General Zhao Yun to let his Bai Ma Yi see blood from below!" ”