Although Changhanlu is brave, he can't play it at all in this situation. Even if the spear was swung fast, it was still no faster than the arrow, and in a moment it was hit by two more arrows, one arrow was shot in the arm, and the other arrow was shot in the left shoulder, and the war horse under him was even more unbearable, after three or four arrows in the chest and abdomen in a row, although the horse's chest muscles were strong, but it could no longer resist, and the front hooves were weak, and Changhanlu was thrown to the ground.

Changhanlu's guards just wanted to dismount to protect, but just stretched out a hand to Changhanlu, they didn't notice that the arrow shot from one side was pierced through the throat, and before they could even speak, they fell in front of Changhanlu!

"That anvil!" Chang Hanlu grabbed his clan brother and tried to cover the bubbling blood with his hands, but he could only helplessly watch his dearest clan brother and the closest guard, the anvil vomit blood blisters, and then die.

Chang Hanlu howled, grabbed the war knife left by the anvil on the side, struggled to get up, and limped towards the Han army's position.

Ling Jie's dense defense was very timely and in place.

Although Changhanlu and other Xianbei cavalry galloped wildly, but in the face of the Han army's infantry formation crowded together, they could only use war horses to collide, but now this valley is too narrow, resulting in every cavalry of the Xianbei people will get the attention of the Han army when they try to collide.

In a moment, nearly 100 horsemen were lying in front of the formation, some of the Xianbei people who fell off their horses had died before they fell, some were still struggling to get up, and some were unable to get up at all because they were pressed by the horse corpse or broke their hands and feet, and could only struggle to let out a painful wail......

The threat of death did not completely crush the courage of the Xianbei people, and there were still Xianbei people like moths to a fire, knowing that they would die in the next moment, but they still sprinted forward like crazy!

Ma Yan's eyes were sharp, and after a glance, he saw Changhanlu, who had lost his war horse and was climbing the long ditch in front of the formation, so he asked for a bow and arrow from the side and aimed at Changhanlu.

Changhanlu had injuries to his hands and feet, so he couldn't crawl as fast as a normal person, but his fierce nature still made him ignore the blood flowing from the cracked wound, gritted his teeth, supported it with a war knife, and finally climbed onto the edge of the pit, brandishing his war knife, like a wounded beast, although he had blood, he still waved his claws.

Suddenly, Chang Hanlu felt as if something had knocked him on the chest, and his whole body was stunned.

Chang Hanlu slowly lowered his head, and found that an arrow had penetrated his chest, and the snow-white tail that was stranded outside was soon stained red by his own blood, and the little strength left in his body seemed to be spurting out along with the blood gushing out of his chest......

The blood-stained war knife finally fell to the ground, Chang Hanlu shook twice, looked up at the Han army battle formation not far away, and finally fell straight to the sky.

The autumn sky is crystal clear, unaffected by the blood on the ground.

With difficulty, Changhanlu swallowed his dusty, dry throat, and flashed one last thought: I will never drink mare's milk wine again......

With the death of the commander Hanlu, coupled with the shouts and persuasions of Ma Yan and Ling Jie, the remnants of the Xianbei people finally gradually woke up from the madness, and looked at each other at a loss, not knowing who threw down the war knife first, and slowly more Xianbei people put down their weapons, dismounted their war horses, and surrendered.

Ma Yan saw that the situation here had been decided, and explained to Ling Jie, here Ling Jie cleaned up the mess, and he returned to the war horse, with his head on the war horse's head, looking at its big eyes, while stroking the war horse's neck, while saying: "Man, I know you are tired, but now you have to hold on a little longer, and take a good rest after the fight, okay?" ”

The war horse purred and snorted, as if to say something......

Ma Yan and the war horse pressed their faces together, then raised their heads, and while tightening the belt on the horse's belly, they shouted loudly: "All on the horse!" Return to the army! Chased all the way by Xianbei dogs, damn it! Now it's our turn! ”

Ma Yan was originally five hundred horsemen, but he lost a number of them in the battle, and he also lost a few when he was chased by Xianbei, and now there are only more than three hundred horses, basically it can be said that both people and horses are exhausted and almost to the limit, but under Ma Yan's vulgar metaphor, they laughed one after another, staggered onto the horse's back, and waited for Ma Yan's order.

War is like this, and the comparison is often who can hold out until the last moment, to the last breath.

When Ma Yan led the cavalry to appear on the battlefield where Xu Huang and the Xianbei people were intertwined, almost everyone immediately understood the results of the battle ahead.

The Han cavalry seemed to be rejuvenated, and their morale was greatly boosted, while the Xianbei cavalry first suffered the blow of halfway interception, and then lost the command of the commander at this time, and there was no hope of continuing to win, so basically they completely lost their fighting spirit......

Immediately, more Xianbei cavalry began to join the fleeing ranks, and Xu Huang and Ma Yanbing began to pursue Xianbei's fleeing cavalry.

It is said that it is a pursuit, in fact, it is just a meaning, because there is no terrain to obstruct it, and the Xianbei people are very scattered, a group in the east and a nest in the west, so after chasing for three or five miles, Ma Yan and Xu Huang stopped the pace of the horses and stopped chasing.

Ma Yan, who was walking back, suddenly a horse stumbled, fell to his knees, and threw Ma Yan off the horse's back.

Fortunately, he was walking back slowly, the speed was not fast, and Ma Yan did not suffer any major damage, but he also fell not lightly, and as soon as he stood up with the support of the guards, he screamed badly, and ran in front of his war horse in a few steps......

His own war horses have followed him for many years, and if they are counted according to the age of the horses, they are also considered to be the older generation, so they are not as good as other younger war horses in terms of physical strength, and now, they finally can't support it.

The war horse lay on the ground, already spitting out a lot of blood-colored white foam, and his breathing was extremely short.

Ma Yan regretted it in his heart, his attention was attracted by the victory, and his mind was also relaxed, and he even forgot to pay more attention to the horse under his crotch, if he could have noticed the situation of the war horse earlier, and stopped earlier, maybe ......

"Ah...... Old folk! Old man...... "Ma Yan took a closer look, and knew that the situation was not good, so he couldn't help but kneel down with a puff, hugged the horse's head, and put his face on the big head of the war horse, snot and tears spurted out, and muttered in his mouth, "...... I'm sorry dude, I'm sorry ......."

The war horse finally waved its ears, and its huge body twitched for a moment, and then its rapid breathing slowly calmed down, and its big eyes closed forever......