Lin Feng's sweat and blood horse died, like a hedgehog sacrificed on the battlefield, at least fifty carved arrows were all over his body, although he was covered with blood, but the pure white arrow feathers were still covered with a layer of white like his own fur on its surface, but its luster was incomparable with the sweat and blood horse itself. More than a dozen pseudo-Qi soldiers were buried for the sweat and blood horses, and they were shot indiscriminately by the rain of arrows covering a wide area.

The sweaty horse didn't wait for Lin Feng to fulfill his promise, of course, it didn't give Lin Feng a chance to fulfill his promise, so he lay on the battlefield silently, but a pair of bright big eyes never closed, even when the last trace of heat came out of his nose, he still couldn't take his eyes off the difficult journey when he came.

Countless legs swayed in front of him, the flames and smoke in front of him were still slowly jumping and drifting, there were still companions struggling before dying, and there were still panicked footsteps of pseudo-Qi soldiers in his ears, in front of him, Lin Feng, who was dressed in dark golden maple scale armor, had already rushed through the defense line with more than 2,000 war horses led by sweat and blood horses.

With the dissipation of consciousness, a teardrop the size of a bean gushed out of the sweaty horse's huge eyes, and in the confusion, it seemed to see Lin Feng with an anxious face rushing forward desperately, and, in a trance, it seemed to see Lin Feng's slightly vague dark eyes, but in this chaos, even if he tried to open his eyes wide, even if he struggled to survive and wanted to preserve the only trace of consciousness, he finally failed to look at Lin Feng again, let alone wait for Lin Feng to run in front of him and feel the last touch again.

Lin Feng hadn't seen the figure of his mount Ex Jiu for a while, and the anxious Lin Feng was getting more and more aggressive, with the fish intestine sword in his left hand and the dark maple knife in his right hand, under the joint advance of Yuan Biao and Chen Wansan, he didn't know how many enemies he had cut down in front of him, and his eyes were always scanning and looking for every corner of the battlefield over and over again.

"Brother Feng! Xiao Jiu is over there! Suddenly, just cut a pseudo-Qi soldier in front of him, Yuan Biao's eyes lit up, but at the same time, his heart was also fierce, as Lin Feng's closest brother, the relationship between Yuan Biao and the sweat horse was also extraordinary, but what I saw at this time was the sweaty blood horse whose eyes had dimmed but were still very open, dripping with blood, and a pool of blood had formed under the huge body, thick, red and black, very dazzling, and even more piercing.

After turning his head suddenly, Lin Feng was stunned in place, unable to suppress the pain in his heart any longer, tears instantly dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his whole body froze in place. Even though he had made countless mental preparations before, when he saw the scene of sweat and blood falling in a pool of blood, Lin Feng still couldn't control his emotions.

"Xiao Jiu." Chen Wansan, who was beside him, also saw the tragic situation in front of him, gritted his teeth, muttered in a low voice in a daze, and then swung his war knife again and slashed at the enemy who appeared in front of him, and then turned his head and shouted: "Protect Brother Feng, brothers be careful!" ”

At this time, Lin Feng was completely distracted, only relying on the support of his consciousness, he moved his heavy legs, even if the shouting and killing sounds around him were still there, but Lin Feng had already blocked all the noise, and was moving towards the position of the sweaty horse step by step.

Originally, the tacit cooperation of the three of them, after missing Lin Feng, in the face of the siege of the puppet Qi rebels, Chen Wansan and Yuan Biao suddenly felt pressure, but they still struggled to resist, guarding both sides of Lin Feng without fear of life and death, and the surrounding Feng killing people no longer continued to impact the surrounding enemy groups, but slowly contracted, moving towards an area centered on Lin Feng, and at the same time, with Lin Feng's footsteps, they slowly moved towards the sweaty horse.

In just twenty or thirty meters of distance, even if you walk slowly, it won't take more than a minute, but this short time seems to be as long as a year for Lin Feng, looking at the sweat and blood horse in his eyes that is becoming clearer and clearer, especially when he sees the sweat and blood horse that died with a trace of expectation in his eyes even though he is no longer angry, Lin Feng feels that his heart is about to break.

Moving step by step to the corpse of the sweaty horse, Lin Feng stretched out his trembling arm, first grabbed a carved arrow inserted in the neck of the sweaty horse, but as the tears fell, he finally slowly let go and withdrew his arm. Immediately, Lin Feng once again took a deep look at the dim eyes in front of him, threw the dark maple knife in a pool of blood on the ground, stretched out his hands, and slowly hugged both sides of the sweaty horse's head, and as his hands slowly slived, his eyes were closed.

"Xiao Jiu, don't worry, everyone here will have retribution." Muttering to himself, Lin Feng's overly excited mood slowly calmed down, perhaps because he didn't see the expectant eyes of the sweaty horse again, he reached out and slowly picked up the slightly slippery dark maple knife from the pool of blood, Lin Feng picked up a strip of bright red cloth that had been prepared on his waist, and after wrapping it around his hand and the handle of the knife a few times, he bit one end with his teeth and tied it fiercely.

Before getting up again, Lin Feng cut off a handful of sweaty horses' manes, and his hand was still so soft, but he couldn't feel the vitality of the past. Immediately, Lin Feng took the cut mane into his arms, lifted the fish intestine sword again, glanced at it sharply, and soon locked on the pseudo-Qi general who was hiding behind the crowd and shouting angrily and commanding the army in a panic, followed closely, and the steps under his feet were also raised again, extremely calm.

"Brother Feng! Cheer up! We want to avenge Xiao Jiu! Looking at Lin Feng, who didn't have the slightest expression on his face, Chen Wansan's heart tightened, lest something go wrong with Lin Feng, so he hurriedly reminded him loudly.

"Don't worry!" Lin Feng tilted his head slightly, and lightly spit out two words, and then, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, which was extremely weird, but full of confidence: "Xiao Jiu's death will make them pay for their blood debts!" ”

There are fewer and fewer war horses on the battlefield, but what they exchange for their lives is the large-scale influx of the Feng family's army, after Lin Feng took Feng to kill everyone and three hundred guards, Yin Bo and Gao Jian still led half of the elite each, along both sides of Lin Feng's open road, rushed into the pseudo-Qi camp, and vented the extremely angry flames in their hearts on the enemy army in front of them without reservation.

With the influx of the elite of the Feng family's army, the defeat of the Pseudo-Qi rebels was obviously irretrievable, and the general of the Pseudo-Qi, after suddenly noticing that the most ferocious Lin Feng and the others were targeting him, did not care about continuing to command in place, and immediately began to take his own personal soldiers to hide everywhere, although it was safe for the time being, but without his overall command, the collapse of the Pseudo-Qi rebels soon spread to thousands of soldiers in the entire battalion.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it was very cost-effective to use more than 2,000 war horses to break through the defense line of the pseudo-Qi just now, but in the eyes of the owners of this group of war horses, although it seemed to be successful on the surface, more than 2,000 of their companions who fought side by side died on the battlefield.

Cavalry, if there is no war horse, then there is only one person left, and it is no longer a cavalry.