Wu Zhao waved his halberd, even the stabbing belt, and moved forward bravely.

"Kill...... Kill ......" The soldiers followed in a frenzied manner, trying their best to kill the enemy and follow.

Evil Zhu weakly glanced back at the Han army who had killed him, and scolded hatefully in his heart. At this time, let the enemy's reinforcements come over, does everyone want to die here? His assault soldiers were immediately caught in the flanks and plunged into a melee. Without the cover of bows and arrows in the back, the hand-to-hand combat between the soldiers in the front row and the Han soldiers immediately evolved into a life-for-death battle, which was endless. Soldiers on both sides fell under their horses one after another, suffering heavy casualties.

The arc defensive formation immediately collapsed. At this time, if there is no Han army blocking in the middle, the Karasuma people, under the leadership of the assault troops, can quickly break through the formation and rush out of the blockade. They worked hard for more than an hour, but in the end they fell short.

Wu Zhao shouted hard: "Brothers, we have killed, killed, ......killed, killed"

The soldiers who followed him were immediately excited, and their bodies once again burst with infinite strength. Kill, kill.

The evil wish looked up to the sky and howled, feeling powerless to return to the sky, and almost killed everyone in front of him with one sword. The sword slashed left and right, and killed two Han soldiers in a row.

Wu Zhao quickly arrived, and the halberd came into the air. The evil wish struggled to block it, and the tiger's mouth shook violently. Wu Zhao's halberd was pulled diagonally, and then his arm was sharpened. The soldiers of the Han army took advantage of the gap and rushed up and cut down the soldiers around the evil wish. Wu Zhao and Xie Zhu slammed into each other continuously in a small space, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was endless. Evil Zhu wanted to escape, but was entangled by Wu Zhao's halberd.

"Kill...... Kill him......" Wu Zhao attacked another halberd and roared wildly.

The soldiers who followed him couldn't intervene for a while, and they couldn't squeeze into the battle circle between the two, so they could only stare dryly. A soldier suddenly threw out his long knife in his hand in a hurry. The sword roared and rushed towards the evil wish. Evil Zhu was a little scrambling in a panic, and he wanted to prevent Wu Zhao's halberd and set up the battle knife thrown by the enemy, and the speed immediately slowed down. Several soldiers who had been waiting nearby with their bows stretched out almost in no particular order, and at the same time shot the long arrows in their hands. Evil Zhu roared, watched as he was hit by several arrows, turned over and fell off his horse.

Tito looked at his assault force being surrounded by the Han army, and shook his head again and again. It is said that the cavalry of the Han people is so bad, but today they encountered a Han army that did not want to die. They went on a rampage all the way, and at the cost of hundreds of lives, they tore through the encirclement of the Karasuma people, and killed them in the direction of the intersection to join their own troops.

I couldn't stop him with one or two thousand people, and I was angry when I thought about it.

He looked up at the sky. The sun has sunset, twilight is falling, and dusk is about to pass.

Tito silently looked at the way he came, with a nervous and helpless face. He smelled a thick smell of death.

Reinforcements came, and the frantic attack of the enemy was repulsed. More than 200 bloodstained soldiers were scattered everywhere, all looking excited and cheering.

The ground was densely packed with corpses, and there was little place to stay in the narrow space.

Wu Zhao led more than 200 soldiers to gallop into the intersection. The soldiers of the two armies gathered together and shouted with excitement.

Wu Zhao didn't see Li Song, nor did he see the hammer, he shouted loudly: "Long memory, long memory......"

"Your Excellency is dead...... Fan Hao came out of the crowd and whispered.

"Where's the hammer?"

"Killed."

Wu Zhao felt a pain in his heart, and the joy after the victorious rendezvous suddenly disappeared.

Titus looked at the corpse-strewn battlefield and suddenly sighed.

"Your Excellency......" The guard behind him shouted cautiously when he saw that he was depressed. Titok turned his head to look.

"My lord, it's getting dark, and the enemy's main force is about to arrive, and we're ......"

Titu nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Order the troops, with two hundred people as a team, form five teams, and take turns to break through."

The sound of the bull's horn pierced the darkening twilight and reverberated through the mountains and forests again. The offensive begins.

Wu Zhao stood up from the side of Li Song's body, his heart was like water, and he shouted loudly: "Beat the drum to meet the enemy......"

Li Hong rushed to the front with his personal guards. The Xianbei cavalry who shot Yingtong and the tiger followed.

He was anxious. Li Song and Wu Zhao's men and horses together were only 1,600 people, and they were more than lucky to deal with the 3,000 Karasuma people who were almost crazy.

The speed of the troops has reached the limit, but Li Hong is still too slow, and keeps urging his subordinates, hurry, hurry.

Ti Tuo commanded the troops to attack in turns, on the one hand, to ensure the impact power, and on the other hand, to ensure physical strength. The Han army was exhausted and exhausted, suffering heavy casualties.

Wu Zhao's halberd had been broken, and he switched to a war knife and fought tenaciously with the soldiers on the front line.

Li Hong faintly heard the sound of bullhorns coming from the battlefield and the shouts of soldiers on both sides.

Li Hong roared happily: "They are still alive. Attaboy. ”

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet."

"The guards will charge with me. Shoot Yingtong outflank from the left flank of the enemy, and shoot Tiger from the right flank. Be sure to annihilate all the enemy forces and kill Tito. ”

Tito's heart trembled violently. He looked up behind him, a flash of despair and sadness in his eyes.

The horns of the main force of the Han army galloping to help and the roar of the galloping horses became clearer and more violent.

The Karasuma people were frightened, panicked, and attacked even more frantically. Don't mention the order, all the soldiers, about a thousand or so soldiers, all consciously threw themselves into the battlefield. Only by killing the Han people who stand in the way can they have a chance to survive and escape from nature. Kill, kill out.

Suddenly, the Han army, which was holding the junction, was attacked with unprecedented fierceness.

The Karasuma people completely abandoned their own defenses, and they frantically brandished their weapons and fought their way through the barrage. The soldiers who could not squeeze forward aimed at the positions of the Han army and fired long arrows wantonly.

Wu Zhao was hoarse, and loudly commanded the soldiers to block, countercharge, and block again. Everyone slashed with knives, stabbed with spears, shot with arrows, and used war horses to form one obstacle after another to slow down the enemy's attack speed.

The arc defensive formation completely collapsed.

Fan Hao and several soldiers were surrounded by a group of enemies, and everyone was still fighting to the death. A dense burst of long arrows came in, and both sides were killed in front of the battle. The Karasuma people are crazy.

The horses that blocked the way were slashed by this group of wolf-like madmen, and they all fell in a pool of blood. Wu Zhao roared and personally led people to rush forward.

Li Hong appeared on the battlefield with the soldiers of the guards.

"Kill ......" Li Hong raised his spear and shouted wildly.

"Kill ......" Tie Yue, arc Ding, abandoned Shen and led the soldiers to roar like thunder, like a raging hurricane, rushed into the enemy's formation.

Shooting Yingtong and shooting tigers led their troops, along the edge of the battlefield, rushing to the intersection at a gallop.

Blocking the enemy is victory.

Escorted by a squad of guards, Titu followed behind the assault soldiers, waiting to break through the Han army's resistance and break out of the encirclement.

The shouts of killing in the back were earth-shattering.

As if he hadn't heard, Titu sat quietly on his horse, without any expression.

In one day, there was a big reversal in the battle, he felt incredible, he couldn't understand, how could things have become like this? What did you do wrong? Why did the Han army suddenly defeat itself in a hopeless situation?

When Titok thought of his tragic fate after escaping back to the White Eagle Mountain, his heart was as dead as ashes, and he had no interest in living.

Wu Zhao died. Under the siege of the enemy, he was hacked to death by an enemy several times his size, along with a dozen soldiers. No matter how high his martial arts are, in the face of swarming enemies, fierce and almost crazy enemies, he can only parry, and he has no power to fight back.

Once again, the Karasuma people were blocked from escaping by a barricade lined up with dense war horses.

Li Hong's personal guards were unstoppable, they were like a sharp sword, swept through thousands of troops, and killed all the way to the vicinity of the Han army's blocking position without hindrance.

The spear in Li Hong's hand flew left and right, the iron sword roared, the arc mace roared, and the abandoned spear was whistling.

Shooting Yingtong and Shooting Tiger arrived at the intersection at almost the same time, and the Xianbei people broke out. In the face of the exhausted Karasuma people, their strong fighting power was completely stimulated, and they began a frenzied slaughter of the Karasuma people.

Tito didn't run, he waved his sword to resist twice, and then let the Xianbei people raise the bloody war knife and chop himself under the horse.

Li Hong saw Wu Zhao, saw Li Song, saw the hammer, and even saw the wooden stake standing upright with long arrows stuck all over his body.

He was furious, and he held Risong's corpse and howled wildly.

"Kill...... Kill...... Not a single one is left. ”

Blinded by grief and blinded by hatred, Li Hong roared madly and slaughtered into the enemy.

The spear stuck into the enemy's chest and could not be pulled out, he threw away the spear, and then slashed with the sword, and the knife could not be pulled out when it was chopped into the bone, so he picked up the spear on the ground and killed again.

The Han army's wanton killing, leaving no prisoners, also provoked the ferocity of the Karasuma people. Anyway, it's all death, it's better to fight to the death. Kill.

The Karasuma people saw Li Hong and saw the big man with hair like a madman.

Li Hong's bloodshed and ferocity made the Karasuma people even more tyrannical. A group of Karasuma soldiers rushed up against Li Hong.

Li Hong was immediately surrounded by a group.

Tie Yue, Arc Ding, abandoned Shen was shocked, and took his relatives to kill desperately.

Li Hong's spear flew the enemy, and then another spear pierced the enemy's men and horses, and then he snatched the enemy's sword and killed three big men in succession.

More weapons pounced on him.

Li Hong roared angrily, exerted his might, and killed three more people. At last he was shot by a long arrow, then chopped in the back with a knife, then swept by a mace, and his body flew away from his horse, spun in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, without knowing who he was.

But after darkness swallowed up the last rays of light, night finally came.

At the end of the war, this small place, which has no place name, has returned to tranquility after devouring more than 4,000 lives.

Almost all of the 1,600 Han troops were killed, and the 10 men and horses who were stuck behind the last barricade were lucky to survive, 27 people, and only 27 survived.

Due to the loss of his comrades and his mind, Li Hong ordered his subordinates to annihilate the enemy, and none of the 3,000 men and horses who were lifted survived, all of them were killed.

Li Hong lay on the hillside, slowly opened his eyes, he saw Zheng Xin, Tian Chong, jade, beard, and all his subordinates, except for the lost.

He couldn't hold it anymore and began to cry bitterly.

Remorse creeped into his heart like a poisonous snake, preventing him from forgiving himself.

Rizon is dead, and this brother-like friend is dead. The stake and hammer died, and the few horse gang leaders he brought back from Dayan Mountain were only bearded. They did not hesitate to help themselves save the wind and snow when they were in the most dangerous time, and before he could repay this kindness, they died. Wu Zhao died. only to lose Zhao Wen, Wu Zhao died again. They faithfully followed them on their own expeditions, and when they received nothing, they all left them.

"The people ......" Tian Zhong stretched out his hand to pat him, wanting to comfort him, but finally couldn't help it, and the old tears were like tears.

Jade and Zheng Xin exchanged glances, and they stood up and beckoned to everyone, meaning that since Li Hong was awake, there was nothing to do, so everyone should go their own way. Seeing Li Hong's painful appearance, everyone felt uncomfortable. The circles under each man's eyes were red, and they scattered.

Only Tian Zhong sat alone next to Li Hong and accompanied him.

Li Hong cried for a while, and his mood calmed down a lot. Losing four comrades-in-arms and four friends at once was something Li Hong couldn't have imagined before the war. The cruelty of war, although it was not the first time he had met, but the loss of four good friends in one battle was the first time he had encountered it. Especially the death of Li Song, the blow to Li Hong is still quite big. The friendship between the two began in the steppe of Loulongse, and it was a friend of life and death. Li Hong, who has lost his memory, has too deep memories and feelings for the first Han Chinese he knows.

Li Hong was seriously injured. The knife wound was better, but the blow to his waist was not light, and he could not stand at all, so he could only lie down.

Li Hong remembered the agreement he had made with Li Song, and slowly said to Tian Chong: "Uncle, I agreed with Changyi, whoever dies first, the other will bury him on the mountain outside Lu Longsai. I can't get up right now, can you help me with this? ”

Tian Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "This is more than a thousand miles to Lulongsai, and the road is far away. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the remains cannot be preserved for that long. It's better to bury it here first, and when the adults have time later, let's move Changyi's grave to Lulongse. ”