Murong Feng's army, with the invincible momentum of thunder, rushed straight towards the army of the bull-headed tribe that was split by the wind, like mercury pouring on the ground.

Murong Feng clearly knew the advantages of the wind crack. The fact that he was able to appear here with the team unconsciously shows that today's decisive battle will definitely not be avoided. If he didn't know that Wind Crack had betrayed, he would definitely be grateful to see Wind Crack come to his aid with such an army. The advantage of the Wind Crack is that no one knows that he is the enemy. Once Murong Feng's army launched a charge, and the wind cracked troops covered up from behind, it would be a disaster. Murong Feng's army had no chance to turn back, and there was no way to turn back at all. The galloping war horses, thousands of soldiers, whoever stopped halfway would be killed and trampled to death by the war horses galloping behind, only waiting for the fate of slaughter, just like in the Running Bull Plain, Murong Feng's army had no chance to fight back at all.

Murong Feng wanted to oppose the guest this time and take the initiative to invite these shameless people on the grassland. The fiasco on the Running Bull Plains was the pain of his life. He thought that he would never be able to wash away his shame in his life. Who would have thought that God would treat him so kindly and give him such a shameful opportunity.

He wanted to attack, and he could no longer bear his brother being slaughtered alive like unarmed livestock. Murong Feng didn't have the slightest hesitation and immediately started attacking.

He wants to tell those shameless people that heroes are heroes, and they must die with dignity if they want to die. He wants to use the most primitive, the most attacking, the most lethal, and the most majestic sledgehammer array to smash these insidious and despicable villains, and smash these ugly evil animals in the world.

Li Hong still held a huge handsome flag and followed closely behind Murong Feng.

"Leopard, put away the handsome flag." Murong Feng turned around by chance and saw Li Hong's face flushed, and he hugged the flagpole in his arms with both hands. Because the horse is fast, the resistance generated by the big flag is no longer something that people can hold.

Li Hong instinctively shouted: "No! ”

Murong scolded angrily: "You idiot, use Xiaoqi at this time, do you know?" ”

Li Hong shook his head blankly. Murong Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him, pointed behind him with his finger, and told him to see for himself. Li Hong shook his head and looked back, and his face immediately turned even redder. In the second row of high-speed galloping procession, each of the ten flag bearers easily held a small red handsome flag. The Murong Feng guards who were lined up behind Li Hong raised their thumbs up at him, meaning to praise him, you are so powerful. Li Hong hurriedly put down the banner and rolled it up while riding on his horse. Murong Feng looked at him sideways. Li Hong smiled embarrassedly at him.

The speed of the troops was getting faster and faster, and the ears of the soldiers seemed to be deafened by the roaring hooves of horses. The more the horse ran, the more excited it became, and the four hooves gradually began to rise into the air.

Wind Crack rode excitedly on his horse, constantly urging his subordinates to form a queue. The cavalry on the hill had already begun to accelerate towards the assembly ground below. At the foot of the mountain, the trumpets of the assembly, the trumpets of the formations, and the trumpets of preparation sounded in one piece.

Feng Split didn't expect Murong Feng to rush directly towards him as quickly as he could, with the most unimaginative formation, as if he hadn't heard the confirmation signal he had sent. Seeing that his army was still in formation, Feng Crack couldn't help but be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He knew that if he didn't charge again, he would immediately lose his speed advantage. But the right flank troops were still in formation, and the rear army was still on the hill.

"Blow the trumpet again and tell the other party that we are the Minotaur tribe and reinforcements." He still didn't believe that Murong Feng would see through his plan, and luckily thought that Murong Feng was not in this team. So he asked to blow the trumpet again to see if he could delay the other party.

The trumpeter blew again.

Murong Feng's ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind, the sound of thunderous horses' hooves galloping, and he couldn't hear the sound of horns blowing from two miles away.

Murong Feng raised his hand and waved it down vigorously. The hornmen behind him immediately blew the acceleration horn, and then more than a dozen horns sounded at the same time. All the cavalrymen bent down on their horses in unison, leaning forward with their weights to reduce resistance. The speed is speeding up again.

Something was wrong with Feng Crack's face. He shouted to the trumpeters: "Blow the trumpet!" ”

One of the commanders beside him exclaimed, "My lord, the right flank troops have not yet finished plating. ”

"No matter what, order them to attack in this loose formation. If we don't charge, we will be stoned to death by a punch. ”

At this time, the Charger had already "wooed...... Woo ......" rang.

Wind Crack rushed to the forefront of the troops with his men like a whirlwind. He raised the spear in his hand, looked back and yelled, "Hohoo......"

The soldiers took up their weapons one after another, held them high above the top, and shouted in response: "Hoho......"

Wind Crack used all his strength to wave his spear again, and the soldiers shouted again: "Hoho ......" The sound was like thunder, and it exploded again over the small Jutun.

On the battlefield in the northwest of Jutun, the iron wolf couldn't be happier. Some soldiers were already happily shouting: "Coming, coming......" Because it was estimated that the main force would arrive soon, the iron wolf did not organize forces again to launch an annihilating attack on the enemy in the remaining three encirclements, but strengthened the encirclement.

Gongsun Hu was dragged by Duan Song into a trapezoidal defensive formation that they had temporarily pieced together with small formations. Two warriors helped Gongsun Hu take off his shirt and were using knives to dig out the arrows that had fallen into the flesh. The enemy seemed to be frightened by the incessant chanting from the southwest, and the momentum of the offensive was noticeably weakened. The combined front and rear armies of the assault also left just over 700 soldiers. Taking advantage of the slowdown in the pace of the enemy's attack, they immediately collected and sorted out their weapons and rearranged their formation, preparing to wait for the main cavalry to rush over, so as to prevent accidental injuries and scattering the formation. One of the flag bearers suddenly took the banner from his horse, put him up again, and planted it firmly on the ground.

The army of Wind Cracks began to move, began to accelerate. The whole body of the wind crack was almost lying on the horse's back. The oncoming wind was blowing so violently that it was impossible to open its eyes at all. He had no choice but to put his head on the side of the horse's neck. He saw that none of his subordinates could resist the wind brought by the high speed, and they basically tilted their heads and heads. Wind Crack thought of a fatal problem, the direction of the wind today was very unfavorable to his cavalry, and besides, the wind seemed to be stronger now.

He gave up on accelerating again. If you speed up any further, I'm afraid the soldiers won't even be able to shoot arrows.

The distance between the two sides is five hundred paces.

The speed of the horses of the cavalry of Murong Feng's army has basically reached the limit. Countless horses' hooves rose and fell over the overgrown fields, and the weeds and mud they brought up danced in the air. When the troops crossed, the green grass and large shrubs that had been erected were no longer visible in the field, and some were just a mess.

Iron Wolf and several of his subordinates stood on the edge of the battlefield, looking at the two armies running at high speed on the field, and they didn't know why the marshal didn't come to support them, but instead attacked the Wind Crack army that was supposed to come to support. The three heralds rushed towards the Iron Wolf as fast as they could. Murong Feng was worried that they were trapped inside the battlefield and the instructions could not be delivered, so he specially sent three people to go at the same time. As a result, the three of them were very lucky, and they saw the iron wolf from afar.

The Iron Wolf was stunned. Feng Crack betrayed Murong Feng. No way. Feng Crack once saved Murong Feng on the battlefield, and Murong Feng also saved Feng Split, and the two were friends of life and death. Why did Feng Crack betray Murong Feng? For officials? He didn't even want the position of handsome given to him by Tanshi Huai. For money? His ox's head fell among the Xianbei tribe and was famously wealthy. What reason did he have to betray Murong Feng. In Xianbei, he was the only one who openly supported Murong Feng's rebellion and had been funding Murong Feng. An army of four or five thousand has no money to drink the northwest wind. Will he betray Murong Feng? Unless he's crazy.

Iron Wolf no longer had the heart to pay attention to the battlefield in the southwest. He looked at the two approaching armies in the distance, felt the slight tremors from the ground, and listened to the thunderous roar of horses' hooves, his mood was unusually heavy, and he did not have the excitement before the battle, and there was no hope of defeating the enemy. A pair of life and death friends of the famous Xianbei tribe broke up, fought against each other, and fought until one side died. This is a kind of sadness for Xianbei people.

"Give Gongsun Hu, Duan Song's news, let them stay and wait for help. Command to attack the encirclement on the right. The Iron Wolf gave the order as he turned his horse's head and went to the center of the battlefield to gather his troops.

The two sides are three hundred paces apart.

The forces of the Wind Crack have been advancing at a constant pace. The wind crack is sad. Why did he lose to Murong Feng every time he was critical. This time the winning game seems to have gone wrong again. Murong Feng saw through his plan at the most critical time and fell short. As a result, not only did the troops not complete the assembly, but they were also forced by Murong Feng to rush to the battle, and they didn't even help the wind in the sky. Fighting against the wind is really self-defeating. Die and die. What's the point of being alive?

"Full speed ahead......" Wind Crack shouted.

The sound of the bull's horn broke through the loud roar and went down one after the other. The speed of the troop gallop suddenly accelerated. The snoring of the war horses was clearly audible.

Wind Crack's subordinates hurriedly reminded him, "My lord, the wind is too strong, and it will affect the upper arrow." ”

Wind Crack laughed frantically: "Don't shoot." Kill! ”

The two sides were two hundred paces apart.

Murong Feng could already see that the army of the Wind Crack was coming towards the wind, and the strong wind due to the high speed had seriously affected the speed of the troops, and the tactical response would also be greatly affected. Similarly, high winds can make wind-splitting soldiers slow to react in engagement.

He suddenly made a decision, in order to ensure the speed and the power of this hammer array, cancel the arrow array shooting. Speed, to speed. The Hornmen sent a message.

The two sides are a hundred paces apart. Neither side waited for the frightening rain of arrows. The soldiers on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

The two sides are fifty paces apart. Murong Feng and Feng Crack saw each other at the same time. There was no anger in the eyes of either of them, no hatred. Some are sad.

The wind-cracked soldier was suddenly terrified, as if he had seen the Grim Reaper suddenly rush out of the opposite line and smile miserably at them.

The Hammer Array was not like a hammer at all, but a hundred bloodthirsty tigers with their mouths wide open to be devoured. Two hundred horses in a vertical row, two hundred horses in a horizontal row, a group of two horses, and only one horse can be accommodated at a longitudinal interval. In the case of a high-speed gallop, if you don't want to directly hit the soldiers in a group of two horsemen directly opposite, you will have to be forced into those hundred passages. And the passage is six hundred steps long. The soldiers in the passage will use a variety of weapons to carry out bloody slaughter on enemy soldiers without mercy. However, every two cavalry groups can effectively protect the soldiers in their left and right directions, and save their lives in order to kill the enemy.

The two sides came into contact in an instant. The soldiers who collided directly with each other flipped on their backs, and their flesh and blood flew sideways. Due to the lack of speed of the soldiers of the wind crack, the impact force is naturally much smaller. And Murong Feng's iron riding speed has basically reached a crazy state, what he encounters and what he flies, it is really a person hitting someone, a ghost hitting a ghost, invincible, and no one can stop him. Once one's own person is damaged, it will be immediately replaced by a rider behind him, and the other party will never be given a chance to take advantage of it. The horsemen on horseback are holding swords in their hands, either on the left or on the right, shouting and roaring, slashing and slashing at will, heartily. The soldiers who entered the passage felt as if they had entered a road of death, and the countless swords and swords on the road seemed to have no end at all. No soldier could run out of this six-hundred-step death passage. Unless the road is all overcrowded with people, you can't kill them.