Not daring to collide with the enemy riders in front of him, he turned his horse's head diagonally and entered the passage. It is very easy for everyone to say that when it comes to death, but when it comes to actually facing death, many people choose to dodge. Wind Crack hid in the path of death. Facing the enemy head-on is definitely going to be knocked out, so it's better to fight your way out here. The spear in the hand of the wind crack is like a poisonous snake spitting out a tongue, he picks up and down the thorns, sliding left and right, but he can still run at high speed on his horse. The soldiers behind him were not as good as his martial arts, and they were either hacked to death and planted under their horses, or pierced by spears, or they were shot by arrows, and then trampled by galloping horses.

Every enemy soldier in the passage felt like they had walked into death. All that flew in front of me were the weapons of the opposing soldiers. The cavalry on the left galloped and slashed, and at the same time the cavalry on the right followed with a slash, and before they could breathe, the two cavalrymen who followed came with a left and a right slash, and there was no time to react. There are also long arrows that come from different directions at any time. Death shrouded the narrow, long passage.

Murong Feng and Li Hong walked side by side, the two of them were unstoppable, running wildly all the way, and the knives in their hands kept slashing at the oncoming enemy soldiers. With the help of the huge power generated by the high-speed galloping warhorse, it is easy to hit and even kill the opponent.

The hammer array formed by Murong Feng's army exerted great power, just like a hungry lion devouring the head of its prey in one bite, and more like a giant beet opening its bloody mouth and desperately sucking food, only entering, not out. The cavalry of the Wind Crack had no power to fight back at all in the initial period of time, and the blood of the killed was like a river, and almost all of the more than 1,000 people of the entire front army were lost.

Murong Feng's army did not slow down because of the enemy's obstacles, they stepped on the bodies of the soldiers of the Niutou tribe, still running wildly, the wind swept the clouds, invincible, like a flood that broke the embankment, the waves were turbulent, carrying the wind and thunder, roaring and pouring down. Behind the Hammer Array, a bloody stump of severed limbs remained, and hundreds of soldiers lay in pools of blood. No screams, no moans, just lifeless bodies.

After fending off the slashing of countless weapons, Wind Crack suddenly found himself rushing out of the terrible Land of Death. Murong Feng's army was too fast, and it had already thrown him out of the formation. He didn't kill a single enemy, because he could only defend, defend, and defend, and the enemy's weapons came one after the other, endlessly, and from beginning to end they were very rhythmically chopping, chopping, and chopping, as if there was no time to stop. Wind Crack was in a hurry, and although he was lucky to save his life, it was better to die. He was slashed dozens of times in the body, hit by five arrows, and his whole body was dripping with blood and pain. The war horse had long been unable to resist the heavy blows that were continuously chopped down like a mountain, and his limbs were limp and fell to his knees. The wind cracked and he fainted, and fell headlong under the horse.

Fearing being caught up in the Hammer Array, most of the soldiers on the left and right flanks scattered and fled, went around the left and right flanks of the Great Array and its rear, and began to attack with all their might.

The generals who led the Chinese army of the Niutou tribe realized that if they could not immediately stop the advance speed of Murong Feng's army, the power of its hammer array would not be able to resist, and all they were left with was death. After Feng Crack fell into the enemy position with the front army, the command has been handed over to the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army in accordance with the rules. He ordered his men to blow the horn of shrinking the formation and rallying the Chinese army. He was ready to use a purely suicidal method regardless of the number of deaths, using a dense formation and a large array of hammers to force it to slow down. Once the enemy formation loses speed, it also loses flexibility and mobility, and the rest is to rely on their own abilities, and whoever can hold on to the end will be the winner.

The former army of the Wind Crack has been completely swallowed up by the Hammer Array. Like autumn leaves, they were swept up by a gust of wind, and then they flew all over the sky, drifting away into no man's corner, and turning into a pile of fertile soil.

The Chinese army was immediately swept in.

The enemy cavalry in front of Murong Feng became more and more dense, more and more fierce, and more and more irrational. They are like zombies who have lost consciousness, and they are even more like gamblers who have lost their eyes, and they have pressed themselves all to the table of life and death. Li Hong was like a bloodthirsty beast, with a strange roar that had long since ceased to be human, and the war knife in his hand danced like a small wind wheel, and the enemy soldiers turned into dead souls under this impermeable knife.

The soldiers of the Minotaur tribe finally succeeded after losing a few hundred men with suicidal resistance, and the speed of the rampaging bison on the battlefield began to slowly slow down. After losing a large number of men and horses, the Chinese army of the Niutou tribe finally stopped the impact of the hammer array. Later, the rear army, which arrived in a straggler formation, came up just right, joined up with the remnants of the Chinese army, and built a solid defense line, completely containing the impact of Murong Feng's army.

More of the enemy soldiers who were huddled around the perimeter had already pounced on the wild mad bull fiercely. The left and right flanks of the enemy are pulling away in formations, using the speed of the horses to directly face the flanks of the hammer array and attack in turn.

Murong Feng's soldiers suddenly suffered a sharp increase in casualties.

Murong Feng heard the horn of the alarm. It was his own people who told him that his flanks had been attacked by the enemy's cavalry and that he might be broken through the formation. The hammer array must be fast, without speed it is a big and heavy bear on the battlefield, although it is huge, with rough skin and thick meat, but it will eventually be bitten to death by the evil wolves surrounded by the group. Especially on the flanks, if the large array stops, the soldiers on the flanks are basically live targets for the enemy's attacks. Over time, it's a devastating collapse.

Murong Feng roared hard: "The left front point is round ......, and the left front point is ......."

The trumpeters immediately gave up attacking the enemy, and under the protection of their comrades around them, they blew the horn of the change of formation with all their strength.

At this time, the hammer array still had a certain speed, which was enough to change the formation, and the two wings of the bloody battle between the two sides seemed to have plenty of space because the enemy needed to let the war horses run, which was more powerful than the movement of the flank cavalry

As the sound of a huge horn soaring into the sky, Murong Feng's soldiers ignored the enemy's brutal attack on them and began to change formations. The entire hammer array is an iron plate. Now the iron plate is centered on the front point of the left flank and begins to turn slowly but resolutely. The soldiers at the front of the left flank did not hesitate at all, and immediately tightened the reins and stopped the running horses. Under the cover of his comrades-in-arms, the flag bearer suddenly raised the three-zhang high fiery red eagle handsome flag. The huge banner fluttered in the wind, and it looked unusually eye-catching in the fierce battlefield. It was as if to tell the soldiers: I am the center.

Murong Feng urged the horse to turn obliquely with the formation, slashing left and right. But there are too many enemies in front of them, and the resistance is very great. The scene of the bull running in the bull field rushing left and right in the midst of the enemy's encirclement suddenly jumped into his mind. No, soldiers must not be slaughtered. Murong Feng tightened the reins of the horse with his left hand, and the whole person jumped on the horse's back, stood up, and stood up.

In such a fierce battlefield, exposing yourself to the range of all enemies is nothing short of insane. Li Hong next to him was stunned, he didn't even have time to shout danger, he threw his war knife towards the three whistling long arrows that shot at Murong Feng. At the same time, the right hand quickly removed the handsome flag from the horse's belly, and unfurled it against the wind, and before it could be raised, more long arrows had already been shot. Li Hong roared, used all his strength, waved the three-zhang long flagpole, and struggled to push away the arrows fired by the enemy. One or two still escaped Li Hong's resistance, but they were all in danger and deviated from Murong Feng. The banner was unfurled, covering Murong Feng's figure.

Murong Feng was already facing his subordinates at this time, completely ignoring the enemy behind him, raising his sword and shouting: "Hoho ......"

The soldiers who followed after saw the bravery of the marshal, all of them were greatly boosted, and then raised their arms and shouted: "Ho ho ......" The shout alarmed all the soldiers on the battlefield who were engrossed in killing the enemy, and they suddenly raised their heads and saw a scene that they would never forget: the marshal stood on the back of a galloping horse, and a huge red eagle flag behind him waved in the wind, and the marshal was leading them to kill the enemy bravely. The big handsome is shouting, shouting.

"Ho-ho......" The soldiers unanimously shouted from the bottom of their hearts their determination to fight to the death.

The soldiers suddenly felt that they were full of infinite strength, blood was boiling in the veins, the murderous aura was soaring, and the strong battle intent reached its peak in an instant.

Murong Feng waved his sword high and shouted with the soldiers again: "Ho ho ......" The deafening roar finally stimulated the endless strength of the soldiers. Listening to the ears of the soldiers of the Niutou tribe, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the fear and panic in their hearts almost reached their peak.

Murong Feng turned around and landed on the horse, and pointed forward with his sword, "Kill, ......"

He had two long arrows stuck in his back.

Although Li Hong did everything possible to wave the huge banner and try to help him block the arrows, he still could not avoid his injury. "When I go back, I'm going to be scolded by the old wolf again. Go to hell. Li Hong sprinted with a spear while holding a three-zhang banner, and scolded the enemy angrily.

The speed of the large array suddenly increased. No matter how hard the soldiers of the Niutou tribe tried their best to resist, they could no longer stop the rotation of the formation. The crazy bison was roped and was circling around a center even more frantically.

All the lives in this circle were crushed into powder in the blink of an eye.

The gyro array in this circular movement is the change of the hammer array on the battlefield. It is very difficult to change formations. There are too many restrictions on speed, time, number of enemies, enemy attack methods, one's morale, tactical literacy, etc., and the success rate is almost non-existent. But today, because Murong Feng hit the other party by surprise. The opposing troops rushed to fight in an unorganized formation and lack of preparation, which finally led to defeat and achieved the glory of the Hammer Array.

The Gyro Array spun wildly on the battlefield, moving rapidly, trying to turn all the life that could be sucked into ashes.

The army of the Minotaur tribe began to surround this large array, organizing small detachments of 100 people, like sharp arrows, taking turns to attack the large array from different directions, trying to tear open the gap and roll the spinning top into pieces.

The battle has entered a stalemate.