From the very beginning, the battle could only be described as fierce, with people falling to the ground in screams and people rushing in from outside the formation. The night was like a devil devouring everything, and the light of the campfire continued to attract the moth-like knights.

With the faint light, the old dog shadow saw a large cavalry team on the grassland. There are so many people that they are far from being able to deal with on their own. If you continue to consume it like this, you will die here sooner or later.

The old dog doesn't want to die, and the lives of the Yun family are very valuable. This is what Hou Ye said, no matter how much wealth you have, you can easily earn it back. It takes eighteen years to train a qualified warrior. A qualified veteran takes longer, during which many people will die, and those who remain will be more or less lucky. Time and experience are the most valuable treasures in the world.

"Get on the horse!" The loud roar of the old dog drowned out all the screams, roars and the clashing of blades.

"Old dog, what about the goods?" The steward shouted urgently, the Yun family's goods had never been hijacked on this trade route. Now that the goods are lost in his hands, tell him to go back and explain to Wusun Jichang.

"Don't! The life is gone, and the goods are the same as others. As he spoke, the old dog had already jumped on a war horse, and the old killers who could still move also jumped on the war horse. Before the steward could say anything, an arrow came out of the darkness and pierced his head. He didn't even have time to snort before he fell to the ground and couldn't make a sound again.

In the darkness, the old dog kept whistling, and the car formation was pushed away by a corner. Then a large force of cavalry rushed out, and several wounded veterans looked at each other with a wry smile, and brandished their blades to rush towards the incoming enemy. Those who lick blood from the edge of the knife are destined to die under the sword. It's better to hit the day today. It's just that before your soul returns to the underworld, you have to take a few more people with you. Otherwise, the road may be lonely.

The old dog felt the darkness envelop everything, and he could only lie on the horse's back. The wind in my ears blew, and the rest of the voices sounded around me in a chaotic manner. There were screams, shouts, curses, blades, and ...... I don't know what the sound is. The old dog stretched out his huge chopping knife horizontally, sometimes encountering some resistance. Then a warm liquid poured over his face, and the smell of blood enveloped him again.

From time to time, sparks flashed from the old dog's body, which were sparks from the enemy's sword slashing through his body, and the sparks flashed in the darkness like elves. If it weren't for the protection of the Yun family's armor, the old dog would definitely not be able to survive today.

I don't know how long he ran, but the old dog felt that there were fewer and fewer people around him. The war horse under the crotch is also getting slower and slower, and there seems to be a pursuer behind him, but he can't see it clearly. Everything on this night was swallowed up by the darkness of chaos. His own people and his enemies have become blind. Relying entirely on other senses, tearing back and forth on the grassland.

Finally, a touch of fish belly white appeared in the sky. The old dog turned around and looked around, and there were only less than two hundred riders behind him. Behind him, there was a large group of cavalry in pursuit. It looks like there are at least three hundred horsemen.

Everyone was running in the dark, and some were running in the wrong direction. Naturally, there are people who chase in the wrong direction, and such a strange scene is staged everywhere on the grassland. Obviously, there were only three or five people in front, but more than a hundred people were chasing after them. There were hundreds of people in front, but only more than 300 people were chasing.

"Woo ......!" The old dog slowed down his horse and restrained his horse.

"Array! Fight with these pups! "It's not that the old dog suddenly broke out with the spirit of the two poles, as a giant bandit of Yan Kingdom, if he was brave for a while, he would have died long ago without a place to be buried. He had been chased countless times, and he knew he was being chased like this. Your own people will fall behind one by one, and then be swept up by the other party and cut into pulp. Rather than being exhausted and slaughtered like a dog. It's better to fight and kill the enemy in front of you. Then, without any scruples, he fled.

The old killers behind him also reined in the war horses, and the old dog was right, taking advantage of the horsepower. Strike a blow and run away.

"Brothers, kill them to survive. If you want to live, follow me! "War sometimes doesn't need a rhetorical speech, and it doesn't need a high-ranking official. Staying alive is one of the most motivating reasons to motivate people. The old killers raised their swords in unison, even though the night of fighting had drained their physical strength. But they still fought one by one, and this battle would be the last for many of them.

Jog, accelerate, and accelerate. The two cavalry collided together like Mars hitting the earth, and in the dark night, two high-speed galloping war horses collided head-on, and in the wailing body of the war horse, the sound of bones breaking sounded as densely as a large number of dead branches broken.

The three-foot-long blade of the chopping knife cut off an oncoming cavalryman, and a fountain of blood erupted, and the horse and the knight's lower body still rushed forward.

The blood of the big tent fell from the sky like rain, and the old dog, covered in blood, roared and slashed forward with the horse chopping knife tied to his hand. His eyes were covered in blood, and he couldn't see anything, and in the darkest time before dawn, it didn't matter if he had eyes or not, he was surrounded by enemies, just chop.

Everywhere the old dog went, blood bloomed, and there were no moaning and screaming opponents. There was only the cramping of minced meat on the ground, and the "click" sound of cutting off bones with a horse chopping knife, and the sound was in my ears. In the faint light of the sky, you can vaguely see pus-like sticky bone marrow emerging from the ivory-white bones.

The old killers are all old guys who have survived a hundred battles, not only wearing well-made Yun family armor, but also holding the invincible Yun family saber in their hands. It was an asymmetrical war, despite the fact that there were three hundred men on the opposite side. But these three hundred people seem to be Spartan warriors running naked, and these people from the Yun family are obviously not Persian cysts. They are real lions, lions that eat people.

They furiously tore apart some of the creatures that stood in their way, their sabers being their fangs and claws. Roars, roars, screams were followed by silence.

In the brighter and brighter daylight, mutilated corpses lay on the snowy grassland. There are people and horses. The ownerless horses rested on the side of the corpse, constantly arching their noses at their former owners, not understanding why they just didn't move.

The old dog rubbed the blood-stained saber on his boots, "Take their horses and let's go!" "There were no wounded in this battle, all the people either died or lived. (To be continued.) )