Zhao Yun, Yan Rou, and Liu Bao led the iron rider to run wildly on the field, and the huge roar shook the field. ∮ Yan Moxuan ∮ ad-free ∮

After a series of bloody battles, the Han army's iron cavalry suffered heavy losses. The generals are all battle-hardened people, and although no one knows the exact number of casualties now, they can roughly estimate the number of casualties of the army by looking at the iron cavalry array behind them. Jiang Wu, Li Su, Jie Yingtong, Nie Xiao, Yan Wuxing, and Liu Bao originally had 19,000 iron cavalry, but the current number of the army is only about 13,000 at most. In other words, the army lost about 6,000 men in Sunset. The loss of troops was not the greatest threat to the Han army, the biggest threat was fatigue, the fatigue of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. The army set out from Wolf Juxu Mountain in the early morning of this morning, rushed to Sunset Spring early in the morning and launched an attack, and has not yet had a moment of rest, both men and horses are now exhausted.

While galloping on their horses, the iron cavalry soldiers took out the dried meat from their bosoms and stuffed it into their mouths, and raised their skins to drink a few sips of water. Some of the soldiers were so tired that they lay on their horses and took time to rest. When you get to the battlefield, let alone eat, you don't even have the opportunity to drink saliva.

Zhao Yun swallowed the food in his mouth with the cold water, and then threw the water bladder to Yan Rou beside him.

"Zilong, are we attacking one side or both wings of the Xianbei people at the same time?" Yan Rou shouted loudly.

"Ziyu, let's attack the right flank of the Xianbei people and kill them from the north." Zhao Yun wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, turned his head and shouted, "We will directly kill the Chinese army of the Xianbei people, use the superior forces to disrupt the positions of the Xianbei people, and then fight with the Xianbei people, and drag the battle until dark as much as possible." ”

The sound of ten thousand horses galloping was too loud, Yan Rou didn't hear it clearly, and hit the horse to get closer to Zhao Yun and asked again. The two were close together, and Zhao Yun shouted a few words at the top of his throat, repeating what he had just said. "Murong Feng's army only arrived at noon, and we had already fought for a day, and the brothers were very tired, so they could only concentrate all their forces on one side. As long as we crush Murong Feng's Chinese army, the war will be at a stalemate, so that the war can drag on smoothly until tomorrow. ”

"Micah and Xiongba's army is expected to arrive soon. If the war drags on until tomorrow, we will be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of troops. Yan Rou shouted, "I think it's better for us to defeat Murong Feng at all costs." Defeat Murong Feng, and we will win this battle. ”

Zhao Yun looked back at the direction of Sunset Spring, and the Xianbei people's big silk was still fluttering in the air. Zhao Yun said helplessly: "If we want to defeat Murong Feng, we need more troops, but we don't have them now. Unless the general immediately kills the leader and quickly leads the army to help, there is no chance that we will defeat Murong Feng. ”

Yan Rou scolded hatefully, raised the long knife in his hand, "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, and form a goose-shaped array...... Rush into ......"

The Condor spread its wings and hovered over the battlefield, screaming sadly.

Murong Feng's expression was shocked, and he turned his eyes to look at the front of the battlefield. The last thing he wanted to see finally happened irreversibly. The reinforcements of the Han army galloped in from the direction of Sunset Spring, and the Kuitou, Luoluo and the 20,000 troops were completely finished.

More than a dozen scouts came panting and flew over, "My lord, the Han army has completely annihilated Wei in vain, and is galloping towards the aid here." ”

"What about the king? Is the battle on the battlefield south of Sunset Springs over? Murong Feng asked sharply.

"The king's throne is still standing south of the Sunset Spring, and the fierce battle continues." A scout Baichang said in horror, "My lord, the people who came to help were Zhao Yun, Yan Rou, and Liu Bao, the Zuoxian King of the Huns, about 10,000 horsemen, and the sky was overwhelming. ”

Murong Feng looked up at the sky, and the muscles on his face twitched violently a few times. There was still more than an hour before it got dark, and the battle was dangerous.

"Blow the trumpet, order the speed of the Split Wind, Tieguo, Weiran and others to withdraw from the battlefield and regroup the queue."

"Order all the units on both flanks, make a fierce attack, cover the withdrawal of the Chinese army from the battlefield, quickly, quickly ......"

The earth of the sunset plain was trembling, the earth-shattering thunder was roaring, and the iron cavalry of the Han army rushed out of the sky like a howling hurricane with billowing smoke and dust, and the wind and clouds changed color in an instant.

Tens of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield turned their heads almost at the same time. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, breathing seemed to stop, and even the thick blood floating in the air seemed to be shocked by the murderous aura that came to his face. The next moment, the roar on the battlefield suddenly rose into the sky, and the sound shook the sky. The officers and men of the Han army were enthusiastic, their morale was like a rainbow, and their cheers were thunderous. Xianbei's hearts were cold, their hearts and galls were broken, and the miserable howls of despair and grief resounded in the sky.

All kinds of horns sounded one after another, and the majestic war drums echoed on the bloody battlefield with the sound of fierce fighting.

Lu Yi, Yang Ming, Xian Yufu and others are leading the army to support it, and the remnants of the Duliao Battalion and the Changshui Battalion are already at the end of their strong crossbows. At the last moment when the army was about to collapse and run out of life, the Xianbei people suddenly retreated. Although Tie Guo hated the Han people to the core, and even wanted to crush the Han people to ashes, but in front of Murong Feng's military orders and the lives of the soldiers of the whole army, he still gritted his teeth and waved his sword, "Withdraw, withdraw from the battlefield......

Under the command of Duan Zhen, Yuwen Wound, Wu Leopard, and Hu Bang, the left and right flanks of the Xianbei people completely gave up the defense, and everyone fought for their lives, vowing to entangle the Fengyun Iron Cavalry and the Black Panther Yicong Battalion.

Zhao Yun was in the center, Yan Rou was on the left, and Liu Bao was on the right, and the three of them each led the army to form a huge goose-shaped attack formation, which poured down with the momentum of thunder, like a landslide and a ground crack, unstoppable.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill in......" Yan Rou pointed forward with his long knife, and his voice was hoarse.

"Bloody War...... Swear to fight to the death...... "Zhao Yun took the lead, the spear was like a dragon leaping into the sky, pointing to the sky and roaring.

"Kill ......" More than 10,000 iron-blooded soldiers raised their weapons, looked up to the sky and roared, "Kill ......"

The sky darkened.

The six thousand iron horsemen of the Black Leopard and the Black Panther Battalion led by Pang De, Arc Ding, and Qi Shen have been fighting fiercely for a long time, and more than half of the soldiers on both sides have been killed and wounded, and they are all exhausted at this time. In the face of the Han reinforcements that came like a tide, the Xianbei people had no power to resist, and they were overwhelmed by the stormy waves in a blink of an eye. The Xianbei people struggled in the turbulent torrent, and there were warriors like the black leopard and the crane who were not afraid of life and death and went against the current. "Brothers, fight to the death, fight to the death......"

The black leopard felt that he had fallen into the boundless darkness, and everywhere in front of him was the Han cavalry that was galloping wildly, spears piercing his chest, slashing at his body, and countless long arrows roaring. The black leopard is like a weathered stone, torn apart by a strong wind, and instantly turned into a sky full of powder. He flew into the sky, and he saw his horse and half of his body swept away by the whistling torrent, and there was no trace of it in the blink of an eye. A sword shot into the sky, slicing the remaining half of his body in two again. Thousands of brave Xianbei soldiers were like fragile little trees, swept down, broken, and uprooted by the indestructible torrent, and after a few rolls on the waves, they were never to be seen again.

Murong Feng was furious. He flew and jumped on his war horse, raised his blood-red fire carving battle flag, and galloped away against the Han army, "Warriors of the Xianbei tribe, kill with me, kill ......"

The Great Han Iron Cavalry came all the way, not only with terrifying momentum, but more importantly, with an astonishing speed, enough to sweep away the Xianbei people. The Xianbei people fought bloodily here with 14,000 Han troops to block the iron cavalry, and they had long lost their speed and sharpness. Even if they are an iron shield now, they will be pierced by this sharp spear of the Han people.

Although the leaders of the Split Storm and other tribes who surrounded and annihilated Koyi in the middle of the road retreated rapidly, they didn't have time to regroup their ranks at all, and the only thing they could do now was to immediately turn around their horses and rush forward after Murong Feng. With these hundreds of paces away, the Xianbei people can completely make the war horse reach the limit speed. As long as there is speed, even if there is no queue to charge, the Xianbei people have the confidence to block the Han people.

The fire eagle battle flag fluttered in the wind and rain, and the frightened Xianbei soldiers seemed to draw infinite strength from this blood-colored battle flag, and they roared like thunder and chased after them. Following behind this battle flag, following behind Murong Feng, Xianbei people will be able to win all battles. No one could defeat Murong Feng in the desert.

Murong Feng held the battle flag high, drew his knife and shouted: "Huh...... Ho ......"

Split Wind, Tieguo, Kirby Bear, Que Kun and others all raised their weapons and roared with all their strength: "Ho-ho...... Hohoo ......"

The Xianbei soldiers echoed in unison: "Hoho...... Hohoo ......"

The Xianbei Iron Cavalry roared hoarsely as they galloped at high speed, and the army quickly gathered behind the blood-colored battle banner and swept forward like a hurricane.

The storm and thunder have risen again on the battlefield.

"Boom ......" thunder resounded throughout the sky.

Tian Chou screamed and suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp pain made him moan loudly. He saw the gray sky, heard the continuous explosion of thunder in the distance, and felt his heartbeat.

The sound of fierce fighting in front of him made him realize that he was still alive, still on the battlefield of this desert, and the battle was still going on. How could I lie here...... Tian Chou endured the pain in his heart and tried to recall, Uncle Tian Chong died, his long sword was cut off by the Xianbei people, he picked up a bloody battle axe on the ground and continued to kill, he killed seven Xianbei people in a row, and the brains of the last Xianbei people splashed his head and face with steaming blood, and then ...... He remembered that a spear had pierced into his chest, and the heart-rending pain made his howl worse than that of a wolf in the desert, and he fell, and several of his comrades desperately stepped forward to hack the Xianbei man to death, dragged himself out of the dense crowd, and then he knew nothing......

He subconsciously touched his chest, his armor had been torn off, his chest was wrapped in a thick linen, and blood was stained all over his body. I didn't die, I didn't die. Tian Chou was ecstatic and sat up suddenly. The corpses of soldiers on both sides were piled up around, and the grass was stained red with blood, and he was lying in this pool of blood. Tian Chou took a few breaths of air hard, feeling the truth of being alive. He suddenly realized that what he was smelling was not the smell of blood, but a sweet scent.

Tian Chou staggered to his feet. Grandpa said to himself that as long as there is still a breath, he will continue to fight and never die. Tian Chou picked up a spear from the ground, supported his body with the spear, and walked towards the battlefield in front of him. He couldn't see the battlefield of fierce fighting, and within a few dozen steps ahead, the corpses of soldiers and horses on both sides were piled up into a small mountain, and at least hundreds of people died within these dozens of paces. When he was unconscious, there was a thrilling bloody battle here.

He saw the two guards who had rescued him, both of them dead, one of them pierced by the sword of the Xianbei people. One had his legs cut off and died in blood, and the long grass and dirt that had been cut up next to his body testified to the unimaginable pain he had suffered before he died. He staggered along and saw more soldiers of the Guards Battalion, and everyone died miserably and heroically. Tian Chou's heart is dripping blood, hatred is burning, he can't bear it, he wants to kill people, he wants to kill more Xianbei people.

Tian Chou rolled and crawled, stumbling to the top of the corpse pile. He saw the battlefield of the battle, and at the bottom of the hills, by the lake, countless soldiers were fighting. Galloping horses were shuttling back and forth, and the lake had already been stained red with blood, and it looked shocking from a distance.

Tian Chou trembled with excitement, he raised his spear, roared angrily, and flew down. A war knife stuck in the corpse tripped him, Tian Chou screamed and fell on his back, his body rolled along the pile of corpses, and fell heavily on a dead horse.

Tian Chou endured the pain and slowly raised his head, "Lord Zhang......"

Zhang Zhen was crushed under the dead horse, covered in blood, his battle helmet was missing, and the blood in his mouth was still gushing out.

"Lord Zhang......" Tian Chou picked up his head and shouted loudly, "Lord Zhang......"

Zhang Zhen opened his eyes and said weakly: "I killed the Kuitou, I killed the Kuitou." ”

Tian Chou's heart was relieved, his nose was sour, and tears suddenly filled his eyes, "My lord, you are still alive." ”

"What are you crying about?" Zhang Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned with bared teeth, "Look, I killed Kuitou. He raised his right hand with difficulty and picked up a bloody bare head, "You want to kill me?" Hmph, I just can't kill ......" Zhang Zhen said triumphantly, and as a result, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"I'll call someone to save you." Tian Chou knew that he couldn't move the dead horse, so he hurriedly stood up, picked up a war knife on the ground, and staggered forward.

Tian Chou saw the Xianbei people's Daxu. The Great Banner was cut off by the roots, the thick and tall flagpole was cut into several pieces, and the huge Xianbei Battle Flag was torn into more than a dozen pieces and scattered everywhere. There were corpses lying around the Great Silk, and at the base of the Great Silk lay a tall and sturdy man, with seven long arrows stuck in his back and a long knife in his hand. Tian Chou exclaimed in shock: "Lord Tiger Head, Lord Tiger Head ......"

Tian Chou flew forward, shaking Yan Liang's huge body again and again, "Lord Tiger Head......

Yan Liang groaned in pain, gritted his teeth and scolded, "Who smashed my head? Who smashed it? Lao Tzu is going to chop him alive. ”

When Tian Chou heard Yan Liang's roar, he couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart anymore and burst into tears. Yan Liang tilted his head, trying to open his eyes and look at him, "Zitai, Lao Tzu is not dead, why are you crying?" Untie my armor quickly. ”

Tian Chou wiped a handful of tears, agreed repeatedly, and hurriedly cut the leather cord connecting the armor, and took off the heavy armor on Yan Liang's back. All seven long arrows pierced through the heavy armor, and half of the arrow clusters sank into the flesh, and the flesh was blurred. Yan Liang cursed the Xianbei people while trying to get up, but he tried several times without success, so he had to lie on the ground and curse.

"Zitai, how many Xianbei people are there by the lake? Where's the General? ”

Tian Chou stood up and looked down the hill.

"Lord Hutou, there are not many Xianbei people left, they are retreating to the lake, and they are about to be killed by us." Tian Chou suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "General, I saw the General, he was riding a yellow horse, and he was rushing to kill, killing one, killing another, killing another...... Oh no, he fell into the lake......"

"What about Liu Ming? What about Lou Lu? Can you see their battle flags? ”

"Lord Liu is on the east side of the battlefield, and I see that his battle flag is moving rapidly, but it ......"

"But what? Is it that the battle flag fell, and he died. Yan Liang scolded angrily, "Since this kid has been the king of the Huns, he can't even fight." Is he dead? ”

"No, no." Tian Chou said in frustration, "There are not many Huns, it seems that there are only more than 1,000 people, why are there so many casualties?" ”

"We have met the most elite iron cavalry of the Danhan Mountain Royal Court, which is probably the army left behind by Tanshi Huai." Yan Liang said hatefully, "After this battle, our personal guard battalion is gone, the old man and half of his soldiers Cao Battalion are gone, Zheng Xin's scout battalion elite are all killed, and now even the Huns have been broken in half, and it is estimated that the king with the tail of a blackbird will not be better there." ”

"Lord Tigerhead, it seems that something has happened to the Black Feather King." Tian Chou cried out in pain, "The Karasuma people have gone crazy. ”

"Is the battle flag down?"

"No, the battle flag is still there."

"That's fine, a few stabs at most." Yan Liang smiled gloatingly.

"The general has come ashore." Tian Chou shouted happily, "He killed one, two, three, and the general snatched a horse." Okay, kill another ...... Not good, the Huns also went crazy. ”

"Is the battle flag down?" Yan Liang scolded angrily, "I'm going to get up, I'm going to kill the barbarians of Danhan Mountain." ”

"Nope." Tian Chou looked at it for a long time, and finally let out a long breath, "The battle flag has not fallen. ”

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