100,000 iron horsemen collided head-on with 50,000 Wu troops, 3,000 archers hid in them, 8,000 warriors as the backbone, 20,000 Wu men and women and 20,000 snowmen and 20,000 snowmen holding spears and clutching stones and shouting.

Before the iron cavalry could approach, it was hit by a rain of arrows, and a thick giant arrow fell from the sky, and the hundred horsemen at the head fell instantly.

The heralds shuttled through the crowd, and under the leadership of hundreds of centurions, 100,000 iron horsemen instantly turned into crows and scattered.

The rain of arrows continued to fall, but this time, it didn't have the same shocking effect as it had at the beginning. The knights, who were very scattered, saw the huge arrows gathered like dark clouds from a distance, and they rode away from them, and the number of people who were hit naturally became fewer.

Finally, it's close.

Jin Duolong, the younger brother of the patriarch of the Eagle tribe, was the commander of the Rong army, puffed out his cheeks, blew the horn of the charge, gathered his troops, and took the lead, carrying a spear and sending a decisive charge towards this Wu army.

All of this was agreed upon before I came this morning. Jin Duolong naturally didn't want to die, but someone had to do these things, and he was unlucky and drew a death lot.

The golden horn was thrown to the ground, and the golden dragon roared, however, he could not hear his own roar.

There were so many sounds around him that his ears were already filled with those sounds, and he couldn't hold any other sounds.

In this way, he felt that his surroundings had become quiet, that everything was far away from him, and that he seemed to be sitting on his beloved horse, running freely in the endless grassland. He was alone, a horse, with only the breeze, the green grass, the scorching sun, and the blue sky.

Airplanes!

Countless spear stones flew head-on, and people around them kept falling, and everyone opened their mouths to face death and crashed into it.

Rumble!

At that moment, the world seemed to be quiet.

The spear in Jin Duolong's hand pierced many people, and the war horse under his crotch let out a terrible wail, and he himself flew out.

Unleashing his spear and drawing his scimitar, Jin Duolong fell into the crowd like an eagle with folded wings.

He slashed a knife, and he didn't know where to cut it, but it was scarlet in front of him anyway. The next moment, the red world is flooded with black.

It's messy, the Wu army is in chaos. The front was constantly attacked by the cavalry, and the arrows from the left and right flew like locusts.

Soon, the two armies, which were still quite organized, were in chaos, and stones, spears, and arrows were intertwined into a great web of death, constantly reaping the lives of both sides.

The witch and the snowman spread their legs and howled, chasing the galloping horses.

The knight lowered his spear and slashed off most of the neck of a witch woman. Then he was hit with a blow and flew off the horse.

Cavalry against infantry, and twice as many as the opponent, would have been an absolute superiority. However, when facing this Wu army, the advantage is not so obvious.

Although the army composed of these witch people and snowmen is not as fast as the horses in a straight line, the gap between the two sides is not too outrageous. In terms of range, the Wicans even had the upper hand. As for the impact of the cavalry, it was also offset by the brute force of the Wu people. The last remaining advantage on the Terran cavalry's side is that they are better armed.

So this showdown is destined to be a lose-lose showdown.

"Follow me. "In the midst of the chaos, the ghost cried and screamed. There were people everywhere, crazy, almost all of them were crazy, and the heralds roared, but the sound was drowned out by the sound of fighting, and it was almost inaudible.

Ghost Cry swung out a knife and slashed a snowman who pounced on him neatly, glanced back, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Nangong They followed him dead and did not disperse.

It's just that Cai Wei opened her mouth and seemed to be shouting something. Looking at the shape of her mouth, it should be - be careful!!

Ghost Cry hurriedly turned his head, his chest shook slightly, and a stone smashed on the Thin Scale Armor, the stone shattered, and Ghost Cry himself was not injured.

He broke out in a cold sweat, didn't dare to be distracted any longer, looked up at the flag in front of him, and chased after it closely.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

The next moment, the white horse banner that was still in the eyes of the ghost cry disappeared in an instant.

Ghost Cry's heart tightened, and he clamped the horse's belly hard, and the big black horse understood Ghost Cry's intention, and hurriedly sped up.

A small witch man blocked the way, he was holding a big stick, and with tears of fear and not knowing what to shout, he rushed towards the ghost cry.

It was a child, and although he was taller than many Terran adults, he was indeed a child.

Obviously, he was separated on the battlefield, and it seemed that he was not far from death.

The devil clenched his gums and crossed the blade of the knife, and he could cut off his head the moment the men and horses staggered.

However, before the child could rush to the front, he was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.

The cheers reached his ears, and when Ghost Cried looked up, he saw that the white horse was standing up again, and inadvertently, the horse's hooves trampled over the corpse.

The White Horse Banner attracted countless eyes, and as the White Horse Banner continued to move forward, 50,000 iron horsemen broke away from this battlefield and continued to head south.

The rest of the people stayed, fighting against the army of 50,000 witches.

Here, it has been killed, and Handan City is even more crazy.

The walls of the city were smoky and black. The gate of the northern city wall has been breached, and in the city cave, countless corpses have been piled together, accompanied by the sound of fighting between the two sides, and the corpses have almost blocked the city hole.

The ancient snake witch climbed the city wall, and he held a two-handed axe snatched from the Terran side in one hand, and fought wildly with both hands round.

Every time an axe falls, someone must be killed, and even a heavy shield can't stop his axe at all, and it is crushed by an axe.

The Terrans who had stubbornly resisted in front of them suddenly dispersed, and before the Ancient Snake Great Witch and the warriors around him could understand what was going on, a chariot appeared in view.

Two red-eyed oxen showed their horns and galloped towards this direction as if they were happy.

On horseback, a general let out a desperate roar that lit the fuse beneath him.

The two oxen were crushed to death by the ancient snake and the great witch's axe, and they suddenly stopped, and the tail of the chariot was raised high, and the general flew out of the chariot, screaming and falling under the city wall.

The next moment, the chariot crossed the sky in an arc and slammed down on the top of the ancient snake house.

Rumble!

The ancient snake witch disappeared in an instant, the chariot exploded suddenly, countless fragments flew one after another, the surrounding warriors were flooded in flames, and the warriors behind screamed again and again.

A wooden barrel flew overhead, climbed over the walls, and fell outside the city.

Countless explosions rang out outside the city, and fires erupted, stirring up countless thick smokes.

Chen Wu, the commander of the Shu army, saw the opportunity and rushed forward with his fierce people. The spear in his hand waved again and again, forcing the Wu warriors in front of him to retreat again and again.

A broken arm fell on his shoulder, and he didn't care, because at this moment, his armor was already covered with shredded flesh.

And behind Chen Wu, a Taoist priest from Shushan threw out the last jade talisman, and then turned into a fierce tiger and jumped out on his own initiative, and the warriors of the Wu clan who were forced by Chen Wu to retreat again and again fell to the ground, tearing his throat.

A charred hand reached out from under the rubble and grabbed the tiger by the hind legs, and a giant suddenly rose from the rubble, shaking off the still burning fragments, and he threw the tiger to the ground with all his might, and then chopped him to death with an axe.

Chen Wu was stunned for a moment, he looked at the two-foot-tall blackened giant in front of him, and forcefully stabbed the spear in his hand into the giant's abdomen.

The giant once again raised his battle axe in the air, and with a single axe, it split Chen Wu in half.

"Dad!" behind Chen Wu, Chen Hutou shouted and rushed forward.