Murong Bazhuo must not retreat, in the current situation, his own side occupies an absolute advantage, even if he clearly knows, in fact, what Murong Honglie said is reasonable, as the Great Khan of the entire Western Fierce Slave Empire, he must not fight without fighting, so he directly retreated with his tail between his legs.

Therefore, as long as Murong Bazhuo came to Haixi City, then ...... , he's definitely dead.

As the first large-scale battle of the entire Northwest War, the Battle of Haixi, the most difficult and critical place is not how to use the entire 800,000 Sui troops to eat the 700,000 Western Fierce Slave troops heading south, but how to take the place where this battle took place...... , set under Haixi City!

In other words, how to lead all the 700,000 Western Fierce Slave Army to Haixi City to start a showdown.

This is the most difficult thing to do, as long as this can be done, then, even if the Western Slave Empire sends more than one million troops, or more than two million, it will definitely be a tragic end for the entire army to be wiped out.

Therefore, when Wukong discovered Murong Bazhuo's location, he immediately stopped the time and space of the Demon Realm, and landed in front of Murong Bazhuo as soon as he soared into the sky.

Then, after raising his hand to seal all of Murong Bazhuo's acupoints, Wukong took Murong Bazhuo's back and flew back to Haixi City again, restoring the time and space of the entire Demon Realm.

Only at this moment, the 700,000 soldiers and horses of the Western Fierce Slave Empire came to Haixi City, and Wukong could make a move against Murong Bazhuo, otherwise, it would be useless at all!

"Surrender, you will definitely not be able to win this battle, you will definitely not be able to win!" After saying in a deep voice with an extremely serious expression, Wukong stared at Murong Bazhuo and continued to persuade sincerely: "Although I love to deceive people, I rarely do things that I am not sure of. Murong Bazhuo, you are a great man in the world, I ...... , I don't want to kill you. After slowly speaking, Wukong looked at the other party calmly, waiting for Murong Bazhuo's ...... Refuse.

That's right, it's a refusal, not a compromise for mercy.

Wukong knew very well in his heart that Murong Bazhuo would most likely not compromise, and the reason why he caught Murong Bazhuo in the city now was that he wanted to give it a try, whether he could persuade the other party to surrender was just a try.

Second, in fact, it is to be in front of the two armies...... , kill Murong Bazhuo!

If you don't surrender, then you must die, for the next stage of the plan, in order to be able to annex the entire Western Fierce Slave Empire, Murong Bazhuo ...... , must die.

It has come to this moment, in fact, everything is basically clear, so with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and after looking at Wukong with an extremely calm expression for a while, Murong Bazhuo slowly raised his head and shouted wildly in the sky.

"Give me the blood to wash the whole Haixi ——————! kill Du Xiaodan...... , for the fierce slave Khan King————————! kill me ————————————!" After roaring, he turned his head to look at the fierce slave warriors under the city, who were already like a tide and began to attack Haixi, Murong Bazhuo closed his eyes calmly...... , waiting for death to come.

So, after Wukong sighed softly, he raised his hand and held his magic spear, and directly pushed forward, piercing Murong Bazhuo's head from behind.

In front of the entire 700,000 fierce slave warriors, after killing Murong Bazhuo, the king of the Western Fierce Slave Khan, in an instant, Wukong silently put away his demon soldiers, turned around and bowed his head to Cheng Yaojin and ordered: "Bury him with the gift of a king, and the rest of the things ...... I'll leave it all to you. After saying it in a somewhat low tone, Wukong walked directly to the city with his hands behind his back.

In fact, the outcome has already been achieved for a long time, and the rest of the matter is nothing more than killing, killing, killing...... , just keep killing.

In this regard, Wukong was not interested in it at all, so he let Cheng Yaojin dominate the entire battlefield.

Looking at the 700,000 Western Fierce Slave Warriors under the city, Cheng Yaojin smiled coldly, and then slowly ordered his opponent: "Open the abyss and kill me except for the east...... , all the ferocious slave samurai, kill. After saying lightly, he pressed his hands against the city wall and looked down at the entire battlefield below.

For half a year, Cheng Yaojin actually laid a total of three giant traps, and Haixi City was just one of them.

So, as soon as Cheng Yaojin's words fell, the land within two hundred meters around Haixi City suddenly began to collapse rapidly, and in less than half a minute, a circular abyss with a width of about two hundred meters and a depth of about eight hundred meters suddenly appeared around Haixi City.

At least 100,000 Hun warriors shouted bitterly, and they fell directly into this deadly abyss with men and horses, clearing all the enemy troops around Haixi City in one fell swoop.

Then, with the Abyss Ring as the center, nine straight abysses 100 meters wide and two kilometers long suddenly appeared below the 600,000 Fierce Slaves, dividing all the Fierce Slave armies into nine phalanxes.

Not only that, with the appearance of the nine straight abysses, all the fierce slaves who had just stood above the abyss fell into these nine abysses in an instant.

Therefore, in the opening moment, it didn't even take five minutes, and the entire army of Western Fierce Slaves went south, and a full 150,000 people had been reduced.

This ring and nine deadly abyss is the result of Cheng Yaojin's efforts for half a year, and relying on the opening of the abyss alone, it is obvious that he cannot swallow all the fierce slave army.

Therefore, two kilometers outside Haixi City, the ground in the southeast, northwest, and northwest suddenly began to collapse downward at the same time, and then, the entire 100,000 dragoon warriors and 200,000 moon-shooting warriors who had been waiting for half a day in the underground Tibetan passage got up early in the morning, and they came to the ground from the four Tibetan passages respectively.

After the 300,000 Great Sui warriors were divided into nine small phalanxes, they rushed towards the nine abysses in front of them according to the original plan, with the dragoon warriors in front and the moon-shooting warriors behind.

There was such a big change on the battlefield suddenly, in fact, the military spirit of the fierce slave people had already been completely dispersed, so there was no need for anyone to order and command, and the 550,000 fierce slave warriors began to change direction extremely neatly and quickly, and retreated into nine phalanxes.

550,000 people retreated, but there was not a single fierce slave warrior, or a fierce slave war horse, so they fell into the abyss and died, which shows how outrageous the degree of tacit cooperation between the fierce slave warriors has become.

However, except for the more than 70,000 people in the east, all the remaining fierce slave warriors actually couldn't escape at all.

The reason is very simple, the 300,000 Sui army warriors who rushed up from behind have been divided into nine phalanxes, blocking all the retreats of the fierce slaves.

"Dragoon incarnate ——————! Tuyan Advance —————!" With the orders of the leading generals of each phalanx, the 100,000 dragoons began to transform into a thirty-meter-long giant demon lizard, spitting out raging flames and burning towards the fierce slaves in front of them.

And the 200,000 moon-shooting warriors who followed closely behind the dragoon army all stretched their bows to the sky in an extremely neat manner, shooting countless arrows at the fierce slaves.

This is not a fair duel between the two armies at all, and the fierce slave warriors who have been completely restricted by the Nine Abysses and tightly crowded into a group have lost all their strength to fight back.

300,000 Dasui elites are now simply in the ...... , mercilessly unfold the slaughter!

Just when all the fierce slave nobles in the east were completely desperate, they suddenly found that the more than 30,000 Dasui warriors who were blocking their way on the opposite side actually began to carefully avoid the abyss on both sides...... , clumsily and slowly retreating backwards.

In fact, it wasn't that bad, but compared with the fierce slaves, the retreat of the knights of the Sui Army seemed more clumsy and slow.

In short, the Sui army actually let go of a way out like this, and no longer paid attention to this fierce slave army.

"Father——! please quickly order the attack on the Sui army from the rear, we can still turn the ............ defeated!" Before Yang Kang finished his words with tears streaming down his face, Murong Honglie suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard, directly stunned Yang Kang on the spot

There it is.

Then, after turning his head with great hatred, and after glancing at Cheng Yaojin, who was standing above the city at this moment, Murong Honglie gritted his teeth and roared, "Retreat...... , retreat ——————! retreat ————————!"

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