The anger of being attacked by firecrackers and crossbows turned Mo Di's formation into a bloody mouth, and the cavalry rushed towards the four thousand Canglong army wielding scimitars.

The infantry was extremely vulnerable to the cavalry, and the Canglong Army could not use the terrain, nor did they have other arms to cooperate with. Their only reliance was the swords of their brothers.

The five-shaped formation was laid out in a hurry, the front row chopped off the horse's legs, the middle one picked the cavalry with a long knife, and the rear row defended.

Four thousand infantrymen are like a mantis holding a chariot in front of tens of thousands of cavalry.

The five-shaped formation was dispersed by the iron hoof in an instant, and the formation of twelve people could not be maintained. The well-trained Canglong army did not have chaos, turned the excess into the few, and independently formed a team of two or three according to the length of the weapons.

The eyes of the four thousand Canglong Army were burning with anger. The Modi people stole out of Dinghou Mountain and set foot on the land of Da Jing.

Now that they can't go back, they have to pay enough money on the edge of the knife. These military exploits will be their medals on the road of heroes.

There were too many Mo Di soldiers, and the cavalry stepped into the infantry formation. If the infantry could not cut off the horse's legs immediately, they would face the double threat of horseshoes and scimitars.

Xiao Shun used a long knife in the five-shaped formation, which was a sharp weapon for chopping off horse legs. Brothers who used long knives like him squatted in the first row consciously.

When the cavalry rushed over, Xiao Shun squatted down and slashed the knife, the horse's leg crashed into the blade in the rush, and the thick blood of the horse splashed all over his face.

He was rolling out, avoiding the fallen horse, and the cavalier rolled over and raised his knife, the blade pointed at the back of his neck.

The rain washed the blood on Xiao Shun's face, he couldn't spare his hands to wipe his face, so he turned around and held the scimitar with his saber.

The Modi people were tall and mighty, and Xiao Shun's strength was no match for the opponent, so he was forced to retreat, and the cavalry on both sides smirked and swung their knives past, hoping to see this thin and thin Dajing man be beheaded.

Just as Xiao Shun was staggering under the pressure, Mao's comrade behind him showed his saber and stabbed the cavalryman's chest with a knife.

The cavalryman's blood splashed on Xiao Shun's face, and the cold rain mixed with the blood dripped into his uniform. The tung oil coat was torn, and most of the uniform was wet.Xiao Shun indifferently pushed away the corpse of Mo Dibing who was holding him down, and slashed the knife again.

Modi Bing's ridicule froze, and was replaced by a fierce stare.

Xiao Shun and his comrades looked at each other, they cooperated hastily, they didn't know each other's name, even they were unfamiliar with each other's appearance.

The Snow-Treading Army and the Han Army Army were a mixed army, and they were unfamiliar with each other. They had only been in the same robe for a short time, and most of them did not know each other.

The soldiers of the two armies will inevitably be divided in private, and they always have to compete in training. In this battle, they finally merged into one.They guarded each other in cooperation, and recognized the common name from the bottom of their hearts-the Canglong Army.

The cavalry sent a reminder that the Canglong Army had long swords, and the cavalry of the Modi soldiers spread out, and the infantry of the Canglong Army were exposed to the cavalry's vision.

Every infantryman holding a long knife showed no timidity. The rain washed away the horse blood on the long knife, and Xiao Shun aimed at the second galloping horse.

He and his comrade succeeded again, when the horse neighed and fell to the ground, his comrade cut Mo Di Bing's chest.

However, this time they didn't have the chance to go back to the coordination position, and more cavalry who came in had already leaned over and showed their scimitars at them.

It was too late for Xiao Shun to take back his long knife, and it was too late to pull out the saber on his back. His comrade's saber blocked the fatal blow for him, and just as he was about to smile at him, that face flew away.

There is only a big red knife edge left.

Xiao Shun was once again splashed with blood all over his face. At this moment, he fell into silence. He wanted to raise his hand to pick the head of his comrade, but the scimitars were already cutting towards him.

He rolled on his back, tripped a cavalryman with his long knife, and when the machete came to decapitate him, he pulled out the dagger from his military boot and sent it into the cavalryman's heart.

This life has earned enough money.

The next moment, the light of the knife obliterated Xiao Shun's sight. When he tilted his head, the clouds in the sky parted slightly, and a golden light jumped out of one place.

It's about to clear up.

Xiao Shun was lying in the bloody water, his soul had been withdrawn, but his hand persistently hooked back the head of the comrade, at the end of exhaustion, he gently pushed the head beside the corpse of the comrade with his fingers.

Don't worry, when the brothers come to identify the corpse, they won't mistake the corpse, and he can also recognize this comrade on the Road of Heroes.

Han Linmo organized several rounds of infantry to fight, and when Mo Di's cavalry completely annihilated the 4,000 Canglong Army, the final hand-to-hand combat had arrived.

Han Linmo charged straight on his horse, he was the symbol of the Canglong Army, and he became the target of everyone in Mo Di.

Han Linmo was the only one riding a war horse. He charged into the Mo Di team alone. His sword skills were extremely fast, and the strength of the blade was exquisite. He could easily take the enemy's head..

Han Linmo used to be the soldier with the best sword skills in Da Jing. The newly forged "Leng Feng" saw blood today. Wherever the light of the sword went, no single soldier could parry it.

Han Linmo's goal is Mo Di's coach - Di Xiao.

This battle has been fought till now, and Di Xiao has become very irritable. He originally planned to capture Canglong's main force, but was forced by Han Linmo's layout to chase after the remnants.

Even if the 4,000 Canglong army were slaughtered, it would not be enough to cover the cost of mobilizing a 100,000 army to set him up as a trap.

Di Xiao stared at Han Linmo's handsome flag, he must win this lottery.

He watched Han Linmo charge forward with a gloomy expression.

The deputy general said: "This general is called Han Linmo. I heard that he is the highest general in the Western Territory. He is one of the first and second ranks in the Dajing Army. It is said that he is very good at swordsmanship and has never been defeated. Are you going to order the masters of the army to besiege him?"

Di Xiao shook his head, determined to win, and said: "It's a pity that it's not Song Beiming who came here, but this is enough. This man has some courage, and he took the lead from the beginning to the end. He can be regarded as a hero. It's a pity that this kind of person died under the sword, my kingWaiting for him to come and give the king his head."

Han Linmo's right hand began to tremble. Even though "Leng Feng" had lost 30% of its weight, it was still too heavy under continuous exertion.

"Leng Feng" couldn't let go, but luckily he tied the handle of "Leng Feng" to his hand with a piece of cloth early in the morning.

Han Linmo's saber was unstoppable by ordinary soldiers. He rode like a cloud, getting closer and closer to Di Xiao. When he saw Di Xiao's contemptuous smile, he returned it with a cold sneer.

an hour ago.

The gate of Xisanwei's camp was wide open.

The shield array was placed at the forefront, the cavalry came out in array, and the infantry followed closely behind.

Under the cover of the front row, the gun cart quietly pushed to the front of the formation.

Wei Tai led the army, and Yan Yu's words "It's time to show our loyalty" echoed in his ears.

The reason why the Western Three Guards were able to preserve their strength when the Jiang family controlled the western territory was because Wei Taifeng insisted on being able to defend but not attack.With the military pay at that time, Wei Tai couldn't even afford the money for a dead or wounded soldier.It's useless to talk to him about any conditions, he just wants to save money and guard the pass of Dinghou Mountain outside the camp gate.

If he used the previous style, he would not open the door to send troops today.

But the West has changed.

The military righteousness of the Canglong Army is "don't lose an inch of ground, don't abandon your brothers", he can't watch the reinforcements dozens of miles away in danger.

The Modi soldiers surrounding the West Sanwei never expected that Wei Tai would take the initiative to attack. Based on their years of understanding of the West Sanwei, it was impossible for Wei Tai to send troops. This was the first time they were caught off guard.

And when they saw Wei Tai's cavalry separate, revealing the black muzzle behind them, the Modi soldiers were caught off guard for the second time.

The shells fired by the Divine Machine Cannon were like a roaring dragon, and the Modi soldiers were dizzy from the explosion, so they could only retreat out of the range of the Divine Machine Cannon.

Mo Di stayed here to lead the army only as a lieutenant general. He thought that this battle was just a waste of time, but suddenly faced a sudden change. He lost his position in a hurry.It's not worth it for him to fight here. If he hurts the soldiers and horses and can't explain it, he immediately withdraws without even thinking about it.

Wei Tai turned around and made a clasping ceremony to Yan Yu who was upstairs in the barracks. Yan Yu waved to him lightly and opened her lips to say something.

Wei Tai understood the words on his lips, what Yan Yu said was: "Return to the rescue force and return triumphantly."

Song Beiming ran east for a few miles and stopped in front of the mountain road ahead.

Further forward is a section of mountainous area, the cavalry cannot run away, and after passing that section of mountainous area, it is not far from the West Second Battalion, the Mo Di soldiers have not appeared at this time and here, which means that there is no ambush in the west.

Then the danger must be to the east.

Song Beiming reined in his horse and turned around.

Song Beiming's 5,000 cavalry smashed through the rain curtain and quickly retreated.

He acted decisively. On the way, he ordered people to go to Xierwei to transfer troops to supplement the main battalion. When passing by the main camp, he took away 20,000 soldiers from the main camp.

It has been more than half a day since the troops were dispatched in Linmo of Han Dynasty, the clouds gradually dispersed, and the sunset came through the clouds.

The storm receded, leaving only a quiet drizzle between heaven and earth.

Hai Dongqing and the carrier pigeon resumed communication, and Song Beiming received news from the pigeon department, knowing the battle situation by the Fairy Lake.

Song Beiming held the military report in the palm of his hand, the four thousand Canglong army was in danger, and Han Linmo didn't know if he was alive or dead, so he frowned and asked someone to send a message to the governor's office.

Song Beiming didn't dare to think how sad his Wei Yu would be if he couldn't bring Han Linmo back.

The muddy road was difficult to run, and the speed of the rapid march was limited. Song Beiming rode his horse in front, and it was very difficult for even the best cavalry to keep up with him.

Still not fast enough, time is running out.

Human life is in the blink of an eye.

Han Linmo's armor was covered in blood, both from the enemy and from himself.

His right hand trembled violently, and the horse was also injured. He rolled down from the horse, and when he got up, he glanced at the fallen soldiers behind him.

Four thousand Canglong army, there are not many left, and he can't take any of them back.

Several saber lights were drawn towards him, Han Linmo raised his arms to block, he was almost exhausted, and every move became exhausted.

The most terrible thing is that his right hand is numb, and Mo Dibing also saw that he is at the end of his strength, and everyone wants his head.

Han Linmo's expression was always indifferent, seemingly without limit.

Modi soldiers were forced by him not to dare to move forward, they said: "This is a desperate wolf."

Han Linmo spat out the blood in his mouth, turned over and fell to the ground, and slapped the horse's buttocks fiercely. The scarred horse neighed in pain, and Han Linmo replied: "There are no desperate soldiers in Da Jing."

When the words fell, his "Leng Feng" switched to his left hand, and unexpectedly pierced a young player who wanted to fight for success.

The besieging Modi soldiers had already paid a heavy price for testing his physical strength. The closer they were to the final hunt, the more cautious they were. No one wanted to be a stepping stone for others when they were one step away from success.

Mo Di's soldiers didn't dare to go forward for a moment, at this moment, the crowd in front parted and walked out of Mo Di's general.

Han Linmo took a breath and raced against time to adjust his state.

Seeing Di Xiao aroused a strong desire in him, and killing him would buy time for the defense of the western border.

Di Xiao pulled out the scimitar, he didn't talk nonsense, he knew that the victory or defeat of a first-class master was only a matter of thought, the scimitar whipped up a strong wind, collided with the "cold front", brought out a string of sparks, and the two master's knives retreated at the same timeWithdrew, Di Xiao weighed the scimitar, showing a clear smile.

He tested Han Linmo's strength with one strike.

A wolf with a wounded hand is no longer a fear to him.

Di Xiao's wolf head knife was stained with blood, and the military doctor tied his injured arm with a cloth strip.

None of the 4,000 Canglong troops surrendered, and the infantry without shields, under the iron hooves of the cavalry, even killed 3,000 people from Mo Di.

This trip took a lot of trouble, and with such a result, Di Xiao himself was injured. He was extremely dissatisfied, and was so annoyed that he wanted to kill someone.

Scouts from two directions rushed to report: "There are tens of thousands of Canglong troops in both the east and the west."

The 20,000 soldiers of Xisanwei were coming around the lake, and Song Beiming was several miles away.Di Xiao was surprised by Xisanwei's rescue and Song Beiming's return. Mo Di's soldiers were scattered everywhere, facing Song Beiming and Wei Tai head-on, and Di Xiao had no chance of winning.

He was so forced that he didn't even have time to count the battlefield, so he could only withdraw his troops reluctantly.

Ripples appeared on the surface of Fairy Lake, and the Canglong Army was rushing back to help.

Di Xiao shook off the blood drop on the blade angrily, staring at the bloody wooden box.

This is the only spoil of his trip.

But even Di Xiao couldn't take this thing away, otherwise the Canglong army would definitely chase after the commander's head.

With hatred in his eyes, he flicked his horsewhip angrily, Mo Dibing took advantage of the last drizzle amidst the sound of the gong, and slipped into the darkened sky.

"Landing the moon and breaking the clouds" galloped on the way from the Governor's Mansion to the Yue Xi Barracks.It doesn't stop stepping, crushing the muddy water, rushing in the wind and rain.

Yan Xi was dressed in plain clothes and ordinary clothes. After reading the military report, he didn't even bother to wear the coir raincoat, so he got on his horse and rushed straight out.

Although the torrential rain fell, the drizzle quickly drenched him completely. His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the rain brushed his eyebrows and eyes. His expression was indifferent and calm.

He looked expressionless, but he was riding so fast that the wind that drove him was fierce.

Zi Yuan and Wei Chifeng followed closely behind Yanxi, they brought light tung oil coats, but they dared not persuade Yan Xi to put them on.

Yan Xi was like a young bird that couldn't find its way back to its nest, galloping alone in the muddy sky, Zi Yuan and Wei Chifeng couldn't comfort Yanxi, they could only gallop along with the young bird.

Fifty miles away, "Lan Yue Po Yun" only took half an hour to arrive.

When Yan Xi arrived at the Yue Xi barracks, Han Qi knelt down to him at the gate of the barracks when the reinforcements from the Second Western Guard had just entered the main camp.

Yan Xi didn't get off his horse, he seemed to be on his way, turned his head and asked shortly, "Master hasn't come back yet?"

Han Qi looked pained and shook his head silently.

The sky darkened, the rain stopped before the curtain fell, and the last ray of sunset broke through the clouds and shone bleakly on Yan Xi's side face.

Yanxi's eyebrows are as beautiful as the only bright color in the sky, his complexion is soaked pale by the cold rain, his thin body is covered with thin plain clothes, but he doesn't look fragile, he is like a proud god who doesn't need anyoneConsolation, the tight lip line reveals cruelty.

He didn't ask any more questions, and then galloped his horse into the dark night.

Behind him, the last light of the sky faded.

The sound of the hooves of the moon and the clouds was like cracking jade, Yan Xi stared at the night and galloped, he carried "Liushuang" on his back, it was the Han family knife that Han Linmo forged for him, he didn't think about anything, he counted the horse's hooves, Staring at the cold night.

Until there are patches of fire in front of you.

Yan Xicai stopped slowly, and he looked expressionlessly at the Canglong army swimming towards him like a fire dragon.

It wasn't until he heard the familiar hooves of "Northern Wind Shocking Snow" that he frowned slightly as if he suddenly realized that he was still alive.

As Song Beiming approached, his fingers holding the rein moved slightly.

He watched Song Beiming approach, and when the horse's hooves stopped, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "How about the four thousand Canglong Army?"

Song Beiming had never been so depressed in his life, and said helplessly, "All died in battle."

Yan Xi's face lost all color in an instant, the four thousand soldiers under his name turned into heroic souls, and the death of a strange name suddenly brought him a severe blow.

He wasn't as indifferent to unrelated names as he thought.

He seemed to spend a lot of time digesting this number, and he seemed to forget to breathe in the silence.

When he finally took a breath, he didn't dare to ask such an ominous word directly, but asked tactfully and lightly: "Master is also inside?"

Song Beiming nodded.

Yan Xi's eyes dimmed, he froze completely, rolled off the horse, his limbs trembled so much that he couldn't walk steadily, and ran bumpily in the cold night after the rain.

Song Beiming followed behind him, he stretched out his hand several times in vain, but he didn't touch Yan Xi in the end, he knew that Yan Xi didn't need anyone's support at this time.

Yan Xi stumbled to a stop next to the stretcher at the front of the line, and the four soldiers put down the stretcher sadly.

Yan Xi knelt into the muddy water, lifted the white cloth with cold hands and feet, and saw Han Linmo's wiped face.

He tremblingly caressed the knife marks on Han Linmo's face, crying bitterly: "Master..."

Who says it's just a book?There will be dead people in this book, and dead people can't be resurrected either!

Yan Xi is the lord of the Canglong Army, and his 4,000 Canglong Army were buried in the cold rain, and he lost his master by the Fairy Lake.

Song Beiming couldn't hug Yan Xi in front of all the soldiers, so he could only squat beside him.

Yan Xi lowered his head, looked at Han Linmo, tears fell into the muddy water like broken beads, he quietly asked himself: "Is it because I am too cold-blooded and ruthless, God wants to punish me like this?"

Is this book trying to see if I have a heart, so that I will use the death of my dear ones to cut my flesh?

Yan Xi originally thought that he could be ruthless, and that he was not afraid of pain. He even simulated countless times the scene where even Song Beiming would be abandoned by him one day.

How painful is it to carry thousands of lives on your back?Does losing a loved one hurt?

When Yan Xi left Tang Yaoxue, she hadn't yet established a relationship with Tang Yaoxue. The one who hurt was the original owner, not him.When Wen Lan died tragically, he suppressed his grief. At that time, he didn't have deep feelings for this world, and he could still paralyze himself with hatred.

He hasn't really felt pain in the book, and he warned himself that these characters are just a few lines, so don't pay too much attention to them.

It hurts now.

Yan Xi caressed the knife edge on Han Linmo's neck, and suddenly shouted like a madman: "I want to slaughter them all! Kill Di Xiao!"

All of a sudden, Song Beiming smelled the explosion.

The heartstrings were pulled tight at this moment, and Song Beiming suddenly went to hold Yan Xi's hand hanging by his side.

Seeing that cold hand clenched tightly, Yan Xi turned his head gloomyly, his eyes were dimmed, as if he couldn't find him, and said desperately: "Mengze, will you die one day?Everybody leaves, doesn't it?"

Song Beiming was about to say no.

The next moment, Yan Xi raised his head in pain, choked out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes tightly, and slipped into Song Beiming's arms.