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The enemy's two wings suddenly withdrew their troops. Chu Huan naturally knew the situation. The barbarian soldiers in the central army were more tenacious than Chu Huan thought before the battle. This made Chu Huan feel that even if he wanted to win this battle, he would have to pay No small price to pay.

He originally thought that the barbarians' two wings would not drag on any longer, and would definitely attack at the right time. For this reason, he was even prepared to go into battle himself to block the impact of the barbarian cavalry on the flanks.

But the result was beyond his expectation.

He had sent rangers on the two wings to monitor the movements of the highland barbarian cavalry on both sides. When the rangers reported that the barbarian cavalry on the two wings had withdrawn to the north, Chu Huan even thought it was Feng Polu's trick.

The dust and smoke billowed, and when he saw Feng Polu leading the troops rushing over on the high ground in the distance, he immediately understood the key point.

Before the most dangerous moment, Feng Polu would never take action easily. He led his troops to rush over, which proved that the barbarian cavalry had indeed withdrawn. The battle was urgent, and Chu Huan had no time to think about why the barbarians withdrew before the battle. However, he quickly issued an order. Amidst the sound of drums, the two wings of the Northwest Army, which were originally used to resist the impact of the barbarian cavalry, quickly expanded left and right, forming two crescent-shaped formations, and surrounded them forward.

The cavalry of the barbarian central army has been entangled by the northwest cavalry, and the two sides are fighting bloody battles. The formation cannot be deployed, and naturally it cannot form the most threatening impact on the infantry.

Before the war, in order to deal with the barbarian cavalry, the northwest infantry also made sufficient preparations. The infantry was mainly spearmen, and the sword soldiers were auxiliary. Among them, the hook soldiers were the most threatening to the cavalry.

Chu Huan can despise the opponent strategically, but never takes it lightly tactically.

Although Chu Huan also has a cavalry army under his command, comprehensively, Chu Huan knows that in terms of combat effectiveness, the northwest cavalry is no match for the barbarian cavalry, and although he led [-] troops into the pass, the number of cavalry is only comparable to that of the barbarian cavalry. The barbarians are comparable. After all, the northwest, as the rear area, is not as stable as Mount Tai, and many soldiers and horses are left to guard the rear area.

In order to defeat the barbarian cavalry, it is not enough to rely solely on the cavalry, but the infantry must cooperate with the cavalry tacitly. When they arrived at Yunshan, they had already ordered to build a hook and sickle spear, and they were ready in advance.

At this time, the two wings of the Northwest Army were no longer threatened, and immediately stretched forward. The spearmen and hook soldiers were in front, and the broadsword soldiers followed closely. Pei Ji has never slackened in practicing the formation of these soldiers. Very tacit understanding.

Yiman Wanhu Zhu Chitai was covered in blood all over his body at this time. He took the lead and fought bloody battles. He couldn't remember how many people he cut down, but the northwest cavalry was like an ant with a glance, killing them endlessly. , Immediately another person came to kill him, leaving him no time to even take the head.

Fighting for a long time, even a strong barbarian like Shuchitai felt a little exhausted at the moment. He raised his eyes and looked forward. The cavalry on both sides were criss-crossed. Like a fist, the troops were concentrated in the middle, and before they knew it, they had completely penetrated into the formation, and the formation had been cut in half by them inadvertently.

There are many corpses lying here and there on the ground, but Shuchi Terrace feels pain in his heart. After fighting for half a day, many of his subordinates have already died in battle. These people are selected from the elite of the tribe, and they are also the greatest wealth of the tribe. If one point is consumed, the strength of the tribe will be weaker. He knows that if the fighting continues like this, it will certainly cause a lot of losses to the enemy, but the loss of the headquarters will be even more tragic.

He only hoped that the cavalry on both wings would rush over quickly to relieve the pressure on the central army.

"Wanhu...!" Someone shouted not far away: "An Lei ran away...!"

Shuchitai was stunned for a moment, and a northwest cavalryman next to him took the opportunity to slash towards him. Shuchitai swung his knife to meet him. .

"Damn...!" Shu Chitai cursed, "He should have been chopped off long ago...!"

It's just that when the man shouted like this, many barbarian cavalrymen who were fighting changed their colors immediately. At this moment, they heard shouts of killing not far away, but it was Feng Polu who had led his troops to help out.

"Brothers, it's a matter of life and death, kill them all...!" Feng Polu took the lead and rushed forward, and the soldiers behind him also came bravely.

The barbarian cavalry, who were in a panic at first, saw Feng Polu's attack, and their morale was slightly boosted.

Feng Polu originally wanted to lead his troops into the central army, but at this moment the northwest flank was surrounded, Feng Polu did not hesitate, he raised his sword and rushed towards the surrounding infantry in the northwest, saying sharply: "Poyi!"

With a stern expression on his face, he led his troops forward, and suddenly heard a thunderous neighing, saw a flower in front of him, and saw a flame-like steed appearing in front of him.

Immediately, the man was dressed in wolf armor, majestic and majestic, suddenly appeared, like a god.

"Chu Huan...!"

Feng Polu had never seen Chu Huan before, but he blurted out at this moment, and subconsciously concluded that the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was exactly Chu Huan.

But when he saw Chu Huan picking up the bow in his hand, Feng Polu's heart shuddered, and his vigilance suddenly rose. At this moment, Chu Huan's sharp arrow had already been released, and it flew through the air.

Feng Polu is not an ordinary person, when Chu Huan picked up his bow, he was alert, he had turned sideways, and walked forward with his horse's back. This move was extremely dangerous, and his equestrian skill was also very good. Passing by the side, sharp arrows kept coming, although Feng Polu dodged, he shot dead a general behind him.

The long arrow pierced through the throat, blood red, sharp and undiminished.

Feng Polu already knew Chu Huan's name deeply into his bones, but this time he met him for the first time, Chu Huan gave him such a meeting gift. I felt a chill, feeling that I had just passed Hades by.

Chu Huan missed Feng Polu with an arrow, a smile appeared on his lips, and he was a little surprised in his heart, thinking that Feng Polu's skill is not weak.

When the two armies are fighting, you will die and you will die. As long as you can kill the other side, naturally there is no scruple. Feng Polu is the general of the enemy army. Chu Huan knows that as long as you kill Feng Polu on the battlefield, the general will die , the enemy army will inevitably collapse instantly.

He saw Feng Polu leading the army rushing out, without any hesitation, he went into battle himself, intending to kill each other in the formation of the two armies.

The Lei Huo Qilin under Chu Huan is a horse in the world. It is as fast as lightning. It misses an arrow, but the horse's momentum does not weaken. It goes straight to kill Feng Polu.

Feng Polu was shocked, but in an instant, the Lei Huo Qilin had rushed forward, but Chu Huan suddenly left the saddle, hooked his foot on the stirrup, hung upside down in the air, and moved forward like a cardboard box.

Without any further hesitation, Feng Polu reached out and grabbed the long lance in the hand of the person next to him. With a sharp shout, the long lance struck Chu Huan.

Feng Polu always thought that his equestrian skills were already very good, but at this moment, he saw Chu Huan's horse and horse were divided into two parts, being dragged by the thunder and fire unicorn, walking like flying in the sky, his head was only a few feet away from the ground, and his bow and arrow were still bent in his hand. Elegant, but for a while, I felt like I was riding on the back of a bull.

Another arrow was shot, and the arrow burst out from under the horse's belly.

Feng Polu often talked about selling, and was about to hit Chu Huan, but he heard a "dang" sound and his wrist trembled, but it was Chu Huan who shot the stick with an arrow. The arrow was so powerful that it was out of his grasp The distance between the spear and the tiger's mouth is only a few inches.

The long lance was heavy, and the sharp arrow was strong. Chu Huan actually swung away the long lance with one arrow. With the roar of the thunder fire unicorn, he jumped through it and passed Feng Polu, but Chu Huan had already thrown out the knife suddenly at this time.

He was in the air, hanging upside down from his horse, but he slashed out from the bottom up, blood splashed everywhere in the cold light.

Feng Polu wanted to stab at him, but when he saw Chu Huan slashing backwards, he was invincible, at the moment of life and death, his extraordinary potential was aroused at that moment, he grabbed the horse's mane with one hand, rolled up, and rolled onto the horse's back On the other side, he felt hot all over his body, which had been stimulated by the blood donation.

Feng Polu's war horse hissed sadly, but it had already been sliced ​​open by the thunderbolt, and the momentum remained undiminished.

Feng Polu rolled to the ground and turned forward, only to see the hooves of the horses flying beside him, as if he was about to be trampled to death by the horses, his heart was cold, he didn't want to be buried here.

"Master Hou...!" At a critical moment, a long spear was handed over. Feng Polu didn't care much, grabbed it, and then retracted the long spear, but it was a subordinate who came to the rescue in a critical moment, using all his strength. Withdrawing the long spear, Feng Polu took advantage of the situation and landed on the horse. The two rode together. Feng Polu said in a deep voice: "I'm not his opponent, let's go...!"

As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know whether there is one. In the past few rounds, Feng Polu has already known that Chu Huan's martial arts are far superior to his own, and he is far from an opponent. Once Chu Huan succeeds in killing the general, Feng Polu can certainly think of the next result, that is, he can't confront Chu Huan head-on no matter what.

The general was also terrified at this time, but he also knew Feng Polu's intentions, so he urged his horse to leave. Chu Lei and Huo Qilin were extremely fast. The sword light danced, and nearby soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, behind Chu Huan, the soldiers saw the king of Chu coming out in person, their blood was boiling, and they all rushed forward with roars, with an astonishing momentum.

"Feng Polu, don't run away...!" Chu Huan deliberately mustered his breath, and his voice was like thunder: "Feng Polu ran away...!"

Feng Polu wanted to avoid Chu Huan, but his horse slanted away. When Chu Huan yelled, the nearby soldiers saw that Feng Polu was really turning around and leaving, and saw countless northwest soldiers rushing towards him like wolves and tigers. People were terrified, and they lost their voices: "Master Hou is gone...!" Turn around and run, fear can already spread, if one person turns around and runs away, the others will not hesitate and turn their heads one after another.

Feng Polu's face was ashamed, and the general sighed: "Master Hou, the situation is over, we... we can only retreat to Yunshan City first...!"

Feng Polu clenched his fists tightly. The barbarian soldiers in the bloody battle had seen Feng Polu lead his troops out and were still supporting, but in a blink of an eye, they saw Feng Polu's soldiers turned around and walked away. There was nothing left. Countless barbarian cavalry turned their horses and fled north. The troops were crushed like a tide and trampled on each other. The horns of the Northwest Army sounded. Generally pouring to the north.