After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

Blake's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he felt that Rong An would definitely die this time!
Brand, my brother has avenged you!
He had already begun to imagine Rong An's head in a different place.

The knife slashed and blood spattered, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

But in my ears, my good brother Mike exclaimed: "Miller!"

Taking a closer look, it was Rong An who died under his sword. He was clearly his right-hand subordinate Miller!

Due to excessive force, Miller was almost cut in half. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He looked over with a pair of dull eyes, and his lips moved, as if he was asking "why".

"I..." Blake looked down at his knife, "I... I cut Rong An..."

Rong An flipped his wrist, and Miller's body fell off Fang Tian's painted halberd and fell heavily in front of Black Horse.

It turned out that when Blake was swinging the knife, Rong An hit Miller's chest with his halberd and handed him in front of him. Blake slashed hard with the knife. Didn't he hit Miller?
"Blake!" Mike cried, "Why? Why did you kill Miller?"

"I'm not! I didn't!" Blake's spirit almost collapsed, "Mike, listen to my explanation!"

"Explain it to the underworld!" Rong An danced the Fangtian painted halberd. Blake's eyes only felt blurred, and there was severe pain in his throat. When he lowered his head, he could only see the blood-stained tip of the halberd.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Mike immediately jumped on his horse and fled. However, Rong An quickly withdrew Fang Tian's painted halberd, thrust his wrist forward, and stabbed Mike through the chest.

Only then did Blake's body stagger and fall from the horse.

Rong An withdrew Fang Tian's painted halberd, and then Mike let out a scream and fell down from the horse.

Zhong Shilang almost forgot to breathe. He never expected that the enemy who was so tough in front of others would be so vulnerable in front of Rong An.

However, at this time, the other side was already angered by the death of four fierce generals, and more than a dozen horses galloped out, forming an encirclement on Rong An.

Zhong Shilang took a breath and suddenly became nervous. He knew that it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, so he hurriedly asked Rong Mu: "Does the commander need support?"

"Why don't you need it?" Rong Mu rolled his eyes, "No matter how brave the commander is, he is still a mortal!"

However, before Rong An gave the order, the people here did not dare to act rashly.

Seeing that the enemy was about to encircle him, Rong An raised Fang Tian's painted halberd high in place of a military order.

A dozen generals behind him rushed out shouting amid the deafening drum beats.

At this moment, Zhong Shilang forgot that he was a weak man of letters. He clamped his feet on the horse's belly and was about to rush up, but Rong Mu quickly grabbed the reins with quick hands and eyes, and shouted coldly: "What are you going to do? "

"Ah?" Mr. Zhong woke up as if from a dream, with a look of shame on his face, "It's the lower official who is confused!"

Rong Mu threw his reins to a stable boy and said, "Take care of your servant!"

Seeing the ordinary soldiers on the opposite side coming in like a tide, Rong Mu also rushed up with the others.

Zhong Shilang's blood boiled and he clenched his hands, wishing he could rush forward and do his part.

It sounds simple, but this battle lasted for almost two hours before it came to an end.

Except for a few remnant soldiers and those who died in the battle, almost all of Wan's troops were captured.

While the others were cleaning up the battlefield, Rong An returned to Zhong Shilang.

Before the expedition, Rong An wore a bright helmet, and although the shirt on his body was old, it was clean. Now the armor was stained with blood, and the red shirt had almost turned black, but his eyes were particularly bright.