As the water situation grew higher and higher, the situation of the Xiqin and Yanyun coalition forces became worse and worse.

The water of a drowning person does not need to be very deep. In such a melee scene, even if it only reaches the depth of the calf, it is enough to drown many people.

I don’t know who once said that in a disaster, the first cause of death is not the disaster itself, but the chaos.

In many disasters and accidents, the disaster itself does not cause much casualties, but the trampling, squeezing, falling and falling in panic often causes terrifying loss of life.

Is there any place in this world that is more chaotic than the battlefield?

At this time, even the well-trained Western Qin Army and Yan Yun Army could no longer maintain a complete formation in Fulong Valley.

I don’t know how many people were washed by the flood, and I don’t know how many people struggled in the water with their arms and legs, but in the end, few people could make it. Instead, there were more and more people who fell down.

Xia Ao looked at the concentration below, his eyes full of excitement.

The water roared, and this scene that seemed like hell on earth was the dawn of victory for him.

"Hold! Hold!"

He screamed loudly.

The coalition below had no choice but to hold on to Shi Nai for another half of the time... No, in just a quarter of an hour, victory would be theirs.

Just as Xia Ao was trying his best to urge his troops, he suddenly heard a loud roar: "Son of God, be careful!"

A cold feeling came from behind, and Xia Ao almost instinctively bent over.

With a whoosh...a strand of hair fell with the sound, and the cold air almost swept across his neck.

Xia Ao was very experienced. He didn't look back at the moment, but he didn't even look at it, and his body rushed forward.

Almost the moment he pounced on it, another sword passed by, passing through the place where he had just stopped.

But in this moment, the barbarians around were already screaming and attacking, and Xia Ao had the time to turn around.

"Xiao Jinglan..." He gritted his teeth.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity, he would have become the dead soul under Xiao Jinglan's sword at this time.

Xiao Jinglan's face turned cold and solemn. Even if Xia Ao escaped from his sword, he would not have any displeasure or regret.

Water and fire are ruthless.

Even if a general is excellent, he will never be able to reorganize his formation in a short time when he encounters such a situation.

No matter how big the military order is, how can it be greater than the surging water flow?

Even if the people below have the will, they are unable to do it.

At this time, it is no longer meaningful to dispatch a large army. It is better to take the enemy generals directly.

When fighting, morale is always important.

The best way to attack the opponent's morale is tantamount to killing the opponent's general.

Once the general dies, especially if he is killed in front of the formation, the soldiers will instantly turn into a mess of sand.

At that time, whether you want to attack mountains or do other things, it will be much easier.

Now, only this highland is the only way to survive in the valley, so it is only possible to kill Xia Ao, attack the highland, and then open up a glimmer of hope for the old place.

Xia Ao is Xia Pingning's grandson and also the wild young god lord. How could a barbarian watch his young god lord be killed?

They yelled and rushed forward.

At this time, if it were Tianlan's tradition, the coach must go up and fight, which is respect for the other coach.

But it is completely unfair to put it here by the barbarians.

Even if Xiao Jinglan arrived here in person, for Xia Ao, saving his life is still the first priority.

He had never fought with Xiao Jinglan, but he could see that Xiao Jinglan was very strong and he might not be his opponent.

Since that's the case, why should he use his own shortcomings to touch Xiao Jinglan's strengths?

He only needs to wait for another quarter of an hour. When the army below was completely defeated by the water flow, what could Xiao Jinglan do?

Does he have three heads or six arms? He is the only one who will die sooner or later when facing so many barbarians! So what if he is powerful?

Isn’t the Sunset Valley seven or eight years ago still killed by the barbarians?

Today is just a repetition a few years ago.

The difference is that it was fire a few years ago, but today it was replaced by water.

Xia Ao did not stop at all, and quickly retreated, allowing the guards and other soldiers around him to protect him firmly.

It was not until he retreated very far that Xia Ao laughed loudly and said, "General Xiao, the fire was not good eight years ago, so what about the water today?"

Whether it is fire or water, your Xiao family army is destined to be trampled by our wild army."

The rampant voice spread all over the place and could definitely reach Xiao Jinglan's ears.

However, Xiao Jinglan seemed to have never heard of it. He just rolled up a long sword and killed several barbarians around him.

The moment he pulled his sword, he suddenly looked up.

Xia Ao was stunned.

Even though there were nearly a hundred barbarians separated from Xiao Jinglan, he still felt a chill that was seeping out of his bones.

It seems that Xiao Jinglan will never give up if he doesn't kill him.

He noticed the horror in his heart, and was angry and waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Kill! Kill Xiao Jinglan for me!"

The barbarians roared wildly and pounced on them again.

On the other side, Murong Yi finally found a safe place from the flood.

There are only one or two dozen people who can stand firmly following him.

Jiang Tong wiped the water from his face and advised: "Master, let's go down first!"

Although there is water below and the place is still solid, there are pits everywhere above, and it is hard to say when it will fall.

Murong Yi stared at the barbarians who were still falling above the sky, with an extremely calm face.

"The water has exploded, and the people above will not throw gunpowder down at will."

If you throw it away again, even the barbarians above will have no place to settle down.

Jiang Tong and others looked at him, not understanding why he suddenly said these words.

Murong Yi's face darkened, and he turned around and ordered: "Transfer my military orders, intercept the people above, and snatch their gunpowder."

What?

Jiang Tong almost screamed.

In this case, there is no difference between the barbarians having more gunpowder, it is nothing more than the difference between blowing more holes and blowing less holes.

What's the point of seizing their gunpowder now?

But Murong Yi's expression was serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all. He just shouted coldly: "Go!"

Jiang Tong and others gritted their teeth and responded with a stern voice: "Yes!"

After saying that, he looked at the landing points of the barbarians and rushed out.

More than a dozen people rushed out, but when two more were planning to go for the barbarians, Murong Yi was dragged down.

"Feng Wuyou has a small bow with silk thread that can carry the weight of a person. Do you have one?"

The people who Murong Yi brought up the slope were all good-looking, most of them were from Western Qin, but not all of them were.

How many people are Yan Yun's people, and they came out of Qianjiwei.

According to Feng Wuyou's idea, Qian Jiwei was not mature in training and was far from able to fight independently.

However, they have received a lot of training, and they are following the army to guard Xiao Jing'an Lan, so it is not a bad idea to let some people out for exercise.

The two of them just hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Their thousand-mechanical guards are the best equipped among all, so they have naturally equipped this kind of thing long ago.

Murong Yi pointed to the hillside opposite and asked, "Is the length enough to shoot there?"

The distance between the two sides of Fulong Valley is actually quite wide. If not, it would not be possible to accommodate tens of thousands of troops fighting here.

One of Qianjiwei looked at it, thought about it in his mind, shook his head and said, "It's not enough.

But... can be there!"

He pointed at a big tree in the middle of the valley.

Fulong Valley is lush with vegetation. Although a lot of them were cut off after the army was stationed, some of them were particularly thick, and even they were kept without cutting them down.

In the northeast of the valley, there is a huge tree.

At this winter moon, the tree has no flowers and leaves, but it is more clear.

"How many silk crossbows do you have?"

Murong Yi asked again.
To be continued...