"Shoot them."

Wang Gui, Zhang Sheng's front row soldiers, suddenly the divine arm archers appeared from behind the shield soldiers, then raised the divine arm bow and pulled the trigger towards the Meng Yuan cavalry.

There is only one chance.

After pulling the trigger, they left the front row through the gap.

“Whoosh whoosh!!!!”

"Pfft. Pfft."

Powerful crossbow arrows were fired at the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry like thunder. Even though they were wearing armor, many Mongolian and Yuan warriors were shot dead, or were injured and could not control their horses and fell off their horses.

For a moment, the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry in the front fell on their backs.

"kill!!!!!!!!!!"

Wan Yanxian opened his eyes wide and looked at the arrows in front of him as if nothing existed. He raised the black iron sword and roared to kill with all his strength.

In the blink of an eye, he was hit by two arrows in the chest. It hurt, but he thought it was just a mosquito bite.

After decades of fighting on the battlefield, minor injuries like this are a common occurrence.

"Kill!!!!" Hou Wancheng, like Wanyan Xian, took the lead and took the arrows in front.

The two great tiger ministers are as courageous as the mouth of a bowl.

"Whoosh!!!!" After the crossbows, it was the archers' turn to fight. The arrows shot by the Mongolian light cavalry fell like raindrops.

Wang Gui, Zhang Shengjun's soldiers, although they were wearing armor and had shield soldiers in the front row, they still suffered huge injuries. Many soldiers fell into a pool of blood without saying a word and died with their eyes open.

The Han archers in the back row immediately stood up and counterattacked, causing continuous damage to the heavy armored cavalry in the front of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.

Putting bows and arrows in the back and making cold shots. It can cause damage, but it cannot determine the outcome.

Only hand-to-hand combat can determine victory or defeat.

Meng Yuan wasted no time, the bet was won, and Liaodong was in hand.

The Han army was confident of victory.

The two armies collided.

"Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!" The Mongolian and Yuan armored cavalry in the front row had an astonishing light in their eyes. The cavalry spear in their hands was pointed slightly downward, aiming at the Han army's armored shield.

soldiers.

However, the spear is only an auxiliary, the real weapons are the horses and themselves.

Both men and horses rushed forward.

"Stop them and kill them. Just like we have done for more than ten years. The Han army is fearless." The Han army, a veteran in the front row of heavy armored shield soldiers, sank at the waist and held up the shield in front of him.

shouted.

"Boom!!!" a sound.

Like thunder, like a landslide. Countless Mongolian and Yuan heavy-armored cavalry crashed into the Han army's shields. Countless Han army's heavy-armored shield soldiers fell down without a word, and were crushed to death, vomiting blood.

"kill!!!!!!!"

The heavy-armored spearmen in the second and third rows of the Han army were also affected. The heavy-armored spearmen who withstood the collision took the opportunity to rush out from behind. With red eyes, they stabbed out the infantry commander in their hands.

spears, and clashed with the heavy armored cavalry of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

When the situation is like a landslide, it is not human power that can save it.

An army of more than 100,000 people was defeated like a mountain. Nine large households had no choice but to die.

When the fist is put away and punched out again.

The strength is different.

At this moment, the Meng Yuan soldiers were almost invincible.

Wu Canglong and the other six Wanhu men led the infantry and tried their best to block the soldiers of Zhao Yanting, Zhao Mancheng, Wei Ru and others who were outflanking them from both sides.

The Mongolian and Yuan cavalry advanced forward.

Put yourself to death and survive. All the Meng Yuan soldiers knew very well that if they don't win, they will die. Their combat effectiveness was stretched to the strongest.

They were on par with the Han army.

The Mongolian and Yuan heavy armored cavalry in the front row, and the Han army's heavy armored spearmen and heavy armored axemen, consumed each other, and the battle damage was visible to the naked eye.

It is not a number, but a living face and a human life.

Like an epiphyllum, it blooms and then goes out.

Everyone is trapped in it, unable to escape or escape.

Under the banner with the character "Han", Wu Nian held a horse in his hand and looked at Wan Yanxian who was getting closer and closer. Although Hou Wancheng's blood was boiling, his expression did not change much and he looked very calm.

He turned his head and glanced at Wei Polu. The child was extremely excited and extremely hungry, as if he was a child who had not yet been weaned.

Wu Nian turned his head, looked forward, and recognized Wan Yanxian. This black iron sword was so familiar.

I have been at odds with him for more than ten years.

"Leave Wan Yanxian to me," Wu Nian said to Wei Polu.

"Okay." Wei Polu turned his head, stared at Hou Wancheng under the banner of "Hou", and grasped the eight-foot-long horse in his hand.

"Come on." Wu Nian roared, his brows filled with excitement, and he wanted to express his domineering power.

"kill!!!!!!!!!!"

Wan Yanxian and Hou Wancheng took the lead. Their armors were stained with blood, their tiger eyes were wide open, they roared violently, slashed left and right, and killed many Han soldiers. Finally, they broke through many obstacles and arrived in front of Wu Nian and Wei Polu.

Wan Yanxian looked at Wu Nian in front of him. He was extremely jealous when meeting an enemy.

"Wu Nian, let's put an end to the more than ten years of confrontation here." Wan Yanxian recalled the scenes of the past ten years and shouted with blood rushing to his head.

"Just what everyone wants." Wu Changchang laughed, and the horse in his hand made a preemptive strike, directly striking Wan Yanxian's chest and abdomen.

Wan Yanxian is as passionate as fire, unscrupulously venting his life and burning himself.

Today is the final battle.

Death is not scary.

The terrible thing is that life is unsatisfactory.

I burned myself, fought to death on the battlefield, and today I will kill the King of Han.

Even if he is an old man and wants to die, he is still a man.

Not to be underestimated.

What's more, a peerless tiger minister like Wan Yanxian?

Wan Yanxian vigorously swung the black iron sword in his hand and intercepted Wu Nian's horse. Then, with a smooth sweep, he slashed Wu Nian's neck with the black iron sword.

Fighting for life, I am invincible.

Without me, I am invincible.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!! So happy." Wu Nian laughed when he saw this, smiling unscrupulously, and then fought with his life for his life.

kill!!!!!!!!!

The martial arts skills of the two have almost reached the limit of human beings. At this moment, Wan Yan is clearly qualified to compete with the Overlord.

The two of them seemed like dancers dancing on the tip of a knife, or like men walking on a tightrope a hundred meters above the ground. Every move they made could lead to death on the spot.

It was full of dangers for a while, but it was also wonderful.

What a tough fight.

On the other side, Wei Polu faced Hou Wancheng. Both of them were very capable, and they knew all the tricks the other party could use.

Wei Polu is young and vigorous, while Hou Wancheng is old and hot.

For a moment, Hou Wancheng pressed Wei Polu and beat him.

At the same time, the other seven Meng Yuan Wanhu also erupted, just like Monkey King turning upside down in the belly of Princess Iron Fan.

There are seven thousand households, each with its head.

They marched in seven directions to fight with their troops. Not only were they protecting the cavalry, but they also seemed to be trying to break through the Han army's prison.

Defeat the Han army.

Kill, kill and create a bright future.
Chapter completed!