In the mutual impact with Bai Zhan, Moha felt his arms numb by the recoil force on the bronze sword. He looked at the bronze sword in his hand. Except for the hilt he was holding, the blade part was not known where it was knocked. He was shocked. Moha hurriedly urged the horse to stay away from Bai Zhan, adjust his strength, and then drove the horse back again. He found that Bai Zhan was standing on his side like a ghost, less than five steps away from him. He saw that Bai Zhan had no bronze sword in his hand, but it was replaced by a two-meter-long spear. The tip of the spear was still stained with a solidified brown blood clot. He watched the spear like a poisonous snake spitting out the fiery red tongue, entering from the left rib and rushing out from the right rib. The severe pain accompanied by the splashing blood, shouting heart-wrenchingly from Moha's mouth.

"ah"

Bai Zhan's tiger roared, and his arms suddenly expanded and exerted force. Moha's huge body was actually lifted from the horse's back by the spear in Bai Zhan's hand, and landed on the land five or six meters away, motionless!

Moha is dead

The warriors of the tiger tribe were stunned and could not believe their eyes for a moment

Hua Xi, who was following, let out a shocking roar: "Moha, dead--"

When this news was shouted out by both the enemy and us on the battlefield at the same time, the reaction was that the morale of the Chinese troops was greatly boosted. The Tiger troops were disintegrated and they had no desire to fight.

At this time, reinforcements from the stronghold also began to rush into the battlefield that was already in chaos

There are warriors of the Tiger Tribe and the Chinese Tribe intertwined each other, and it was difficult to get out for a moment. Even if some troops were mobilized, there was no time to organize effective resistance. It was like a balloon full of air. It was suddenly stabbed into two needles and "swish" and was deflated.

Moha's death directly led to the loss of unified command of the Youhu tribe. The leaders of the Youhu tribe fought on their own. The sound of the horns made the warriors at a loss. They didn't know who could listen to the command of the person, so they were defeated like a mountain. Moha's troops immediately collapsed like an avalanche, and they could not save them.

On the battlefield, the next battlefield was the five hundred cavalry and three hundred infantry who slaughtered Hua Xi one-sidedly. They were like wolves and tigers, and the weapons in their hands were like butchers' knives, mechanically repeating an action - raise them and chop them down.

The originally dense crowds of people on the battlefield became scattered in a blink of an eye

As the decisive battle between the two major tribes approaches, it is impossible for Hua Xi to take in prisoners, and it is even more impossible for him to release the prisoners. Therefore, only - kill!

The cruelty and blood of war made Huafeng and Huayong stunned even every Zhan, and the same was true for Hua Xi. But if he wanted to continue to survive, he could only do so. The next moment he issued this order himself, Hua Xi understood that sometimes, when people faced many things they did not want, they always make such choices against their will, and the most helpless choices were like robbery, murder, and fire prevention criminals. How could they go on this path at the beginning? The intrusion and struggle of the environment and the inner world were also in pain and the edge of the abyss of collapse. If their growth environment was good, who would be willing to do these things that harmed others and were not good for themselves? In order to survive, how many people had never done anything against their conscience?

The massacre did not last long, but everyone who was in the purgatory of the world felt that time had stopped. The bloody massacre scene surrounded his heart for a long time and could not be waving it away.

Soon, Hua Xi ordered people to call Bai Zhan to him and praised him in front of everyone.

Then, a neighing sound attracted Hua Xi and others' attention. He saw that the front hoof was raised high, and the horse's head was shaking back and forth. Four or five strong warriors could not tame him down and looked at its eyes. The skeleton and mane were held with a hard-to-dressed horse with red hair. It was rare to step on the snow with four hooves. I wonder if the red rabbit BMW was the same!

Hua Xi glanced sideways and found that Bai Zhan looked at this horse with a very hot look. He moved his heart and shouted: "Who can you guys have the ability to tame this divine horse?"

Hearing this, Bai Zhan immediately responded, "Look at me!" After that, Bai Zhan trotted to the fierce horse with red mane, which was covered in fiery red mane and turned over.

The horse was on the back, but the divine horse seemed to hate the murderer who killed his master on his back. He broke free from the ties and constraints of several warriors. He raised his four hooves like a fierce horse that broke free from reins and ran forward. In an instant, several warriors who could not dodge were knocked out by the divine horse a few steps away. Bai Zhan on the horse was also extremely uncomfortable. Originally, his horse was not very good. In addition, he had been hit by this horse before and had several new injuries. Bai Zhan could only hold the horse tightly and not let go. He let it jump and jump.

Moha's mount is like other tribesmen, but they have no saddles and stirrups, only people with weak reins. Even if they are more skillful in riding, it is difficult to tame such a divine horse on the horse's back by accident, but they have become the nemesis of this divine horse.

The arms, which were pouring into the huge force, were like a shrinking iron hoop, tightly pressing the neck of the horse, gradually. Bai Zhan didn't know how far away from the battlefield at this time, but he felt that the surrounding scenery quickly seemed to slow down. Bai Zhan, who had learned horse taming with Huayong before, thought to himself: Could it be that this divine horse is tired and tamed by me?

Yes, this knight cannot get rid of the knight on his back for a long time, and his breathing is getting more and more difficult, so he gradually surrendered to the brute force of the hundred battles.

Bai Zhan quietly adjusted his breathing with the slower horse speed, barely recovered his strength, but his hands were still as solid as a rock and leaning against the neck of Liema.

After running for about two or three miles, the BMW probably completely surrendered, stopped, carried Bai Zhan to eat tender grass by a stream, and drank horses by the stream.

"Haha, how about it? Are you giving in now? Haha——" Seeing that the horse under his crotch was actually tamed by himself, Bai Zhan couldn't help but sweep his fatigue, gently patted and stroked the mane on the neck of the gods, and laughed and said with a laugh.

Twitch - A rapid sound of horse hooves came. Hua Xi and others who were cleaning the battlefield looked up and saw that the sunset was setting, and a black shadow of a united man and horse was galloping towards him for a moment. The black shadow had already rushed to him. After everyone looked carefully, it was Bai Zhan and the divine horse.

BMW is paired with a hero. The tall Bai Zhan rides on the fierce horse without any burden and heavy. The divine horse is walking, and it seems to be on the back and bear waist. The tall Bai Zhan does not feel discomfort or difficult at all. It is indeed a perfect match!

Amid the unanimous cheers, Hua Xi gave the horse to Bai Zhan and thanked the patriarch for his gift. Bai Zhan, in the cheers, gave the horse a reputation that was trembling with the eight deserts and six communes - "Bloodhong" (Uh, I originally wanted to call Lai Fu or Wangcai, but later I thought it would be better to borrow the reputation of bloody) on the battlefield cleaning work. Hua Xi asked the clan members to dig up several large deep pits and buried them, and then collected and sorted out the seized horses, swords and other spoils, and set off immediately.

Hundred Battles, Huafeng, Huayong stood on a hill, looking at the desolate and bloody battlefield under the slope

The corpses were lying all over the grass in three miles, and there was an unpleasant smell of fishy smell in the air. Broken flags and weapons were discarded everywhere. Some were stuck in the dead warriors' bodies with some wild flowers swaying in the wind. Accompanied by the small trees swaying on the hills and the whistling mountain wind, it seemed that nature was also lamenting for these dead souls, regretting!

After a long time, when the devastated battlefield gradually returned to desolation, leaving only bloodstains everywhere, and broken sticks and spears, Huafeng shouted behind the two of them: "Brave, fight, go! There is nothing good to look at. One day, we will die like them!"

Bai Zhan withdrew his gaze and rode his horse to chase him. Then Hua Yong turned his head and chased him.

In the large tent of Jitong clan troops - Jitong looks over forty years old, but his actual age is already sixty-six years old. His face is as dense as a needle-punched steel beard, his sharp eyes are bright, and his body does not look old or weak compared to young people, and he still has a strong spirit.

Since the last time he led a tribal army to attack the Zongzhong Pass, Ji Tong has been vaguely in the clan tribe. Although when the leaders such as Muken and Feng Yin returned from failure, he had visited the tribal city and ridiculed his opponents, he was really low-key than before, and many concerns about the great leader Feng Gao and his uncle Feng Zhe and others, he began to develop barriers and precautions against his increasingly powerful Ji Tong clan.

Just say that when the tribe began to formally form cavalry in the confrontation with the Chinese not long ago, Moha, who was in the prairie area, with the convenience of being located in the grassland, he withstood the strong pressure from the great leader and other clan leaders and placed most of the horses in his own tribes. From this incident, the Getian clan began to secretly suppress his clan and develop into a stage to curb the attitude of the leaders of each clan on his face and attitude towards him. He also changed a lot and no longer bought his own account as before.

At this moment, he was sitting in the big tent, drinking horse milk alone, he didn't like to make a big fuss with his subordinates. He felt so upset, and it affected his emotions. To put it bluntly, there were some introverts, usually, a person with excellent abilities and behaviors were always a bit introverted and weird, just like my idol iverson, which would always make others confused and unpredictable.
Chapter completed!