Of course, Li Siye would never give him any more time to think. The moment he finished speaking, Li Siye had already taken a step forward and struck the air with his sword.

"drink!"

Dieda Zihua clenched her teeth and held the gun with both hands without hesitation, raising it upward at the same time.

As long as he could block the falling Mo Dao, he would turn around in an instant, and then swing out a side gun to hit Li Siye's back directly, and he might be able to kill him with one shot.

These precise and ruthless shooting movements have almost been deeply engraved in the bones of these warriors. They are all tempered by their experience in life and death fights.

It's a killer move!

"drink!"

"when!"

"Crack!"

Unfortunately, Dieda Zihua thought too much, and the relatively fine spear in his hand broke into two pieces without even being able to block Li Siye's sword.

The blade didn't stop at all after cutting the spear, and went straight to Dieda Zihua's head.

Die Da Zihua's eyes changed, and the sound of breaking wind caused by the blade was close to his ears. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and retreat one after another, trying to avoid the blade.

"Pfft!"

Although his movements were extremely fast, the sharp Mo Dao still cut off a piece of flesh and blood on his thigh, and blood kept flowing out.

"Hiss, hiss~"

"rub!"

Cold sweat quickly oozed from Dieda Zihua's forehead, and the severe pain made his whole body tremble. But even so, he took out the scimitar from his waist and slashed at Li Siye without thinking.

Li Siye, who originally wanted to continue chasing, also changed his expression and was forced to take a step back by the blade.

“Great response!”

Li Siye sneered: "As expected of the deputy commander-in-chief of the Eight Banners, it's a pity that this is all he can do!"

"bring it on!"

Dieda Zihua's eyes were blood red and she shouted: "Let me see what Mo Daojun is capable of!"

The blood flowing out of her thighs soon stained her entire trouser legs red, and it was now very difficult for Dieda Zihua to stand still.

"drink!"

"Suffer death!"

Li Siye stopped talking nonsense with him. After a brief pause, the narrow blade swept out from bottom to top. What seemed like a simple movement was actually extremely laborious and powerful!

"ah!"

Dieda Zihua seemed to realize that this sword was very powerful, and he roared and swung the sword forward.

The thick Mo Dao collided with a thin scimitar:

"when!"

A huge shock force instantly spread along Dieda Zihua's arm throughout his body, and he felt as if his arm was about to be broken.

"Crack!"

Under Dieda Zihua's stunned eyes, the swallow knife in her hand first cracked with a visible crack, and then the whole knife broke.

"Die!"

"drink!"

The moment the Yan Dao broke, murderous intent suddenly emerged from Li Siye's eyes. He exerted more force on his arm, and the sharp Mo Dao fell down, instantly cutting off Dieda Zihua's entire right arm.

"Pfft!"

"ah!"

A shrill wail resounded across the battlefield, and Dieda Zihua fell to the ground with a pale face, rolling left and right, clutching her bloody body and screaming continuously.

Who would have thought that the majestic deputy commander of the Eight Banners of Dayan could end up in such a miserable situation.

"Ah~ah~"

"Hoo~"

Li Siye leaned on Mo Dao and took several breaths to calm down. He did not look at Die Da Zihua lying on the ground, but glanced at the battlefield.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Ahhhh~"

"drink!"

"kill!"

"Pfft pfft!"

In less than an hour of fierce fighting, the situation on the battlefield had completely turned to the Liang army, and Mo Dao kept cutting off the heads of the Yan army.

There are only two thousand cavalry. The cavalry formation cannot be said to be generous, and it has no successors.

In addition, the Yan army's horses were already exhausted. No matter how strong their morale was, they could not break through the Modao army's formation.

Perhaps from the moment the balance of victory tipped to the Liang army, the Yan army knew that there was no hope of survival, so they all risked their lives and attacked the military formation one after another.

At this time, what they were thinking about was no longer to fight their way out of Jianmen Pass, but to inflict as much damage on Modao's army as possible.

Kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn money.

Sheng Nankui, who was watching the battle on the top of the city, saw this scene and murmured softly:

"It has always been said that the main force of the Eight Banners formed by the Yan Army were fierce prairie soldiers and elite cavalry, but I never took it seriously.

When I saw it today, it was indeed far from comparable to those Yan troops before~"

Both sides are enemies, life and death enemies, but Sheng Nankui knows that the Yan army on the opposite side deserves their attention.

Li Siye's eyes that were looking around finally withdrew and fell on Die Da Zihua again.

At this time, Die Da Zihua's wailing had become much quieter, her face was getting paler, her eyes were filled with despair and confusion, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

His mind fell into a semi-conscious state, unclear.

"Run~"

Li Siye dragged Mo Dao towards Dida Zihua step by step, the blade making a sharp sound as it dragged on the ground.

When the soles of Li Siye's feet stopped in front of Dieda Zihua, the Yan army general seemed to have a premonition of something.

Although his vision was blurred by blood and sweat, Die Da Zihua could vaguely see the cold-light blade rising slowly.

At this moment, Dieda Zihua's strength came out of nowhere, and he gritted his teeth and roared:

"One day our grassland army enters the pass and will kill all the men in your cold land!

The old, weak, women and children will be slaves forever!"

"Die!"

"Pfft!"

The long knife slipped and the huge human head rolled aside.

…

Time passed little by little, and the shouts of killing in the battlefield gradually subsided, and in the end there was no sound of fighting anymore.

No accident, more than 2,000 Yan army cavalry were wiped out, and no one left the battlefield alive.

The Mo Dao Army's casualties were extremely low, and the soldiers in the back row didn't even use up much energy. Now the entire army is cleaning the battlefield.

Li Siye stood motionless in the center of the battlefield, with Dieda Zihua's headless body lying at his feet.

Beside him were two sturdy figures, Sheng Nankui and Lin Hu.

Lin Hu, deputy commander of Modao Army.

"Tsk tsk~"

Sheng Nankui kept looking at the battlefield around him and praised:

"Brother Li's Mo Dao Army is well-deserved. It can take down two thousand cavalry with ease. Today I was lucky enough to see what it means to be a Mo Dao soldier. Both men and horses are torn to pieces."

Various broken limbs and limbs were scattered on the battlefield, including those of soldiers and horses.

The Mo Dao's blade cuts through a horse's hoof as easily as picking something out of a bag.

There was deep envy in Sheng Nankui's eyes, and he had to admit that this Mo Dao was more coveted than the cold knives in their waists.

"Why, General Sheng always comes to our Modao Army?" Lin Hu joked from the side:

"That requires the prince's approval."

"Hahaha!" Sheng Nankui laughed out loud.

Li Siye murmured: "Although we won easily, the hard battle is still ahead."

"Yeah~"

The laughter subsided and the three people's expressions became serious. Because they could see that Yan Jun was indeed different from before.

Li Siye took one last look at the battlefield and shouted coldly:

"The head of Die Da Zihua will be sent to the whole territory to stabilize the people's hearts, and then sent to Chifeng City.

He is the first Eight Banners deputy commander to die in our hands, but he will never be the last!"
Chapter completed!