The sticky bloodline Biaofei drew an arc in the air and fell on the grass slowly dripped. The screaming body fell down. The Jurchen soldiers who fell to the ground hugged the sword-holder's feet before their death. Then, a steel knife fell on his head and never got up again.

"Pooh!"

The Wu Chao soldier spat and turned around. A iron spear penetrated his body and flew up. The thrown eyes turned over the sky. The dry grassland ignited a fire and continued to burn. Two weapons and blood were fighting. Blood was splattering. The corpse kept falling down on the front line. A soldier had just chopped over an enemy and wanted to retreat. The comrade behind him pushed him forward.

The abandoned vision fell back, which was the last scene that the Wu Chao soldier saw... The vast grassland, this was a fierce battle of tens of thousands of people. The rockets lit the grassland. In the black smoke of the battlefield, there was a battlefield with staggered teeth. The huge flags that could not fall in the wind. On the grass hill, Suo Chao held his anxious temper and rode on the war horse, holding a gold dipped axe to look at the battlefield from afar. This was not his first time commanding, but this time it had a great relationship and could not allow him to go down and fight.

Next to it, the Holy Fire General Wei Dingguo was supervising and reminding the general not to go down easily. On the other side, the iron leaves gathered into armor and looked at the war horses, and their anxious vision passed along the earth. The formations of thousands of people on both sides had already fought and were no longer formed. It was the time to test the general's command ability.

Suo Chao clenched his fists and raised them high: "Can't wait any longer, Shan Tinggui's subordinates can't hold on anymore. Lao Wei takes your people down and attacks once to attract Lou Shi's attention."

"No." Wei Dingguo immediately clasped his fists and pointed to the other side of the battlefield: "The opponent's cavalry has not moved, obviously has other plans. When we came, we have studied their tactics, but have you forgotten?"

Under the banner, Suo Chao waved his hand violently and stroked his beard: "If the front is broken, it will be the same if the other party cannot get out of the cavalry. Old Wei! You must go down, this is the general order!!"

Wei Dingguo sighed and was about to turn around, the voice of the main general behind him eased: "As long as the force is evenly matched, it's fine to hold them up."

"Okay." Wei Dingguo nodded, then got off the grass hill and rode his horse towards his formation.

Not long after, a square formation of thousands of people mixed with step bows slowly began to move. The sound of the battle horn sounded, and the sound of waving the flag was loudly shouting: "The shield hand is in front, accelerate."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

The footsteps ran violently on the ground, and the front row of swords and soldiers roared and tied the big shields together and were airtight. Behind them were countless comrades holding long soldiers, and they continued to move backwards. The running archer stopped, and someone was commanding: "Play the strings"

"Release" the flag to be cut down.

The buzzing bowstring trembled, and the arrows flew across the sky like locusts.

...

On the other side of the battlefield, on the grass hill of the same height, a general wearing a chain of armor and fur, with yellow faces and long beards, and a expressionless face called the deputy general and issued a command in a low voice. A square formation below began to mobilize, contacting the Wu Dynasty army that collided there, and fighting into a group.

"The Wu Dynasty still has soldiers who can fight, and the generals are not bad." Wanyan Loushi stroked his fingers and narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, then waved his horse to leave, and his voice spread heroically: "But the experience is a little worse... The order that the iron-bone Meng Tu, who was waiting to be hiding, can take action. It's almost over here, and Marshal Zhanhan needs our support."

The messenger was speeding, pulling his bow and shooting upwards, and the arrow rushed into the sky.

...

The sound of fighting spread around the surroundings. At present, the shield hands forced a gap in the intercepted Jurchen formation. Wei Dingguo rushed in with his personal soldiers and tore open a bloody path. The vague and shattered flesh flew under the blade, and there were figures shouting and fighting in all directions.

Soon, he found a figure in the chaotic military formation torn to pieces, with half of his body covered in blood.

"Why did you get down!! Why did you get down!!"

The sound of fighting around came like a tide, crowded and fighting. When Shan Tinggui saw Wei Dingguo, his eyes were covered with blood. He split a Jurchen soldier who wanted to attack and twisted his hand to the other party's hysterical roar, "What should I do behind it? Who told you to come down? Go back, I can hold on, go back."

Wei Dingguo broke away, grabbed him with his backhand and retreated, dodged an iron spear. The soldiers around him rushed forward and killed the Jurchen soldiers who were attacking. He turned his head and looked at the hysterical person: "Who else can let me come down? Now go back with me immediately to prevent the Jurchen cavalry from attacking him."

"Fuck it!!" Shan Tinggui stomped his feet and cursed angrily, turned around and began to retreat behind. The soldiers who were sending orders began to whisper the flags, and the soldiers fighting around gradually began to move closer to this side.

It is not easy to retreat from the violent battles by several square formations. If you are not careful, it is easy for sensitive soldiers to think that they are defeated, which will turn into a real defeat. Wei Dingguo is calm and allows the messenger to command and pass on the flags without any rushingness and slowly move his flag so that the soldiers can see the movements here.

While fighting and retreating, Wei Dingguo felt an inconsistent retreat on the farthest square formation on the horse's back. He immediately asked the messenger to go over and see what was going on. The supervising team also became nervous at this time. After all, it was useless for them to rush forward, and they would even die under their own swords.

"What's going on?" Shan Tinggui came over with blood. Seeing that his old friend had not spoken, he looked at his gaze and frowned.

A moment later, in the crowd, the messenger was vaguely seen running on horseback.

"I have a bad feeling."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Dingguo glared at the other party.

However, the messenger came over: "General, there are cavalry on the flank..." Before he finished speaking, a slight tremble came from the ground. In the slanting skylight, a black line began to appear at the end of his eyes, and a slight tremor became clear. It was the sound of horse hooves trampling on the earth.

Boom rumble... Thousands of iron cavalry galloped over.

"Let's go!!" Shan Tinggui yelled.

"Can't leave"

Wei Dingguo also roared out and quickly issued several orders, asking his personal soldiers to lead more than 2,000 soldiers to form a tight defensive formation. The shield wall stood up, and long spears stretched out from the gap, forming a spear forest of spears.

"Don't panic"

Wei Dingguo turned around and shouted to Shan Tinggui: "You take the rest of the people away, I will hold them back for a while."

However, as they spoke, the cavalry running in front suddenly turned, drew a huge arc in the roar, sprinting towards the other side, still accelerating.

Wei and Dan turned their heads and looked over. A cavalry from their own formation also rushed out. They were very familiar with the leading generals.
Chapter completed!