More than 10,000 barbarians stopped about a little from Mayipo and looked at each other from the Ruijin Camp. The monk stared at the formation formed by the other party, which was quite famous, and it was similar to the Yue army he had seen before. He couldn't help but burst into laughter. He heard that the leader of the barbarian had changed his name and went to Yue Kingdom to study for ten years, and it seemed that he had really learned a lot.

More than a thousand barbarians crossed the formation and rushed towards Ma Yipo. When they reached the center line of both sides, they stopped, and the general led the general raised the big sword in his hand high and pointed straight at Ma Yipo.

The monk sneered, do you want to give me a warning? OK, it's just my wish. If you don't let you taste the power, you won't know that Prince Ma has three eyes.

"Old gun!" He shouted sternly: "I only gave five hundred people. Can I take them down?" He pointed at the middle of the battlefield, the barbarian army showing off his might.

Lao Qian was a bodyguard brought out by Yu Xiu'e from Luoyang. He was called a bodyguard. In fact, when he was in Luoyang, he had a more vivid statement, that is, a dog-legged person. When Yu Xiu'e was domineering in Luoyang, Lao Qian was the one who followed her butt to make accomplices for the tiger.

The old gun is good at using guns and flying spears. Each soldier of the Ruijin Camp carries five spears, which is his hand. Under Yu Xiu'e's instruction, he trains it out with one hand.

Although Lao Gun is Yu Xiu'e's tyrant, his martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of level seven. Of course, compared with Yu Xiu'e, he is much worse than Yu Xiu'e, but he is an absolute good player in Ruijin Camp.

Hearing the monk's words, he grinned and said, "Don't worry, son-in-law, I will tie them into sieve."

He picked up the iron spear in his hand, and turned around and came out. The ordinary soldiers carried five spears on their backs, carrying five heavier flying spears on their backs. The two guards on the left and right also carried five of them. That was for him, because the old gunman's flying spears were all made of iron, and ordinary soldiers threw them not far away. As he walked out of the military formation, behind him, a lieutenant, five hundred men came out with spears and guns on their backs.

As the soldiers of Ruijin Camp ran, the barbarian army on the opposite side also began to run forward. Eighty steps, the old gun sneered, held an iron spear on his back, waved his arms and threw it out, and a screamed, the iron spear broke through the armor, as if nothing was left, and a barbarian soldier fell down.

The steps were not stopped, the spear continued to fly, and ten steps, the old gun had already thrown out five iron spears on its back.

"The spear is here!" He reached out to the guards beside him, and an iron spear was immediately handed to his hand.

After sixty steps, all the soldiers of the Iron King Camp drew out their short spears and raised them high. After fifty steps, five hundred flying spears flew towards the barbarian army opposite with a sharp roar.

The two sides quickly approached, twenty steps, and the second short spear flew out.

At the front, Lao Gun held an iron spear in both hands, roared angrily, lifted the barbarian soldier in the front high and threw it out fiercely. Behind him, the soldiers who were the first to approach the barbarian army, poked out the spears in rows.

They ran all the way and threw spears all the way, but their formation was basically kept neat. Although it was slightly curved, it was injustice because the formation of the barbarian army had basically scattered, on the one hand, because their attack on the spears, and on the other hand, because they were running, the speed was different.

Murong Kaishan's mouth twitched a little. Before the two sides began to contact, nearly two hundred people had already suffered casualties. The first one to five hundred was originally 1,000 to five hundred, but now it has become eight hundred to five hundred.

He did not expect the opponent's flying spear to be so sharp. But even so, he was still confident of winning the battle, and he had no doubt about his soldiers' melee ability.

A small group of troops fought before the battle between large groups of people. It had nothing to do with the overall situation, but morale and face.

After ten years of sharpening the knife, how could they lose to these troops that have only been in power for several years?

Unfortunately, what he couldn't imagine was that this army could not be judged by reason, and the soldiers in front of him were not rookies, but were adapted from Luo Yishui's old subordinates.

Nearly 50,000 Luo Yishui's old subordinates were eliminated in several rounds, and in the end only 15,000 were left. That was 15,000 people carefully selected from the border army of Yue, forming three battle camps, Ruijin, Hongshui and Jumu.

The battle between the two sides only took only a short time to incense. The Ruijin Camp had already gained the upper hand. The barbarian army's front was penetrated. The old gun covered in blood shook the blood beads on the gun, and turned around and killed them again.

Murong Kaishan opened and closed his mouth, his eyes widened, his face turned red, his hands trembled for a moment, and suddenly raised the mace in his hand and shouted: "Go out in full!"

The barbarians shouted and pressed the whole line upwards.

The monk laughed: "Shameless!" He carried the iron knife on his shoulder and shouted: "Brothers, take these shameless guys back."

Thousands of soldiers of the Ruijin Camp roared in unison and rushed towards the battlefield. Behind him, Yu Xiu'e raised the drumstick with both hands and beat them hard.

The vanguard teams of the two armies collided heavily.

The monk held his sword and rushed to the front. In the past, in the death camp, the officers rushed to the front. Even though he now became a general who commanded 5,000 people, he still did not change his old habits on this battlefield where the two armies fought each other.

The iron knife swept across the board, and the several barbarian soldiers in front of him were all cut in half. In the blood mist, the monk rushed out, and the armor on his body turned red in an instant, dripping blood dripping down. The monk who was so aggressive pulled off his helmet, touched his hand on his head, and a shiny bald head suddenly turned red.

"Murong Kaishan, come and die!" he shouted to the sky.

Murong Kaishan's face was extremely gloomy, 10,000 to 5,000, but he found that he was still the one who fell at the disadvantage. Seeing the bald head who was killing all directions in the formation, he rushed towards the monk with his legs and waved his mace along the way, constantly hitting the soldiers of the Ruijin Camp, making his brain burst.

The heads of the two armies finally met face to face.

The war horse neighed long, and Murong Kaishan rushed to the monk. The monk was not afraid, and stepped on his thighs and actually met. At the moment when the people and horses were handed over, the war horse suddenly stopped and the man stood up. The monk waved his sword, but Murong Kaishan slashed down with force.

The knife cut the mace obliquely, and several sharp inverted teeth on the mace were cut off by the iron knife. Murong Kaishan shouted loudly and lifted the mace up with force. The iron knife finally got stuck between the inverted teeth. As Murong Kaishan shouted, the monk was picked up and flew high.

The mace shook again, and the monk was thrown up in the air. As Murong Kaishan shouted, the mace came from bottom to top and hit the monk, but the monk was on his head and feet, holding a knife in his hands and slashed him hard. For a round, the two had already exchanged positions with each other.

With a loud bang, the monk flew up high again. Murong Kaishan's hands were numb. Seeing the monk circling like a big bird, he actually rushed towards him again, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

The dead monk couldn't help but have great strength. His light skills were so amazing that he could change directions freely without any leverage in the air.

Naturally, he didn't know that the dead monk in his eyes was a flower-picking thief, and this light skill was the magic weapon he relied on for survival.

He defeated the war horses violently, let the war horses run, and used the horse's power to fight against the monk's attack in the air, otherwise he would suffer a loss. He was not afraid of the monk's strength, and even his own strength was longer than that of the monk, but the war horses under his crotch could not bear such crazy attacks again and again.

The mace and the big knife collided again. The collision between the two martial arts masters caused the soldiers around them to fall into a ball. The monk circled and flew away again. This time, it fell on the head. Every time he stepped on it, a barbarian soldier's helmet was sunken under his feet, his eyes protruded, and his neck broke and died.

Seeing this scene, Murong Kaishan was furious and swung his baton suddenly, knocked away a few soldiers from Ruijin Camp who rushed forward, and rode his horse toward the monk again.

It echoed on the battlefield again.

The two generals competed, but the form on the battlefield was tilting towards Ruijin Camp.

There were dozens of big drums beating behind both departments, but the difference was that the sound of the barbarian army was purely cheering, while the sound of the drums of the Ruijin Camp was commanding the battle.

Yu Xiu'e has been staying in the monk's military camp. Although she has no status, she is another general in charge of the Ruijin Camp. She has single-handedly supported the attack of the enemy's war horses, so that all the soldiers respect it as a god.

This is also the reason why the monk dared to charge boldly, and it is also the reason why he told Yu Xiu'e not to join the war in the rear. Because with Yu Xiu'e in the rear, his army would not be in chaos.

Sure enough, with the change of the rhythm of Yu Xiu'e's war drums, the formation of the soldiers of the Ruijin Camp continued to change, disperse and reorganize. Although the total number of people is far less than that of the enemy, they can always form a numerical advantage in a certain part and then stab the opponents to death one by one on the spot.

When Murong Kaishan finally came to watch the battle after dozens of strikes with the monk, he was shocked and angry. The army he was proud of was actually under the mercy.

The beauty of a large group of people is crowded with useless places, or they are cut and surrounded by the enemy and become fish on the board. At this moment, he finally woke up and heard the changing drum sounds of the other party. Seeing that the soldiers of the Ruijin Camp changed their battle formations as well, he finally understood that the big drums behind the other party were the key to this war.

He destroyed the horse, swung the baton, and once again shot the monk away, then ignored the monk. The spurs knocked on the horse's belly, broke through the formation, and ran towards Yu Xiu'e behind.

More than a hundred soldiers around Yu Xiu'e pulled out their short spears on their backs at the same time and threw them at Murong Kaishan like rain.

The mace danced like a windmill, blocking the flying short spears one by one, and the war horses quickly approached Yu Xiu'e.

In the distance, the monk was unable to rescue him and could only shout loudly: "E'er, be careful!"

Yu Xiu'e snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to pull up the big knife inserted beside her, and angrily scolded: "Get out of the way!"

The soldiers around them heard the sound and dodged to both sides with a loud bang. They had a deep understanding of the general's wife's temper. In the military camp, they were afraid of the general and the general was afraid of the wife, so they were also afraid of the wife.

Yu Xiu'e lifted her knife and touched her stomach first, "Little baby, look at your mother chopping people."

Then, she jumped up, and this jump was much higher than that of the monk. She raised her sword with both hands, and a big knife passed through the air with a shadow, slashing towards Murong Kaishan.

"Go to die!" she shouted.

Seeing the power of the knife, Murong Kaishan was startled and used all his strength to meet him with a blow.

Amid the violent sound, Murong Kaishan's mace head was broken into two pieces on the spot. The war horse under his crotch screamed and his four hooves were broken. Murong Kaishan collided and dismounted, his mouth was bleeding, and he jumped up with a look of horror on his face. He didn't dare to look at Yu Xiu'e again, dragging half of the mace, and turned around and left.

Yu Xiu'e, who fell to the ground after a backflip, did not chase after him, "If you don't go in heaven, if you don't have a way, if you bump into hell, you're really looking for death!"

He inserted the knife to the ground with one hand, his face was full of anger, and a smile floated on his face again, and he stroked his lower abdomen with one hand, "Baby, your mother is much better than your father."

All the soldiers around him looked admirable. Their general fought against this barbarian general and flew up like a bird by the barbarian. However, when they fought against the general's wife, they immediately broke the horse and the stick, and they could not help but accept it.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you beat the dogs in the water?" Yu Xiu'e glared at them, "What are you doing standing here? Can you still protect me?"

More than a hundred soldiers subconsciously agreed, rushed forward with a spear, and ran halfway through. It seemed that the general's order was to ask them to protect their wife? But does the general's wife really need their protection?

What if he doesn't matter, he has run halfway through anyway. The barbarians at the foot of the mountain fled in a panic with Murong Kaishan, and their morale has disappeared. At this time, they have begun to retreat. It is the time to beat the dogs in the water.
Chapter completed!