Xuan Shaoning took off a sand halberd and snatched his war horse. He put Tang Yu arrows on the back and put the corner flag he wore and shot it parallel to the battle group. The feather arrows roared and wrapped the corner flag and swept over the heads of both sides of the war, and finally fell into the trap.

Xie Yi and Xing Gang were the first to see the corner flag. They happened to be not far from Xuan Shaoning's location. They immediately responded to the order of their captain and called on their soldiers. As centurions, they each had hundreds of soldiers under their command, and except for the damaged ones, there were still more than a hundred people.

"Kill the enemy, snatch their war horses, we will break through!"

"yes!"

Xing Gang and Xie Yi immediately implemented Xuan Shaoning's military order. The three of them worked together to deal with a Sand Garrison cavalry. One attacked head-on, one held down the war horses, and the other responded from behind and side. With the advantage of the number of people and the tacit cooperation between each other, even though they suffered some casualties, they still successfully snatched more than 20 war horses.

After Duan Lang got on the horse, he immediately shouted in the direction of Xuan Shaoning: "I'll help you break through!"

Following the shout, Yuchi Zong glanced at him. The consequence of this slight movement alone was that the scene reflected from his pupils was that Zhan Ting's knife tip had already brushed through his nose, and the blade failed to touch the skin, but the force was enough to cut off his hair.

Yuchi Zong's reaction was first-class and outstanding. The moment Zhan Ting used his knife to put it away, he had retreated and moved behind him, and launched a back attack of the tiger going down the mountain. The iron chain hammered the blade and shook Zhan Ting's mouth and made his mouth numb. His palm loosened, and the dagger flew several feet away.

Zhan Ting thrust a carp, jumped up on the spot, stepped on the iron chain with his feet, wrapped the other foot around the iron chain, tightened his waist, and turned violently, pulling Yuchi Zong to his side. Facing Zhan Ting's fist, all Yuchi Zong could do was to give up the weapons and protect his body and escape.

Yuchi Zong still looked cold, spread his arms and made a posture of spreading his wings. Zhan Ting's muscles subconsciously twitched, and he was ready to face the challenge, but found that Yuchi Zong's movement was an order to the sand halberd. None of the sand halberd tribes in white armor participated in the battle between their subordinates and the enemy, but opened their bloody mouths like silver wolfs in the snow and pointed them at the Liang Dynasty soldiers.

The Shaji tribes transformed from humans to wolves again. Their sharp minions and fangs made the already cold snow day even colder. This was the first time that many Liang Dynasty soldiers saw such an animal-like enemy, and they couldn't help feeling weak.

But the Snow Silver Wolves are the best at observing prey. When the enemy showed a little timidity, their fangs bit the prey's neck. The battle situation, which had hope of breaking through, instantly turned around. Many Liang soldiers who were already or were on the horse were dragged off by the sand halberd soldiers before they could fight back.

Zhan Ting noticed the changes in the surrounding war situation, but he had this very difficult opponent in front of him. Even if Yuchi Zong was bare-handed, it was enough to make people scare. His huge fist, which was larger than ordinary people, was covered with iron armor. When he clenched his fist, the sound of the iron armor piece rubbing showed the power contained in it. Zhan Ting must be guarded.

A howl of a wolf once again indicates the attack of Yuchi Zong. Every footprint he took was particularly clear, and every fist he swung was particularly powerful. His huge body was extremely agile, and he bounced left and right. His fist fell into Zhan Ting's defensive zone like raindrops, forcing Zhan Ting to retreat repeatedly, and could only defend without any chance of counterattack. He gritted his teeth and persisted, and the pain from his fist hitting his elbows, shoulders and other parts became more and more obvious. At the same time, he also found that the blood stains in the snow became denser.

Fight! Zhan Ting roared in his heart and greeted the opponent's fist with both hands. The violent impact force brought the sound of bone breaking when it touched the palm. But Zhan Ting did not feel any pain this time. After briefly stopping the opponent's attack, he kept kicking the wound under Yuchi Zong's crotch accurately and fiercely. He didn't know if he heard it wrong, but he felt that Yuchi Zong, who had been terrifyingly cold, actually made a painful hissing sound. As Yuchi Zong retreated, blood began to overflow along the armor.

The fight was hit! Zhan Ting was very excited, but at this time he felt the pain from his hands, and his wrists could hardly move. He must not miss the opportunity! Even though his hands were temporarily lost, Zhan Ting still seized the opportunity to start, knocked over Yuchi Zong with his body, and at the moment he fell to the ground, his legs wrapped around his neck, and immediately used all his strength to clamp it hard, because the force was too strong, his face was completely distorted.

How could Yuchi Zong be easily controlled? The more he reached the brink of life and death, the more people's potential was stimulated. He stuck Zhan Ting's legs with both hands and untied them with all his strength. Zhan Ting could feel two trolleys firmly clamping their legs, grinding the armor and embedded flesh and blood, while spreading his legs to both sides, as if he was tortured. The unbearable pain made him shout. Also roaring was Yuchi Zong, straightening his body, his legs had fallen half a foot deep in the snow because of the force, and the iron armor wrapped around his palm also had cracks due to force.

The two of them were entangled in this way, and the roars resounded throughout the battlefield. To the soldiers on both sides, one was the helpless and persistent cry of human beings, and the other was the roar of the snow silver wolf after being injured.

The soldiers on both sides wanted to come forward to help, but they were blocked. Duan Lang tried several times and repeatedly and was blocked by the sand halberd. Although Xuan Shaoning was still on the horse for a while, he felt a slight pain in his heart as he watched the two of them entangled in the snow. How could it make such a roar? He wanted to go forward to help, but in addition to dealing with the enemy, he understood his mission better. Finally, he looked at Zhan Ting again. He finally turned his head and wanted to rush out. However, the two sand halberds cut off the four hooves of the war horse, one in front and one behind, and Xuan Shaoning fell to the ground.

Zhan Ting's face was covered with snot and tears. He could no longer hold on. He could feel the power of his legs passing by, and the hope of strangling success was getting smaller and smaller; Yuchi Zong's face gradually eased from purple-red, and thus, the force in his hands increased even more.

Finally, Zhan Ting's legs were torn off a whole piece of armor and flesh, and it was immediately bloody and blurred. Yuchi Zong escaped successfully. He turned around and was about to punch. Zhan Ting stood up and hit his head, and then hit him. The impact directly cracked Yuchi Zong's helmet and flew out. He immediately had a blank look in front of him, and then he fell to the ground after shaking.

This offensive strategy of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred by himself also made Zhan Ting pay the price. He was no better than Yuchi Sect at all. His helmet was broken and his face was bleeding, making him unable to open his eyes. He just felt that his head was no longer his own. His whole body seemed to be wandering around the sky, completely leaving this body, and the world in front of him became clear, without any people or things.

But there was always a voice calling for me, and the voice became louder and louder. Zhan Ting took a lot of effort to hear it clearly. It was a voice from the bottom of his heart. "Wake up! This is war!"

Zhan Ting didn't know how he returned from his state of sacred traveling to his body. He opened his eyes wide and saw the same struggling Yuchi Zong. Zhan Ting wanted to stand up, but after trying many times, he was still dizzy and fell to the spot. So he had to climb towards Yuchi Zong, and every step was accompanied by the earth's movements.

Is this cold feeling? Oh, yes, it's the touch of armor. Zhan Ting's hand touched Yuchi Zong's armor. He touched upwards little by little along his legs. At about the position of his chest, a truncated clamp suddenly clamped his wrist. Before he could feel the pain, the hand held was already hanging down after a click. Then he felt his neck bitten, and his sharp fangs pierced his neck, bringing the cold outside to his originally hot blood. He could feel the blood flowing through his neck. He knew that this was the wolf's last weapon exposed.

As the blood became colder, Zhan Ting's pupils began to dissipate. He raised his two disabled arms and wrapped them around Yuchi Zong's neck. With the last heart-wrenching roar, his arms were twisted together mechanically.

Crack! The sound of the bone breaking was particularly clear. Zhan Ting could hear it clearly, because it was not from him, but from Yuchi Sect. He grinned. Although Yuchi Sect's fangs were deeply embedded in his neck and did not pull it out at all, although his and Yuchi Sect's chests were stained with blood, and although his eyes could no longer see anything, he still smiled. It was a victory smile, a smile that was relieved after using his strength.
Chapter completed!