Forty thousand Northern Wei cavalry were all piled up on an unknown hill in the north of the Sunset Plain. It was not too long from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and was stuffed like Qin Shihuang's Terracotta Warriors and Horses. At this time, this iron cavalry no longer had the speed that the cavalry should have, and just moved slowly and heavily toward the top of the mountain step by step.

It’s not that they don’t want to run faster anymore, but that they don’t have the space to let them roam.

The top of the mountain became a huge meat mincing field, with nearly 100,000 cavalry on both sides rushing up desperately, and no one would give in.

The top of the mountain is so large that it cannot accommodate more people. The Beiwei cavalry who were ordered to intercept from the north and the Xianbei cavalry who were fleeing from the south were all moving slowly. Moving fast does not mean that they have gained much advantage, but it is more likely that the companions in front died, and they just made up for the empty space left after their death.

One fell down and the other made up, just repeating it simply and mechanically. This is true on both sides of the hills, and even the war horses they were straddling could not escape this fate.

The chaotic battlefield can no longer be simply described as bloody.

No order is needed. No matter who wants to survive, he must wave his weapon desperately. If he waves it slowly, he will be chopped off by the dense spear or scimitar in front of him, and then trampled into a pool of meat paste.

At this time, the way to recognize the enemy is not clothing, battle flags, weapons in their hands, or language, nothing is... Because everyone in the melee is like a ghost, covered in blood, and there are still residual limbs and foam, and they can't tell what they were originally like.

Direction is the only way to judge the enemy and me! The Xianbei people go from south to north, and the Beiwei cavalry go from north to south. The same direction is comrades, and the different directions are enemies. You only need to stab the weapons in your hands forward, and you must be sure!

The divine black horse under Putou turned bloody, and the iron spear in his hand was covered with flesh and blood. I don’t know how many Xianbei people fell under Putou’s spear, killing, killing... Putou’s head was like a madman, roaring constantly.

Now, even Putou is only the word "kill" in his consciousness. He can't care whether he is a Xianbei person, and he still wants to find out whether the Xianbei person will be ruined by him, a native Xianbei person. The spear kept stabbing out, killing everything in front of him, whether it is a person or a horse... to kill them, otherwise he would be the one who died!

The black horse was extremely divine, but at this moment it was hard to move forward. It was not that he didn't want to move forward, but that he could not move forward. The Xianbei iron cavalry rushed towards him like flying and putting out fire. No matter how fast the spear in his hand was stabbed, he would not be able to move forward. The dozens of personal guards following Putou were now only a stupid man holding a flag, and the rest were dead, without a complete body. Even the war horses they had stepped on had become mud on the ground.

Now the iron cavalry following Putou has changed a few groups of people. Anyway, some people will quickly fill the seats. They did not voluntarily, but pushed them up passively.

The iron cavalry on both sides of the hill were moving slowly. The speed of movement was not the speed of their advancement, but the speed of their death! Go forward, go forward, go forward, even if you die...

The old coach Murong Feng is worthy of being a war god-level figure, and his vision is beyond words. Maybe he is old and his combat power is not as good as the young and energetic Putou, but in the chaotic battlefield, his experience is several times higher than Putou. He found a shortcut in such a bloody battlefield, fought a bloody path, and led an elite cavalry to break into the middle of the Beiwei cavalry.

Kill out and escape and ascend to heaven! This elite iron cavalry was trained by Murong Feng himself, and it can also be said to be the most elite iron cavalry in the Great Xianbei. The number of this iron cavalry is not large, with only one thousand people, but they are all elite among the elite. When the Great Xianbei was alive, this iron cavalry exuded amazing combat power, fighting among the northern guards like a tiger descending the mountain.

Speed! Time!

The old coach Murong Feng knew very well that they had to break through the siege before the three cavalry of the Dawu Kingdom arrived. Otherwise, even if he had great skills, he would have to put all of this group here, and the hope for the future of the Daxianbei was gone!

"Kill! Kill out!" Murong Feng roared loudly.

His eyes were like blood on his body, and his long beards were shaking with the wind. The spear in his hand was revealed and he stabbed the Beiwei cavalry in front of him. At this moment, Murong Feng was no longer the famous old coach, but just an old man protecting his calf, who wanted to escort this group of calfs carrying the hope of the Great Xianbei.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

This iron cavalry team that has followed Murong Feng for many years, the last trump card in Murong Feng's hand is not large, but all of them are elites. They are roaring low and dumb beasts in their throats. They skillfully waved the scimitar in their hands and rushed bravely.

A group of majestic male wolves on the grassland, after being forced into a desperate situation, exuded the hidden beastly nature in their bodies.

For a moment, these thousand iron cavalry had the intention of killing to the sky and the beast's nature was boiling!

Murong Feng and Ke Zui have already sacrificed their old bones. The two waved the spears in their hands, one on the left and the other on the right, and rushed to become pioneers. The veteran Lao Yi's heroic spirit remains undiminished. Under the spears, a bloody road spreads under their feet.

"For so many years, the two of us old guys have joined hands to kill the enemy together!"

Almost at the same time, the two former partners looked at each other and felt sympathy. In addition to their feelings, there was another gloomy feeling. The Great Xianbei reached its current situation. It would be better to say that it was destroyed in the hands of Huangfu Jian, but it would be destroyed in the hands of the Xianbei people themselves.

Think about how powerful the Daxianbei people who dominated the grasslands were when the Xianbei king Tan Shihuai established the Great Xianbei Kingdom!

200,000 Xianbei cavalry roared and no one could defeat the prairie. How could it be so comfortable? Xianbei cavalry defeated the remnants of the Xiongnu, defeated the indigenous tribes of all sizes on the prairie, defeated the Han army at the setting sun, and finally became the absolute overlord on the prairie. That was not a feat that made people excited.

How might it be, Xianbei people! How might it be, Sandalwood and Stone Locust!

After Tan Shihuai's death, although the Xianbei royal court was present, it was already in name only. The three Xianbei tribes were even more erratic to their successors, the Xianbei King and Lian. The three tribes fought for power and profits, and the disputes continued. The powerful Xianbei fell into civil strife, and from prosperity to decline, and to this day, it was only a matter of more than ten years.

How can two old men who witnessed the former prosperity of the Great Xianbei people not be hurt! How can they not be sad!

Hate is born, killing is strong! Kill, kill, kill...

A thousand elite Xianbei cavalry led by Murong Feng and Ke Ji, and the group of mad wolves were fighting wildly among the Beiwei cavalry!

Blood splatters in the sky! Limbs fly across the sky! Severe shouts, the collision of swords and spears... brings together a melody of troubled times!
Chapter completed!