"Be careful of the arrow formation."

Chu Huaiyan suddenly pulled the reins and rushed out with the cavalry formation sideways. Everyone raised their shields one after another. To the north, thousands of archers shot out dense arrows in the dark, but the strength of the heavy cavalry was here. After enduring a round of arrows, only a few people were slightly injured, and none of them were killed.

"call out."

The invisible sharp blade was shuttled through the crowd. The magic sound sword quickly attacked more than ten people under the control of Lin Muyu. It followed the master's back and followed him like a shadow. However, no one of the volunteer soldiers could see how this sharp blade killed people. The soul refining of the sky beast kept roaring, which was breathtaking.

The Dragon Spirit Sword flew out with the luster of the golden gourd, and with a "puff" sound, it penetrated multiple shields and quickly strangled and exploded. The fighting energy turned into a shock wave and shocked seven or eight people, and quickly tore up the defensive formation composed of this group of volunteer soldiers. Further ahead, there were still overlapping line barriers waiting for the flying cavalry camp.

Long Qianlin was prepared for a long time. Rather than saying that Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiyan were attacking at night, it was better to say that he was throwing himself into the trap. It seemed that Long Qianlin also guessed that the Imperial Army would eventually launch a battle to the death, so he arranged more than a dozen shield and bow and arrow formations in the camp. The even more terrifying spear formation behind this was the tactic that the heavy cavalry feared the most.

"Be careful."

Chu Huaiyan rode his horse and rushed to the front, and suddenly the sword light flashed and knocked the tip of several spears. He rode his horse and hit it into the spear formation, swinging the sword and killing. Behind him, the flying cavalry camp with a strict lineup rushed forward. While dispersing the spear formation, many soldiers of the flying cavalry camp were also stabbed through by the spear, and screamed endlessly.

Lin Muyu held a long sword and rushed side by side with Chu Huaiyan. The Dragon Spirit Sword cut iron like mud, and with just one sword, a spear was cut off, and the palm of his palm was raised, and the first mysterious power was activated, and the world was in chaos.

Countless star signs of the people were surging and raging among the crowd. In a blink of an eye, nearly twenty brave soldiers were reduced to corpses, covered in blood. Under the impact of the mysterious power of the seven stars, their blood almost surging and their bodies exploded and died.

At this time, Lin Muyu had only one word in his heart, killing, and all benevolence and righteousness disappeared at this moment. Benevolence to the enemy is cruel to himself. He still understands this principle, not to mention that these volunteer soldiers are not good people. Most of them are the private army of Qin Yi, the King of Zhennan, rather than the imperial army fighting for the country.

In comparison, the imperial army of the Flying Cavalry Camp is still free to fight to protect the imperial capital from being massacred, but it is much greater.

...

"A Yu."

Chu Huaiyan turned around and looked at Lin Muyu and said, "Save some, don't use martial souls and fighting spirit anymore. This is a war. I don't know how long this battle will last. You must maintain absolute physical strength and mysterious power."

Lin Muyu nodded: "I understand, Brother Chu."

As Chu Huaiyan said, the Flying Cavalry Camp rushed in the camp for half an hour and still did not rush out. God knows when he can kill the siege. Moreover, war is an art, and this battle is more like a consumption. Whoever can last until the end is the winner. Chu Huaiyan is very smart and understands the principle of killing the most people with the least strength.

Lin Muyu slowly restrained his true energy and martial soul, and killed the enemy with his strong body alone. The Dragon Spirit Sword was sharp, while the Jedi war horse was covered in armor, and he rushed all the way with Lin Muyu. The volunteer soldiers who died under the Dragon Spirit Sword did not decrease much.

Feng Jixing once said that in war, absolute power is not absolute. War is like a huge meat grinder. No matter how strong a person is, he will lose his strength and life in war. A powerful person in the heaven realm is equivalent to a hundred troops, a powerful person in the holy realm is equivalent to a thousand troops, and a powerful person in the god realm is equivalent to ten thousand people. Once the number of people is killed exceeds this number, the strength will probably be exhausted. What is the difference between a holy realm, a divine realm, and a mortal who has exhausted fighting spirit and a divine realm.

Under Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiyan, the Flying Cavalry Camp rushed forward like harvesting wheat. There were countless volunteer soldiers who died under the iron hooves of the Flying Cavalry Camp, but these volunteer soldiers seemed to be unable to kill them. More and more, more and more torches were gathering in the distance. Obviously, the Flying Cavalry Camp had attracted the attention of the volunteer soldiers and they began to increase their troops.

"Commander."

A cavalry captain of the Flying Cavalry Camp pulled out the bloody spear from the corpse, splashing all over his face, but he ignored it and said pale: "We can't rush out. The volunteers continue to increase their troops, and at least more than 150,000 troops rushed towards us from all around. If we don't retreat now, there will be no chance."

Chu Huaiyan looked up at the stars in the sky and said, "It's not yet the third day, continue to rush forward."

"yes."

Lin Muyu remained silent. Behind him, 70 imperial guards from the Eagle Nest Camp also joined the battle formation of the Flying Cavalry Camp, waving weapons and slashing the volunteer soldiers one by one, but there were continuous arrows on both sides, and many of them were already injured. Even Wei Qiu had an arrow poked in his chest, bleeding. Although the Flying Cavalry Camp killed many enemies, it also suffered a lot of losses.

But this is the war. The trip to the Flying Cavalry Camp is to attract more volunteers and force to gather, and then to win the best time for the Longtian Camp to burn the food and grass in Lingnan.

While rushing, he looked up at the east, where it was dark. Lin Muyu felt uneasy. He didn't know if the Gentian Camp had set out. With the elite level of the Gentian Camp, as long as the volunteers guarding the granary were less than 50,000, I believe they could all attack successfully. Everything depends on Luo Yu and Feng Xi.

I don’t know how long it took to fight back and forth, but the volunteers killed more and more. Lin Muyu’s white battle robe was already stained with blood, and Chu Huaiyan was not much worse. Chu Huaiyan’s shoulder was even injured. It was the masterpiece of a spear thrower. The spear pierced Chu Huaiyan’s fragile battle armor and directly injured him.

Looking at the sky and starry sky, Lin Muyu said, "It's almost done, let's go back and break through."

"Um."

Chu Huaiyan nodded, rode his horse and raised his sword and went out, shouting loudly: "Turn."

The entire cavalry formation quickly turned its head and rushed towards the gun formation of the volunteer soldiers. However, a black shadow in the air quickly attacked, which was the spearhead's spear. These spears were very sharp and instantly pierced the bodies of many soldiers in the flying cavalry camp. The people and the war horses were twisted together and trampled on each other, which was a terrible sight. However, Lin Muyu, Chu Huaiyan and others did not hesitate at all, and continued to lead the living people forward.

"Wow."

The fighting spirit began to rage again. Lin Muyu opened his hand, and the golden gourd soul shone into the sky. Golden gourd vines "swooshed" through the gaps of the crowd, and suddenly separated the volunteers of the spear formation to both sides to open the way for the flying cavalry camp.

"here you go."

Chu Huaiyan laughed loudly, waved his sword and chopped off the head of a volunteer soldier, shouting loudly: "Brothers from the Feiqi Camp, we have completed the mission, it's time to go home."

But many people were destined to be unable to return home. Volunteers flocked to the rear, scattering the cavalry in the rear into small pieces, completely cutting and separating the rear. Then the spear slashed wildly, stabbing the brave heavy cavalry and the war horses into hedgehogs. In less than ten minutes, at least thousands of flying cavalry camps sprinkled blood on the land.

Lin Muyu couldn't help looking back, feeling full of unbearableness, but this is war, which tempers his will and promotes his growth and change. The times create heroes, perhaps the moment in front of him.

"kill."

His eyes were even more murderous intent, and his right hand suddenly turned around. The Dragon Spirit Sword rushed out under the energy of the fire sword. He raised his hand to hold out the brightly lit pear gun from the Qiankun bag. He shook it suddenly. The spear head drilled into the abdomen of a volunteer soldier and shook it directly into another group of people. At the same time, the gun soul suddenly activated, and a frost Qilin rushed into the crowd roaring, freezing a group of volunteer soldiers into frost, and then slashed.

As soon as the pear blossom spear was released, many volunteer soldiers retreated one after another. At this time, Chu Huaiyan no longer saved his fighting spirit. On his shoulder, the sable martial soul light surged into the sky. When he raised his left hand, a rippling moon energy fell from the sky and hit the crowd. Then, a few star lights pierced the bodies of the volunteer soldiers. Although the moves of the picking star finger were elegant, they were not inferior to those who killed people.

When he returned to the city about 200 meters away, the city gate was surrounded by black volunteers. A group of spearmen swarmed in. One of the fierce generals wearing the rank of a commander of the thousand-man shouted loudly: "It is easy to cut off their retreat. If you want to go back to the city, you will dream."

Lin Muyu did not hesitate: "Kill."

At this moment, the city gate suddenly opened, and a familiar voice roared: "The warriors of the imperial capital, go out and pick up the brothers of the Feiqi Camp. The archers on the city shot me arrows and shot the spearmen in the southern barbarians."

It was Du Hai, the first warrior of the Empire, who led the Tianchong Army to rush out of the city and quickly penetrated the square formation composed of this group of spear soldiers. Lin Muyu and Chu Huaiyan also took advantage of the opportunity to lead the Flying Cavalry Camp back to the city. They did not fight. Every moment outside the city, the soldiers of the Flying Cavalry Camp were killed, and Lan Yan City could not bear more losses.

Before I knew it, the Flying Cavalry Camp had been killing outside for more than two hours, and the eastern sky had turned white.

...

Under the city, Du Hai scared away the Yihe Kingdom's army with two shocking swords and returned to the city to check the damage to the Flying Cavalry Camp.

Lin Muyu looked back and saw that Wei Qiu, Xiahou Sang and others were injured, and he also got an arrow on his arm. I don’t even know when this arrow was hit.

"Reign, you are injured." Wei Qiu said hurriedly.

"fine."

Lin Muyu reached out and pulled out the arrow with pain and asked, "How is the situation in the Eagle Nest Camp?"

Wei Qiu looked sad and said, "17 imperial guards and more than 300 imperial guards died in battle."

"oh……"

Lin Muyu responded lightly, but felt heartbroken.
Chapter completed!