Soon, all the throwing spears were collected together. The first group of soldiers came forward, each of them had five guns, which was just enough.

"First team of soldiers, follow me and charge!" Zhang He personally led the team and charged down with his horses. A thousand soldiers behind him were not slow and followed closely behind.

The death camp had already launched a charge, and they were already halfway through the journey. Each of them held a large sword, and under the leadership of Zhu Ling, their speed became faster and faster. With a final cry, the war horses jumped up, like hungry tigers pounce on food.

"Damn it, these hateful Han Chinese!" Shi Huai looked at the enemy rushing down, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he drew out his weapon angrily. Then he struggled for a few seconds, spit out evil breath, and re-sheathed his sword.

"Madang Prefecture, I order you to lead 10,000 soldiers to block the enemy troops that are rushing down. After the king leads the other troops away, quickly escape and catch up!"

"Nuo!" A strong middle-aged general came out from behind Shi Huai. He led ten thousand Xianbei to turn their horses and rush towards the Shanggu soldiers without stopping.

"Kill!!!" The death camp faced ten thousand Xianbei without any fear. They roared repeatedly, and when they were only a few steps away from the enemy, they pulled the reins of their horses. The horses felt pain, howled, and raised their hooves.

Step hard onto the oncoming Xianbei.

"Ahhh..." The Xianbei soldiers in the front row immediately turned into dead souls underground under the iron hooves of the Shanggu Legion. The Xianbei soldiers in the back were blocked by the corpses in the front row, and their speed slowed down.

"Brothers, follow me!" Zhu Ling looked back and roared, clapped his horse and rushed into the Xianbei army formation at the back. He was like a desperate man, swinging his sword fiercely. No matter how many enemies were around him, he would always use the most direct method.

, the most violent method, which can also be said to only attack but not defend. I saw him using all his strength to slash horizontally with his sword, and his speed was as fast as lightning passing by. But all the Xianbei within the radius were too late.

As soon as he drew his sword, he was cut in half and fell from his horse.

"Haha... so refreshing!" Zhu Ling took the time to wipe the blood splashed on his face, with a cruel smile on his lips. He swept the big knife in his hand again, clearing a vacuum area.

As the saying goes, a general leads what kind of soldiers. Zhu Ling is invincible on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the death camp are naturally extremely fast. They are like a pack of wolves that have been hungry for many days, following Zhu Ling with overwhelming momentum, and will bully the enemy.

All the enemies in his body were torn apart.

Zhang He led a thousand soldiers to charge down. He held the spear tightly in his hand. After approaching the Xianbei army, he threw the spear. Then he spun to avoid it. Not long after, he approached Xianbei again and threw the spear.

Soon, all five spears were thrown. At this time, the Xianbei army formation had also been turned into a pot of porridge by the death camp.

"Brothers, charge with me!" Zhang He pulled the reins of his horse, drew his weapon and ran directly towards the Xianbei army formation.

"Kill!!!" The two cavalrymen, led by Zhu Ling and Zhang He, crossed over and ran rampant in the Xianbei army formation. In less than half an hour, they killed them all.

"Kill again!!!" The two men led the soldiers and plunged into the Xianbei army formation again.

Just now, Zhang He took advantage of the enemy's lack of reaction and led his soldiers to charge. Now that Xianbei has reacted, they have avoided the death camp and the murderous gods, and instead come to Zhang He, the soft persimmon!
Chapter completed!