Liu Ce was stunned and followed Li Luo's gaze. A Western Rong Han gathered the terrain, which was under the command of nearly a thousand people, blocking Shi Chong's heavy cavalry. This place was relatively flat and wide on all sides. In the middle was a gentle slope, and the two infantry battalions in the middle were no longer as beneficial as the terrain.

Originally, there was no way to stop this terrain under the charge of the cavalry, but I didn't expect that some of the Western Rong army would be brave enough to reach this point. Under the giant axe, the war horses were cut off by the halves, and the Western Rong warriors all over their bodies also exerted their strength.

Between life and death, Mu Tianlang's heavy cavalry was intercepted, and the other Xirong cavalry were covered up the mountain. Although some people were shot by bows and arrows from time to time and fell to the ground, they were getting closer and closer to the shooting camp.

Liu Ce took a breath and said, "General, this person should be Qiang Luo, the number one warrior in the Western Rong. He is the nephew of Qiang Xingzhi, the left commander of the Western Rong. His name is well-known in the Western Rong. He did not expect to be in the Ningerfeng army."

Li Luo nodded and replied: "It's no wonder that the name of the number one warrior of the Western Rong is imposing."

At the entrance of the valley, although many of the Western Rong cavalry were shot and killed, the Shooting Battalion only had the power to attack from afar and was not good at melee combat. Once the two armies met, the Western Rong cavalry in the valley would wait for an opportunity to rush out of Xingfeng Valley.

Liu Ce said anxiously: "General, the last general quickly sent a command to let the general go to resist this Qiangluo."

Hucha Dongchan and Chi Li nodded repeatedly. If they were brave, the Mu Tianlang army would belong to Wuta except Huchajing, but if such a powerful general who used his strength to break the power, Wuta would still be above Huchajing.

Li Luo did not respond. Liu Ce was about to send an order, but Li Luo said in a deep voice: "General Liu, you are the central army's order flag for the time being. I ordered the Shooting Camp to kill the enemy without stopping the enemy. The left and right second battalions, follow me."

The three of them were stunned. Liu Ce was about to speak when he suddenly saw Li Luo take out something from his arms and put it on his face. It was a mask. After putting it on, Li Luo slowly turned his head and glanced at the three of them.

Hu Cha Dongchan and Chi Li were shocked, lifted the reins of the horse and took a step back. When Liu Ce looked at it, he suddenly felt that the battlefield had been peeled off from his ears, as if there was only a pale mask and a pair of expressionless eyes left between the world, quiet and no other sound.

The three of them felt cold. Although the war was fierce, an indescribable cold air penetrated into their spines from their backs.

Li Luo turned his horse and patted it gently, and rushed towards the subordinates who were broken by the Xirong in the valley.

Hucha Dongchan and Chi Li came to their senses and shouted a few times. The two camps on both sides rushed out. The bridles on the horse's mouth and the linens with their hooves had been torn off. Three thousand light cavalry rushed towards Qiangluo and nearly a thousand dead soldiers.

Liu Ce hurriedly sent an order to separate the garrisons and let the light cavalry of the central army pass through.

Hucha Dongchan followed Li Luo, his heart pounding, and the pale mask and plain eyes remained in front of him. Hucha Dongchan turned his head to look at Chi Li, and Chi Li also stared at Li Luo with a blue face, and it seemed that he was quite frightened.

In the blink of an eye, the central light cavalry had already jumped into the bottom of the valley and gave up a path. The three thousand light cavalry did not slow down at all, and rushed straight towards the gentle slope.

Shi Chong was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "General," he was about to speak, but Li Luo, who was under the mask, swept coldly, swallowed his thoughts deeply, and looked over again, Li Luo had already rushed up the gentle slope.

Shi Chong waved his long sword and gritted his teeth and shouted wildly: "My sons, follow the general and the brothers of the central army!" After saying that, he clamped his legs and the war horse neighed a long time, and rushed out like an arrow that was outstretched.

On the hillside, Qiang Luo stood on a high place, looking like a god, with broken corpses all over the ground, and his right hand was holding a giant axe in his right hand. He looked at Li Luo who was getting closer and closer, and laughed: "The baby general of Da Gan is here. Brothers, who cut off his head? I will carry him back to our dew camp. The bossless girl in the camp will pick it up at will." The soldiers burst into laughter, all of them were ready to try.

Li Luo didn't say a word, but he just became more and more anxious to beat the horse. There was nothing else in his eyes, only Qiang Luo and the battle axe that passed by others.

The Western Rong cavalry had run out of bows and arrows, and only a few short spears were thrown by Li Luo. Twenty steps away, Qiang Luo held the giant axe tightly in his hands, and made a move to cut off Li Luo and the war horse under his crotch.

Li Luo pressed the horse's back and paused his horse. Li Luo flew forward and rushed forward. He shouted behind him in an exclaim. Before he could speak, the guilt in Li Luo's hand had already pointed to Qiang Luo's giant axe.

Qiang Luo was surprised that Hucha Dongchan was not under Hucha. Unexpectedly, Li Luo was not afraid of death and even rushed into his own military formation alone. His subordinates couldn't help but slow down slightly, but the spear in Li Luo's hand was first pointed to the axe.

Qiang Luo's palm numbed, and he quickly strengthened his hands and chopped them down on his head. However, the giant axe in his hand seemed to be entangled with silk thread. Not only could he not use all his strength, he was also taken aside by the spear.

Qiang Luo was shocked and quickly put away his contempt, shouted loudly, dragged his arms, and swept the giant axe across, but the axe had not yet cut to Li Luo.

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light came in front of his eyes, and he slashed straight towards his eyes. Qiang Luo's face changed drastically. He raised his head, took a step back, and avoided the sword light. Only then did he see that Li Luo had a long sword in his left hand. He swung a spear in his right hand, holding Qiang Luo's huge axe that had already been drained. His feet touched the ground slightly. He rushed into Qiang Luo's arms like a bow with a string. Qiang Luo couldn't get back to the axe, so he had to take another step. The unbreakable Western Rong defense line was instantly broken by Li Luo at the most solid point.

Li Luo broke into the Western Rong army alone, but Qiang Luo seemed to feel as if he was alone. The surrounding tribes were all stormed by the Da Gan cavalry. It would be fine if he did not retreat. Once he retreated, the rest of them were forced to retreat.

Qiang Luo was very anxious, roared angrily, and shouted three times in a row. The Xirong tribe was shocked and fought against the Dagan cavalry.

Qiang Luo also understood that this was just a reflection of the light. If he could not force Li Luo to retreat, this line of defense would be overwhelmed by the Da Gan cavalry for a moment or three minutes.

After three sounds of killing, Qiang Luo had already taken three steps back and added several wounds. The giant axe in his hand was still behind Li Luo. He had no time to take it back. The scoundrel was left three steps away by Li Luo. The long sword in his hand was swept towards Qiang Luo like a tornado. The knife and knife were not far away from the vital points of Qiang Luo's body. In three steps, eighty-one swords had been cut.
Chapter completed!