In the wilderness in the south of Sanggan River, thousands of ragged soldiers were running for the death toll. The black battle flag was rolled up, their armor was wet with sweat, and they were breathing heavily.

Someone was running and threw himself to the ground, foaming at his mouth. Others didn't care about their fallen companions. After a glance, they continued to run forward. At this moment, they couldn't protect themselves, so they couldn't care about others.

"Go—Go!"

"Call me!"

The earth shook, and dust rose from the distant horizon. A thin red line appeared in the vision of the defeated soldiers. The red battle robe of the dynasty pursuers was raised high, like burning flames, fierce and violent.

"The Dynasty army is catching up again, run away quickly-" The defeated soldiers showed fear in their eyes, throwing away their bags, throwing away their flags, and throwing away their weapons. They ran faster, wishing they had two legs longer.

Seeing the frightened defeated soldiers, the cavalry of the dynasty laughed, instigated the war horses, and held up their rifles to charge at the defeated soldiers.

From the Gyeonggi Province, the Qinghe Province, and then to the Luoshan Province, the cavalry of these central military units chased and killed the rebels, traveling thousands of miles. Seeing that these rebels were about to be destroyed, their blood was suddenly boiling.

"Swish!" With the sound of the sword being sheathed, among the defeated soldiers, the commander Katun, who had broken armor, stopped and turned to face the Central Army cavalry who were catching up with him.

"Xing Tujun has no cowards! If you want to die, you will die standing up!" Katun looked at death with a tense face and shouted.

The defeated soldiers could not run anymore. They ran for several hours and had already exhausted all their strength. When they heard the stuttering shouts, they stopped and looked at the down-and-out commander of Xing Tujun.

Katun's face was covered with stubborn hair and his hair was loose, looking particularly down and out, but his majesty as the commander still made him look particularly tall.

Katun raised his sword: "Brothers! Don't run away anymore, it's all dead anyway! Take up weapons and fight against these lackeys from the dynasty, and you will be a hero again in 18 years!"

At this moment, the defeated soldiers exhausted their strength, and the surroundings were full of flat wilderness, and they could not run through the four-legged war horses on both legs, so they stopped.

"Brothers, Lord Katun is right. Anyway, it's all about death. Kill one counts one, kill two counts one earn one!" The commander of the flag regiment, Gangyu, pulled off the broken armor on his body, revealing his bronze upper body, and turned to face the cavalry unit that was charging forward.

"Brothers, there are no cowards in the Ninth Corps!"

Perhaps the officers' ready-to-be-death touched the soldiers, or perhaps now there is a dead end and there is no way out. The Xings picked up the weapons they had just dropped, raised the black battle flag full of holes again, and stood up their chests against the cavalry that charged at high speed.

"Fight to the death-!" Katun's sword rose and shouted loudly, as his face became a little distorted.

"Fight to the death!"——" Xing's disciples roared loudly, their faces full of madness, like thugs in the end, fighting the last trapped beasts.

Obviously, the Xingtu’s reaction exceeded the expectations of the Central Army’s cavalry. They showed shock and confusion on their faces. They did not expect that this group of enemies who were like stray dogs would have such courage and courage to fight against the cavalry.

However, the speed of the horse charge at high speed could no longer tolerate them thinking. They lowered their bodies, held their rifles, and crushed them straight towards the thousands of Xing Tu soldiers.

The Central Army cavalry rushed into the array of Xingtu and others like a red iron stream. Accompanied by the sound of bones, Xingtu in the front row was knocked out fiercely and then fell heavily to the ground.

The sharp rifle can pierce the enemy on the road of the war horse without any movement. Every time the rifle is raised, a Xing Tu will be picked up and then fall down with blood rain.

The powerful impact force plowed the black array out of blood troughs, and behind the cavalry were covered with incomplete corpses of Xingtu.

"Kill--" The stuck-up sword slashed at a rushing horse. With the neighing of the horse, the horse's head was directly broken by the sword, and the cavalry on the horse fell forward to the ground.

But Katun's body was also knocked away fiercely. The huge dizziness made Katun lose consciousness before it landed, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

The Xingtu, who knew that they were bound to die, roared and rushed towards the rushing cavalry. Many people were pierced by sharp cavalry before they rushed in front of them. Some people were directly trampled on their heads by war horses, but some people still threw the cavalry on the horse to the ground, and fought desperately with the enemy with fists and teeth.

The battle began to heat up. Although the Xingtu died in the cavalry charge, the Xingtu rushed forward one by one, one by one, rushed forward.

Those crazy and bloodthirsty eyes made the well-trained Central Army cavalry look terrified on their faces, trying to slap the war horses and stay away from these madmen, but they were quickly knocked down, and the sharp sword pierced their chests.

"Get out! Don't fight melee!" The cavalry commander was scared and hurriedly evacuated, unwilling to fight with this group of lunatics who were still fighting with the trapped beasts.

However, several hundred-man cavalrymen who had been trapped in the Xingtu army's array could no longer evacuate, and the other evacuated cavalry could only watch them being torn to pieces by the angry Xingtu.

"Arrow! Archery!" The cavalry commander who was re-arranging roared angrily. In just a short time, he lost hundreds of elite cavalry, which made him unacceptable. His heart was bleeding.

The cavalrymen who were far away from the battlefield bent their bows and arrows. With the howling sound of breaking through the air, the Xing Tu rushed over burst into blood mist in their chests, and they were shot and killed on the spot. Many people were directly tied to the ground and died with their eyes closed.

The cavalry sped around the edge of the battlefield, and large swaths of smoke and dust rose. Countless arrows poured towards the surviving Xings in the middle of the battlefield. With the sound of puffing, the roaring Xings fell to the ground.

Seeing that the battlefield was like Shura, the cavalry commander showed a ferocious look on his face: "Kill them all!" It was obvious that the commander was worried about the hundreds of cavalry he had lost.

In a short period of time, only less than 200 people were left of thousands of Xing soldiers holding shields into a circle to resist the arrows of the cavalry.

The shields in the hands of Xingtu and others had become like hedgehogs, densely filled with arrows. However, more than 200 shields made them survive, and the cavalry had to turn over and dismount and surround them.

Originally, the cavalry commander wanted to launch another charge to eliminate these remaining Xing Tu, but the layers of corpses on the ground made him give up this idea.

More than a thousand red cavalrymen held their shields and sabers, and carefully forced the remaining Xing Tu. They were very cautious because they had just seen Xing Tu's madness and did not want to repeat the same mistakes.

In the shield formation, Gangyu was covered with wounds. At this moment, he was breathing heavily. He looked at the approaching enemy through the gaps in the shield and sighed helplessly. Gangyu wanted to whistle to the sky, but he was unwilling to give in!
Chapter completed!