The tribal alliance has been able to develop rapidly and grow rapidly in the past year because of the weapons provided by Ye Zhao. He used wolves tactics to plunder the population of other tribes. It has grown stronger, but there are no more powerful warriors. These four warriors who were selected to fight Moba are indeed good at these tribes, but when they sent four people to siege one, they obviously did not like these people.

Sure enough, as soon as he met, Moba swung his baton and the Xianbei warrior who rushed to the most powerful time was smashed to block the head with a baton.

Seeing this, the other three quickly dispersed and mingled around Moba. Moba was also brave. The hundred-pound mace was like a wheat straw in his hand, and he was swept across the board. Every time the weapon collided, he could feel the three Xianbei warriors' movements stagnant. After fighting for thirty rounds, the three Xianbei warriors could not resist the enemy. A Xianbei warrior turned his horse's head to escape, but was hit on the back by Moba and directly hit him from the horse's back. The blood spitting out of the distance of more than two feet long was abolished, and he was unable to survive.

Seeing this, the other two Xianbei warriors were both brave and weak, and they were not Moba's opponents. They were smashed to death by Moba and were killed on the ground by Moba. In front of the two armies, only four unowned war horses were left wandering around the master nostalgic, and wailing from time to time.

Around Xu Rong, a group of Xianbei soldiers watched Mo Ba show his power in front of the two armies, his face turned ugly, and his morale also plummeted.

Qijin looked at Xu Rong with a wry smile and said, "General Xu, this..."

"Oh~" Xu Rong sighed, ignored the jin, but looked at Wei Yan and Zhang Xiu and said, "Who can you two kill him?"

"I'll go!" Wei Yanlang laughed and rode his horse and pulled out his knife.

Seeing this, Mo Ba sneered, are these Han people finally willing to come out?

Without saying a word, he rode his horse to meet him, and the mace whistled strangely, and called Wei Yan.

Wei Yan's horse was fast, and in a moment he came closer. Seeing the other party swinging the baton, he didn't block it. He grabbed the war horse and sat down on the Dayuan horse, and stood up with a long neigh. While avoiding the other party's mace, he rushed to the ground with a big knife in his hand, bringing a cloud of soil and fog to cover Moba.

His vision was blocked, Moba instinctively closed his eyes and then opened it again, but he saw a cold light tearing the earth mist in the soil fog and swept towards his throat.

He was also rich in combat experience. Mo Ba raised his mace at the moment when he forced his eyes to open his eyes, just blocking Wei Yan's big knife, but was shocked and sweated.

However, this life-and-death battle was not distracted. Seeing that a knife failed to achieve success, Wei Yan turned the knife with the force of recoil and drew a strange arc in the air, slashing from the other side towards Mo Ba's neck. Not only did the power not weaken at all, but it was even more powerful!

This move has a lot of meaning of leveraging the force, which is the trick of exerting force learned by Wei Yan from Guan Yu. In theory, he can continuously use the opponent's strength to increase the power of his moves, but it is just a theory. In fact, even Guan Yu can only support three swords, so few people can survive three swords when fighting with others, because this three swords and one sword is stronger than one sword. Even if a general of the same level is accidentally killed by Guan Yu in seconds, but if he can support three swords, then the next long battle will be a long-term battle.

Wei Yan can only turn one sword now, so the second sword pressed all his strength, and a pale ray of training lit up in the air.

Moba was shocked when he saw this and tried hard to greet him.

"Bang~"

With a loud thunderous sound, the two weapons collided together. Moba's arms numb. He sat down and could not bear the huge force. He took a few steps back. Wei Yan's body shook, and his already red face seemed to be stained with blood. Obviously, the recoil of this blow also made him unable to bear it.

However, seeing Mo Ba being shocked, Wei Yan roared and vomited out the stuffy aura in his chest, then urged the horse to pounce on him again.

The two weapons collided again, but what surprised Mo Ba was that he had already tried his best to prepare for the knife, but the swords and rods intersected, and they were strangely not very strong. Just when he was confused, he felt that his fingers holding the mace were cold, but Wei Yan's knife slipped against the mace and cut off his eight fingers.

A severe pain followed, and the mace was hard to grasp. With a clang, Moba made a harsh scream. Among the Xianbei army, Bu Dugen's face changed and shouted sternly: "Save people!"

But Wei Yan made a contribution with one sword, how could he stop easily? Taking advantage of Mo Ba's unbearable screams from the severe pain, he slashed again and cut off Mo Ba's head.

Before, the four Xianbei warriors were all killed by Moba like chopping melons and vegetables. Wei Yan killed Moba, but only used four swords. Is this the difference?

A group of tribal alliance leaders watched Wei Yan raise Mo Ba's head with a knife and gallop in front of the two armies. They felt a little uncomfortable, but they still cheered very cooperatively.

On the other side, with Ke Bi Neng's order, eight warriors came out to rescue Mo Ba, but just rushed out of the military formation. Mo Ba had already been cut off by Wei Yan, and his movements couldn't help but stop. Seeing this, Wei Yan sneered, hung the big knife in his hand on the back of the horse, took off the bow and arrow, and shot at the eight Xianbei people who rushed up.

The people on the grassland are best at riding and shooting, and those who are good at shooting are generally good at avoiding arrows. Wei Yan shot eight arrows one after another. Except for the two Xianbei people who were at the forefront, the rest avoided them one after another, and each took out his bows and arrows to fight back.

Seeing this, Wei Yan hung his bow back on the back of the horse, took the sword again and rushed forward. He raised his sword and fell, and killed a Xianbei warrior. The other five people hurriedly surrounded him, but were occupied by Wei Yan and left the encirclement early. He turned his horse's head and then chopped a Xianbei man off the horse. With a big sword, the two were caught off the horse again. The rest of them were both courageous and turned around and ran away. Wei Yan did not pursue him, but laughed loudly. Kuitou, Bu Dugen, Ke Bi Neng and others in the distance were all ugly, and the morale of the Xianbei army was depressed.

"Attack!" Xu Rong looked at the enemy's commotion and said to the people who were standing aside, "This is the time to break the enemy!"

"Here!" Qi Jintulu agreed with several tribe leaders and each of them rushed their troops to attack.

More than 70,000 troops, under the command of their respective leaders and leaders, rushed towards the direction of the Xianbei army like water breaking through the dike. The chaotic horse hooves trampled on the dry and cold ground, rolling up smoke and dust in the sky, confusing the sky.

"Kill!" Kuitou raised the long sword in his hand. At this time, he must not retreat. Although he does not understand military tactics, his practical experience is extremely rich. The morale of the Xianbei warriors is not high. If he retreats at this time, it will be over.

"Ho huh huh huh ~"

The vast cavalry formation of the Xianbei people also began to charge. On the spacious land, two huge cavalrymen collided like two torrents. In an instant, blood, sword lights, and arrows were chaotic.

Once ten thousand people are full, there is no boundary and shore. When there is a confrontation between ten thousand people, the advantage of the number of people is difficult to detect at the first time. The most important thing is morale.

Wei Yan's previous killing of the number one warrior and six warriors in Ke Bi Neng's account have already raised the morale of the alliance, so he is extremely brave when he kills it. On the other hand, the Xianbei people are not optimistic. Although there are many soldiers, it is impossible for them to be suppressed for a while. The two men gradually fought together, and the final battle was still morale.

Looking at the two armies fighting in front of him, a trace of disdain flashed in Xu Rong's eyes, just like the two gangs fighting in a group, without any rules. The only difference is that they are larger in scale, and the people in the alliance are already very morale, but they are unable to overwhelm the situation. Instead, they fall into a tangled battle, which is really embarrassing.

"General, when will we take action?" Zhang Xiu looked at the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds shook the sky and shouted at Xu Rong.

"No hurry! Let them kill for a while!" Xu Rong shook his head. Dropping into the battlefield too early will only accelerate the end of the war. What Xu Rong wants is both defeats. If the Han army takes action at this time, it will be meaningless even if it can win.

The fight continues, and the morale of the tribal alliance is high, but the shortcomings are also obvious. Dozens of tribes gather together, and the unity is unknown, just like a pile of loose sand, fighting each other. Although the morale of the Xianbei people on the opposite side is not high, they are divided into two wholes. If it weren't for the morale, the alliance would have lost a long time ago.

The battle lasted for three hours, and countless Xianbei people fell in pools of blood. Kuitou and Bu Dugen obviously did not want to see such a situation. The population of Xianbei is now greatly reduced. If they suffer from both sides of the damn traitors here, the Xianbei may become the next Southern Xiongnu in the future. This is obviously not something Ke Bi Neng and Kuitou are willing to see.

What's more, that group of Han troops have not moved yet.

Seeing the casualties gradually intensified, Ke Bi Neng sighed, looked at Kuitou and Bu Dugen, and at the same time made an order to withdraw troops.

"Woooooooooooooo~"

Amid the desolate horns, the Xianbei people who heard the sound of the horn quickly turned their horses and began to retreat like a tide. A glimmer appeared in Xu Rong's eyes and said to Zhang Xiu and Wei Yan beside him: "The time has come, lead their troops to fight!"

"Here!" Zhang Xiu and Wei Yan were already a little impatient. He agreed excitedly when he heard this, and then led the army to quickly rush towards the battlefield.

Gigi Tulu and others had already seen Ke Bineng withdraw their troops and were ready to retreat. At this time, the Han army suddenly broke out and, under the leadership of the Han army, subconsciously followed the Han army to charge.

"These damn Han people!" Kuitou couldn't help but curse. It would be difficult to get out now.
Chapter completed!