Fatty Dong sat on a huge divine horse wearing armor and swords. Each person and horse complemented each other. Although Dong Zhuo was fat, he would not look fat and bloated. Zhao Yi and Zhao Piao and his son of Guangling Road were indeed much worse than the King of the South Court who was in charge of the Northern Mang half-morning military. Dong Zhuo straightened his neck and looked at the Bai Hong who fell in front of the city, with his eyes shining. He was also a martial artist with great skills. Otherwise, the daughter of the fifth raccoon in Tibingshan would have been beaten to a thin man long ago.

As for Xu Fengnian, who was in the hostile camp, Dong Zhuo did not have much disgust. When he first met in Beimang, he was the founder of the Dong family army, as the founder of the separatist force of the South Court, and was still a difficult window to break with the current King of the South Court. It can even be said that if Xu Fengnian had not emerged, he would not only succeed in inheriting the King of Beiliang, but also won the morale of the Iron Cavalry of the Northern Liang and the people of the Northern Liang people, then Dong Zhuo was employed by Liu Gui or Yang Yuanzan if he died, just like Hong Jingyan and Zhongtan. In addition, with Tao Manwu, he owed a favor, so if it was not the general trend, Dong Zhuo actually wanted to sit down and have a good chat with Xu Fengnian, learn from the Central Plains scholar Lin who likes to talk about the heroes, and choose a snowy night to cook wine to discuss heroes, instead of the current situation of immortality.

In Dong Zhuo's vision, the man was indeed as expected. Because he was afraid of the Bodhisattva Tuoba, he did not use the supreme cultivation of the celestial realm. He attacked the border army of Hutou City or simply attacked the Beimang soldiers to "borrow" weapons to block the huge rocks thrown by nearly a thousand catapults. The open space where the attacking figure fell among the two armies, although it had suppressed the aura of the realm, its momentum was not inferior to the scene of the thousands of cavalry charging out of the city. This made him suffer from the root and bone encounter and could only stay in the Vajra realm.

Dong Zhuo was inevitably frightened. Fatty Dong said that the Sword Emperor of Western Shu could not be a foe on the battlefield, but Dong Zhuo knew it well that if Xu Fengnian did not have the worries of Tuoba Bodhisattva, he would let him go and fight. Most infantrymen were only the two-wing cavalry swaying Beimang's attack army, which would easily be disrupted. Therefore, Dong Zhuo really hoped that the great master would show the demeanor that the land god should have, and not pay attention to the ants fighting under his feet. It would be better to go alone to find his own troubles.

Dong Zhuo had already responded to this. In addition to the top masters who were escorting around him, and those large crossbows that could shoot out a sword of the mainland immortals a hundred feet long, Dong Zhuo also installed many hidden aura masters in the two-wing cavalry. As long as Xu Fengnian was deeply trapped in the formation, he would easily be surrounded by his own side when he wanted to retreat. Not to mention intercepting Xu Fengnian who returned to Hutou City, he would consume a lot of energy and spirit of Xu Fengnian. Then, it would be very sure to drag the Bodhisattva Tuoba into the formation.

For this reason, Dong Zhuo specifically asked several masters of Beimang and repeatedly confirmed that after entering the realm of celestial phenomena, he achieved the so-called celestial and human response in the Confucian world and could resonate with the world. Then the qi in the warrior's body would be like a turbulent river. It was like a tiger's wings. However, this behavior of stealing the meteorology of the world has a congenital defect, that is, God can only add icing on the cake, but cannot provide timely assistance. Once the loss of the warrior's roots is involved, it will still be difficult to make up for it in a short period of time, otherwise the two will be

A master of the celestial realm will not be able to decide the outcome until the end of the world? There was an elderly swordsman named Li Chungang in Liyang River. He broke the armor by one qi by one. Most ordinary people were shocked by the number of 2,600 iron cavalry. However, only those who entered the martial arts hall would understand the real terror, which actually lies in the word "one qi". This means that the old man named Li Chungang was disdainful of the celestial means of qi and qi generation back then. One qi was one qi, and one sword was one sword.

Dong Zhuo clearly wanted to use the lives of hundreds or even thousands of Beimang masters and soldiers to consume a trace of Xu Fengnian's fundamentals, just to win one more chance of victory for the King of the North Court, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who rushed over after hearing the news.

In his sight, the white rainbow began to start rushing forward with a straight and arrogant attitude. Dong Zhuo curled his lips and said, "If it weren't for the King of Beiliang, but just a man from the martial arts world, who could stop him? Being Li Chungang and Cao Changqing is really cool... This guy is really unwilling to admire. It is said that those women and women who came from the Beiting Jia Jia family clearly offered a price, threatening that as long as I, Dong Dong, captured this unparalleled young vassal king and gave them a chance to take it, they would dare to bid 5,000 taels of gold, and the price could be negotiated again. Just a spring night, how many Dong family men can support me? Damn, except for being fatter than Xu's surname, what is worse? Why don't you yell at me that I will get pregnant by hearing the three words Xu Fengnian?"

Fatty Dong's young wife listened to the unreasonable local slang and vulgar words, and quickly coughed a few times, reminding herself that men should pay attention to their image in public. Dong Zhuo ignored him and continued to say to herself: "If it were me, let alone 5,000 taels of gold a night, 500 taels of silver a night..."

His young wife who was already in anger glared and glared: "Dong Zhuo!"

The fat man shrank his neck and restrained his frivolous look that he deliberately showed to reduce tension, and said calmly: "Here you come."

One person, one knife.

Xu Fengnian began to break the formation.

After more than a month of bloody siege, the Beimang barbarians who grew up on horseback paid a huge price of more than 20,000 casualties. Facing the towering wall in the north of Hutou City, Beimang began to grow rapidly from the ten thousand men who needed to climb the city himself to the most ordinary soldiers. On the way forward, it was estimated that the city with all kinds of crossbows, which included all kinds of crossbows in Beiliang, would have burst out, and when would they raise their shields together, of course they would not.

Stop, although the propulsion speed will inevitably slow down relatively, and it will even add one to two rounds of shooting opportunities to the Beiliang archers on the top of the city, Beimang has proved that this seemingly inconspicuous little trick will bring unexpected damage reduction effects. After all, the accuracy of the Beiliang crossbow is really amazing. Even if it is to advance in formation, as long as you dare to ignore the water-splashing arrows and to reach the city earlier, the Beiliang border army will dare to let you give your life within 300 steps under the city.

Three dense torrents of iron armor were divided in front of Dong Zhuo, almost mixed with all the siege equipment recorded in military books. The Southern Dynasties' remnants made an indelible contribution, and the city-hit cart pushed by dozens of strong men; the opposite building, which was as high as the city head, was even more than that of the city head. Nearly a hundred people hid in it; a pulley was set up at the bottom; there was also a trench bridge that was originally used to fill the trench and even to fill the trench and was a perfect match. At the suggestion of Dong Zhuo's staff, once they were put on the city head by them, it was like artificially creating an inclined hillside. At that time, 600 people in Beimang could pour into the city head at the same time, and the two were turned into decay.

The magical trench bridge is indelible... More than 30,000 infantrymen, the central army mainly attacked the north of Hutou City, with as many as 15,000 people on both sides, and attacked the northeast and northwest sides respectively. In the two gaps formed by the three infantry formations, two elite rangers with more than 1,000 people were the first to advance to try their best to suppress the rain of arrows guarding the city. On the outermost wings, there were large cavalry troops each launched charge. In addition to relying on skillful archery skills to support the siege soldiers and prevent the cavalry in Hutou City from taking the initiative to attack, they also needed to restrain the cavalry stationed in Huaiyang Pass from the North Liang to deal with the lightning attack that came and went like the wind and did not seek to kill and damage the formation.

Based on the valuable siege experience summarized by Zantan on the Hulukou on the eastern line, the continuous offensive against Hutou City should be launched, on the premise that sufficient troops were invested on the front line of the battle, and the ants attached to the siege should also be led by ten thousand commanders with a complete source of troops, and 10,000 soldiers were well-retained and close to the battlefield. Once an emergency situation under the city was in which a certain commander of a thousand commander had suffered casualties of up to 200 people, no matter the size of the battle, the team must immediately withdraw from the battlefield and then handed over to a certain commander of a thousand commander in the rear to quickly replace the siege. If these ten thousand people were looking for opportunities in a certain battlefield, they would also be given the right to act cheaply by Dong Zhuo, without waiting for the commander's camp.

The military order can put troops into the battlefield as soon as possible. Those commanders who were lucky enough to not seek merit but were seeking nothing wrong, were missed and missed the opportunity and were executed by the King of the South Court to a team of Dong's cavalry. Two were demoted to the commander of the Thousand Man. One of them was guilty of making meritorious service and eventually led 300 dead soldiers into the city of Hutou City. After killing a Beiliang lieutenant named Chu, they were killed by Liu Jinu and died at the city head. The body was nailed into the neck by the Beiliang soldiers with a flying hook and hung on the city wall. After Beimang took back the bloody corpse, Dong Zhuo personally sent the first ten thousand man who died on the battlefield on the mid-line battlefield into the coffin and sent someone to transport it back to the Southern Dynasty.

At this moment, two cavalrymen who were interspersed in the infantry formation charged first. After seeing the figure as fast as thunder and colliding into the central infantry, the cavalrymen who were skilled in cavalry shot a rain of arrows on both sides almost at the same time on both sides. Even though almost all the cavalrymen predicted the speed of the man's running, they did not shoot, but shot at the front of the man, but they still only saw a branch of feather arrows falling behind the white rainbow. It was too fast!

The two cavalrymen no longer waste their arrows and continue to rush forward.

When Xu Fengnian rushed forward, his left hand gently pressed on the hilt of his waist. From the front of the city, he could clearly see the faces at the front of the central infantry in an instant. In the early morning, the Beimang barbarians carrying shields were spitting fog. Many of them were in their prime. Perhaps many years ago, they were old Beimang soldiers who had been fighting for battle for a long time. They might still have nervousness in their eyes, but they did not have the slightest confusion of the first time they took the battle. This is not surprising. Whether it is the collision between the cavalry and the heavy infantry resisting horse formation using the cavalry, the soldiers who could be at the forefront were the most fighting and dying elites in the army, because what they did was just the word "killing death".

Beiliang guards the city, with crossbows first, then bows and then crossbows. These three axes have already caused great trouble in the Wagong City or Xiaguang City at the mouth of the gourd, which has already caused Beimang infantry to suffer. The "first crossbows" are divided into three types: crossbows, big yellow crossbows, slashing crossbows, and Beiliang border troops. Under the control of the three responsibilities of crossbows, the crossbow arrows are shot out one by one.

Before Xu Fengnian broke into the Beimang battle formation, behind him there was a giant bed crossbow arrow shot out with an iron pocket tied to the string, which could penetrate a cavalry and his horse on the spot. The crossbow arrow was as big as a gun. One of the crossbow arrows passed over Xu Fengnian's head and shot a moving building, directly penetrated out. The huge crossbow arrow with blood in the building did not stop, and fell into the infantry formation behind the building, and at least he could die in the battle later after being covered. He shot a large hole in the shield and his chest. The terrifying penetration force made the soldier who had no time to feel the pain and died completely.

Xu Fengnian drew out the cool knife in an instant.

Single person breaks the formation!

On the front line of the Beimang infantry, facing Xu Fengnian, several soldiers responsible for covering the archers behind him "slowly" lifted their shields.

As soon as Xu Fengnian passed by, the shield and body of the Beimang soldiers were divided into two halves at the same time, flying to both sides.

On this straight line, the shield hands in the first few rows and the archers behind them all burst out with blood mist.

In the horizontal position near the straight line, for some reason, compared to the miserable deaths in the longitudinal direction, the latter were silently killed and injured. Perhaps it was a mysterious thing that was not easy to detect by fine needles. A red dot that was pierced from the temple, perhaps it was pierced from one shoulder through the other, or perhaps it was a heart through the mouth, and death was inexplicably dead. The death was not terrifying. Only when the corpse fell to the ground would some blood slowly flow out from the wound, and the figure that broke through the thick formation was already far behind the corpse.

At an amazing speed that ordinary warriors cannot reach the naked eye, the childhood sweetheart Huang Tong Fen spins wildly in the four states of his master.

Four flying swords rise to the thunder pool.

Just like a sharp weapon, Xu Fengnian broke the formation with one hundred and sixty steps in one go, and his body stopped slightly. Looking up, he expected that three fishy martial arts masters had already surrounded and killed him. Further away, a group of masters rose and fell, and rushed over. However, the battle formation of the Beimang infantry did not slow down because of this, and passed by him in the sound of the sky-shaking war drums. At that time, Xu

Feng Nian rushed to Hutou City and saw the extremely orderly retreat of the Beimang army, he felt very difficult, and he admired Liu Jinu's defense of Hutou City more and more. Xu Fengnian took advantage of the gap that the leader of a sword master cut down on his head, and shook his wrist very "leisurely", as if he was shaking off the blood from the cold knife casually, but due to the sharp energy, the bodies of the Beimang soldiers on the left flew backwards in pieces.

The master of swords was ready to die. His sword that believed he had reached the realm of transformation was filled with all his energy. The light blue qi was revealed at the tip of the knife. It was obviously a good cultivation level that only a second-grade master could possess.

While the little master who was determined to die attracted Xu Fengnian's attention, two people on the left and right suddenly accelerated. One of them was a burly man with bare hands and fist from the sky and rushed forward. The short old man in Xu Fengnian's right hand closed his mouth, pressed his chest with one hand, and dragged it back to the shape of a spear, arching his waist and rushing towards the young man, one of the four great masters in the world. The murderous intent that erupted instantly made the ordinary soldiers of Beimang who were trembling but not squinting and felt a chill all over his body.

The little master who jumped high and slashed like a sword suddenly widened his eyes.

The "old guy" in his hand who has been dependent on each other for half his life is considered a powerful weapon among the knife. He actually stretched out a hand for the young man and just held the blade lightly.

At the same time, the strong man with two fists was as if he was hit hard, his burly body paused, and continued to grit his teeth and rushed forward. Then there were again a slight but continuous sound from his chest. The martial artist who was summoned to the army by a command was indeed a tough guy. With the pitiful situation where his whole chest was almost penetrated back and forth by four flying swords, he still tried to hit the young man with both fists. But the distance was only seven or eight steps.

It seemed as if he was far away. After four consecutive hits, his body not only had blood flowing in his chest, but also had blood on his face. His footsteps were already staggering, and he could only shake. The punch that exhausted his life and energy was still soft and weak in the end, as if he was trying to touch the opponent's shoulder. The man's eyes were filled with unwilling expressions, and he fell to the ground and died. In the end, he could not touch the corner of the man's clothes.

Before the strong man died, the young master who was slashing at Xu Fengnian's knife out of his hand and slapped Xu Fengnian in his chest and flew out.

The short old man ignored the two people's deaths, and his body swirled, and his feet twisted out a burst of yellow sand and dust on the ground. In the blurred vision, the old man used a gun-like hand to fly out of his sleeves a sinister hidden weapon that he relied on to become famous. The hand that was originally close to his chest also swept a white light from the palm of his hand. After two tinging sounds, Xu Fengnian, who was still motionless, grabbed the old man's head with one hand and slowly lifted it up. The old man with his mouth closed did not struggle at all. He smiled fiercely at the young man in front of him, and spit out the real killer weapon hidden under his tongue!

This thin old man who had only realized half a trick in his life, his tongue was the tip of his sword. Therefore, he had the nickname of "Sword Spitting Man" in the Demonic Dao of Beimang Jianghu. I don't know how many masters of the same realm died under the unexpected "one-mouth" flying sword. Unfortunately, before the old man died, he saw an incredible scene. The half-inch flying sword that had been raised for many years hovered in the air between the two. Before the old man's head was pressed down by Xu Fengnian, before it turned into a pool of meat paste, he could vaguely see a real flying sword before his half-baked flying sword.

The master of swordsman who was slapped by Xu Fengnian but was surprised to find that he was not severely injured. Before he could feel the feeling of surviving the disaster, a sudden pain came from his heart. After falling to the ground, he found that there was a crossbow arrow in his chest that was almost comparable to an iron spear.

On the top of the city of Hutou City, a crossbowman scared the crossbow that was covered in cold sweat, and slapped the back of the head fiercely. The crossbow who was always paying attention to the battle under the city said angrily: "Damn Jiang Wensheng! You kid is an undercover sent by the barbarian of Beimang. It would be fine if you can't shoot the opposite building, but why would you almost hurt our prince?! Just four or five steps away! Do you still want to be a crossbowman? Come on, get out of here, I will do it myself!"

The crossbowman named Jiang Wensheng, who was young, but because of his outstanding eyesight and amazing strength, was already ranked first among the crossbowmen in the border army. He was sobbing and did not dare to let go of a single fart. Biao Chang was about to push and shove the little bastard who almost got into trouble, but when he saw the sloppy wound on the young man's face, he stopped. This kid shot the Beimang barbarian archer with an arrow on the cheek half a month ago. Fortunately, he hid quickly, but he still gave the arrow to him.

A big piece of meat was torn off. These days, I always joked to other people in the Biao that they were originally shaved, and it would be even more difficult to get a wife after they broke their appearance. Biao Zhang was very short of people and didn't pretentiously ask if this kid could continue to fire crossbows. Jiang Wensheng didn't give them a bed crossbow, so he was embarrassed. Then he gritted his teeth and never got off the top of the city. But Biao Zhang knew that this young boy couldn't sleep well when he took a few turns to rest and sleep. Such a big piece of meat on his face was cut away. How could it not hurt?

At this time, a crossbow filler shouted hard: "Look at the mark!"

Not only their C-shaped logo, but also the crossbowmen in the nearby logos opened their eyes wide.

The back in the battlefield in the distance put away the cold knife and pulled out the crossbow arrow from the corpse on the ground, as if it was to be used as an iron spear to continue to trap the formation.

The crossbowmen near the city wall were disappointed. It was a damn thing. The word "C" is really awesome today!

Biao Chang smiled and slapped Jiang Wensheng on the head again, "Does it still hurt?"

The young soldier grinned, accidentally pulled the wound, immediately grinned, and sucked his breath while smiling brightly, "It hurts!"

Biao Chang looked around and roared, "Why are you stunned? The enemy has reached two hundred steps, and the crossbow will be the same as the other people. Please change my footsteps to crossbows! Just like a rider, ride the Beimang barbarian under his crotch!"

On the battlefield, Xu Fengnian picked up the crossbow arrow and looked forward.

Further away, Dong Zhuo squinted his eyes, his face was gloomy, and it was normal to die, especially Xu Fengnian personally took action and killed several masters in the martial arts world. He, the king of the South Court, did not hurt at all, but if he died more than expected, if he was in the temple rather than in the battlefield, then Fatty Dong would definitely jump to his feet and curse. The young wife beside him who liked to compete with the eldest daughter-in-law of Jinzhi and Yuye, frowned and said softly: "It is not that there is no effect to send it to the door to the door in batches to kill the person surnamed Xu, but it may not be able to survive until Tuoba Bodhisattva arrives. It is best if the husband retreats into the rear army, especially the Xuan Realm, let those first-class masters take action together, and as long as they are harassed from the side, they should not fight in melee, and cut off their flesh with a blunt knife, and slowly consume it."

Dong Zhuo shook his head slightly and smiled sinisterly: "If you don't serve a few plates of appetizers to the guests first, they won't be able to serve them. Besides, Xu Fengnian is not willing to serve them. Anyway, he killed me a master today, so I will let Hutou City move out an additional 100 corpses today. It depends on who has better patience and temper. Mr. Dong, I, my family is a big business and can afford it!"

Dong Zhuo suddenly turned his head and said sternly: "Send the order! Let Cui Hong lead another 15,000 infantrymen to advance, and at the same time tell the three frontlines who are ten thousand men who are the commanders of the ten thousand men. Today, they will be able to retreat for every 1,000 casualties per thousand casualties! Send a swordsman to the supervising swordsman, who dare to retreat with fearlessness and retreat privately, kill! After the war, the family tribes where they are located are in charge!"

Soon, the Dong family army's crow railing went to convey military orders.

Dong Zhuo knocked his teeth and whispered: "If you have the ability, let me order every thousand people to completely die in battle and retreat."

Her scalp was tingling and she asked in a trembling voice: "Husband, is it too extreme to act like this?"

Dong Zhuo snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "As long as you cross the threshold of Hutou City, then the combat power of my main army under Dong Zhuo can truly challenge the 300,000 border troops in Beiliang."
Chapter completed!