Chu Huan naturally knew the situation when the enemy wings suddenly withdrew his troops. The barbarian soldiers in the central army were even more tenacious than Chu Huan thought before the battle. This made Chu Huan feel that even if he wanted to win this battle, he would probably have to pay a considerable price.

He thought that the Yiman wings would not continue to drag them down and would seize the opportunity to attack. For this reason, he was even ready to go into battle personally to block the impact of the Yiman cavalry on the flanks.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

He had already sent rangers on both wings to monitor the movements of the Yi barbarian cavalry on both sides. When the rangers reported that the Yi barbarian cavalry on both wings had retreated north, Chu Huan even thought that this was Feng Polu's trick.

The dust rolled, and when he saw Feng Polu leading his troops to rush over from the distant high ground, he immediately understood the clues in it.

Before the most dangerous moment, Feng Polu would never take action easily. He led his troops to rush over, which proved that the two wings of the Yiman cavalry were indeed withdrawn. The battle situation was urgent, and Chu Huan had no time to think about why the Yiman retreated in the face of the battle. However, he quickly sent an order. With the sound of drums, the two wings of the Northwest Army, which were originally used to resist the impact of the Yiman cavalry, quickly expanded left and right, forming two crescent-shaped formations and surrounding them.

The cavalry of the Yi Barbarian Central Army had been entangled by the northwestern cavalry, and the two sides were fighting bloodily, and the formation could not be unfolded, and naturally it could not form the most threatening impact on the infantry.

Before the war, in order to deal with the Yi barbarian cavalry, the northwestern infantry also made sufficient preparations. The infantry mainly used spear soldiers and sword soldiers as auxiliary weapons. Among them, the most threatening to the cavalry was the hook and sickle soldiers.

Chu Huan can despise his opponent strategically, but never takes it lightly in tactical terms.

Although Chu Huan also has a cavalry army, considering it comprehensively, Chu Huan knew that in terms of combat effectiveness, the northwest cavalry was not the enemy of the Yi Barbarian cavalry. Moreover, although he led 30,000 troops into the pass, the number of cavalry was only comparable to that of the Yi Barbarians. After all, the northwest was not as stable as Mount Tai, leaving many soldiers to guard the rear.

If you want to defeat the Yiman cavalry, relying solely on cavalry is naturally insufficient, but the infantry must also cooperate tacitly with the cavalry. The hook and sickle naturally has a considerable lethality against the cavalry. Therefore, when Chu Huan learned that Feng Polu led a large number of Yiman cavalry to Yunshan, he had already ordered the construction of the hook and sickle spear and made preparations in advance.

At this time, there was no threat on both wings of the Northwest Army and immediately stretched forward. The spearmen and the hook and sickle soldiers were in front, and the big sword soldiers followed closely. Pei Ji had never slacked off in training the formations of these soldiers. Now he was on the battlefield, and his cooperation was very tacit.

At this time, the Yiman Wanhu Shu Chitai was covered in blood. He led the way and fought in blood. He couldn't remember how many people he cut down, but the Northwest cavalry was like an ant, killing them endlessly. Whenever one person was cut down, another person immediately came to him, leaving him without even free time to take the head.

After fighting for a long time, even though the strong Yiman as strong as Shu Chitai was still feeling a little exhausted at this moment. He raised his eyes and looked forward. The cavalry of both sides crisscrossed, but the entire formation of the Northwest cavalry has not yet dispersed. They are like a fist, concentrating their forces in the middle, and before they know it, they have completely penetrated into the formation. The formation has been cut in half by them inadvertently.

There were many corpses lying on the ground, but Shu Chitai felt so painful. After half a day of fighting, many of his men had already died in battle. These people were selected from the tribe and were also the greatest wealth of the tribe. Every time a minute was consumed here, the tribe's strength would be weaker. He knew that if he continued to fight like this, it would certainly cause considerable losses to the enemy, but the losses of the unit would be even more tragic.

He only hopes that the cavalry on both wings will rush over and relieve the pressure on the central army.

"Wanhu!" Someone shouted not far away: "An Lei ran away!"

Shu Chitai was stunned for a moment, and a northwestern cavalry next to him took the opportunity to slash over. Shu Chitai waved his sword to meet him, slashed several times, forcing the opponent away, turned his head and looked over, and saw that the distant high ground was quiet and there was no trace of anyone.

"Damn it!" Shu Chitai cursed: "It should have been a knife that killed him!"

But when the man shouted like this, the many Yi barbarian cavalry fighting immediately changed color. At this moment, he heard a shout of killing not far away, but Feng Polu had already led his troops to help.

"Brothers, kill all life and death in one fell swoop!" Feng Polu took the lead and rushed forward, and the soldiers behind him came bravely.

The originally panicked Yi barbarian cavalry, when they saw Feng Polu coming, their morale was slightly boosted.

Feng Polu wanted to lead his troops into the central army, but at this moment the northwest flank had already surrounded him. Feng Polu did not hesitate and rushed towards the northwest infantry surrounding him, sternly saying: "Bowing!"

His face was cold and he led his troops to rush forward. He suddenly heard a thunderous neigh. He saw a flower in front of him and saw a horse like flames appearing in front of him.

The man immediately appeared in wolf armor, majestic and suddenly, like a god.

"Chu Huan!"

Feng Polu had never seen Chu Huan before, but he blurted out at this moment and subconsciously concluded that the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was Chu Huan.

But when he saw Chu Huan picking his bow in his hand, Feng Polu felt cold in his heart and became alert. At this time, Chu Huan's sharp arrow had already come out and broke through the air.

Feng Polu was not an ordinary person. When Chu Huan picked the bow, he was alert. He had already passed by and walked forward with the horse in his arms. This move was extremely dangerous and his horse was extremely skilled. He only heard a cold wind passing by, and sharp arrows kept stopping. Although Feng Polu could escape, he shot a general behind him to death.

The long arrow pierced the throat, with blood redness and sharpness.

Feng Polu had already penetrated his name to Chu Huan's bones, but this time, Chu Huan gave him such a meeting gift. Feng Polu was also a life-threatening person, but at this moment, he still felt a chill, and he felt that he had just passed by the King of Hell.

Chu Huan didn't shoot Feng Polu with an arrow, a smile appeared on his lips, and he was a little surprised, thinking that Feng Polu was not weak.

When the two armies fight, you will die. As long as they can kill the other party, there will naturally be no scruples. Feng Polu is the enemy's general. Chu Huan knows that as long as Feng Polu is killed on the battlefield, the enemy will inevitably collapse instantly once the general dies.

He saw Feng Polu leading his army out, and without hesitation, he went into battle personally, intending to kill the other party in the two armies.

The thunder and fire kirin under Chu Huan's seat is a divine horse in the world. Its speed is like lightning. It misses an arrow, but its horse's stance remains unabated. It is heading straight towards Feng Polu.

Feng Polu was shocked. In just a moment, the Thunder Fire Kirin had rushed forward, but Chu Huan suddenly left his saddle, hooked the stirrup with one foot, hung upside down in the air, moving forward like a paper box.

Feng Polu did not hesitate anymore and reached out to grab the long spear in the hand of a person next to him. With a loud shout, the long spear took action and hit Chu Huan.

Feng Polu always thought that his equestrian skills were already very good, but at this moment, he saw Chu Huan's two-way horse and being dragged by the Thunder Fire Kirin, his head was only a short distance from the ground, and his hand was bent his bow and arrow, and his posture was elegant, but for a moment he felt like he was riding on the back of a cow.

Another arrow shot out, and the arrow burst out from under the horse's belly.

Feng Polu often said that he was for sale and was about to hit Chu Huan, but he heard a "clang" sound, and his wrist was shocked. However, Chu Huan shot the spear with an arrow. This arrow was very impressive, and it was only a few inches away from the mouth of his tiger holding the spear.

The long spear was originally heavy, and the sharp arrow was also powerful. Chu Huan actually swung the long spear with one arrow. With the roar of the thunder and fire qilin, he jumped through and passed by Feng Polu. Chu Huan had suddenly shot out his sword at this time.

Others were hanging upside down in the air, but with a knife, they slashed out from the bottom to the top, and blood splashed everywhere in the cold light.

Feng Polu wanted to stab him with a spear, but when he saw Chu Huan slashing with a knife, it was unmatched. At that moment, his extraordinary potential was stimulated. He grabbed the horse's hair with one hand, suddenly rolled up and to the other side of the horse's back, but he felt that he was full of heat and had been stimulated by blood donation.

Feng Polu's war horse neighed in a sad way, but it was cut off by the thunder knife, and its momentum remained unabated. The second half of his body flew up in the air, bringing out a bloody rain, which was a sensation.

Feng Polu rolled to the ground and flew forward quickly. He saw the horse's hooves flying around, and seemed to be about to be trampled to death by Ranma. He felt cold and didn't expect that he would be buried here.

"Marty!" At the critical moment, a long spear was handed over. Feng Polu didn't care much, grabbed it, and then retracted the spear. However, a subordinate took action to rescue him in a hurry and took back the spear. Feng Polu took advantage of the situation and landed on the horse. The two of them rode. Feng Polu said in a deep voice: "It's not his opponent, go quickly!"

As soon as an expert takes action, he knows if there is any. In the past few rounds, Feng Polu already knew that Chu Huan's martial arts was far above him and that he was far from his opponent. At this time, he had already seen through Chu Huan's intentions. The other party obviously wanted to kill the generals in the formation. Once Chu Huan succeeded, Feng Polu could of course think of the next result, that he could not face Chu Huan head-on.

The general was also extremely shocked at this time, but he knew Feng Polu's intentions and urged the horse to leave. Chu Lei Fire Qilin was extremely fast. After rushing past, he had already distanced himself from Feng Polu and rushed into the enemy formation. Chu Huan's sword light flew, and nearby soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, behind Chu Huan, the soldiers saw the King of Chu appearing in person, and their blood was boiling, and they all rushed forward with anger, with amazing momentum.

"Feng Polu, don't run away!" Chu Huan deliberately cheered up his breath, his voice as if thunderous: "Feng Polu ran away!"

Feng Polu was going to avoid Chu Huan, and the war horse was walking slanted. When Chu Huan shouted, the nearby soldiers seemed to turn around and want to leave when they saw Feng Polu, and then saw countless soldiers rushing towards him like wolves and tigers. Someone was frightened and said in a flash: "The Marquis is gone!" He turned around and ran away. The fear could have spread. If he turned around and ran away alone, the others would not hesitate and turn around.

Feng Polu's face was ashamed, and his general sighed: "Marty, the situation is over. We can only withdraw from Yunshan City first!"

Feng Polu clenched his fists. The Yi barbarians in the bloody battle had seen Feng Polu lead his troops out of the battle and were still supporting him, but in a blink of an eye, they saw the soldiers on Feng Polu turn around and leave. For a moment, the last trace of fighting spirit was gone. Countless Yi barbarian cavalry turned their horses and fled north. The defeated soldiers were like a tide and trampled on each other. The horns sounded in the rear of the Northwest Army. All the soldiers, whether infantry or cavalry, were chasing with all their might. The soldiers on both sides poured north like floods.
Chapter completed!