Chapter 590

"Brush! Brush! Brush!

Dozens of soldiers with long swords poured aura into the body of the sword, dragged out the awn of the sword and cut it hard.

"Ding! Ding

The Cangshan sect disciple who was besieged suddenly waved his spear and cut off the long knives in front of him. At this time, the big Qian soldiers in the back of the encirclement circle found a chance to cut them off at the right time.

Bai Jie sneers, this is the end of the rampant, eyes staring at the ancient clock at the tower, to see how you can laugh later.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Six or seven long swords were all cut behind the disciples of Cangshan sect, and immediately there was a jingling sound.

At the next moment, the smile on Bai Jie's face froze, and the big Qian soldiers who had been killed were also stupid!

"Die!"

After the disciples of the Cangshan sect resisted several sabres, they turned back and swept them, cutting off the stunned soldiers directly, and all of a sudden, there were bursts of blood.

On the other side, there are also many Cangshan sect disciples who are in the state of being attacked by the enemy!

However, no matter whether they use swords, spears, swords and halberds, or axes and axes, it is difficult to hurt them. The final result is that they will take the initiative to send their heads to them, and then get hammered.

What went wrong? How could Bai Jie not understand? If he didn't understand, he was right. Who would have thought that they were all wearing bulletproof vests, level a and level a, stacked on their bodies layer by layer.

There is one layer broken, and there is another. Originally, the number of people is at a great disadvantage. In terms of equipment, the ancient clocks are not stingy. They use the best ones. If the level is not enough, the number will come together. The disciples of the Knights' order wear level II armour, while those of the sect forces in black mountain city wear two first level armours.

This is still in the case that the knight's disciples did not open the war stop shield in order to preserve their power. The combination of warriors and mount is so terrible and firm!

"Kill!"

Wu Song angrily drinks, and the speed of the green wind ox under his hip is full open. The spear in his hand is waving wildly on both sides. Where he passes by, all the enemy soldiers are swept out!

Boom!

Boom!

The knight's disciples followed Wu Song and still kept their previous position. Finally, they fought their way out of the Siege!

Bai Jie's handsome face is stiff and unable to move. The thousand or so people surrounded by his iron barrel array are still intact. If he is dreaming, it must be a nightmare that he would not like to recall in his whole life.

It was a nightmare for him, but it was a good play for the ancient leader.

After breaking a path of blood, Wusong and the disciples of the Knights' order did not rush out of the enemy group immediately, but turned around and re penetrated into the enemy.

"Roar!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lingyan leopard ran away, with a strong body, a head of war horse flew out.

The Knights' disciples on the top frequently stabbed out the weapons with cold light in their hands, and the spears twinkled one by one, knocking the surrounding enemy soldiers to the ground!

Until Wu Song and his men were killed out of the chaotic army, 20000 iron horses were killed and wounded nearly half. Those who were seriously injured and could not afford to die, and some who were dying were handed over to the empress guards led by Chu Yicheng for harvesting.

Baijie people are completely confused! This army, which had gone through countless wars with him and was known as the most potential army of Daqian, was reaped like weeds in front of 1000 people!

It's not right to change to Heishan city. It's any Corps in the southern region. Daqian can completely crush it. Only in front of the Knights of Cangshan sect, it's not enough.

Since the beginning of the war between the two armies, Baijie's army has been dead. Even his deputy general was plotted against by the other side one minute after the start of the game. Baijie did not pay attention to it.

After all, the people who have been fighting abroad for many years have taken care of life and death for a long time. The war is merciless and the battlefield is cruel, so it is inevitable that there will be casualties.

If one or two soldiers die, his mentality will collapse. Such a general is doomed to accomplish nothing. However, until now, his army has suffered heavy casualties, and Baijie has reacted fiercely.

Among all the fallen bodies and wounded, it seems that none of them belongs to the other side, that is to say, all the dead are his soldiers! It's true that swords are merciless, but 30000 people don't hurt one person on the other side. That's a bit ridiculous!

Is it ridiculous? It is mainly because Bai Jie's imagination is limited. Can he imagine that the ancient master cleaned up the medicine garden and refined 5000 huilingdan overnight?

What's the concept? At least none of the disciples on the field can be equipped with five huilingdan, that is, the aura they can consume will be five times that of the opposite.

In Bai Jie's impression, the resources of the army are allocated to generals and vanguards, vice generals and other leaders. Ordinary disciples can't enjoy it. Who could have imagined that someone would send back free elixirs, medium-level weapons and high-level spirit beasts to ride.

Don't talk about it. Besides, Bai Jie wants to resign and become a disciple of Cangshan sect. Of course, these are the points he still can't figure out. After all, in his mind, the ancient leader is still an unidentified diehard."Kill!"

"Kill!"

Wu Song leads the team to kill again!

When the number of the other side became smaller, Wu Song and other knights' disciples no longer attacked in a single word, but changed their formation into a small encirclement circle to encircle a small part of the other side.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Lingyan leopard gallops, speed like wind!

In the early days of harvest, when the sword is shining, it's like a good sword!

After this war, the loss is as much as 2000!

After a few back and forth sprints, the casualties of Da Qian have been rising, and the number of deaths has reached half. The original high morale has been decayed in an instant. There is no way. The other side is too strong, and like a group of non tired robots, they rush to and fro without stopping.

They are almost tired and can't lift their guns. However, the disciples of Cangshan sect are more and more brave in fighting, and the gap between them is becoming more and more obvious.

No matter how good Bai Jie's mentality is, he has already realized that he can't let the other party continue to kill like this. He waved the flag angrily, and the remaining thousands of infantry rushed in one after another, and put on a special long weapon with a hook on the top.

This is a weapon specially used to restrain cavalry in war. It is similar to a spear in shape and has a hook on its head, so it is called a crooked spear.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

The infantry raised the crooked spears one after another, and poked toward the spirit beast legs of the secret script on the ground.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Wu Song leads the people to kill again. Although he sees the strange shaped weapon, it is possible to be swept close to the ground. Once caught, he will be surrounded by the enemy, but he is not worried but laughs.

"Looking for death."

"Drag their weapons here."

Brush! Brush! Brush!

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