Chapter 90 (1/2)

All Hu Jun's faces were as pale as ashes.

In addition to the roar of the king of Mexico's iron horse running, they heard the rumble of war drums. Otherwise, it is the voice of the king of Mexico's army.

Fear, fear with a strong smell of death.

They rushed towards Hu Jun and rushed to him.

The ferocious cavalry is getting closer and closer.

A murderous face, a wild and fierce war horse.

The roar, the wheezing of the war horse, was clearly audible.

Hu Jun's formation began to loosen. Finally, facing the three thousand people array of King Mo's iron cavalry, he began to panic, but there was nowhere to retreat.

Nayan Shiyou saw the danger.

Duan ganguanshi shouted with a shrill and terrible cry. Duan ganguanshi couldn't believe it was his own cry.

”Top up, command the front row to top up...”

”Shoot... Shoot...”

”Put... Put...” Na Yanshi gave a series of military orders, regardless of Duan Gan's view of the stone.

The roar kept on, the cry kept on, the war drum kept on, and the heralds ran frantically in the queue.

The long arrow roared out and tore the spring breeze, ”Shua... Shua... Shua...”

In an instant, the sky was full of long arrows, like a thick dark cloud, flying head-on to the oncoming iron cavalry army of the ink king.

King Mo's soldiers were well-trained and raised their round shield almost at the same time.

”Speed up, speed up...” Lou Hongfang, as a cavalry general, lay all over his horse and shouted desperately.

The shrill horn rang through the battlefield.

The long arrow fell.

The shrill and shrill cry was creepy.

One after another, soldiers were shot and fell off their horses. The sound of the long arrow nailed to the round shield was dense and dull, like a violent hail.

Three rounds of arrows.

Nayan Shiyou's eyes suddenly opened.

Duan Gan watched the stone step back in horror.

There was a loud bang.

The two armies are in contact. The cavalry soldiers swept away thousands of Hu troops as quickly as the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves.

flood.

devour.

The helpless and weak Hu soldiers watched as they were drowned by the iron cavalry and trampled by the rolling iron cavalry. There was nothing left except a scream before they died.

Just then, after the cavalry and before the infantry, a column of light cavalry came out.

Xiao mubai, the king of ink, took the lead. His sword stabbed through the cold wind and pointed directly at Duan Ganguan stone.

Thousands of people behind him rode lightly to escort him. The Hu people in front of him fell down in batches. In the twinkling of an eye, the horses and people were splashed with bright red and still steaming blood.

The flesh and blood blurred body rolled around under the trample of the war horse, with broken limbs and arms and sand, and the blood danced under the horse's hooves.

Xiao Mu flew lightly with his white clothes, lightly touched the horse's body with his toes, suddenly raised his Qi and jumped up, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air resounded through the sky.

From top to bottom, the electro-optic flint directly hit the spine of Duan Ganguan stone.

Duan Gan watched the stone ”hissing” and took a breath of cool air. He bent down and flashed across Xiao mubai from the sky.