Dark clouds loom over the situation.
To the west of Dashang, war horses galloped. After receiving the news, the Southwest Army, Xuanjia Army, and Rakshasa Cavalry quickly marched towards Chishui.
Neither the Southwest Prince nor his son, nor the King of Triumph, understood why the imperial court gave such an order to let the Commoner King and the remnants of the Rakshasa Army guard Chishui, a broken river that was obviously not important.
"Father, Your Majesty is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife."
In front of the Southwest Army, Zhu Qingge looked at the distance in the direction of Chishui and said in a deep voice, "How could the Rakshasa Army with just over 20,000 soldiers withstand the impact of the Mobei Iron Cavalry on the plains?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
On the side, on the horse, the Southwest King rebuked softly, "Your Majesty may have his own considerations. If the Commoner King and the Rakshasa Army can block the Mobei West Road army in front of Chishui, it will be good for Dashang's overall situation. a good thing."
"Good thing?"
Zhu Qingge sneered, "There are so many places to cross the river, and the Mobei West Road army is not a fool. After eating the Rakshasa army, it will have plenty of time to cross the river. Even if the Rakshasa army desperately resists, the Mobei West Road army can completely cross the river in another place. In the plains, the cavalry can advance, attack, retreat or defend, and the Rakshasa army is the food in people's mouths, and they can eat it whenever they want."
At this point, Zhu Qingge became even more angry and continued, "Besides, there is nothing to defend against a broken river. If we had to have such determination when we defended Baidi City, how could the great merchants have fallen to this!"
"Brother, calm down your anger."
Next to him, Han Chengzhi sighed softly, "Since ancient times, the king has asked his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. There are not many such examples."
"This battle was really cowardly."
Zhu Qingge clenched his hands tightly and said angrily, "We finally won a battle, but now we have to lose a King of Martial Arts. I really don't know what the man from Shou'an Palace is thinking!"
In the previous battle in the Western Territory, thanks to the sacrifice of the Rakshasa Army, the three armies had the opportunity to join forces and severely damage the Tianyu Army. It can be said that the heroes behind the battle in the Western Territory were the Buyi King and the Rakshasa Army.
Unexpectedly, before the hero's blood has dried, he will be forced into a dead end by his own people again.
"Let's not say any more. General Luo Xiao has already led the Rakshasa cavalry to support us. We should seize the time to march, and maybe we can still catch up."
The King of Southwest said something, slapped his horse, and speeded up the road again.
Zhu Qingge suppressed the anger in his heart and quickly followed.
at the same time.
In front of the Chishui River, the army from Mobei West Road pressed forward. Thousands of troops appeared in front of the remnant Rakshasa army.
On the other side of the Chishui River, 19,000 Rakshasa Army officers and soldiers had already crossed the river one after another, looking at the other side with anxiety, grief, and helplessness.
Military orders are like mountains and cannot be violated.
In front of the army on Mobei West Road, Lord Bai Di looked at the four to five thousand veterans of the Rakshasa Army who had stayed on the Chishui side, frowning slightly, feeling quite puzzled.
What is this going to do?
Did he die in vain?
He has sent people to investigate around Chishui. There are no reinforcements or ambushes. There is no problem of the Rakshasa Army spreading suspicion.
There may be one thing. The Buyi King really wants to use these thousands of Rakshasa troops to block the more than 50,000 cavalry of his Mobei West Road army in front of Chishui.
"The commoner king."
Lord Bai Di rode forward, looked at the youngest King Wu of Dashang in front of him, and asked, "Have you had enough life, or do you want to play another trick?"
"Why, the king is afraid?"
In front of the 4,300 veterans of the Rakshasa Army, Huanzhu responded calmly, "If your Majesty is afraid, you can change the route to cross the river."
"Afraid?"
Lord Bai Di smiled coldly and said, "Since the war, I and the Mobei man behind me have never been afraid. On the contrary, it is your Shang Dynasty who has surrendered countless people, and it has opened my Mobei man's horizons. "
"From today on, no more."
Huanzhu responded, reached out and grabbed the spear handed over by the soldiers behind him, and said, "Your Majesty, today is my last battle. Do you dare to fight me alone?"
"The King of Commoners has really made a good plan."
Lord Bai Di was unmoved at all and said calmly, "In the current situation, how can you qualify to be one-on-one with me? The whole army is listening to the order, preparing to charge, and let the commoner king go together!"
"yes!"
In the rear, tens of thousands of Mobei cavalry all took orders, the sound was like a loud bell, deafening.
"Commanders of the Rakshasa Army, form your formation!"
Seeing this, Huanzhu gave the same order and shouted.
"yes!"
Four thousand three hundred veterans of the Rakshasa Army responded in unison, and immediately dropped their heavy shields to the ground and lined up to face the enemy.
"Shining Armor Cavalry!"
In front of the Mobei Iron Cavalry, Lord Bai Di waved his hand, and then, among the thousands of troops, a cavalryman wearing silver armor came out, with a powerful momentum that made people shudder.
Two thousand silver-armored cavalry lined up, their spears sharp and ready to charge into the battle.
In front, on top of the war horse, Huanzhu saw the silver-armored cavalry coming out, his expression darkened, and without any hesitation, he rode forward and rushed forward.
When one person charges into the formation, dust and sand fly, and he is as powerful as a hundred cavalry.
"kill!"
In front of the Mobei Iron Cavalry, Lord Bai Di gave the order, and two thousand silver-armored cavalry rushed out like a torrent, and the earth shook.
A pair of two thousand, a disproportionate numerical difference, even in the five realms, it is impossible to defeat them.
The next moment, Huanzhu rushed into the two thousand silver-armored cavalry on horseback, waving a long spear and knocking off the cavalry one after another.
However, manpower is limited, how can one person shake thousands of troops?
In the middle of the two armies, the figures of both sides crossed each other. Seeing that the silver armored cavalry was about to charge towards the Rakshasa Army soldiers behind him, Huanzhu grabbed a silver armored cavalry and took advantage of the opportunity to fly back. He swept past with the spear in his hand and once again killed dozens of silver armored cavalrymen. The armored cavalryman knocked off his horse.
Baizhang, Huanzhu alone has killed fifty enemies.
The strength of personal combat power is fully demonstrated at this moment.
However, among thousands of troops, the insignificance of individual combat power is also revealed so clearly.
If you kill fifty knights, what will happen? Two thousand silver armors can't even hurt your bones.
Seeing this, Huanzhu appeared with a fine steel fan in his hand. His figure wandered among the thousands of riders, the iron fan passed by, and he took his life ruthlessly.
The fine steel fan is indestructible, and the silver armor, which is indestructible to swords, is as fragile as tofu in front of the fine steel fan.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of tearing clothes, and while the stainless steel fan slit the throat of a silver-armored cavalry, a spear also tore through Huanzhu's armor, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood.
The contest between warriors and elite regular armies has been going on for thousands of years. Each has its own victory or defeat.
However, there is no doubt that the powerful single combat power of the warrior has no advantage with the number and cooperation of the elite regular army.
"King Wu!"
At the rear, the Rakshasa Army officers and soldiers saw anxious looks on their faces when King Wu was injured.
While Huanzhu was fighting the enemy bravely, a strange figure appeared in front of the Mobei army. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The black bow burst out with astonishing momentum, directly locking the commoner king among thousands of troops.
