Bi Da is a pioneer officer.
The soul figure in the Persian army, second only to Anjou.
When Bi Da died, the morale of the army was in chaos.
The two hundred thousand Persian army was like headless flies, running around without any plan.
Today, they are exactly the same as Rumich's 200,000-strong army. They are even more panicked.
Although Anjo is extremely strategic, he also needs soldiers to obey his orders.
Now, everything is in chaos.
Two hundred thousand troops were trapped in a narrow snow valley, with no way to the sky and no way to the earth.
Once a person is misled, he is doomed.
An Jiao's command was ineffective. Looking at the corpses one after another, he felt not only regret but also annoyance.
He didn't expect that, with Rumich's lesson learned, he would be killed by Yan Qi again in the snow valley.
Is it my own incompetence or the will of heaven?
Or is it because Yan Qi is extremely clever?
Anjo originally thought that if the 200,000 troops could use their arms and fingers and commanded properly, at least 100,000 troops could escape.
However, from the current point of view, this is not just an arm and a finger, it is clearly a group of demons dancing wildly.
Ineffective command.
Everyone fights.
Anjo bit his lip.
I have no choice but to take care of myself.
Among the 200,000 troops, 20,000 were his direct henchmen.
For the current plan, only 20,000 people can be taken out.
An Tiao raised his spear high: "Listen to my order, stab the corpse with the spear, hold it high above the head, and form a wall of corpses. Follow me and escape out of the valley! Remember, don't be too fast, maintain your formation, and don't mess up, otherwise, we and others will all Die."
Most of the Persian soldiers were in a panic and did not follow Anjo's command at all.
But the 20,000 henchmen were obedient and immediately tied up the corpse with spears and held it high above their heads.
The 20,000 Persian troops formed a wall of corpses and followed An Tiao, rushing towards the outside of the snow valley.
Although it was far away from the outside of the snow valley and very close to the inside, Anjo did not dare to charge inside.
Because there was Leng Youxue’s Flying Sword Army inside.
The flying arrow is too powerful.
More than a dozen rounds of arrows were fired at him, which would undoubtedly lead to death.
Anjo used corpses to form a wall of flesh. Although his movements were slow, he was extremely effective.
The gravel rolled down and hit the lifted body.
The corpse was smashed to pieces, but the Persian soldiers hiding underneath could save their lives.
Yan Qi nodded: "An Tiao has an idea. He can make quick wits out of desperation. It's very good. It's really good. It seems that the only option is to throw kerosene bottles. Hey, I wanted to save these kerosene bottles, but now I see no chance. ”
"Guan Ming, throw the bottle of fire oil and give them something powerful."
"yes!"
Guan Ming ordered the army to throw a thousand fire oil bottles.
Click, click!
The bottle of fire oil was thrown down and the silver bottle exploded.
The flames burst into flames.
Encountered an oily corpse.
It suddenly burned into a fire.
A fire broke out in the snow valley.
Fire shot into the sky.
This is bad.
Bodies burned.
Anjo's wall of flesh was destroyed in an instant.
Anjo watched helplessly as the body being lifted up was being suffused with flames and the smell of meat was coming from him. How could he hold it up?
"It's over, it's completely over."
Anjo didn't expect that the fire oil bottle could burn in the cold snow valley.
Aren't kerosene bottles afraid of snow and water?
Violate the laws of nature?
hateful!
Anjo's body wall completely failed.
Twenty thousand confidants suddenly became like birds and beasts and dispersed.
Some were hit by stones, and some were burned by fire.
Anjo has no choice.
When disaster strikes, we all fly away.
It's up to the individual to take care of themselves.
Seeing that the situation was over and there was no chance of recovery, Anjo sighed sadly, held a spear in his hand, activated his internal power, dodged left and right, and fled out of the valley.
His martial arts skills are extremely high.
If he wanted to just escape by himself, no matter whether it was fire or gravel, there was no fatal threat to him.
An Tiao fled all the way.
Hearing the tragic wailing behind him, Anjo felt as if his heart was filled with despair.
At this moment, his heart broke.
Although he claimed to be the first general of Persia, he was powerless to deal with the defeat.
Anjo was ashamed and shameful.
At this moment, although his body was not harmed.
However, the soul is already dead.
An Jiao gritted his teeth, ran all the way, and finally escaped from the snow valley.
Looking back at the blazing snowy valley and hearing the shrill wails, Anjo felt heartbroken.
The knees went weak.
Anjo knelt in front of the snow valley: "Incompetent, it's me who is incompetent!"
Whoosh!
In the snow valley, a dark shadow jumped down.
It turned out to be Yan Qi!
Against the background of the raging fire, Yan Qi is majestic and majestic, like a god of fire coming to earth.
"Yan Qi!"
Anjo roared angrily.
He didn't expect that Yan Qi would chase him all the way.
Yan Qi pouted: "As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, you only care about one person escaping. Are you embarrassed?"
An Jiao's face turned red.
Not running away?
What can be done?
There is no way to save the day.
An Tiao raised his spear high and glared at Yan Qi: "Yan Qi, you lose."
Yan Qipi
He curled his lips: "Why did I lose?"
An Tiao said: "I am the best master in Persia. If you don't know whether to live or die, and you come after me rashly, you will definitely die under my spear."
"Haha, although my Persian army of 200,000 died in the snowy valley, as long as you die under my gun, it is all worth it. An army of 200,000 is nothing, there are many people in Persia, but you Yan Qi, There is only one Hua. All in all, if I kill you, I will still make a profit, and a big profit."
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "You are no match for me in reciting poems and writing poems, and the same goes for martial arts. Oh, by the way, I found that you are quite good at talking."
"Stop talking nonsense and take a shot from me."
An Jiao wielded his spear and swept across Yan Qi.
Yan Qi Lingbo took a slight step, holding a military thorn in his hand, and stabbed An Tiao in the throat.
Anjo was startled, and at the critical moment, he ducked out of the way.
Breaking out in a cold sweat.
He didn't expect Yan Qi's martial arts to be so high.
An Tiao did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He waved his spear and sealed Yan Qi two meters away.
Yan Qi's army had a thorn in their hand, and they found the right opportunity to bully them and attack them in a sneak attack.
If the sneak attack fails, dodge immediately to avoid being swept away by the gunfire.
An inch long, an inch strong.
An inch short, an inch dangerous.
The two fought fiercely for more than fifty moves, with no outcome in sight.
Yan Qi didn't expect An Tiao to be so powerful.
This kung fu is far better than Ye Ge's.
Compared with Moss, it is not much better.
An Jiao was also extremely shocked.
He couldn't figure out how Yan Qi could have such superb martial arts at such a young age.
When Anjo was a young boy, he had an unexpected encounter and received help from a mysterious master, and he developed a mysterious martial arts.
He is also the number one master in Persia.
I originally thought that Yan Qi would die if the two of them fought.
But who would have thought that it would be on par with him.
Anjo became more and more anxious as he fought, sweating profusely.
Yan Qi looked very relaxed: "Anjo Dabek, your martial arts is better than your poetry, but it's not much better. Don't you want to kill me? You should kill me, don't always talk. "
An Jiao was furious: "So what if I can't kill you? Can you kill me?"
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "That's natural, I have helpers."
"helper?"
Anjo was startled: "Where?"
Yan Qi smiled slightly: "Be there soon."
Whoosh!
Yan Qi just finished speaking.
A white shadow appeared thirty meters away.
It's Leng Youxue.
Leng Youxue bent her bow and shot at the moon, aiming at An Tiao.
An Tiao is like a thorn in the back.
"Oops!"
