The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Back to you!"

A trace of anger flashed across Wilmot's face. As his body rolled forward, he threw the two broken swords in his hands fiercely and quickly. The force was so amazing that they arrived in an instant within a short distance.

"Ding! Ding!"

Two crisp sounds were heard, and the two halves of the broken sword were directly chopped into pieces by the Denglong Sword in Qin Yun's hand, and then fell to the ground.

Wilmot looked at his heavy sword with heartache. That was his sword, the highest quality and his favorite sword. He never expected that it would be chopped into pieces by Qin Yun.

"Qin Yun, remember this, sooner or later I will make you pay the price!"

Wilmot glared at Qin Yun fiercely, and then without any hesitation, he rolled forward and got out from under the belly of the warhorse.

He knew that he had no conditions to continue fighting with Qin Yun. It was not only because of his personal combat ability, but also because his army was already extremely exhausted and had to retreat as soon as possible. Otherwise, these troops would be committing suicide.

After Wilmot came out from under the horse's belly, his horse also rushed over from the side.

"Well done!"

Wilmot laughed loudly, grabbed the galloping warhorse, and then pushed his feet hard and jumped back on the horse's back. The horse did not slow down at all and rushed towards the battlefield where Bachmann's army and the army led by Agnes were.

"So this is your escape route!"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows slightly. He was a little careless. He didn't expect Wilmot to have this idea.

He never thought about how to defeat Qin Yun from beginning to end. He only thought about escaping from Qin Yun's men and then commanding the army to retreat.

Now for Wilmot, retreat is the most important thing. They must preserve the existing military strength to have hope. Otherwise, they will be like being trapped in this darkness, with darkness all around them.

Qin Yun shook his wrist, and the cold light of the Denglong Sword flashed in the night and returned directly to the scabbard.

Wilmot is in the past, the most important thing now is to start closing the net!

"Even if the city gates are broken, you still can't escape."

Qin Yun shook his head and smiled, and did not continue to chase Wilmot, because there was no need to continue chasing him.

"Ale, Agnes, it's time to launch a counterattack and let these stupid guys taste our power!" Qin Yun shouted loudly with a confident smile on his face.

The war drums sounded and the flag bearers waved their flags quickly.

Mu Le, who was far away, saw this signal and immediately showed an extremely excited smile, "Brothers, don't hide anything now, counterattack with all your strength!"

Although the previous counterattack by the Shenjiying soldiers was quite fierce, they did not actually use their full strength. It was just a feint attack, the purpose of which was to drain the last bit of vitality from those Bachmann soldiers.

Now that Qin Yun has ordered an all-out attack, there is naturally no need for them to continue hiding.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Shenji Camp attacked suddenly, like tigers and leopards with their fangs fully bared, and launched a fierce attack on the Bachmann soldiers who were defending with all their might.

All of a sudden, the defensive pressure on Bachmann's soldiers increased infinitely, and soon they were so tired that they could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, Wilmot's defensive formation was still quite useful, which was why the Bachmann soldiers were able to continue to hold on after bearing the terrifying offensive pressure of the Shenjiying soldiers.

Otherwise, these Bachmann soldiers, who were exhausted like dogs, would definitely not be able to hold on and would be killed in large numbers by the soldiers of the Shenjiying.

On the other side, Agnes received Qin Yun's order and began to command the army to change its formation.

However, the Bachmann soldiers on this battlefield are still very crazy, but judging from the frequency of their breathing, they are now at the end of their strength and are the type that will lie down after fighting for a while.

"Counterattack!"

Agnes shouted loudly, he could no longer bear it.

Although Cronin and Henry ran away, Bachman was still there. He was one of his enemies. If Bachman hadn't ordered him to be thrown out, no one would dare to listen to Cronin and Henry.

"kill!"

Agnes rushed out first, and the spear in his hand was like a demon that killed people without blinking an eye. He quickly stabbed the crazy Bachmann soldiers to death one by one.

But these Bachmann soldiers continued their frantic attacks without stopping.

Until Wilmot rushed over, "I am Wilmot! Everyone listen up, stop attacking immediately, switch to a defensive formation, and start retreating!"

At this time, those crazy Bachmann soldiers had awakened from their madness. The counterattack launched by the army led by Agnes made them face the reality. Now they had no combat capability and were no match for them at all.

They still wanted to enter the previous state and become like mad wild dogs, rushing forward recklessly, but they found that their bodies were already so exhausted that they could not enter the previous state at all.

Some people even fell to the ground due to exhaustion, unable to stand up and put up any resistance even when the enemy came to attack them. They could only watch helplessly as the enemy killed them.

At this moment, Wilmot's voice was like an alarm bell, instantly waking up the drowsy Bachmann soldiers.

"General Wilmot!"

"General Wilmot, save us!"

Wilmot, who was quite prestigious in the army, immediately became the backbone of those Bachmann soldiers who were in poor condition, just like the last straw for a drowning man.

Wilmot repeated his words again, "Immediately! Form a formation! Retreat with me!"

"Yes!"

Those soldiers, after going crazy, had lost their previous amazing fighting abilities. Their bodies had become extremely heavy and they were completely exhausted.

But driven by the instinct to survive, they followed Wilmot's instructions and quickly changed their formation.

These soldiers had been trained for a long time under Wilmot. At this moment, under Wilmot's command, although their bodies were a little tired, they were still able to quickly form a formation according to their memory.

"very good!"

Wilmot breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could form the battle formation he had trained for, although it would be impossible to reverse the situation of the war, at least retreat would not be a problem.