Although the Zonghengdao people were still actively resisting and trying to kill two hundred cavalry from various places, their cooperation and understanding of battlefield fighting were far behind the Han army and were not at the same order of magnitude.

The war situation has begun to tilt, showing a one-sided trend.

Suddenly, the mist billowing beside the Han army became thicker and thicker, and the energy was connected like a giant snake, rushing forward and back inside the Zonghengdao Mountain Gate.

Every time there is an impact, someone will fall in a pool of blood.

Song Ran, Qu Jun, and Yue Rao never expected that after arriving a little late, the battle seemed to be almost over.

The three of them sat on the horse with their mouths open.

The two hundred Han troops seemed to have surrounded the more than a thousand people in Zonghengdao, constantly encroaching on their opponents.

But at this moment, deep in the Zonghengdao Mountain Gate, a powerful energy surged up.

A voice shook the whole place: "Attack my mountain gate and kill my disciples. You and the Han army deserve to die!"

Huo Qubing shouted the order: "Yao move, change the formation, poke and break the attack!"

"only!"

Huo Qubing called out to Yao Zhao, who was commanding the troops on the field, but the two hundred cavalrymen agreed in unison!
Chapter completed!