At the end of August, the situation in the north gradually became more and more tense as autumn gradually approached.

The Jin people pushed the westward and were about to approach the city of Yanjing. After the Battle of Budagang, 700,000 troops were defeated, completely laying the foundation for the defeat of the Liao Kingdom. In the true sense, the generals who could still fight were the Yanmen Pass, Hejian Prefecture, and Jingzhou area bordering the Wu Dynasty.

The hot water in the north has long faded away. In the sun, there is no warmth. The weeds everywhere are covered with yellow and slightly sagging their heads. Then they step over and walk out a path.

In a place called Heyao Mountain, someone was running among the forests. Then a feather arrow came over and his figure suddenly fell to the ground. Then several people came over with crossbows on their backs, pulled out the arrows, covered the bodies simply, made a gesture to each other, and touched further forward, and the battle in the dark began to start again.

The marching cavalry team quietly crossed the stream and headed towards the gap in the mountain. The surroundings were moving, and various messages would be conveyed from time to time.

"The opponent's squadron has been almost cleaned up... In the past, this mountain was thirty or forty miles away, and was at the important entrance of Lulongling. It was to guard against Xinxingzong's Western Route Army. This... it can be achieved with great achievements."

"Well... Take Xiao Gan and we will leave at once, otherwise the Liao general Guo Pharmacist on the other side will react and it will be too late to leave when he falls."

One left and one right, the two riders were talking. Then, they arrived at the pre-set hidden place. Guan Sheng sat quietly on the horse's back, closed his eyes, and the red horse under the seat stepped on the spot twice, a little anxious, shook his head a few times, and two white air spurted out from its nose.

The Qinglong sword was hanging, Guan Sheng moved, stretched out his hand to pat its neck, letting it be quiet for a while, and its long beard floated in the wind. He said, "Yelu Dashi can't shake it. Xiao Gan probably wouldn't have thought that our inconspicuous army would come here hundreds of miles."

Next to him, Qin Ming untied the mace tied to the side of the horse and held it in his hand. He raised his sight slightly. Clouds flowed in the sky, and the sky was shining brightly. Under the sky, the camp tents of thousands of people were laid not far away. The black-bottomed and red-sided flag was standing in the air in the air and flicked in the wind. In the middle of the camp, the huge camp tent was in his sight.

"Brother, don't worry, just hold Xiao Gan's head... Brother, guard the rear for you... and light the fire. If things are done, I hope Xin Xingzong can see... If you bring troops here, the situation on the West Road will be opened."

The next moment, Guan Sheng opened his eyes, his arm tilted, and the tip of the knife pressed down, and the murderous aura began to spread. He shouted in a deep voice: "I hope this is the case, the time is almost over, let's go!!"

Qin Ming also turned over the horse at this moment, and the white cloth towel wrapped around the handle of the mace in his palm. He bit and pulled it, tightened it, and grabbed it. The horse under his crotch shook its hooves and took a step down.

Behind him, cavalrymen pulled away their disguises and remained silent. The horse's hooves slowly moved, stomped on the soil, stepped out and flipped up the soil, and then the earth woke up from the silence.

The rumbling vibration made a deafening sound of horse hooves trampling. At that moment, everyone raised their weapons and roared with murderous aura.

The black dragon rolling like a wave, roaring with the wind, and the horse roared, and rushed forward to the towering camp gate. As he galloped, the general who was as tall as a date, roared lowly and galloped, "Brother Qin..."

Qin Ming was also speeding with his mace. He didn't look back when he heard the sound. His eyes were gathered on the gate. A cavalry flew past him, curly hair and red beards, and holding a long-handled steel knife, and also rushed to the first row.

"I'll open the way for my brother first!" The rider roared, and took out the longbow on his back and shot out a continuous arrow. Several Liao soldiers from the gate recovered a little, and their figures fell on their chests and were shot to the ground. Qin Ming's horse's hooves were swept wildly. When he approached, a "ah ah ah" roar broke out from his mouth. He grabbed the mace with his arms and raised them high. The moment the horse's hooves hit the gate, the thick rod body was heavily hit.

A huge explosion sounded, and the gate scattered and opened. The sound of horse hooves behind him approached quickly. The figure in green soap robe and armor flashed, flew past his sight, and crashed into the body of the Liao soldiers who were rushing over. The green dragon sword shone with a cold light, and scarlet blood sprinkled out a long track.

Afterwards, more cavalrymen rushed in with their guns, and the weapons and weapons collided, sparking out; the sound of weapons and bodies piercing into the flesh intertwined and killed, and sounded as they advanced forward. The sudden attack directly opened the Liao soldiers who rushed over from the camp and rushed to the commander's tent in the camp.

For a moment, the two thousand black cavalry stabbed into the opponent's heart like a sharp knife. Dark red blood and corpses were intertwined. Guan Sheng half of his body was stained with the enemy's blood, and he was still advancing towards the rushing troops like a crowd. Xuan Zan and Hao Siwen followed closely behind him.

"After this battle, Guan wanted to keep his name in history!"

"kill"

The long beards were raised in the air, and the green dragon waved across the sky. A Liao army general and his shoulders split into two sections. With his eyes, a man standing in front of the commander's tent stood like a mountain, and they were close to each other.

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On the side, Qin Ming took a breath. He had spent a lot of effort to smash the gate of the camp before. At this time, Guan Sheng had already rushed in with more than a thousand cavalrymen, and he had to defend here and keep his retreat. Otherwise, the way he would be blocked by the Liao army and two thousand people would be surrounded by tens of thousands of people.

In a trance, he thought for a moment, and the sound of breaking through the air came over. Qin Ming immediately jumped off the horse's back. A black iron chain was waving in his crossing field of vision, and the iron ball covered with spikes hit him horizontally. With a bang, the war horse under his seat made a wailing cry during the contact, and instantly flew out in a blurry way. He kicked the four hooves towards the sky, but stopped moving.

Under the light, the fighting sounds of the Liao army suddenly became violent. A huge figure, with its arm wheel, spread a crowd of people, and punched a horse on the head, smashing the whole horse to the ground. Wu Chao cavalry fell off the back of the horse and rolled it out for a moment, and the other party stepped on his chest and stepped on it to death.

The gray-white plush embedded in the collar armor and swayed gently with the wind. Half of the naked body was filled with the explosive power of muscles. The giant looked at Qin Ming, pulled the iron chain wrapped around his arm and dragged it forward, moving forward and pressing forward like a sea of ​​rushing.

The hammer filled with iron spikes flew across. Qin Ming pinched the copper handle and swung it out hard. The hammer and rod hit it together, and the muscles of his arms twisted and bulged. The fierce impact force made his arms tremble wildly. He couldn't help but retreat backwards, and then fell to the ground and rolled around.

Qin Ming spit out a mouthful of blood foam, feeling his whole head buzzing, his arms ached even more. He stood up with a mace, and his body shook. Obviously, the other party's strength was astonishingly strong.

Someone rushed over and stabbed him with a gun.

Qin Ming leaned to the side, raised his hand and smashed a Liao man who wanted to attack. Blood hit his head, dyed half of his face red, and then roared with a ferocious roar. "Let's name"

The giant-like body came over, the hammer swayed on the chain, looking down at the enemy, and his Chinese words sounded like a bell in the sky of this camp.

"Mr. Wu Chao, remember that I, Naiqiong, is a man of evil spirits."
Chapter completed!