The flags were waving in the autumn wind on the mountain. As the northern two routes of Xuanfu, Tong Guan, who was the Privy Councilor of the dynasty, stood on the high commanding platform at this time, looking at the military formation coming to the north, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and the small flag with the word "Ling" was quietly inserted on his left hand, dull, and the sound of majestic footsteps began to spread in the field.

"Liao Kingdom...Yan Yun...Tong wants to get it back." The burly and tall figure was as tall as a sharp sword. In the past few years, he came out of the palace and went to the western border to check and balance the Zong Shidao, resisted Xixia and Ping Fang La, and advocated the recovery of Yan Yun. He simply wanted the world to pay attention to his identity as an eunuch, but a living person. But in the past few days, he was a little confused when he recalled the words of the Admiral of the East Factory that night, and even fear arose in his heart.

He leaned to the side, not far behind, in a tent with only a few wooden stakes, a white figure sat there quietly, only he knew in his heart what he saw, "Why tell us this... Isn't it good to simply kill Yan Yun..."

Wow

The desolate horn sounded in front of him, and he turned back to his body. In front of his vision, the blood wave's front line began to contact and rolled up. The tall and majestic body moved, and then pulled out the small flag of the word "Ling" and waved it, and the murderous aura soared into the sky.

In the Baigou River area, the entire lineup began to tentatively extend the edge angle. The Liao people's military formation opposite also acted like the tentacles of a snail, touched it, and then rolled up fiercely, with a high vision, and countless rolled edges evolved into countless fighting between dogs and teeth.

The huge handsome flags on both sides stood still in the back and flicked in the wind, just like two giants playing chess and games. One after another, the team was sent down from Tong Guan's hands. The team in the loss's eyes was replaced, the wounded soldiers were carried to treat, and then a team was added to the death. Then the second row of the preparatory phalanx began to prepare. The generals rode their horses in front of the formation, shouting loudly to encourage the soldiers and telling them how to survive...

Noisy and noisy sounds surround the battlefield. In the mountains behind the Shuaitai, Bai Ning was wearing a white-haired cloak, and the Hunyuan Xuantian Sword was tied around his waist. Facing the mountain wind, silver threads were whispering, as if they were integrated with the white cloak. His eyes were staring at the situation on the entire battlefield, and densely packed people were entangled, hedging, and fighting on the ground like ants. Occasionally, he would say a few words to his subordinates beside him.

"…. Let me think of the scene when I was fighting Liangshan. However, the Liao people are not as difficult as the bandits, so it should be very difficult."

In the fight against foreign races, any martial arts practitioners have more or less anticipated their hearts. Lin Chong held the handle tightly and trembled all over his body, not because he was afraid, but because he saw such a battlefield, a heart that was originally silent in martial arts slowly began to burn.

"Admiral, the war has not been completely opened yet. Now Tong Shumi should just attack tentatively. Both banks of the Baigou River are extremely spacious. In addition, it is autumn, and the water level of the river has dropped significantly. By then, the battlefield will spread out, and the river will probably be filled with people." Lin Chong judged based on his own experience and explained to Admiral Bai, who did not know much about the battlefield.

"Impossible..." Su Ai's silent Gao Duannian shook his head at this time: "Supermi Tong may be suppressing the entire army, but Yelu Dashi over there would not. If it were me, I would choose to retain my strength instead of consuming all the soldiers here. This is his last downfall. If it were anyone, I would not completely suppress it, unless my mind is confused."

"You are talking about me..." Jin Jiu took out his nostrils, then flicked his fingers, spread his hands and said, "I haven't been gambling for a long time... Don't always point to the point of a slap."

Bai Ning raised his silver eyebrows and waved his hand: "Don't talk." At the opposite side of his eyes, several formations suddenly appeared in the Liao people's camp, opening a gap, and a huge human figure was walking with long iron chains, but whistling out with a cavalry of thousands of people.

The galloping horse hooves stomped on the ground and made a rumbling sound, rushing towards the center of the battlefield like a sea of ​​rushing. The man like a giant beast in the lead rushed wildly with a hammer ball, shouting loudly: "...we will drill them through!!!"

The ball hammer with a spike rose up on the upper arm, and then there were several loud bangs. The huge ball hammer suffused into the crowd. The broken shield, broken handle and the human limbs scattered in the sky, and blood mist spread out.

More than a thousand cavalry behind him stepped on the smoke and dust, rumbling in, ramming, and slashing, regardless of the enemy, the figures were hit and kept flying outwards, and then they were trampled by countless horse hooves and stepped into flesh mud, plowing a bloody mark in the chaotic battlefield.

In the military formation behind Wu Chao, someone narrowed his eyes and his eyes were concentrated on the giant rushing in. The Azure Dragon Sword in his hand was swaying. Qin Ming beside him gritted his teeth, grasped the new weapon in his hand, and wanted to rush over.

"Brother Qin... you are not his opponent, or Guan Mou came. Besides, your old injury has not healed."

"Then I'm sorry, brother..."

Guan Sheng nodded, danced his sword and slapped the horse. He rode on the horse like an arrow leaving a string. He knocked away the soldiers in front and rushed towards the giant man. The troops were like a green leaf floating in the sea, and then hit the reef.

The horse's hooves rose.

The sharp blade crossed a trajectory from the sky and smashed it over. The hammer that flew out from the opposite side flew backwards. Qiong Yaonayan shook the iron chain and pulled it off the force of the hammer. When he saw the familiar figure with his fierce eyes, he roared angrily, "It turns out it's you, I'm going to give my General Xiao's life."

The huge figure approached, stretched out his arms and waved his arms, and pounded the iron ball horizontally, covering the opponent's foal and even the other party's seat in the shadow. At that moment, Guan Sheng's eyes suddenly opened, his arms raised the hilt and pushed forward, and his heavy hammer body hit it.

The harsh metal twisted creaking sound rang out, sparks burst out, and the copper rod twisted and began to deform. The red horse under the seat was actually the one with the most force. The four hooves couldn't bear it at all. They knelt on the ground with a wailing cry. Guan Sheng staggered against the opponent's force, and the moment he was thrown off the horse's back, the bent copper rod in his hand suddenly deflected and slashed.

With a bang, he cut off the iron chain linking the ball hammer and fell to the ground. Immediately, before the knife was retracted, Qiong Yao Nayan pinched the back of the Qinglong Sword, lifted the other party up, and threw it into the sky.

He was running, and then he punched him and was about to hit him.

....

And, at this moment.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The drums started to beat. On the Wu Chao commander's platform, Tong Guan pulled out the order flag and waved it again. He began to retreat from the chaotic military formation in front. The troops gathered and then organized the formation to move forward step by step. The dense forests pressed over and completely suppressed the surging Liao cavalry. Many Liao people were stabbed off in the forest that was stabbed over.

The drum sounds had not stopped, but the formation of the Liao army seemed quiet. Yelu Dashi, the commander under the commander, closed his eyes and waited for something. Obviously, his mind was not on the battlefield. The iron-faced general beside him crossed his arms, and the cloak was floating in the wind. Then she heard her father behind her speak: "It's almost done, let them beat the drum, and then let Guo Yaoshi's men go up, and we... retreat."

Behind him, there was a staring at him. A person who wanted to be a human in the Wu Dynasty was also making gestures and whispering: "It's time for us to do it and notify the people behind to burn the food."

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"Under that banner is Yelu Dashi..." Bai Ning tightened the cloak on his shoulders and took steps out.
Chapter completed!