The flames were raging in the night sky.

The entire Jin Dynasty military camp was in full swing, and more and more soldiers wearing armor had already walked out of the tent, and the barracks on the left and right flanks began to gather troops to rush towards this side.

The shocked Haidongqing spread her wings and flew into the sky, making a terrifying cry from afar.

News came from the Central Military Camp.

"Wuyan Chaoli was killed?" Wanyan Zongwang, who received the news, stopped dispatching and was stunned for a moment, "This idiot... actually competed with the other party in martial arts... It was really a smooth journey to fight. I really thought that there was no one in the Wu Chao." A terrifying scene of how a long spear flew down from the city wall when the sun attacked the city. If it was a little more accurate, what would be the consequences, which made him feel cold.

"If you pass the order, don't fight alone with the generals of the Wu Dynasty, the people of the Jianghu Lake!"

After thinking for a while, the order was issued. Soon Wanyan Zongwang turned his horse to the head and personally led his subordinates out of the central army camp to the front, but there was already a huge chaos. Blood was flowing under the red flames. The iron hooves plowed out blood marks in this camp. They woke up from their sleep in panic. Before they could organize their formation, the Jurchens were broken by the Wuchao cavalry that rushed towards him, and the organization was broken again.

The cavalry on the war horse had already abandoned their spears and rushed over with steel knives. Thousands of sword lights were mixed, and people kept falling off their horses. Guan Sheng wiped off the flesh on his face, stopped the horse's hooves and turned around. The Jurchen soldiers who had previously scattered had begun to form formations. Many Wuchao cavalry had no time to restrain the impact and rushed directly into the dense infantry formation and hit hundreds or thousands of sword lights. In an instant, the flesh and blood burst and splashed, and the war horses scattered to the ground, and the figure never got up again.

"Happy Xuanzan, what's wrong with him!"

There were only a few seven or eight hundred Wuchao cavalry left, and Guan Sheng called Han Shizhong to rush to the trench camp not far ahead. The scattered wreckage of the equipment spread all the way, and the flames were burning in pieces, and the vision extended forward. Xuan Zan, who arrived here first, was entangled by the enemy at this moment. He could not kill the opponent even if he rushed left and right, but only a few could set fire.

"Why not set fire"

"What are you still entangled at this time?!" Guan Sheng rushed to him, his eyes roaring with bloodshot eyes.

Xuan Zan turned his horse's head and pointed at the Jurchen soldiers who were entangled in the horse team over there, and shouted excitedly: "Don't I want it? But there are not enough turbulent oil... There are too many catapults... Brother... We failed... Take the brothers out and I'll come to the palace behind!"

The horse's heads intertwined, and a slap came over.

A crisp sound was between the two of them, and Guan Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a bloody feeling, it's sprinkled. Why bother to be a little daughter? We brothers have been going to die together for many years."

"Hello brother! I'll die with my brother today."

Xuan Zan wiped the corners of his eyes, nodded fiercely, shouted at the horse, raised his long-handled sword, and waved it fiercely, "Brothers, today..."

The blade cut off an enemy skull, "...Die here together!"

In the front, the entangled Wuchao cavalry heard the sound and remained silent for a moment. They all abandoned the inconvenient spear, jumped off the horse's back, pulled out the steel knife from their waists and swung it towards the enemy beside them, making a hysterical roar, and bared their teeth.

"kill"

More than a thousand Wuchao soldiers yelled neatly, huddled with each other and killed them into a sea of ​​blood. Guan Sheng, Han Shizhong, Xuanzan and others rushed around with a small number of cavalry, pushing the enemy backwards several times...

In the same camp, Li Wenshu on the other side, the soldiers led by Hao Siwen, encountered another Jurchen enemy at the entrance of the Jianghu people's camp. Qin Mian's scalp was numb and kept pulling Su Wanling back and cursing: "I... grass! Junior sister is about to retreat, I can't stop it from behind..."

When Hao Siwen's troops set fire in the camp, most of the people in the martial arts world wandered around the entrance of the camp to pick up some missing orders to kill. At first, it was fine, but as the Jurchen troops coming from another camp were pressing forward, they rushed forward blindly with their martial arts skills, but then they resisted for a moment.

He collapsed all over and fled in scattered...

Thousands of cavalry with great strength were crushed in a row and launched a massacre, and even dragged Hao Siwen's three thousand infantry into the whirlpool of killing.

"Don't mess around, Li Wenshu"

Hao Siwen rode a horse and stopped the blood-filled young man, "Don't run around, organize formation... organize formation!" Afterwards, he quickly commanded the remaining infantry to fill it up quickly, and the remaining personal soldiers also called up to resist the Jurchen soldiers coming and stabilize the gang of people in the martial arts world.

Outside the camp wall, Duobali was also a Jurchen general. A terrifying scar on his face was like a centipede crawling. He turned his head, "Zong Wang said he would not be with the generals of the Martial Chronicle, and the Jianghu people fought alone. Now it seems that these people are indeed different from the Martial Chronicle in the past, so just yell the trumpet and use the tactic of the crutch horse!"

The personal soldiers beside him picked up the horn and blew it up.

....

Shortly after the order was issued, another Jurchen cavalry who had arrived to reinforce the camp, who had more than a thousand people, encountered a tough idea.

The green flag is shaking.

Arrows with dark green light were lined up on the bowstrings, and about a hundred soldiers of the Sun and Moon God Sect raised their arms and pointed at the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards them.

"Let" the next second, someone waved the flag.

The bowstring trembled and made a buzzing sound. Hundreds of feathered arrows swished across the night sky and rushed into the front row of the opponent's array. The arrows entered the flesh and blood splattered. Several cavalrymen were caught in the arrows and overturned to the ground. In the darkness of the fire, more cavalry rushed over from behind.

The moment the archer shot the arrow, he immediately retreated back. Another fiery red flag appeared. The culprit soldiers holding iron spears stepped forward and stood obliquely. The handle and tail pressed against the ground and inserted into the soil.

Then, with a golden order flag, he waved at the same time. A scholar soldier holding a knife and shield appeared on the side of the spear, raising his shield and raising his sword. Looking at this scene, Shi Bao frowned, "Five Elements Flag?"

Deng Yuanjue nodded and waved his hand suddenly: "Kill!"

As the ground shook, the cavalry that was quickly crushing over also poked out their weapons at the same time. The sword, shield and gunmen standing at the forefront all started to stance at this moment. As the cavalry as they were charging closer and closer, five hundred people yelled out their teachings.

"The blazing and holy flame burns my body, only the light is gone."

"All evils are endless, all body flames"

The galloping horse hooves over there stepped over, and the spear hit the horse's neck. The sword and shield soldiers rushed forward with their shields. The spear stabbed over and thrust over, and the spear hit the shield and bounced open.

Retract the shield, step, and swing the knife.

The soldiers slashed over the horse's legs, and the sound of the knife was heard entering the flesh. The horse's forelimbs was sprinkled with blood, and its huge body began to tilt, and the figure above flew up and was thrown out.

The horse's voice was sad and hissed

Boom!! One war horses fell to the ground, and the huge impact force made them roll when they fell to the ground. The golden flag wielding swords still rushing in the gap between the cavalry. The small blue flag behind them swayed. A man holding a short blade rushed out of the position of the spearmen and killed the Jurchen cavalry who had not yet died on the ground and wanted to get up one by one. His hand speed was extremely fast as if he was harvesting crops.

Deng Yuanjue raised his Zen Staff and looked at Shi Bao who was silent on the side, "Come back, the Ming Cult is still there, but now it is called the Sun and Moon God Sect. Although the leader is a woman, he has high martial arts skills and his methods are not weaker than men, and he will not insult us."

Over there, the silent man shook his head and put down the splattering knife on his shoulder, "I am living a good life now. I have lived enough of fighting and killing."

The monk looked at the sky ignited by the flames, took a breath, and then patted him on the shoulder: "Then go back now. Since you have withdrawn, don't come in. Don't get your hands dirty. Be an ordinary person."

"I'll do your part for you." He lifted the Zen stick, and he suddenly roared sadly, and the corner of the monk's robe rolled up. "The leader has ordered that the Jurchens bully me, the mountains and rivers, and the people regard us as pigs and dogs. Today, they will rush straight to the formation of the central army, so that they can see the majesty of the Divine Cult!"
Chapter completed!