After surviving by chance, the guards who were still loyal to the ranks of the rioters swung their swords and slashed left and right in the chaos. After a while, they rushed to the edge of the battlefield.

Fortunately, the Rong people almost completely lost their fighting spirit at this time, otherwise it would be impossible for them to bring out this brave and invincible female general with just a few people.

"Xiaolang! Xiaolang!"

Ding Zhi happened to see this scene and screamed in anxiety.

The silver-armored female general who was still surprised and looked back was surrounded by her personal guards and gradually drifted away.

He and Xiao Lang actually did it. In this killing situation of thousands of troops, in front of the Chongcheng cavalry, the silver-armored female general was rescued, and the reward of three levels was within reach.

"Where did the evil come from? Death quickly!"

A flying sword with a dazzling sword light flew from the direction of the Rong people's army formation, and rushed towards the green snake that slaughtered the Rong people's cavalry in a flash, like destroying a native chicken and a tiled dog.

"Ha! Are there no one in the Dawu Dynasty who bullies me? Ommama Hum! Give it to Buddha!"

A loud roar echoed over the battlefield. When the flying sword from the Rong people sorcerer was ten feet away from the green snake, it was fixed in mid-air by a golden light.

The jingling sounded crisply, and Zen Master Dajue held a tin staff, wearing a crown of the Sun Tathagata, and wearing a Jinlan cassock, striding forward to the battlefield.

The Qianzhi Army's strange camp finally moved.

"Thousand Pheasant Army! Advance!"

On the war horse, Yu Hong, the commander of Zhe Chong, raised his sabre and waved his "broken cavalry" forward. The anger that had been holding back for a long time finally had the chance to be fully released.

"Thousand Pheasant Army! Advance!"

Large cavalry and infantry phalanx rushed past the warlocks of the strange camp and entered the battlefield continuously.

The shouts of thousands of people resounded for miles. When they heard the sound of the formation, a new force burst out from the already tired bodies of Ding Zhi and others, and they shouted loudly together.

"Thousand Pheasant Army! Advance!"

"Thousand Pheasant Army?"

Lin Mian, the governor of the Fenglang Dao, was surprised that it was the Qianzhi Army who reacted first and seized the opportunity to start the first. He immediately drew out the long sword from his waist.

"Tell me the order and the whole army will attack!"

The enemy's chief general died, and the flag representing the morale and cohesion of the army fell. When will it take for such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be seized?

From the moment Li Xiaobai threw out the green snake Qingyao, the warrior battle between Feng Xuanguo and Dawu Dynasty began. Over the battlefield, flying swords came and went, and spells such as flames, thunder, earth thorns and sandstorms broke out one after another, and the battle broke out more fiercely than any previous moment.

The soldiers on both sides who were accidentally caught in spells and flying swords were not spared, and they had no ability to resist and turned into a pile of minced meat, scorched corpses, and even bones were not present.

A large penalty area was vacated in the center of the battlefield, becoming an exclusive battlefield for warriors from both countries to fight each other.

The craziest warlock on the battlefield is Ye Qi, who was pulled to the battlefield by the blind old man. He was covered in disguise and was trembling all over. He was afraid of death to the extreme. He was soon scared and collapsed. The persecution paranoia broke out to the extreme instantly.

Ordinary people are mostly silenced or dumb when they are scared and collapsed, but Ye Qi is just like the opposite. They are covered in black air, holding a short sword and pounced at the Rong warlock, shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, go to die! Go to die!"

Suddenly, it turned into a wisp of black smoke without any warning. A strange shadow appeared on the ground in the blink of an eye and appeared at the other party's feet. The shadow transformed into a shape silently condensed again, and a sharp blade with a poisonous blade flashed across the neck of the defenseless warlock like lightning.

Ye Qi's ancestor was a sorcerer who specialized in assassination skills. He made many contributions to Emperor Taizu during the founding of the Dawu Dynasty. He was born and died many times, until he unfortunately died in a dangerous killing game to protect Emperor Taizu. The descendants who were left were highly rewarded by the court. Although they were not one of the eight major clans, their influence in the court was almost the same.

Nowadays, the skills of our ancestors have been passed down and have been learned by this generation of children Ye Qi.

Ye Qi, who started to go crazy, was simply the ghost chou on the battlefield. The more he was afraid, the more crazy he was, and the combat power he exerted was even stronger. Even the warriors of the Dawu Dynasty in the same camp hid far away consciously to avoid being caught by the fish in the pond.

The green snake was unwilling to fight, and flew out of the battlefield with the unconscious Li Xiaobai. Ding Zhi followed closely with the remaining cavalrymen. To this end, their military achievements were enough to offset the previous crime of attacking without authorization.

When the fierce battle reached sunset, the three Eluns (Captains of Ten Thousand Mans) under the Grand Duke of Silver Sword Pa Kelu could no longer control the situation of being decayed. The Rong army dispersed one after another and had to retreat to the Gobi desert. Most of the sorcerers were killed and the rest fled one after another.

The many border troops of the Zhechong Mansion in Fenglang Road chased after hundreds of miles overnight. It was not until the dawn of the sky in the east that all the Rong people who were abandoned and defeated were all rushed into the desolate Gobi desert.

There were only less than two thousand elite cavalry in Feng Xuan Kingdom. Two Eren (Captain of Ten Thousand Man) died in battle on the way to retreat. The only remaining Eren Tamli was seriously injured and protected the panicked Prince Eberka and fled in a panic.

Nearly a thousand cyclones were unable to rush to the long distance due to heavy armor loads. After exhausted, the entire army was exhausted, and one out of ten sorcerers were worshipped by the army.

It is most appropriate to use the word "defeated as a mountain of defeat" to describe this Rong army that invaded the border of Dawu Dynasty. I am afraid that neither the enemy nor us would have expected that the turning point of this battle would be a cavalry who attacked without authorization and a bold "warlock".

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The wolf ran for about 180 miles, from day to night, and from night to day, Prince Ebule's butt never left the horse's back.

Even though they kept changing horses in the middle of the journey, there were countless war horses that died.

A fast horse raised the sand and dust that had not fallen for a long time came towards him.

"Your Highness, there is water in front of you!"

The best war horses are handed over to the best raccoons, and finding oasis and water sources in this Gobi desert is their specialty.

"water?"

Erbulehua, whose lips had already been chapped, was constantly undulating and shaking, and her voice was hoarse and confused. A trace of magic suddenly appeared deep in her pupils, and her voice became louder.

"Where is the water? Go!"

Not only His Highness, but other exhausted Rong people couldn't help but cheer up again when they heard the sound.

"Twelve miles ahead! Come with me!"

The most elite Rong Ren Ranger looked at these defeated generals and suppressed his feelings. He turned his horse's head and led the way for these large groups of people when they were traveling.

The twelve miles away, not far away, not near, perhaps because of the excitement of the rider, the same exhausted war horses struggling to move their four hooves and barely chased after them.

The oasis found by the Ranger was not big, with only a slightly bitter spring water gurgling out, gathering into a small pond about a radius.

Several figures and several horses that had loosened their reins fell nearby. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood. These victims who had turned into corpses were the specialty of this Gobi desert, horse bandits.

However, they unfortunately met the rafter of Feng Xuanguo. They were caught off guard and were killed before they could hold on for two or three rounds. This water source was immediately surrendered.

A group of people rumbled with dust. When they saw the rippling light of water, they immediately rushed over like crazy. People shouted and neighed, rushed to the edge of the water without distinguishing each other, buried their heads in the water and drank them hard.

In the blink of an eye, the shallow bitter spring was flooded by the hungry Rong people and war horses. The people and horses who could not squeeze in were anxious in the outer circle.

Under extreme thirst, even the bitter spring water seemed to become extremely clear and sweet. After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row, Ebulehua, who had been filled with water, got up and left the fountain. The empty space that had just been given up was then filled with others.

He staggered a few steps, sat down under the few jujube trees in this small oasis, and burped a few times. He never thought that he would feel satisfied one day just because he had enough water.

People are always highly adaptable creatures. They can take a breath and get better.

His Highness, who had just suffered a great defeat, looked at the soldiers and war horses fighting for water sources. People were almost the same as livestock, and inexplicably felt like they wanted to cry.

It's so miserable!

Almost at that time, he was full of confidence and thought of defeating the Southern people in a row, seizing a large area of ​​lush and fertile land, making great contributions to Feng Xuan Kingdom, and receiving praise from his father. His proud acceptance came from the envious eyes of his brothers and sisters.

But now, the cruel situation has severely slapped Ebulehua. In a blink of an eye, only less than two thousand cavalry were left in front of him. Even the Silver Sword Grand Duke Lu and the two Eren (Captains of Ten Thousand Man) were broken on the battlefield, forcing him to accept this reality.

The Kushui Spring, which is only two feet deep and only one meter wide, was snatched away by nearly two thousand people in a blink of an eye. In the end, some people could not drink the water and could only lie on the mud pit at the bottom of the spring pool, trying hard to moisten the wet mud, which had been thirsty for a long time.

Fortunately, the spring water still gushed out slowly, and later generations could still drink it.

"Damn Southerners, I, Ebulehua, swore that if I can succeed the throne, I must travel to Tianjing in my lifetime and slaughter three thousand miles. All the lowly Southerners will be slaves and sell them to all directions!"

Not knowing where a force came out, Ebulehua struggled to stand up, holding the date palm tree that was being held by someone, and swearing to the sky.

Before he finished speaking, a rumbling thunder came from the sky, as if this world had witnessed his oath.

"Your Highness! Victory and defeat are common. As long as you wait patiently for the opportunity, there will always be a day of revenge. Don't worry about it like this! Cough, cough!"

The only remaining Elun (Captain of Wanfu) Tamuri tried hard to finish speaking, and couldn't help but feel a little tight and short of breath, and coughed rapidly.

"Tamuri, the southern people are so hateful! I, I didn't expect this to happen!"
Chapter completed!