His dream is just one step away, and the obstacle is ahead.

"kill!"

Two long knives intertwined.

Lin Feibao wanted to help, but Ning Yayun killed an enemy who wanted to attack Yang Xuan with one sword. She shook her head and said, "Let him come."

"The prince must not take risks!" If he had not known that the conflict between Ning Yayun and the false emperor of Chang'an was irreconcilable, Lin Feibao would have smashed it with an iron rod at this moment.

"Many times, you have to defeat your opponent with your own hands in order for a person to transform." Ning Yayun watched the two fighting and took the tail from her back with her left hand.

More than ten ancient people from Sheshe came one after another, wanting to surround and kill Yang Xuan.

"We agreed to fight alone." Ning Yayun said calmly. With a shake of her hand, the hair on her tail exploded, and the hair on her ponytail spread out, then flew out.

The dozen or so enemy soldiers who rushed over covered their faces with their hands and howled miserably as they fell off their horses.

grass!

Lin Feibao couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine as he thought about the consequences of being hit like this. But when he saw the bare wooden handle in Ning Yayun's hand, he couldn't help but want to laugh again.

The two of them were watching the battle from the side.

Asibao's brave and continuous attacks, the long sword hit him hard again and again, and it seemed that Yang Xuan could only parry but could not fight back.

The inner energy circulated within the body for a while, and it was so strong that Yang Xuan was surprised.

He has been practicing regularly for many years, and he refuses to give up even if he is mediocre. Today, although his force value is still crushed by his wife, the richness of his inner breath surprises him.

He raised his knife and immediately fought back.

After several consecutive blows, Asibao was forced to switch from offense to defense.

In just a moment, Asibao looked in danger.

"King, let's go!"

Just when Yang Xuan was about to chop Asibao into pieces, a guard rushed over and blocked him.

With blood splattering everywhere, Asibao turned around and ran away.

The flag also fled, but the strong autumn wind blew the flag back and forth, and the huge force generated caused the flag bearer to lean back and the war horse was overwhelmed.

Yang Xuan rushed forward and cut off the flagpole with one knife.

The flag fell.

"Wan Sheng!"

A burst of cheers erupted from the Northern Xinjiang army.

Yang Xuan raised his sword and leaped on his horse, "The whole army attacks!"

The flag waved.

"All troops attack!"

Without leaving a reserve team, anyone who thinks he can kill the enemy, even a cook, can pick up a weapon and go after him. Anyone who achieves success will be credited.

The soldiers cheered and chased after him.

The civilians accompanying the army cheered and followed behind to pick up the leaks. When they encountered the lone enemy soldiers, they were in groups of three or five, and they attacked with a flurry of swords.

"Kill the enemy!"

Chen Huagu, a famous doctor in northern Xinjiang, asked his disciples to stay and treat the injured, but he drew his sword and ran away.

"Master, you are a doctor!" the disciple shouted.

Chen Huagu said as he ran: "I have been following the Duke for many years. Wherever the Duke is, I will be there!"

Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Let the ancient Shegu people like the dogs see that doctors can save people, but they can also kill people!"

The whole battlefield was in chaos.

The Shegu army was fleeing in all directions.

The soldiers of the Northern Liao Dynasty ran the fastest, and they ran very loosely, just like herding sheep, running around the world.

But the Shegu people were different. They followed Asibao and gathered together.

The soldiers who surrendered in the Northern Liao Dynasty did not dare to look back at all, but the Shegu people were different. When the pursuers approached, they would divide their troops to intercept them, and the others fled with Asibao.

"Failed!"

The soldiers who surrendered from Northern Liao were shouting.

"When will we surrender?"

A soldier dropped his long sword and asked.

"I'm waiting for you!"

More and more soldiers are shouting.

He Lianrong followed Yang Xuan closely, "My lord, it's time to surrender."

"Hey! I actually forgot." Yang Xuan's eyes turned red and he slapped his forehead, "Surrender!"

"Those who abandon their swords and kneel down will not be killed!"

When the familiar voice came, the soldiers of the Northern Liao Dynasty either stopped or dismounted, dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at anyone.

At this time, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army were all jealous. As soon as you raised your head, they thought you wanted to resist and killed you with one knife without any discussion.

There is nothing that cannot be killed at this time, and even if you die, your death will be in vain.

Suddenly, people were kneeling everywhere in the wilderness.

"Get out of the way!"

The pursuing sergeants kicked away the surrendered soldiers blocking the way and continued their pursuit.

Viewed from a high altitude, more than 10,000 cavalrymen were galloping towards the north, followed closely by more than 20,000 cavalrymen. Fighting broke out between the two sides head to tail, and the fleeing party kept falling off their horses.

After leaving behind three groups of people in a row, Asibao saw Deji.

Deji gathered hundreds of defeated troops, raised his sword, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, let's go!"

"Deji!"

Asibao was swept past and he glanced back.

Deji stood in front and rushed over on horseback.

He is a monk.

He was bald and looked at Deji with eyes filled with hatred and ferocity.

One knife.

The pale head rolled down.

"Deji!"

The old man who was both a teacher and a friend is gone.

There were more tears in Asibao's eyes.

"I swear, I will come back again!"

Asibao said: "The Chang'an army is attacking Northern Xinjiang, as well as the Southern Xinjiang army. Northern Xinjiang will never have peace. We will return to the mountains and forests to re-train our warriors there.

I will take you and others to conquer those tribes and reorganize the Shegu army.

When we come out of the mountain again, I swear, we will pay back what we experienced today ten times and a hundred times! I swear!"

The eyes of those Shegu people were a little more angry.

Just before, they looked at Asibao with unkind eyes.

If it weren't for the need for a leader to provide unified command at this moment, Asibao was sure that he would have been abandoned by these people.

"I swear!"

Asibao looked back at Yang Xuan, who was chasing after him, and said through gritted teeth: "Your wife and children will become slaves. If you can't do this, I will sink forever..."

"King!"

Someone in front exclaimed. Asibao turned around and saw thousands of cavalry approaching from the left front.

The leading general was shouting.

"Zhen Siwen is here, Asibao, die!"

Lin Shu!

It’s over!

Asibao was willing to escape not because he was afraid of death, but because he still had elites on his wings.

As long as he unites his forces, he can escape pursuit. The Northern Xinjiang Army will definitely not pursue Zhenbei City with its main force, so he still has a chance to calmly deal with it.

"Run to the right."
To be continued...