Will the soldiers of the Southern Regions go to save Fang Zheng?

Of course not.

Because, the order they received was to cooperate with the demon clan and surround the Great Xia soldiers at the gate of the Han Ape Department, then, they may not necessarily obey the order of the young master of the demon clan, but at least they will not deliberately disobey it.

However, these Southern Regions soldiers who came out of the Valley of the Wind did not represent the thoughts of all Southern Regions warriors.

If there is an army at the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, it can cross the nearly 50,000 soldiers in Great Xia and the hundreds of thousands of troops in the Southern Regions without any hindrance......

That was undoubtedly the five hundred silver-horned wolf riders led by Teng Shisheng.

The sergeants of Great Xia saw with their own eyes that Fang Zhengzhi led the Silver Horned Wolf Ride and broke through the Wind Valley Heavenly Danger Peak, how could they possibly attack the Silver Horned Wolf Ride?

And the soldiers of the Southern Regions will not, because the Silver Horned Wolf Rider is the most elite cavalry in the Southern Regions, representing the majesty of the Princess of Mountain Rain.

From the moment the Great Xia sergeant was surrounded and the soldiers of the Southern Regions appeared, Teng Shisheng had been like an outsider without making any sound.

Because, no one is going to hit him at all.

Even if there were a bunch of Great Xia sergeants and a group of Southern Regions soldiers standing next to him, he could rest assured that nothing was going on and hung high.

Of course, if you want to say what Teng Shisheng is doing during this time, then the only thing he does is to silently follow behind Fang Zhengzhi.

Like a wolf, a wolf waiting for his time.

The battle between Fang Zhengzhi and Nangong Hao was very dangerous, Teng Shisheng did not make a move, and then, Fang Zhengzhi was stunned by Yan Xiu's palm, this was the best time.

However, Yan Xiu desperately guarded it, so this opportunity ...... He didn't make a move either.

Further back, Fang Zhengzhi woke up and defeated Shi Kou, and fought with Wu Ji, as Teng Shi who only had the strength to return to the Light Realm, there was no way to make a move.

Wait!

He's been waiting.

Until Fang Zheng rushed straight to the cliff of Wind Valley, he never gave up, waited silently, waited quietly, of course, he couldn't stand too far.

Therefore, when Fang Zheng rushed straight up the Wind Valley Cliff, the location he chose was naturally at the foot of the cliff, and he could see Fang Zhengzhi's position as soon as he looked up.

Is it difficult?

It was indeed very difficult for others, but if it was a silver-horned wolf ride, it would not be difficult, because all the soldiers of the Southern Regions would consciously get out of the way of a road that would allow them to swagger through.

In fact, this does have something to do with the identity of the Silverhorn Wolf Rider, but it is not unrelated to the Silverhorn Rider they sit on.

After all......

No one wants to get too close to a silverhorned wolf with fangs.

Therefore, when the five hundred silver-horned wolves rode there for a stop, a small circle would naturally form around them with a distance of two meters.

Teng Shisheng waited for a long time.

Even though he felt that the hope was quite slim, he still did not give up, because he was riding a silver-horned wolf, so he had a wolf nature in his body.

Tightly bite the wolf nature that does not let go of the hunt.

"Whew!" a high-pitched beast roar sounded at this time, and at the same time, a huge figure jumped high under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

The figure jumped very high, at least, and when the figure jumped up, almost all eyes could see it clearly.

And then ......

The figure landed, instantly turned into a rushing shadow, and without even hesitating, it rushed directly towards the Wind Valley, and behind this shadow, there were hundreds of equally tall figures.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

A beast roar sounded, and they were silver-horned wolf riders.

Sluggish, silent!

For a moment, there was no sound in the sky except for the roars of these beasts, thunder, torrential rain, and the roar of the cliffs of the Wind Valley.

Of course, they could see clearly who the figure was that leaping high.

Teng Shisheng!

Captain of five hundred silver-horned wolf riders.

Heroes and warriors in the eyes of the soldiers of the Southern Regions, but, as they could see, Teng Shisheng was not a warrior of the Southern Regions, why would he save Fang Zheng?

This was the first question that flashed through the minds of all the soldiers in the Southern Regions, and the second question was, where did Teng Shisheng want to take Fang Zhengzhi?

Why would he take five hundred silver-horned wolves to ride in the direction of the entrance to Wind Valley?

No one will answer them these questions.

Teng Shisheng naturally didn't answer, he just shouted loudly to the soldiers around him: "Get out of the way, quickly, get out of the way for me!"

In terms of tone, they could tell that Teng Shisheng seemed to be eager.

In fact, Teng Shisheng was indeed very anxious, because, although he succeeded, he was not sure that he could escape.

"Yo!" a clear chirp lit up above Teng Shisheng's head, and a huge black shadow hovered above his head.

"Let go of that shameless guy!" Pingyang's voice came from the Snowscale Wind Eagle.

"Don't worry about her, run quickly!" Teng Shisheng didn't even think about it, and directly gave an order to the silver-horned wolf riders behind him, because taking down Fang Zhengzhi was the real task of his trip.

As for Binh Duong......

There was no need to worry at all, because, the valley of the wind was very narrow, not narrow enough for the Snow Scale Wind Eagle to swoop down completely, then, the only thing Pingyang riding on the Snow Scale Wind Eagle could do was hover above their heads.

"Yes!" replied in unison the five hundred silver-horned wolf riders.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Southern Regions got out of the way, and they couldn't stop the Silver Horn Wolf Rider, because they all knew very well that the Silver Horn Wolf Rider would only listen to one person's orders.

The man's name was ......

Mountain rain!

......

At the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldiers and hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Southern Regions were still standing in place, because the scene just now happened too fast.

so fast that they didn't even react.

But the fact is that Fang Zhengzhi was rescued by Teng Shisheng, and at this moment, he was quickly fleeing desperately in the direction of the entrance of Wind Valley.

"It's in the hands of the Southern Regions, Father, what should we do now?" Xing Qingsui looked at Xing Yuanguo, with a deep worry in his expression.

"At least it's better than falling into the hands of the demons, take the Han Ape tribe first, as long as this battle can be won, the Southern Regions will no longer be an enemy. Xing Yuanguo's eyes were cold, as the commander of the First Army, the only thing he could do was to be calm and rational.

"Understood!" Xing Qing nodded casually.

He could see the determination of the demon clan to kill Fang Zhengzhi, but perhaps it was precisely because of this that Fang Zhengzhi had value in the hands of the Southern Regions.

So......

At least until the value is achieved, Fang Zheng's life should not be in danger.

"Kill!" the order came from the mouth of the Punishment Yuanguo.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

“......”

Nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldiers, as well as the Mountain Breaking Army, and the Dragon Guards, all moved again at this moment, and one by one they frantically turned to the gate of the Cold Ape Tribe.

The soldiers of the Southern Regions began to resist.

However, without their main commander, how could they organize a perfectly coordinated defense as they did at the beginning?

......

On the cliff of the Wind Valley, Yun Qingwu's eyes looked at the figure that was carried by Teng Shisheng, she had been watching since the moment Teng Shisheng jumped up, and now, Teng Shisheng rushed into the Wind Valley, and she was still watching.

Dozens of demon elites, as well as Xing Bai and Wu Ji, were now watching Yun Qingwu, because, they were waiting, waiting for Yun Qingwu's order.

However, Yun Qingwu did not give the order.

Since kicking Fang Zhengzhi down, he has never opened his mouth or said a word.

The rain of swords stopped at this moment.

However, the torrential rain still did not stop, and a gust of wind blew, blowing a white dress and a pink skirt, on the cliff of this Wind Valley, as bright as two flowers in the rain.

"Aren't you going to chase it?" Yun Qingwu finally spoke, and it seemed that he was talking to himself, but all the demons could tell that Yun Qingwu's emotions were not too stable.

"I don't want you to chase it. At this time, Chi Guyan's eyes also looked at the figure in the Wind Valley that was moving away quickly, and then looked at the snow-scaled wind eagle hovering in the sky.

"I see, I see. Yun Qingwu's gaze followed the direction of Chi Guyan's gaze, and saw the snow-scaled wind eagle in the sky, and then seemed to understand something.

"Are you leaving?" Chi Guyan retracted his gaze and looked at Yun Qingwu.

"Yes, are you leaving?"

"I'm not leaving for a while. ”

"If you don't leave now, it may not be easy to go in the future. ”

"What will happen in the future can only be determined if it really happens, when you see it. Chi Guyan's expression did not change as always, calm as water.

"Then ...... See. Yun Qingwu nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the cliff.

"We'll see. Chi Guyan also nodded, without any intention of retaining.

......

When a big battle loses its main commander and the formation is scattered, in fact, the defeat is basically doomed, and the warriors of the Southern Regions are not afraid of death.

But who really wants to die?

After the leading generals of the Southern Regions were cut off their horses one by one, the soldiers of the Southern Regions finally entered a state of rout, and the gate of the Han Ape Tribe was finally taken by the Broken Mountain Army.

Nearly 50,000 Great Xia soldiers rushed into the Han Ape Tribe, while more than 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Regions were ruthlessly locked outside the gates of the Han Ape Tribe.

At this time, the soldiers of the Southern Regions have two options.

The first is to continue to guard the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, and the second is to withdraw from the Wind Valley, and then withdraw from the Han Ape Tribe.

It is almost conceivable that the second option was decided without much discussion, because there was no possibility for them to choose the first option at all.

There is no food!

That's the most realistic factor.

Could the soldiers who rushed out of the Han Ape tribe rush out with the grain? Only a fool would push a grain cart to attack the Great Xia soldiers.

And the soldiers who came from the Valley of the Winds were also without food.

In other words, the food they brought was only the food for three meals a day, after all, they also came to sneak attack, and moreover, they were sneak attacked from behind.

When it comes to food......

There is a lot of food in the Han Ape tribe.

So why do they bring too much?

One side has no food, but the other side has enough food to support for two or three years, this kind of confrontation naturally becomes meaningless, and retreat becomes the best decision.

"Withdraw!"

With the orders of the remaining generals, this mighty war was finally announced, and it was a fierce war with a tragic ending.

One by one, the soldiers of the Southern Regions carried corpses wearing rattan armor.

Some of the corpses were unrecognizable, some were mutilated, but the Southern Regions warriors did not spare a single corpse wearing rattan armor, not even an arm wearing vine armor.

Because......

This is the Southern Regions.

It is a southern region where a large number of fierce beasts are raging, and a warrior can die on the battlefield, but he cannot become food for fierce beasts.

This is the Southern Regions, a territory full of blood and simplicity.

They are brave, they do not give up their comrades in the war, even if they are defeated, even if this rainstorm makes their bodies a little chilly.

The retreat of the Southern Regions was not too fast, on the contrary, it could be said to be very slow.

After the retreat of the hundreds of thousands of troops in the Southern Regions was completed, the gate of the Han Ape Tribe was opened again, and wooden carts were pushed out, followed by the corpses of soldiers wearing armor.

Unlike the Southern Regions, in addition to loading the corpses, they also collected the armor, spears, and black spears scattered on the ground.

As an army fighting in a foreign land.

In addition to recovering the corpses of their compatriots, the soldiers of Great Xia had to conserve enough resources to keep them fighting.

Armor, spears, and black spears are indispensable!

This is war.

Brutal wars, whether lost or won, are brutal.

The night gradually fell, and the torrential rain finally subsided.

The wet earth appeared and converged into streams, and the smell of blood filled the air, lingering for a long time, even though the rain had stopped.

"Woo!" a clear horn sounded.

Clusters of flames rose in the Han Ape Tribe, the lights that carried the souls of the foreign soldiers back to their hometowns, slowly rising from the Cold Ape Tribe and drifting towards the sky.

"War, war, war, cruel war!" a voice sounded in the dark night, looking a little sad and angry, and a little sad.

It's just that the location of this voice is at the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, not in the city of the Han Ape Tribe, so it seems a little weird in this dark night.

"When the Lord comes, the war is over. Another voice soon rang out, but it was somewhat flattering, and there was a certain kind of condescending pride.

"Well, go and tell the sergeant guarding the city to open the door!" a figure slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the gate of the Han Ape Tribe, looked at the still bright red blood stains around him, and frowned.

"Yes!" another figure also walked out at this time, it was a middle-aged man wearing bright armor, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking up at the tall city gate in front of him, with a hint of arrogance on his face.

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