A hundred miles away from Lin Xiaoyun's Dragon Palace, there was a flying dragon army stationed. The army is all the elite children of the dragon clan, and they are really good at fighting.

The earliest commander of this Flying Dragon Army is Concubine Chen, the second commander is An Guogong, the third commander is Lin Bai, the fourth is An Chenfeng, and now the fifth commander is the deputy before An Chenfeng, surnamed Yin, the name is the lowest class of the dragon clan, and the front-line war was tight during the ancient war, and the source of troops of the upper elite class began to be unsustainable, so the taboo was opened, and a middle- and lower-level officer was recruited from the bottom.

Yin Zhigui started from the lowest soldiers, and he must be the first in every battle. He is not afraid of death and is very calm and calm. With the growth of age and seniority, he finally survived to the position of deputy commander of the Flying Dragon Army.

However, his own background is humble, and the Flying Dragon Army is Lin Xiaoyun's elite army, and the person in charge of the army must be from a noble background. He himself has no desires and no desires, and is willing to saddle up the horse for the successive commanders, and work hard and complain.

However, after An Jia's accident, An Jia was dismissed from all positions in the army. Only then did Yin Zhigui temporarily lead this Flying Dragon Army.

It was already midnight when An Chenfeng came to the camp of the Flying Dragon Army, and he was so anxious that he held up the edict and shouted Yin Zhigui's name outside the door, asking him to come out to listen to the announcement.

The soldiers guarding the gate were very familiar with Anchenfeng, hugged their fists and sang, and then quickly ran to the big tent of the Chinese army to report the news.

Not long after, two guards of honor came out of the camp gate clearly, lined up on the east and west sides, and a bearded general in the middle came to the field neatly, lifted the armor placket, knelt on one knee with a bang, hugged his fists and said: "The last general will listen to the announcement." ”

An Chenfeng unfolded the edict in a decent manner and read it out loud: "Kunpeng Longjun's edict said: Today, the thief Liang Shengwu led the forbidden army to make a rebellion, besieging the Anguo Mansion, trying to eradicate the pillar of the country first and then plot against the royal court. Yin Zhigui was urgently ordered to immediately hand over the power of the Flying Dragon Army and be taken over by An Chenfeng. The Flying Dragon Army immediately pulled out the camp and galloped to the aid of the Anguo Mansion. ”

After speaking, he handed the edict to Yin Zhigui, Yin Zhigui took it with both hands and knocked a poem first, then got up and took out a cloth booklet from his arms, turned one of the pages, and nodded after carefully comparing it with the jade seal seal on the edict. Then he clasped his fists at An Chenfeng and said: "An Gong, who has been in charge of the army for many years, should know that in addition to the edict of Dabao, the Dragon King's tiger talisman is also needed. I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, An Chenfeng took out the half of the tiger talisman and handed it to him.

This dragon clan's tiger talisman, although it is called a tiger talisman, is the appearance of a dragon.

Yin Zhigui took the tiger talisman and took out one from his arms, combining the two into one.

At this moment, Yin Zhigui's heart was put down, and he secretly thought in his heart: "This eventful autumn, no matter how careful you are!"

After speaking, he handed over the seal of the Great Commander to An Chenfeng, and asked by the way: "Dare to ask Marshal An, why did that Liang Shengwu suddenly turn around?"

An Chenfeng packed up his things and said to Yin Zhigui: "Now you are still my deputy commander, you quickly go to the herald and set off from the camp, and I will tell you the details on the way." ”

Yin Zhigui knew that at such a moment, it must be 100,000 urgent, so he hugged his fists and retreated, and then went to arrange the expedition.

Half an hour later, the Flying Dragon Army, the elite division of the three thousand dragon clans, was already on its way to the Anguo Mansion.

At this time, the Anguo Mansion was already a sea of fire. There are more than 500 people in the An family, young and old, and although they are all veterans of the battlefield who are not afraid of death, they have already shown their decline after fighting for more than three hours with a forbidden army ten times their own.

The casualties also began to increase, the old Guogong of the An family wore a helmet and armor, and pressed a long sword that had been unsheathed in his hand, sitting on the top of the hall, and several handmaidens beside him were also neatly draped, standing on the left and right with a solemn face on their faces.

The wounded were constantly being carried here from the outside, and more than 20 stretchers were already placed in the lobby. The wails came and went, and the ladies of the An family were shuttling around the injured to heal their wounds.

Under the eaves of the porch outside the lobby, five corpses with their faces covered in white cloth were parked, two of which were black dragons. They are Anchen Lei and Anchen Yu.

Both were besieged to death by a rain of swords and a group of thunder. After being hit by several arrows in the chest, he still fought to the death, and after being bombarded by a group of thunder, he fell to the ground. The three corpses next to them were their personal guards, and after desperately pulling the bodies of the two brothers back to An's house, they also died of anger. More of the corpses scattered outside could not be recovered.

In the middle of the night, the front yard and the back house had all fallen, and only the central hall was still in the hands of the An family. Two of the four sons of the An family have been killed in battle, and the battle outside is commanded by Concubine Chen.

At this time, An Lao Guogong tried hard to hold on to the long sword that had accompanied him in bloody battles, and wanted to stand up. The maidservant next to him wanted to support him, but was pushed away by the old man several times.

Eventually, the old mansion staggered to its feet in the hall.

He couldn't say much, so he simply raised the long sword with both hands, swung it outward, and roared out a word full of anger: "Kill!"

After shouting, he took heavy steps step by step, carrying the long sword that had drunk countless bloods, but now he was as old as him, and walked towards the door.

This is more morale-boosting than any pre-battle mobilization.

Everyone present, as long as they could still move, picked up their weapons and rushed out. In today's war, the settlement family is only for the broken jade, not for the whole tile!

Just when the An family was about to fight to the death, they heard the majestic horn of the charge on the hillside in the distance, and then heard the overwhelming shouts of killing, and then heard the sound of the forbidden army surrounding An Jia outside from the sound of a gong for a hasty withdrawal.

On this night, the fire reflected the sky red, and the blood of the children of the An family stained the thick soil red.

An Chenfeng led people to rush into the Anguo Mansion first, and saw the scarred An family old and young with a scarred expression, and a burly man like Anchenfeng was also grief-stricken, rushed to An Laoguogong, kept kowtowing, and shouted: "The child is not filial, the child is not filial, let the father suffer." After a while, blood was already flowing from his forehead.

An Lao Guogong's nerves began to relax the moment he saw An Chenfeng, and the whole person slowly collapsed to the ground. No matter how the people around him shouted, he knew in his heart that the time had come.

Liang Shengwu, who fled back to the palace, told Lin Xiaoyun in panic: "King Qiqi, our army originally besieged An's family in the lobby of the inner house, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to wipe it out. I never thought that a team of flying dragon troops came out halfway, their number was about three thousand, and they were menacing, and the Anchen Feng led by us took advantage of our army's unpreparedness to attack the Chinese army, and no one could stop it under one blow. The last general is incompetent, so he can only withdraw his troops and wait for the king to fall. ”

"What?" Lin Xiaoyun shouted angrily, "When did An Chenfeng transfer my Flying Dragon Army? What about Yin Zhigui? Is he dead?"

"Marshal Yin is not dead, I saw him close to Anchenfeng's left and right in the melee just now. Liang Shengwu lowered his head and added.

"Even Yin Zhigui is reversed! How can this be reasonable!" Lin Xiaoyun, who was half angry and half worried, paced back and forth in the main hall.

"King, we don't have many soldiers left, or we or... Let's withdraw!"

Lin Xiaoyun turned his head and asked contemptuously, "Where are we retreating?"

Liang Shengwu's afterglow accidentally saw such a gloomy expression, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly kowtowed: "The last general is just worried about the safety of the king, and he is not afraid of running out of firewood to stay in Qingshan." There is no other meaning, the king must believe in the last general!"

The more Lin Xiaoyun thought about it, the more angry he became, now that he had betrayed his relatives, he didn't have many chips to make him turn the tables. When he was anxious, the herald outside ran in in a panic, shouting as he ran: "Report to the ~~~~~ An family and lead the army to besiege the gate of the palace." The other party was fierce, and the palace gate defenders couldn't hold on. ”

Lin Xiaoyun began to panic a little in his heart, and hurriedly dragged Liang Shengwu, who was lying on the ground, kicked him out of the palace gate, and shouted at him: "You must guard the palace gate." Reinforcements arrived soon. ”

After everyone left, the hall suddenly fell silent, and such a quiet made Lin Xiaoyun even more scared. He trembled regularly, and his mind couldn't turn around.

Just when he had nothing to do, he inadvertently touched a jade recipe on his waist, and he took it in his hand to see that it was the black jade recipe that the Lanling Fairy gave him before, and there was a faint red flame flowing in it.

Lin Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, and secretly made a heart in his heart. He crushed the black jade and threw the powder into the hall.

The fluttering powder formed a circle in the air, and the circle slowly shone brightly. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the circle became more and more transparent.

Finally, a gateway was formed.

Lin Xiaoyun was in a nervous mood, his eyes were motionless staring at the gateway, he didn't know what would come out of it, and he didn't know what he would bring to the dragon clan by doing this, he just wanted to gamble, and the bet was the fate of the entire dragon clan.

A dark, extremely ugly head poked its head out of the folding door, and when he saw Lin Xiaoyun, he grinned widely, revealing his uneven teeth.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the underworld vanguard came out of the folding gate, some of them were carrying a villager who had just been sucked dry, and threw the dried corpse on the ground with a bang. On the other side of the gate was a village that had just been ransacked, just as blazing and silent.

Finally, as the Lanling Fairy stepped out of the folding gate, she reached out and snapped her fingers, and the door disappeared in an instant, turning into the black jade jue again, falling into her palm.

Lanling glanced coldly at Lin Xiaoyun, who was prostrate on the ground, and said in disgust: "Why did it take so long to open the door?"