On the war horse, there was a young general whose name could not be named, and he was alone on a horse, and he slowly walked towards the expeditionary force, full of confidence.

Then behind him more and more white horses came out of the horizon, denser and denser. Bi Tianqing roughly estimated that there were about 10,000 people.

The expeditionary force knew that this would be the last barricade on their way home. Rush over or die here.

So in this upcoming encounter, Bi Kongqing did not do any pre-war mobilization at all.

Di Yun's eyes looked here, and he even waved his hand to stop the pursuit of tens of thousands of people under Yanjing City, which also showed his absolute confidence in the wind cavalry, and it was this that also made the expeditionary force successfully escape from the round-up.

Lin Ji and the old man sat on the top of the mountain like this, but Lin Ji still looked at the battlefield he cared about after all.

Hou Yiqiu smiled and didn't speak, because he knew that he was sitting here, so Lin Ji would not leave.

The nearly 10,000 wind cavalry on the grassland also stopped.

They seem to be waiting for something. Then on this bloody battlefield, there was a moment of calm.

Then he took the young general, indifferently raised the spear in his hand, stabbed it into the sky, and then "Attack!" The roar of "Attack!" tore through this last silence.

War is picturesque, and the one who commands the war is like a painter who plays with splashed ink and freehand brushwork, and writes the most anticipated picture scroll in his heart with the brush in his hand.

Where to start, how to color, how to mix are the skills that a painter should have, and only the painter himself knows the meaning of each action.

And this war that took place on the grassland not far from Yanjing City did not have any skills, it was a barbaric collision from the beginning, and the commanders of the two armies did not even arrange the best formation for their own troops.

It's just like old enemies, rushing towards each other.

This can be said to be the contest between the two strongest cavalry in the world, although the Lin family army at this time looks a little embarrassed, but it is still high-spirited.

This can be said to be the best embodiment of the results of individual training in the world.

In Di Yun's eyes, two torrents of steel with almost equal numbers crossed the distance between them in just a moment and collided together.

The fierce screams of nearly 20,000 elite cavalry tore through the silence of heaven and earth, roaring and surging on the blood-boiling field with indulgent lines.

Both sides were doing the same thing, without any intrigues, without any arrangement, just the simplest and rude charge and counter-charge of the cavalry.

The blue sky is clear, the wind cavalry all retreats, the expeditionary force bravely slashes and kills, blood mixed with soil, broken limbs and broken arms like rolling up red flame waves, iron hooves step out of the deepest symphony in the world, rising and falling in the killing and roaring.

The commander of the wind cavalry was obviously not very old, but his marksmanship was extremely old, and he advanced left and right in the expeditionary force, and knocked several people off his horse in succession.

Bi Kongqing had already noticed the strangeness here, always keeping an eye on the direction of the young general, and then preparing to get close to him.

But the young general was like a dexterous snake, and when he saw Bi Kongqing coming, he immediately ran away and did not fight with Bi Kongqing, which made Bi Kongqing a little helpless.

Simply Bi Kongqing no longer cared about the young general's rush, but concentrated on rushing forward.

You have to admit that the cavalry is proud, no matter how erosive the armor on his body is, how thin the horse under his crotch is, but he is still very proud.

The expeditionary force roared and overturned the wind cavalry one by one, dismounted, and then overturned, and the cycle repeated. It only took a stick of incense to complete the first round of cross-runs. Corpses were left behind.

The two cavalry switched directions, but Bi Kongqing did not choose to flee, because he knew that if he did not destroy this cavalry, sooner or later he would become the location of the destruction expeditionary force.

So he turned the horse's head around without hesitation.

"Come again!" The expeditionary force behind them also did not hesitate to follow, their generals returned to the battlefield, and even more ferocious than the last time.

Lin Ji quietly waited for the results to be revealed, but when he saw the expeditionary force turning back without hesitation, he smiled.

He said to Hou Yiqiu: "Dean Hou, do you know why we keep winning?"

Hou Yiqiu jumped his eyebrows, and finally raised a trace of interest in the two teams that shouted and killed, and after a glance, he asked, "Why?"

"Because in our hearts, there is a place called Canghai City, which constantly gives us warmth and strength. ”

"Are you thinking I'm showing off something?" Hou Yiqiu said with a sneer.

Lin Ji shook his head quietly, but the corners of his mouth provoked a disdainful smile. Yes, how would they know the power of faith.

The tip of the spear was constantly dripping with blood, and after a single shot pierced the throat of a wind cavalryman, the entire body of the iron spear was dyed red.

He gasped and glanced at the soldiers who were following him closely, his gaze showing determination.

This is the strongest cavalry he has ever met, there is no one, in terms of tactical literacy and cavalry cooperation, almost on par with the Lin family's army, and they are full of energy and not as tired as the Lin family's army, which seems to be their innate advantage.

But for some reason, the soldiers of the Wind Cavalry felt as if they had encountered an extremely hard shield, and no matter how they tried to break it, they could never find a suitable way.

The two cavalry teams are like two iron chains tightly together, as long as one breaks in advance, then the other turns back and wins without hesitation.

"Dare to fight me. Bi Tianqing once again found the young white horse who was shuttling through the crowd.

And the young white horse general heard the cry of the blue sky, and finally stopped dodging at this time, but stopped in place.

On the battlefield, the soldiers seemed to know what was going to happen, and the distance of nearly ten zhang was vacant with the blue sky as the center.

The shouts of killing continued, but the battlefield seemed strangely calm.

"Good gun. What's your name?" said the young white horse with an appreciative glance at the gun in Bi Kongqing's hand.

"Sparrow's tongue. ”

"Sure enough, it's a good name. Worthy of this gun. The young white horse exclaimed. Then he flipped the silver spear in his hand and said, "The gun is a dragon-seeking spear, but it is naturally inferior to the tongue of a bird." But there is also a fight. I heard that there is a bloody night god of death in the expeditionary army, Zhou Ziqian, dare to ask the general's name?"

"Sure enough, his name is bigger. Bi Kongqing smiled bitterly a few times, and then glanced back at Yanjing City, which was gradually clear in the morning light, and his eyes were unconsciously covered with a splash.

"Under the blue sky. ”

As soon as the word Qing fell, the sparrow's tongue gun shook in the air like a dragonfly, and then stabbed straight at the center of the young general's eyebrows.

After a long time on the battlefield, of course, the little general knew that although this move was clever, most of it was a false shot, and the actual move would actually change when he approached him, so he simply ignored the murderous shot, but calmly suppressed the dragon lance that involuntarily prepared to rise and fall.

Bi Kongqing obviously didn't expect that although the male general was young, he could see that he was a very real trick, so he no longer wasted his energy, but finally used his killer trick when the war horses were about to meet.

In the young general's surprised gaze, Bi Kongqing's right hand holding the gun in front of him suddenly turned slightly, and the body of the spear actually cracked in it and broke into two pieces.

The two sections were connected by a chain that was not too thick, and the spear had changed this time, although its speed had been reduced, but it had already pounced on the young general.

The young general saw the change of the sparrow tongue gun with his own eyes, and was surprised, he didn't expect that such a big change was hidden in the body of this small gun, so he was slightly surprised, but his eyes were always staring at the tip of the gun that was about to approach him, and then lifted the barrel of the dragon spear, sealing the way of the sparrow tongue gun.

Bi Tianqing finally grinned.

He ignored the upper half of the gun with his right hand, but pressed the lower half of the gun on his left hand.

And at this moment, the two horses crossed paths.

The tip of the gun collided with the barrel of the gun and made a creepy sound, and then Bi Tianqing actually threw away the tip of the gun in his right hand, but grabbed the half of the iron rod on his left hand and smashed it down.

And in the disbelief of the young general, he actually smashed the white horse under him to the ground.