Outside the capital, the flag covers the sun, Ge Gong shines in the sky, and the gold and black armored sergeants are lined up against each other, and they are dotted all over the place.

Nangong Ming, who was condescending at the court meeting, was immediately in gold armor at this time, and also stared at Du Guangjun in front of him with a disdainful look.

Beside him, Nangong Qingyun, wearing a golden armor, sat majestically on a sturdy horse, behind Li Yao, like a god of war.

"Did you pick it up?" asked Nangong Ming without squinting.

"Pick it up. Nangong Qingyun also replied flatly.

"Nothing, right?"

"It's just a little bit of a injury, it's scared, it's only been locked up for two days, and I'm afraid this punishment is a little smaller. ”

Nangong Ming smiled, his cousin was loyal to him to the core, he would endure him if he wanted him, and he would be ruthless. "Qingyun, what do you think of the soldiers and horses on the other side?" Nangong Ming no longer answered, but asked indifferently with his finger in front of him. On the opposite side of them, the black-armored soldiers and horses were all strong and well-formed, and they were in an orderly formation.

"It's just a pile of porcelain. Under the mask, Nangong Qingyun said disdainfully.

Nangong Ming chuckled again. In the past ten years, who has only been the Li Clan's strong soldiers and horses, and the Changfeng Clan's Taoguang has been obscure? He has worked hard in Chunyue and devoted all his strength to temper this golden armor crane army, waiting for the moment when the sword is unsheathed. He had already seen that the sanctimonious king on the other side, full of empty thoughts, but without courage and no strategy, was now like a crow around the huge body of the fallen former dynasty, coveting the corpse and plumping himself, and even holding the ridiculous fantasy of taking advantage of the chaos to get the throne, but just by wielding it himself, he would be panicked and scattered, and would no longer bother him.

"Commander, they should be killed at the court meeting that day, so as not to trouble now. Nangong Qingyun on the side said.

"Why do I need to use such obscene means, since I am a villain, I will use a sharp blade to provoke others to turn over on their backs, so that he can fully comprehend it. Nangong Ming said disdainfully. He is not ready to kill the Quartet, since he is a master without courage and no strategy, it is better to lead one side as an enemy than to disturb that place.

The war drums rumbled, and Nangong Qingyun rode out of the dust and rushed straight to the front of the enemy army. A horse also galloped out of the opposite formation, and the warrior Wei Yin, who was protecting Li Kun's dynasty that day, was fearless to catch the spear that stabbed him, and the two figures, one gold and one black, were immediately strangled in one place.

Nangong Ming looked at the opposite camp from afar, and saw that Li Kun under the canopy had turned around and retreated into the formation, and raised the corner of his mouth lightly. The generals are still able to fight, but their masters are defeated.

He fought with the two people in front of him for a while, and then raised his hand.

Behind him, the sergeants, each with a bow and an arrow, and a shield, immediately rushed out in order, like a tidal wave approaching the front. The archers ran dozens of feet, stopped, set up arrows, filled their bows, raised their bows and released arrows, their movements were in one go and orderly, and countless arrows rained down into the front line of the enemy.

Du Guangjun held up a shield in front of the formation, and several screams were heard, and someone was shot. Then the shield retreated, and rows of archers stepped forward, full of bows, raised their bows to shoot back, and the rain of arrows smashed back in reverse, also well-trained. The sergeant with the shield had already covered the people tightly, and some people were still shot through, but there was almost no sound in the formation except for the sound of sharp arrows hitting the shield like hailstones.

The two armies come and go, and they don't show weakness to each other, Nangong Qingyun and Wei Yin, who are wearing gold armor, are still fighting under the rain of arrows flying overhead, and between the swords and guns, it can be seen that the older Wei Yin is gradually declining.

Nangong Ming then raised his hand, the war drums were like thunder, and the heavily armored cavalry rushed forward like a fierce wave, shouting and killing and the sound of horses' hooves almost shook the heavens and the earth.

The archers in front had already dispersed, and the Duguang army was only waiting for it this time, and did not come out. This is where Nangong Ming's confidence lies, even if Chunyue's heavy cavalry is put in front of those barbarian tribes who live on horseback in the barbarian land, they are fearless, how can it not be daunting here.

Wei Yin, who was fighting, saw the enemy surging in, looked back at his own formation, and opened Nangong Qingyun's spear, and turned his head and ran back. Nangong Qingyun of the golden armor had no intention of retreating, and chased straight to the front of the Duguang array, and the scene of breaking the long wind on that day seemed to be reproduced.

Nangong Qingyun took the lead in jumping into the Duguang array, and after a while, Chunyue's gold-armored heavy cavalry smashed like a huge wave slamming stones, and the violent collision made many horse cavalry and the infantry who raised their shields in front of the formation to resist instantly soared, countless Ge Gong stabbed fiercely, blood splashed, and the two armies finally fought in one place, and for a while, the sound of war drums, blood rain and bloody wind, the sound of fighting and the sound of swords piercing armor and flesh were mixed and wrapped together on the battlefield outside the capital city, and staged a boundless Shura field!

When the fierce battle was in full swing, there was a rumbling war drum on both sides of the Duguang position, and the yellow sand in the sky rose at the end of the field of vision, and the golden light on the armor of the cavalry flashed out of the yellow sand.

Nangong Ming stood in place, and saw the enemy army seeing this situation from afar, and the command of the command was immediately messy, and the defenders on both wings couldn't help but retreat inward, becoming scattered and disorderly, and their cowardice was revealed.

Chunyue's heavy cavalry was killed in the yellow sand, and the sand and dust in the rear indicated that it was menacing, and the rear of Duguang immediately withdrew the troops, and the sharp turn of the situation made the front sergeants scramble to retreat, lest it be too late, Chunyue's morale was greatly boosted, and the momentum launched a more and more violent impact, and Duguang began to retreat as a whole army.

"Kill! give me no armor!" Nangong Qingyun raised his gun and roared.

The black-armored sergeants who fled behind were torn apart and blood splattered in all directions.

Nangong Ming, who was standing in the rear, had already turned his horse's head at this time, and in the constantly pouring army, he indifferently reversed back to the gate of Shangdu.

The yellow sand on both sides is the horses galloping back and forth dragging the branches up, and the golden armor that is killed is only a feint attack by a few cavalry, but he expects that the brave and resourceless King Duguang will be reluctant to fight and mess with his own position, yes, Li is no longer there, and our people are on the clouds.

After the battle, at the foot of Jing Mountain, on the wasteland, tens of thousands of gold-armored soldiers firmly surrounded more than 10,000 prisoners of war who had been unloaded with blades and armor, and a team of hands and feet were tied. Duguang was defeated, and the crane cavalry ran wildly in pursuit, causing it to retreat all the way back to Zhaoyin Pass, and the casualties and captures were not counted.

The prisoners of war were like walking meat, some were stunned, some were howling in despair and fear, and some were angry to break free and rush forward to fight to the death. The Jingshan mountain range stretches majestically, and at its feet, countless soldiers on both sides are like ants, and the voices of people are noisy.

Nangong Ming stood alone on the ridge on horseback, his deep gaze on his emaciated cheeks firmly staring at this purgatory made by his own hands.

The prisoners of war finally understood what was going to happen next, and rushed forward one after another, but they were soon killed by the Chunyue sergeant in the front with a roar and a long sharp blade, blood splattered and their heads were in different places. Rows of golden armor armed with bows and arrows were immediately aimed at the rioting prisoners of war in front of them. In an instant, countless sharp arrows flew into the crowd, and the screams resounded through the wilderness and mountains.

After a few waves of arrows, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and sergeants with blades swarmed up to make the final killing.

Soon, after the slaughter, the fragmented remains will be piled up in piles, covered with earth, and stretched beneath the majestic Jing Mountain.

The world will remember that among the nine lands, there is Nangong Ming, and the battle will die a tragic death.

Nangong Ming didn't look any further, he raised his head and looked at the vast and low gray sky. He looked for it, but found nothing.

"Now, let me be at the mercy of the Yu Shu and Li clans, let me kill the people who are enemies of me, and let me stand above the clouds of the Nine Lands, but Jin Yao, why is it difficult for me to understand the slightest trace ......of my lovesickness for you? Jing Yao, only our flesh and blood are the connection we still have in this world."