It was time to leave Aliqi to guard the Xianbei royal court, and set up 35,000 elites to pursue the defeated soldiers of Murong Tang all the way, vowing to completely exterminate Murong Tang.

On the other side, in order to lure the pursuit, Murong Tang entangled the defeated military horses from time to time along the way, and it was time to stop them desperately, and in the end they all ended in defeat, and fled all the way.

It's time to win a success, and I can't help but feel a little fluttery.

Those who made up their minds should have chased after Murong Tang along the way, galloping in the starry night, running wildly for five days and five nights, and the soldiers pointed directly at Yanmen Pass.

"Report, Qiyu Khan, Murong Tang has gathered more than 8,000 remnants of troops to form a formation in the south, and it seems that he wants to fight with our army again."

A scout rode straight to the flag of the Chinese army, turned over and dismounted, and quickly knelt on one knee to report.

Because Murong Tang has been defeated in consecutive battles in recent days, this scout revealed a lot of disdain in his words when he spoke.

Hearing this, he also smiled slightly, and said with a finger of the horsewhip: "Heroic and invincible Mongolian sons, our defeated general Murong Tang is waiting in front again, this time he has no way to retreat, use your sword to fetch the head of this rat generation to Ben Khan." ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The sound of trumpets was accompanied by loud shouts of killing, and 35,000 elite Mongols marched forward in unison with their weapons and horses' hooves rumbling and dusty, rushing forward like a tide.

The Mongolian brave general Yuer Mahan took the lead with a brass slasher.

Soon rushed to the front of the Xianbei army and saw Murong Tang in armor under the Xianbei wolf banner, he immediately laughed and said: "Murong Tang, rat generation!" This time, grandpa will never let you go, so obediently come to grandpa's knife and die! ”

Yuer Mahan's voice was very loud, and Murong Tang not far away could hear it clearly, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he said secretly, "I don't know who is not letting go of anyone today." ”

He immediately turned his head and shouted, "Beat the drum!" ”

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The drums in the Xianbei army were loud, and those who had just arrived at the edge of the Han River couldn't help but sneer: "Losing consecutive battles, what is the use of relying on this little drum?"

I think Murong Tang has lost too many battles, and his brain has been broken. ”

He was also joking proudly with the generals around him and mocking Murong Tang, and before the words fell, he suddenly froze in place, only to see the shouts of killing between the hills on both sides, and the 50,000 brightly armored and well-armored Bingzhou troops shouted the trumpet, stepping neatly and slowly appeared in the sight of the Mongolian army.

At the head of the 10,000-strong army that appeared on the left flank of the Mongols were 3,000 sword and shield men, in the shape of a line.

Behind the sword and shield hands were two thousand lancers, the tips of which glistened in the sunlight.

Behind the long lance hand were four thousand iron horsemen, the horses and lances in their hands were held high, and the men and horses were all armored, flashing with a murderous aura.

Directly ahead, the general Yang Xiuqing was wearing a blue-edged helmet with a white background, wearing three armors, a silver ancient dragon spear in his hand, and the war horse under his crotch was grinning at the tens of thousands of troops not far away.

In front of the army on the right flank of the Mongol army were 5,000 crossbowmen, carrying a bulging quiver behind them, holding strong bows and aiming at the Mongol army not far away.

Behind the crossbowmen were 6,000 ironclad infantrymen, heavily armoured and armed with round shields, who could shake a major earthquake with every step, and finally 10,000 pikemen in charge of pressing the formation.

And one of the two members of the leader is eight feet long, born with a bare face, a thin waist and shoulders, majestic, wearing a golden tiger helmet, wearing a golden chain armor, and a tiger head Zhan golden gun in his hand, it is Luo Yanqing who was summoned.

The other general, the Qin Army, was eight feet tall, burly and majestic, dressed in black robes and black armor, carrying a wind-splitting knife weighing more than 60 pounds, and a high-headed black horse in his crotch, which was Shi Bao, a general under the command of Yuan Ding Yuan.

At the same time, the Sui army in front of the formation suddenly separated to both sides, a veteran with white hair wearing a purple gold crown with a hanging head, wearing a gold heart armor, lined with a purple satin robe, the waist tied to the beast-faced lion barbarian treasure belt, the tiger's head combat boots, and a Eight Desolations Liuhe spear in his hand, urging the crotch mount Blood Jade Qilin to slowly come out of the battle, the five generations of fierce generals Yang Gon, who was born not long ago.

I saw Yang Gon pull his horse and walk to the front of the formation, pointed at the Liuhe gun in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Listen to the barbarian, you have fallen into the siege of our army, as long as you dismount and surrender, the old man can play the lord and protect you from death!" ”

"The old man is so daring, come and die under Grandpa's knife!"

Before he could answer, the young man on the side was already so angry that he was like thunder, and his legs clamped the horse's belly and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"The thief is crazy, see me Qiu Jian come to fight you!"

Qiu Jian shouted loudly in the formation of the state army, slapped his horse and danced his spear to meet the attack.

"Give me death!"

Yuer Mahan roared, waved the brass knife in his hand, and slashed towards Qiu Jian's head with one move.

[Er Mahan Strength 102, Weapon "Brass Machete" Strength +1, Mount "White Spotted and Black Haired Pony" Strength +1.]

Skill "Sword King" is activated, and Force +7

Skill "Brutality" is activated, and Brawn +4

Current Brawn: 115]

"Open!"

Qiu Jianhu roared, and the oolong nine-bladed spear in his hand lifted up to the sky, facing the brass slash of Qier Mahan.

[Qiu Jian's strength is 100, the weapon "Oolong Nine-Bladed Spear" has +1 strength, and the mount "Golden Lion" has +1 strength

Skill "Spear General" is activated, and Brawn +5

Skill "Bravery" is activated, and Brawn +5

Current Force: 112]

"Bell! Clang! Clang! ”

In the blink of an eye, the two warriors had already fought for more than a dozen rounds, and the sound of the collision of weapons shook the ears of the weaker soldiers.

A pair of brass slashers in Mahan were powerful and heavy, wielding them vigorously.

And the oolong nine-bladed spear in Qiu Jian's hand did not let it go, and the layers of spear shadows spread out, and it did not fall behind in the slightest when it collided head-on with the big chopping knife of Qiuer Mahan.

The two members bravely brought you back and forth, horses and dragons and snakes, saw the moves, trampled on the smoke and dust, and the weapons collided with sparks, and the battle lasted more than 50 rounds, and it was still difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Yang Gon watched for a long time behind the battle, and saw that Qiu Jian and Qiuer Mahan were of equal strength, and secretly thought that even if the two fought for hundreds of rounds, there would be no result.

With his legs between the belly of the horse, he waved the Eight Desolation Liuhe Gun in his hand and flew out.

"Incompetent thief, look at the old man coming to take your dog's head!"

Yang Gon rode forward, and the Eight Desolation Liuhe Spear in his hand stabbed at the throat of Yuer Mahan.