War horses neighed, swords and guns staggered, and the sound of shouting and killing resounded in the sky.

This is a plain between the dense forest and the river, and the military camp originally stationed here has now been invaded by the war, and a large flag with the word "Li" has been cut down at the entrance of the camp.

The garrison was an army of 5,000 black armor and black armor, while the attacking soldiers wearing red tasseled helmets and steel chain mail were constantly rushing down countless soldiers from the warships staying by the river.

In the crowd, the spear in the hand of a middle-aged general in silver armor swept through, and a large number of attacking soldiers were repulsed. But countless more enemies rushed up, and he stared at the soldiers who surrounded him, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly. He had already suffered a number of wounds, and blood was running down his wrist to the gun.

"General! The Northern Wei Dynasty is menacing, there are no less than 30,000 people, and the brothers can't hold it anymore! A lieutenant with a ghost-headed knife came up to him and said anxiously.

The silver-armored general looked at the steady stream of enemies, his face did not show the slightest fear, he pointed his spear across the sky, and roared loudly: "Hide the edge out of the sheath, the brave are not afraid." There is no invincible with me, there is no enemy without me! ”

When the black-armored army fighting on the field heard this shout, the whole body didn't know where it came from, and its momentum suddenly rose, followed by a shout: "Hide the edge out of the sheath, the brave are not afraid." There is no invincible with me, there is no enemy without me! ”

The black-armored army, which had already been defeated and retreated, burst out with a monstrous momentum, blocking the enemy troops who rushed up. But in the end, the enemy was still outnumbered, and 5,000 people had little chance of winning against 30,000 people.

At the gate of the large camp that was on fire on one side of the battlefield, there were dead soldiers lying on the ground, both black armor and attacking enemy troops.

Yun Qingyue was awakened by the shouts on the battlefield, there was a tearing pain in his thigh, and beads of sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground, he looked at his thigh, the black armor was cut by a sharp blade, a black hole was stabbed in his thigh, and red blood flowed out along the wound.

This slogan...... I, why did I cross over? Yun Qingyue laboriously took off the helmet that was crooked on his head, and then fell heavily to the ground. He tore off a piece of cloth from the inner armor and bandaged the wound on his leg, so painful that he cried out, but the sound of the battlefield was resounding all over the world, and his voice naturally no one would notice.

He crossed over, to be precise, into his own book, and was attached to a creep.

He is a street network author, several books in a row have no results, when he wrote a historical network, the code words are too long, the spirit is not high, accidentally spilled the tea on the table, the water leaked to the computer, and then tragically electrocuted.

"I'll go! This slogan is the Tibetan Front Army! It's the Battle of the Creek Beach! He looked at the two sides of the fight, no one paid attention to him on the edge of the battlefield, and soon he analyzed that he had crossed over, and it was still in his own book.

His book is a historical alternate category, with no crossing elements. The protagonist Li Zangfeng is the leader of the Zangfeng Army, the most elite army of Shu Han.

However, he was already planning to write the book of eunuchs, because his editor-in-charge Wu Xing was not optimistic, a book without crossing elements did not have a wide audience, readers had no sense of substitution, and the results were naturally bleak.

But after all, he has signed a contract and has written more than 500,000 words, and he plans to finish the book with a bad ending. When it was writing the chapter where Li Zangfeng was killed because of the battle of Xiaohetan, he crossed over.

"What's the plot behind that? How do I play after Li Zangfeng's death? No, I can't let Li Zangfeng die! He muttered to himself, because he was already planning to be a eunuch, so as long as he finished writing about Li Zangfeng's killing, he chose to finish, so he didn't think about the plot at all.

The wound on his leg was no longer as painful as it was after being bandaged, and he looked towards Li Zangfeng. Li Zangfeng, who was holding a spear, was like no one in the midst of the enemy army, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "It is worthy of being the protagonist written by Lao Tzu, and he is really brave!" ”

At this time, he felt the ground shake, the sound of neat horses' hooves approaching the battlefield, and a long howl came into his ears, "Qingzhou Iron Cavalry, I am invincible!" ”

"it!" Yun Qingyue scolded in his heart, how could the Qingzhou Iron Rider come here? He clearly remembered that he wrote about the battle of Xiaohetan, and Xu Huo, the commander of the Northern Wei Dynasty, mobilized 30,000 troops to wipe out all the 5,000 Zangfeng troops, and Li Zangfeng also died in the hands of Xu Huo?

At this time, shouldn't the Qingzhou Iron Cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty defend against Wu Yueguo at Hulukou?

All right! After crossing by himself, the trajectory of this alternate history is completely different from his own setting, and now it is even more difficult to save Li Zangfeng!

Qingzhou Iron Cavalry, the most powerful iron cavalry in the Northern Wei Dynasty, only 10,000 people, but it can reach 200,000 strong troops, all of which defended Wu Yue at Hulukou. And look at this posture, there must be at least 3,000 Qingzhou Iron Cavalry, as soon as the Qingzhou Iron Cavalry joins the battlefield, the situation on the battlefield is like a devastating and decaying, and the Tibetan Front Army is in danger.

Now he wants to save Li Zangfeng, and then hug the protagonist's thigh, he has completely given up this idea, and now his only thought is how to live.

Sure enough, although Xu Huo's force was inferior to Li Zangfeng, under the encirclement of many partial generals, Li Zangfeng, who was already injured, was captured. The morale of the Zangfeng army was low, and they were floated one after another, and many of the injured were tied up, and Yun Qingyue was not spared.

After the war, the battlefield was no longer as noisy as before, only the flames of war were still burning, making a crackling sound.

Like many Zangfeng soldiers, he was escorted, gathered together, kneeling on the ground, and behind him were Northern Wei soldiers with big swords and fierce eyes.

Xu Huo walked in front of Li Zangfeng, who was tied up with five flowers, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he gently took off his golden helmet, and the soldiers behind him took it with both hands.

"Get on your knees!" The soldier who was holding Li Zangfeng pressed his shoulder, trying to force him to kneel in front of Xu Huo. However, although Li Zangfeng was seriously injured, he did not move at all. The soldier kicked him in the shin again, trying to get him to kneel, but Li Zangfeng's eyes were resolute, and blood ran down his helmet to his cheek, and he would rather die than kneel.

"Forget it! What kind of character is General Li? An dare to be so rude to General Li! Xu Huo waved his hand and said with a smile to the soldiers who were still forcing Li Zangfeng to kneel.

The soldier took his foot, gave up and took a small step back, respectfully stepping aside.

"General Li is a well-known figure in Shu Han, with your Tibetan Feng Army stationed in the Qingyuan River, my Northern Wei Dynasty has not gained an inch for decades. Tsk, it's a pity, your 15,000 elites were transferred, so I Xu Huo had a chance. The smile on the corner of Xu Huo's mouth became more and more intense.

Li Zangfeng didn't say a word, just stared at Xu Huo, not knowing what to think.

"It's a pity, General Li, the elite you worked so hard to cultivate will be buried in Yuwei Mountain." Xu Huo smiled gloomily and said.

"What do you mean?" Li Zangfeng said.