The first day of the eighth month of the Chang'an calendar.

Xianrong King's Tent Territory, Fighting!

With the Ganzhou battalion of the coalition army as the vanguard, with 10,000 iron cavalry, the first round of attack began under the leadership of Li Yaoshi. No hesitation, no hesitation.

Yan Beifeng rode his horse in front of the battle, leading the 20,000 Kongshan Army to slowly press in, as the backup of the Ganzhou battalion.

Luo Feng was still unwell, so he had to lie on a stretcher and rest after the battle.

Seeing the coalition forces rushing towards him, Elder West Horde did not move at all, like an old monk sitting in meditation, his determination had been completely conveyed to every soldier of the Elder Guard, that is, there was no way to retreat, let it go.

Seeing that the enemy was coming, Tuoba Fei, the Lord of the Middle Tent, stirred the weeds in his mouth, stared at the flying Pharmacist Li viciously, and picked up the double axes in his hands, as if he had locked on to the target.

The soldiers of the Elder Guard (the Royal Horde) were not nervous, and their faces were excited, like tigers and lions that had been locked in a cage for a long time, and the male hormones soared in their bodies......

Flying like lightning, suddenly, Li Yaoshi took the lead, crashed into the enemy formation, the strict Wang Tent army front was knocked open by the huge impact force, the soldiers of the Ganzhou battalion saw the opportunity, the fish rushed in, suddenly, the military formation of the Wang Tent Army bloomed, Li Yaoshi's sword shadow was heavy, harvesting the lives of these Xian Rong people, however, these Xian Rong soldiers who were eager to fight for a long time were naturally not paper tigers, they brandished their scimitars, desperate to counterattack, for a while, the battle situation fell into a stalemate The two sides are inseparable, If the cavalry that rushed into the infantry formation could not penetrate the enemy's formation, it would be like a quagmire and could only be slaughtered...... When the soldiers around him kept falling off their horses, Pharmacist Li realized his impulse and danger, and when he came back to his senses, the front of the king's tent army had been closed, and they were firmly locked in the formation, but fortunately, the enemy army was only 20,000 people, and there was still hope of breaking through.

"Come with me!" Pharmacist Li let out a loud shout, cut down the few Xianrong soldiers in front of him who tried to sneak up on him, turned his horse's head, and began to rush back to kill.

The soldiers around him followed Pharmacist Li firmly, and Pharmacist Li's handsome banner was guarded by the guards, which was a signal to guide the army in the chaos of the army.

Just when the Ganzhou battalion returned to the horse pistol to break through, Yan Beifeng ordered, and the Kongshan army began to attack the enemy formation.

20,000 people, overwhelming the mountains and seas, like a monstrous wave, on this grassland, towards the Xianrong people.

Yan Beifeng slapped his horse and rushed towards the enemy formation, and the Qingshuang Sword in his hand was already filled with cold air.

"Come on, raise the flag!" Yan Beifeng shouted.

Soon, the flag-bearer who had been arranged a long time ago raised a big flag, nothing else, it was the white-character flag, which was the handsome flag of Bai Feiyu, the former governor of Ganliang Road.

Luo Feng was in the rear army, and he saw this unusually conspicuous banner from a distance, and his heart beat violently.

Similarly, when he saw this flag, there was also Elder West Horde, his reaction was stronger than Luo Feng's, dumbfounded, speechless for a while, he didn't know that this flag was something he had seen once upon a time, he only knew that it was a long time ago.

"Elder, I'm going!" Tuoba Fei, the Lord of the Middle Tent, was still young, obviously not knowing the meaning of the White Flag that year, and he confidently informed the Elder of the West Tent.

"Go, boy, God bless!" Elder Westhor's tone was a little low, he should have cheered for the young man, but he couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

In his eyes, the shaking white-character flag, the noisy shouting and killing, the chaotic footsteps, the piercing metal sound, and the heart of the West Tent Elder were in chaos.

Li Yaoshi, who was fighting bloodily, was covered with the blood of the Xianrong people, and those soldiers of the Wang Tent Army were like mad cows, rampage, completely unafraid of the deterrence of the cavalry, some even flew forward, and some simply faced the horse's head to kill, making the soldiers of the Ganzhou battalion miserable, and some people kept falling from their horses, and their combat effectiveness declined rapidly.

At this moment, the Sky Mountain Army arrived......

The whole battlefield was in chaos, and the tent army of King Xianrong no longer had any tactical formation, they were in groups of three or five, fighting separately, killing people when they saw them, and in the face of such a chaotic battle situation, Yan Beifeng was also quite helpless.

So, in the chaotic battlefield, everyone was red-eyed, Tuoba Fei's double axe was constantly flying, and he opened a way and went straight to Pharmacist Li.

Pharmacist Li also dismounted directly, fought on foot with the guards, rushed left and right, and didn't think much about it.

Yan Beifeng stood on the periphery of the battlefield with his own soldiers, watching the scuffle, his face expressionless.

In the distance, the white yurt houses are connected, the verdant hills rise one after another, and the green sea is full of life under the clear blue sky...... When the wind blows, it will blow a few butterflies hiding in the bushes, and unknown small flowers will bloom all over the land.

"Report! General Lee was wounded! ”

"Oh? Hurry up! ”

This sudden situation made Yan Beifeng a little unexpected, the person who can hurt Pharmacist Li is not bad, it seems that in addition to Tuoba Chi, Duo Plating, and Qihong in Xianrong Country, there are also people who are worthy of fighting by themselves.

Under the fighting of the Kongshan Army, Pharmacist Li was carried out of the line of fire, and when he arrived in front of Yan Beifeng, blood was still dripping on the stretcher.

Pharmacist Li's face was pale, he was already confused, and if he didn't treat him, he might die soon.

"Quick, send it to the back for treatment!" Yan Beifeng hurriedly said.

The soldier quickly carried Pharmacist Li to a safe place.

The faces of several soldiers of the Ganzhou battalion who accompanied him were full of sorrow and fear.

After Yan Beifeng finished arranging, he turned his head and walked towards the battle formation with his sword, he was going to meet this powerful character for a while.

……

In the battle, the Ganzhou battalion suffered heavy losses, and the Kongshan army was fighting fiercely.

Tuoba Fei was killing heartily, he had just succeeded in sneaking up on the enemy general, and he was complacent, thinking that the general of Shangguo was nothing more than that.

The fierce Wang Tent Army is still high-spirited, and the sophisticated equipment makes their protective capabilities far exceed that of the Kongshan Army, and the Kongshan Army can only be counted as light infantry, while this Wang's Tent Army is heavy infantry, otherwise, the Ganzhou Battalion will not suffer such heavy losses, and even the enemy formation of 20,000 people cannot break through.

"I am the Lord of the Middle Tent Tuoba Fei, the cowards of the kingdom, who would dare to fight with Lord Ben? Hahaha! ”

Tuoba Fei's blood was surging for a while, and he didn't know which string was wrong, so he looked up to the sky and shouted, very presumptuous.

"Dare to fight below!" A clear voice came from the front of Tuoba Fei.

Tuoba Fei's laughter stopped abruptly, lowered his head, and looked at the young man in front of him, a little surprised.

"You?" Tuoba Fei asked rhetorically.

"What? Can't? Yan Beifeng said sarcastically.

"If I defeat you, will I not bully the small with the great and the weak with the strong?" Tuoba Fei said contemptuously, the weed in his mouth had been chewed up by him, and only half of it was left.

"I'll give you a hand." Yan Beifeng raised his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, leaned at his side, and said quietly.

The surrounding enemy soldiers naturally knew what was going on, and no one was uninterested, so they let go of a large open space.

"You kid, you don't know what to do, you're really underwhelmed, come on, let Lord Ben teach you, what is low-key! You don't have to let me, I'll get you a hand. Tuoba Fei laughed.

"If you want to let me, I won't do it." Yan Beifeng smiled lightly, calmly, and everything was under control.

Tuoba Fei was stunned for a moment, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, how did he feel cold on his back, how could this weather be like falling into an ice cellar...... Wrong wrong...... The surprised Tuoba Fei raised his eyes and looked at Yan Beifeng, at this moment, he secretly said, no, this kid is definitely not a person, he has long heard that the Central Plains martial arts are powerful, and he is careless......

However, it was too late.

Yan Beifeng slowly sent away his right hand, and with his back behind him, the Qingshuang Sword flashed with a cold light, hanging in the middle of Yan Beifeng's body, slowly spinning...... Constantly there was a visible sword aura emanating from all around......

Tuoba Fei shuddered.

In the distance, a layer of mist gradually grew on the scimitar in the arms of Lord West Horde.