On the first day of August in the Chang'an calendar, dusk.

The fierce battle continued, on the land around the king's tent, countless lives had been buried, not to be outdone, no one retreated, the scimitar in his hand was curled, so he picked up a knife and continued to kill, if the arm was broken, he used his leg, and if the leg was broken, he tore it, and they had magnified the soul of a warrior a thousand times.

The Kongshan Army was naturally no better, thinking that it could win more and less, but it turned out that the opponent in front of him was not the group of soldiers under Tan Gen before, their courage exceeded the expectations of everyone in the Kongshan Army, including Yan Beifeng, he never thought that the combat power of the Wang Tent Army was terrifying.

The Ganzhou battalion was even more slaughtered, and only less than 3,000 people were withdrawn, which can be said to be a heavy loss, and it was no longer able to fight.

In front of Yan Beifeng, the middle tent Lord Tuoba Fei tightly held the scimitar in his hand, the beads of sweat on his forehead were shaking, and the wolf-like eyes were highly vigilant against the steady young man in front of him, his aura had already intimidated the entire battlefield.

The Qingshuang Sword slowly rotated under the urging of the internal force, and Yan Beifeng flew at Tuoba with his hands behind his back, unhurried, unhurried.

The two of them were motionless, but, obviously, Yan Beifeng had already taken the initiative.

Tuoba Fei was very nervous, he didn't know what he was going to do, whether to rush up and fight to the death or wait and see, who was high and who was low, it was already clear at a glance, he couldn't beat but couldn't escape, behind his back, Lord Xihor was still looking at himself, not to mention, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get ahead, he definitely couldn't miss it.

People, I am most afraid that I will encounter the best opportunity when my strength is not enough, this is a hurdle, some people can't help but want to step over, and as a result, they will fall and bleed, or even die, some people are very sensible, they will control their legs and continue to cultivate, but such a rational person saves one in a thousand miles.

"You said your name is Tuoba Fei, what do you want to do with General Tuoba Chi?" Yan Beifeng suddenly spoke, and Tuoba Fei was frightened for a while, a little nervous.

"I am brothers of the same kind." Tuoba Fei replied.

"Sure enough, Tuoba Chi is really a general, knowing that he can't do it, although he has the intention of being foolish and loyal, he does not lose the style of a general." Yan Beifeng knew that Tuoba Fei was playing a drum and hesitating in his heart at this moment, so he didn't open which pot to mention, and talked about Tuoba Chi's deeds. This kind of praise on the surface is a compliment, but in fact it is an irony of Tuoba Flying Straw Bag, which is not painful or itchy, just right, this kind of heart-attacking technique, especially used by readers, and used it perfectly.

Tuoba Fei is also a person, the first person in the middle tent, the leader of the king's tent army, young and vigorous, how can he be so ironic, and he was furious for a while.

"Humph! Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is just avenging his brother! ”

As soon as the words fell, Tuoba Fei swung his knife to kill, Yan Beifeng smiled secretly, stretched out his right hand, and waved it slightly, only to see that the Qingshuang Sword suddenly lit up, and the cold air overflowed, starting from the feet of Yan Beifeng, the frost gradually condensed, spreading rapidly to the surroundings.

Tuoba Fei was taken aback, what kind of evil art is this, how can the Central Plains martial arts be like this? It's over, then I'm not a rabbit biting a tiger, and I can't do it...... That's how it can be good.

Just thinking about it, who knew that a distraction, his feet were cold, and he couldn't move, Tuoba Fei broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly looked down, only to see that the thick frost froze his feet, and he was fixed on the ground and couldn't move.

The hundreds of soldiers around him were also like Tuoba Fei's fate, unable to move.

The soldiers of the Kongshan Army naturally knew how powerful Yan Sima was, although they were also injured by mistake, they did not complain at all, and some even sat down directly, just resting.

Some were scuffling with the enemy, but they didn't want to be frozen, so the two big men faced each other, or the enemy, and they were a little embarrassed, and they stopped for a while, at a loss, of course, the soldiers of the Xianrong Wang's tent army were more frightened, they had never seen such a scene.

"What do you want!" Tuoba Fei knew that he had been defeated, and roared in frustration.

"Kill yourself." Yan Beifeng saw Tuoba Fei's unyielding but unwilling eyes, and wanted to save some face for him, so as not to lose his last dignity.

Tuoba Fei clenched the scimitar in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth, but he was helpless, he finally fell on the hurdle of life......

"Why, why! I don't, I don't! Tuoba Fei suddenly went berserk, wielding his scimitar wantonly, like crazy, but he couldn't move.

The surrounding soldiers of the King's Tent Army were instantly demoralized.

In the distance, Elder West Tent tugged at his sleeves, gently wiped the frost off the scimitar in his arms, and slowly got up.

Tuoba Fei Xu was tired, and the whole person completely collapsed and gave up, and fell to his knees on the ground, losing his mind. The most important opportunity in life, but the skills are not as good as others, and if you die here, whoever changes will go crazy.

Yan Beifeng ignored him, because he had already noticed that the Wang Tent army, which had begun to retreat, seemed to be reorganizing its formation under the command of someone.

"You're not as good as your brother." Yan Beifeng dropped such a sentence, and walked over from Tuoba Fei lightly, and the Qingshuang Sword was easily taken back by him, and suddenly the cold dissipated, and in an instant, the frost on the ground turned into water.

Tuoba Fei stood up, turned around, looked at Yan Beifeng's back, thought about something, and slowly picked up the scimitar.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the soldiers of the Kongshan Army around them hurriedly protected Yan Beifeng.

Yan Beifeng did not look back.

"The whole army is gathered and regrouped! Where is the flag? ”

"The subordinates are here!" The standard-bearer came running with a white flag held high.

"Follow me!"

"Yes!"

After an order, the Kongshan Army began to retract, and the battlefield that had just been chaotic gradually calmed down, like the tide receding, and both sides began to regroup.

The soldiers of the Kongshan Army who were surrounding Yan Beifeng stared closely at Tuoba Fei, who was stunned behind Yan Beifeng.

Yan Beifeng tilted his head slightly, wanted to turn back but held back, sighed, and went to the military formation.

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, Tuoba Fei stood as if he had lost his soul.

The Western Tent Elder in the distance looked at Tuoba Fei who was stunned from afar, and did not send anyone to call him to retreat, but just muttered, "It's good that Qihong is here." ”

……

The Kongshan Army is in formation, and there are only more than 10,000 people left in the 20,000 Kongshan Army at the moment, and the Ganzhou battalion has lost its combat effectiveness, but fortunately, the appearance of Yan Beifeng has made the morale of the two troops with heavy losses still high.

At this time, Luo Feng also wore a thick cloak and walked into the formation with the support of the soldiers. He raised his eyes to look at the white-character flag flying high, and then looked at Yan Beifeng who was standing under it, and walked over with an expressionless face.

"Marshal! How did you get up? Yan Beifeng was reorganizing the team, and when he saw Luo Feng coming, he hurriedly asked.

"Soldiers use their lives, I can't just lie down." Luo Feng sighed.

"Your body is important, the marshal should have a good rest, the war is with me, you can rest assured." Yan Beifeng said.

Luo Feng was silent for a while, and Yan Beifeng sensed that he wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

"If the marshal has anything to say, just say it." Yan Beifeng said bluntly.

"What if you take the king's tent, and what if you can't take it?" Luo Feng thought for a moment and said.

Yan Beifeng was a little surprised, and then understood Luo Feng's thoughts, and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"I see." Yan Beifeng said in a low voice, he knew that the original intention of this battle was to deter Xianrong, it was impossible to completely eliminate them, and his own side could not fight for a long time, now, the strategic goal has been achieved, there is really no need to spend it with them, even if they retreat now, the Xianrong people will not dare to invade the Central Plains again for at least five years. But......

Luo Feng stepped forward, patted Yan Beifeng, who was a little depressed, nodded, and turned to leave. He hoped that Yan Beifeng could understand that if he was here to do something emotionally for someone's last wish and fight for his family, he was afraid that they would not even be able to go back to Luoyang Mansion. Chang Long is still watching in Wuwei County, Xiacheng still has the pace of the South Horde, Yangzhou still has Yingqiong, and even Qingzhou, Luo Feng also got some news that Qingzhou has moved, the Central Plains is about to change the sky, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is full of buildings, and if you don't leave a hand, you will die without a place to be buried.

Yan Beifeng actually understood what Luo Feng meant, but he felt a little indebted, Pharmacist Li, Zhang Xin, Guo Chao, and Mr. Bai...... The lifelong wish of these people who guarded the western frontier was not to completely calm the external troubles as they are now. It's a pity...... If the king's tent can be completely wiped out, the Xianrong Kingdom will be greatly damaged, and when the time comes, they will balance the strength with Menghu, and they will be unable to harass each other and be unable to harass the Central Plains. I'm only one step away...... Alas!

Yan Beifeng's hand shrunk into a sleeve clenched into a fist, not at all reconciled!

The white flag rattled.

"You're not reconciled......"

Yan Beifeng shook his head helplessly.

The surrounding soldiers of the Kongshan Army pricked up their ears and waited for Yan Beifeng's words, and the smart soldiers all heard what Luo Feng meant just now, and they were not reconciled, so many comrades died in battle, but now they are going to withdraw? What is this?

"Yan Sima ......" An officer couldn't help but step forward, wiped the blood and mud on his face, and said in a low voice.

Yan Beifeng glanced at the officer, and his heart was extremely conflicted.

"Prepare for battle!"

After a long time, Yan Beifeng gave an order.

"Whoa!" The officer was overjoyed and rushed to give the order.

……

The horn sounded, and it was the melody of preparation for battle.

Luo Feng, who was lying on the stretcher and resting with his eyes closed, frowned fiercely, as if he was in some pain, he turned over and lay on his side.

"Report, Yan Sima sent a message......"

"Needless to say, I see."

The soldier who came to deliver the message was stunned and at a loss, and he heard the unhappiness in his words.

"How's the battle going?" Luo Feng asked.

"The Xianrong people are fighting again with the whole army, our army is facing the enemy, and the enemy's main general, Tuoba Fei, has committed suicide in front of the two armies." The soldier replied.

"Order, quick victory."

"Yes!"