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In the camp of the North Palace, the war drums rumbled, the horns sounded sharply, one after another, the flags of each battalion rolled, the soldiers surged like a tide, and the bald eagle of the Beigong servant army had been erected again, waving in the twilight, hunting and hunting.

Murong Shao, Yan Yu and several other commanders stood on the platform in front of the Chinese army's big tent, condescending, looking around, but saw that the black-scarfed bearded man was holding the Fang Tian painting halberd, leading eighteen black-clothed armor soldiers behind him, among thousands of troops and horses, without fear, riding a high-headed horse, rushing left and right, where he passed, a gust of wind swept through, like a wave cracking, unstoppable, feather arrows shot towards them like raindrops, all of them were swept away one by one.

The spectators saw these nineteen black-armored knights in the midst of thousands of troops, rolling up a raging wind, flying sand and rocks with them, as if entering a no-man's land, this spirit rushed straight to Xiao Han, and they were also admired.

The nineteen knights relied on their courage and blood, but the Beigong soldiers relied on the strength of the people. This battle lasted from the morning to the twilight, and the Beigong soldiers suffered extremely heavy casualties, but they also fought endlessly.

Since Murong Shao followed his father to fight, he has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has killed the allied forces of other worlds invincible, and they all bowed and surrendered, and when they saw today's battle, they were also shocked. He raised his hand and pointed at these nineteen people, and asked left and right: "I recently learned that this Ba Changfeng has always fought against my Beigong Army alone, but I don't know when he formed this team of armor soldiers, and he is so brave. ...... Who knows their names?" all the captains looked at each other, but they did not know.

Flame Bird stood up and said to the crowd, "I'll ask." After saying that, he went straight down the steps, rode his horse to the army, and asked loudly to the bearded man who was rushing to kill: "Ba Changfeng, what is the name of the team you lead, can you report it to us and others?"

"Eighteen Riders of the Storm!"

The flame and the horse turned his horse's head, returned to the big tent of the Chinese army, saluted Murong Shao, and said: "Back to General Murong, the name of the team led by Ba Changfeng is Fengyun Eighteen Cavalry. ”

Murong Shao listened, looking at this team fighting on the battlefield, like a hurricane rush, rushing back and forth in the 100,000 army, every time an impact is launched, it will be swept through a murderous wind, invincible, although there are many soldiers in Beigong, they can't help but be very envious, and said: "Such bravery, it's not my gain, it's a pity!" After a long silence, he turned back to the generals and said: "Pass my order, whoever kills one of the eighteen horsemen of Fengyun will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and promoted to the third level!"

The herald held the white flag in his hand, went to give the order, and under the heavy reward, all the soldiers flocked forward, one by one, like a swarm of ants. I could only hear that in the camp, horns sounded on all sides, horses' hooves galloped, and more than a dozen thousand-strong teams with special abilities rushed to meet them, intercepting Ba Changfeng and other nineteen people, like an iron wall, fighting for their lives.

Immediately beside Murong Shao, two captains with magical skills stood up, bowed to Murong Shao, turned around and ran down the steps, and rushed up with their swords in their hands.

Su Xinyan looked around, the sun was already twilight, and a faint quarter moon had begun to move slowly in the eastern sky, the wind was light and the clouds were light, showing peace, and on the ground, the fierce battle was still unending, there were stumps and broken legs everywhere, screaming again and again, and there was only the smell of blood in the air.

Beigong military horses hugged shields and arrows, and they were gradually approaching from all directions, she shook the Liquan gun in her hand, and looked coldly at the wolf tooth arrows that were like clusters of branches on all sides, flashing with a cold light, and her face was expressionless, just waiting to fight for the last drop of blood.

At this moment, a herald galloped over on horseback and shouted: "General Chuan, do you think twice about whether Miss Su will surrender or not? If she does, as long as she hands over Fan Xiang, a wanted criminal in Beigong, the general will treat Miss Su as her guest; if she does not surrender, she will be killed!"

Su Xinyan tightened the gun in his hand and said coldly: "As a member of the Han family, my ghost cave has no surrender, only war." Without further ado, come on. As he spoke, he held the gun in both hands and was about to rush to the spear shield array in front of him.

Just as the battle was about to be engaged, a commotion was suddenly heard in front of the camp gate, the horses suddenly dispersed, and thousands of cavalry retreated to both sides like a tide, chaotic formation.

A circular object suddenly broke through the air from outside the camp, and the shock wave it carried was so strong that the soldiers and men at the camp gate flew out with their horses, and then, with a loud "bang", smashed heavily into a row of guns and shields in front of Su Xinyan, knocking this row of soldiers out and breaking a big hole. With a shock wave of the ground, the fly ash and small pebbles were stirred up by a shock wave, forming a circle that spread in all directions, shaking the surrounding soldiers back a few steps in unison. Then, the round thing flew back and landed on the ground in front of Su Xinyan's horse, dripping and turning, and after a while, it stopped, but it was an antique-like bronze gourd, and on the slender gourd mouth, a transparent liquid like water gushed out. Everyone felt that for a moment, a figure was already standing in front of the gourd, and it was as if it had fallen from the sky.

Su Xinyan looked intently, and saw that the man was wearing a shabby blue-blue coarse cloth robe, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, tall and thin, with a somewhat pale and thin face, and very delicate eyebrows, like a down-and-out scholar, with a careless expression.

I saw that the man didn't look at the soldiers on all sides, staggering, Gu Zi bent down and picked up the gourd, put it to his mouth, closed his eyes, drank a big sip from the gourd's mouth, and then smashed his lips, it seemed to be a very beautiful taste, he turned his head slowly, glanced at Su Xinyan, his eyes were drunk, and said: "Where did this wild girl come from, if you don't study hard at home, how can you learn from other people's male babies to come out, and, fight with people, well, female babies can't fight, you want Sven, Sven some ......" As he spoke, he raised the wine gourd, took another big sip, squinted his eyes, sprayed the wine, looked at the soldiers around him, raised his hand, pointed to the soldiers surrounded on all sides, and said: "You people are not good, what kind of big group of men, bullying a little girl, well, not good, not good, I don't like it!" He raised the wine gourd in his hand to the soldiers, chattered, and said: "Look, you see, let me knock over this old wine again, well, waste, too wasteful, shameful, shameful, shameful." Alas, today's young people, they really don't learn well, the old people have worked hard to earn it, you say that if you knock it over, you will knock it over, alas, I'm angry, I'm sulking!"

When all the soldiers saw that there was another person on the battlefield out of thin air, they were all stunned, and then, listening to this person's chatter, they were all angry, and five or six soldiers shouted and slashed down at the young drunken man with a knife. The drunken man chattered to himself, swayed and swayed, raised his hand and took another sip, and said to himself: "Well, it's not good to fight, young man, you have to learn well, it's good." As he spoke, his footsteps moved slightly, and a phantom shadow flashed, which was already behind those soldiers, like a strange ghost, with five fingers bluffing, and gently stroked the back of these people's heads. Everyone only felt a light breeze blowing, and before these soldiers could snort, they were all bleeding from the seven orifices, and they were planted on the ground with a "poof".

This fall was like lightning and fire, and everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and then they saw these five or six soldiers fall to the ground, and all the sergeants were surprised.

The archers of the encirclement array had already bent their bows and arrows, and they were already impatient to wait, and immediately hundreds of wolf's tooth arrows were shot at the people in the formation like flying locusts, only to hear this man laugh, stand on tiptoe, and spin several times like a fan on the spot, stirring up a stream of air, and the air flow rotated rapidly, giving birth to red flames. The arrows that were shot entered this cyclone, burning, mixed with the dust and gravel on the ground, and with this cyclone, they rotated rapidly, and after a while, they only heard a loud sound of "boom", and the arrows, dust, and gravel in the cyclone, carrying the raging flames, flew out one after another, like a bewitching fireworks, radiating to the soldiers who surrounded the formation, piercing through the strong shield, and also penetrating the bodies of many soldiers around them. The soldiers on all sides fell down in large pieces, and the broken limbs were scattered in all directions, and bright red blood spilled out, and the screams came one after another. Sparks were scattered on the ground, and the battlefield here was in shambles.

The drunk man staggered a few steps forward, lifted the wine gourd, took a sip, looked at these frightened soldiers, drunk, spewing wine, grinning, and said: "Oh, I told you not to play with fire, don't play with fire, you just don't listen, now it's good, not only play with fire, but also throw things at me, look, now it's okay, everyone has no fun anymore." I'm telling you, you have to remember, don't throw anything at me in the future, haha, I'm calling it a peach in return, what's the matter, haven't heard of it? Well, I haven't heard of it, that's right. We are poor, but we are not called Hanako, haha. ”

The surviving soldiers were all horrified and retreated.

At this time, I could only hear the sound of the horn in the west camp in the large camp, waving the flag, and the five thousand people rushed to the core, once again surrounding Su Xinyan and the drunken man in the core.

The leading general rode a tall horse, carried a three-pointed and two-edged knife, stood in front of the formation, and asked loudly: "Oh, the man of the woods, report your name." ”

The man squinted his eyes, looked at the leading general, chattered in his mouth, grinned, and said: "A few hatreds, what's the matter, 'reciprocate the peach', haven't you heard of it?" Haha, if you haven't heard of it, you can only be considered unlucky." As he spoke, he took a step forward and smiled.

"How many hatreds do you have? Do you have a few hatreds for Shouyang Mountain's 'reciprocating with peaches'? People say that 'so drunk, you have a grudge against wine', right?"

"Why? You haven't heard of it? Haha, if you haven't heard of it, you think you're unlucky. ”

"A few hatreds, my Beigong has never provoked you as the god of Shouyang Nine Mountains, you don't enjoy your wine in the mountain to participate in the conquest of my Beigong, this is a bit out of order. ”

"What, am I involved? I just can't get used to seeing so many people bullying a little girl, what's the matter, can't I? I'm not happy, I have to take care of it. ”

"I advise you not to get involved, otherwise, it will not be good for you Shouyang Jiushan. ”

"Yes, you say I'm involved, then I'll be involved, haha. Ji Ji squinted his eyes, sprayed the smell of wine, staggered a few steps, half lay on the ground, lifted the wine gourd, took a big sip on the gourd's mouth, and no longer ignored the leading general, Gu Zi chanted in a long voice:——

There is one person in the wine, Gu Ying is opposite,

Look at each other, take pity on your clothes_

I drink myself, I get drunk,

And a song, the sound of the piano is wonderful,

Singing wildly, laughing proudly,

Dancing a sword, frivolous youth,

The world is long, I am at ease in the rivers and lakes, drinking a pot of turbid wine!

Drunk spring and autumn, two sorrows,

Half-awake to look at the sword,

The people of Iraq are only in the depths of a hundred flowers,

The red face is easy to age, and the acacia is thin,

Sigh, is it waiting, is it leaving?

......

The general who led the army was very angry when he saw that he was so contemptuous of his hatred, and he shouted, and danced his sword on his horse, and took a few revenge. The three-pointed two-edged knife rolled up a ball of flames, and rolled towards the half-lying Qiu Ji on the ground, and the blade slashed out, like the blazing sun's flames, obliquely enveloping the Qi Ji and Su Xinyan in the array.