The night burned in the darkness, and the camp that stretched for five miles was burning everywhere, and the flames were like fiery red lotuses, wantonly blooming with a strange light.

The tents were burned, the flags were burned, the horses were scurrying in the flames, and there was a terrible neigh, and the soldiers were rolling around on the ground, but they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, and could only wail in pain. Yan Ling stood on the chariot in rags, staring at all this blankly. The brave retainers guarded him, shouting loudly, trying to organize men to escort Yan Ling to break out of the encirclement of flames, however, the enemy's chariots and heavy armored horses were like powerful hammers, hammering out all hope one after another.

It collapsed, and the army of 20,000 people collapsed under the surprise attack of Yan Eighteen. Yan Ling also collapsed, he didn't expect Yan Eighteen to raid at night, let alone Yan Eighteen to be so cunning and ruthless.

"Liars, vile liars, filthy souls!"

Yan Ling cursed with trembling lips, just when the sun had just set, Yan Eighteen ordered someone to send him a battle letter, saying that he was going to have a just and fair duel with Yan Ling when the sun rose tomorrow, yes, this is an ancient tradition that has been handed down from the time of the ancient god king, in order to reduce unnecessary bloodshed. Yan Eighteen's wording was very sincere, and ordered the army to retreat fifteen miles overnight to show sincerity. Yan Ling believed it, there was nothing to doubt about it, after all, they were all Yan people, and his eighteenth brother was so fragile, a gust of wind could blow him away, let alone a duel?

However, the reality is harsh.

When Yan Eighteen was wrapping the horse's hooves in a thick wet cloth, Yan Ling ordered someone to boil a large bucket of hot water, he confronted Yan Eighteen for more than half a month, wearing iron armor every day, his nerves collapsed very tightly, he should have taken a hot bath to relax. When Yan Eighteen led two hundred chariots and five thousand heavy armor to the dark to Yan Ling's camp ten miles away, Yan Ling was enjoying a sumptuous dinner, he ate half a leg of mutton, five fragrant meatloaf, and drank a full cup of Yan wine, fifteen years of aging, he thought, tomorrow is going to be a duel with the poor eighteen brothers, in order to respect him, I have to save my strength, wait until dawn, will I kill him? Well, that's a problem, and perhaps I should learn from the benevolent White Wolf King, and I will give him a life as long as he serves me as his king.

When Yan Ling fell asleep, Yan Eighteen came.

"Damn liar, you're going to hell!!"

The people around Yan Ling died one by one, those people were loyal retainers and warriors, they turned their horses' heads like moths to a fire, and crashed towards the pursuers, an old retainer just rushed to Yan Eighteen's chariot, and was about to pick Yan Eighteen off the chariot, and rushed out of a horse, slammed a long halberd, and put the old retainer on the tip of the halberd, the old retainer roared angrily, the man shook his hand violently, and the old retainer was smashed in the blood, and the old retainer didn't say a word, because his neck was broken.

"Yan Eighteen, you coward, you will be scolded and laughed at by the world, and you will be stinking for 10,000 years!!"

Yan Ling had nowhere to escape, there were black horses on all sides, and there were fires burning in all directions, he was desperate, and roared in pain at Yan Eighteen on the chariot opposite.

"The only option is to live. My third brother. ”

Yan Eighteen's face was extremely pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes with his head lowered showed unbearability, it seemed that he was even more afraid than Yan Ling, but when he raised his head, the unbearability in his eyes disappeared, and what remained was incomparably firm, he pulled out the iron spear hanging on the chariot, and said loudly: "Come on, third brother, I will duel with you." ”

"Duel?"

Yan Ling was stunned, and looked to the left and right of the chariot, the royal hand was dead, the archer was also dead, the halberd was the old retainer, there was no longer any living guard by his side, but he was a Yan man, and before he died, he burst out the iron blood of the Yan people, he lifted the reins and rushed towards Yan Eighteen: "Come on, you coward!" ”

"Bang!"

Yan Shibai threw out the iron spear in his hand, and with all the strength of his body, his whole face turned red, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but he stared at the iron spear deadly, watching it penetrate deep into Yan Ling's neck, bringing up a blood line.

Yan Ling covered his neck and fell, he couldn't believe it when he died, this gun was actually thrown by Yan Eighteen, that was Yan Eighteen, poor Yan Eighteen, cowardly Yan Eighteen, Yan Eighteen who was as timid as a woman, he dared, dared to throw the gun in his hand at me?

"Bump." There was a muffled sound.

Yan Eighteen closed his eyes in pain, covered his face and squatted down.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Someone was calling for Yan Eighteen.

Yan Eighteen opened his eyes, and his forbidden army commander Che Ying rode a war horse from the flames, beating a bloody halberd: "Your Majesty, the rebels on the middle road have pulled out of camp, and the rebels on the east road are also moving closer here, we have to evacuate as soon as possible and join the army." ”

Yan Eighteen is orthodox, and the others are, of course, rebels.

"It's them."

Yan Eighteen stood up with the wheel in his hand, his lips were snow-white, and he had a cold smile on his face.

In the dark night, the burning camp was like a devil's smile, extremely dazzling, the army of black pressure was slowly pressing towards it, whether it was Yan Zhiyun or Yan Hun had not come back to their senses, they were also the same as Yan Ling, they received Yan Eighteen's battle letter, they had already fallen asleep, but they were awakened by this monstrous fire. Because they were far away and couldn't hear the sound of killing, they thought it was dry and dry, and the camp in the west was on fire and water, until the remnants of the defeated army came to report, only to know that Yan 18 had raided the Yanling camp.

This is incredible.

Yan Zhiyun thought, this is not like something that Xiao Eighteen can do, he doesn't even dare to kill a chicken, how dare he risk the world to sneak attack, it is obvious that this is what the three Yan Wuxian brothers did.

Zhongli Honghu said conclusively: "Your Majesty, Yan Eighteen is menacing, the 60,000 troops of the Yan clan in Longshan are all elite in a hundred battles, and now it is night, and I can't see my five fingers, in order to avoid being ambushed, I should defend the camp and wait for the dawn." Besides, Yan Ling is not a fuel-efficient lamp, don't forget that it was he who was the first to jump up against Jun Shang and drive the army to the bottom of Yanjing City. Who knows, could this be a trap he has set? Perhaps, it was the trap he and Yan Eighteen set together! "The more you talk about it, the more sure it is.

Yan Zhiyun hesitated.

But Zhongli Hongfu said: "Your Excellency, since it is an alliance of the three armies, how can you abandon your allies, it will be laughed at by the world." What the king wants is for all the people to return to their hearts, and what he wants is for the world of Yan Kingdom, so he must make the posture of the king of ten thousand times, so Yan Ling has to be saved. Your Majesty, the victory or defeat lies in the hearts of the people of the world, and tonight is the final battle. ”

"Yes, since they say I'm a rebel, let them see who is a rebel and who is a coward who breaks his promise!"

Yan Zhiyun gritted his teeth and ordered the army to pull out the camp, but he still had a selfish motive and ordered the army to hold high the torches and move forward slowly, so that the situation was done, and the potential enemy should also die, killing birds with one stone. As long as you survive this dark night, the light will be in front of you.

At the same time, Yan Hun in the eastern camp saw that Yan Zhiyun had finally moved, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he and Yan Ling were grasshoppers on the same front, compared to Yan Zhiyun and Yan Eighteen, their strength was insufficient, yes, although he had formed an alliance with Yan Zhiyun, he had already formed an alliance with Yan Ling in private, and the alliance with Yan Ling was higher than Yan Zhiyun's tripartite covenant. It's not ridiculous, it's all about survival, and only by surviving will you have a chance to gain ultimate power. So, he also moved, but he ran faster than Yan Zhiyun. When he ran to the west camp and stopped the army, he found that Yan Eighteen was facing the raging fire with his back to him, and he was waiting for the battle.

"Haha, poor little eighteen, you are killing yourself!"

Seeing Yan Eighteen's thin formation, Yan Hun laughed. At this time, he had forgotten Yan Ling's life and death, as long as he captured Yan Eighteen alive, or chopped off Yan Eighteen's head, then, he could carry Yan Eighteen's head to see the three Yan Wuxian brothers, and he no longer needed any allies, because Yan Eighteen was dead, and the Longshan Yan clan was a rebel, and they had to find the next prince and help that prince achieve the final victory.

"Report, Yan Hun is at war with the enemy."

"Who's coming?"

"Yan Eighteen."

"Report, Yan Eighteen is in danger, and he will fight and retreat."

The fast rider ran back and forth with a torch, and the sound of the order made Yan Zhiyun's eyelids jump.

"Your Majesty, don't miss the opportunity, you won't come again!" Zhongli Hongfu shouted, and the green tendons on his neck protruded.

"Your Majesty, if Yan Hun defeats Yan Eighteen, the Longshan Yan clan will fall into Yan Hun's hands, don't let him take advantage of it!" Zhongli Honghu also shouted, it is rare, the two have the same opinion.

"Full speed on the three armies!"

Finally, the suspicious Yan Zhiyun made up his mind, and ordered the army to gallop fast, the chariot ran the fastest, again the light cavalry and heavy armor single horse, and finally the 35,000 foot sword and shield men, halberders, and archers, and the 50,000 army dragged up a disconnected march line of fifteen miles in the dark, and this line was still getting longer and longer.

"The time has come."

"It's finally here."

"Big brother, what kind of person do you say the king is?"

"Not a fool anyway. Definitely not. ”

"What's that?"

"A madman, a madman who dares to use himself as bait. I decided to follow him, and this would be a great prince, even greater than the kings who came before me. ”

Under the dark night sky, Yan Wuji, Yan Toe, and Yan Wu stood on the three side-by-side chariots, the three brothers silently tied the red cloth wrapped around their arm armor, Yan Wuxian pulled out the Qingli sword, and the sword bloomed in the dark night, guiding the black iron army behind him.

"Come, soldiers, follow me and crush all the enemy."

"Tomorrow, it will all be over."