Although Azig was defeated in the confrontation, the Jin army had an absolute superiority in strength, so the hundreds of Han cavalry did not fight the enemy like a mantis arm, and took advantage of the chaos to give the Jin army a certain amount of damage, and immediately retreated into Beiliang City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Obviously, the Han army in Beiliangcheng only carried out a beautiful counterattack and had no intention of a decisive battle.

After hundreds of Han troops got rid of the siege of the Jin army and successfully retreated into Beiliang City, the gate of Beiliang City was not completely closed, and there were still narrow gaps that could be passed by one person.

The Han army in the city did this, not because of any conspiracy, but because there was a companion outside the city who did not return to the city.

That man was none other than the Han cavalry who almost beheaded Azig from his horse.

At this time, the cavalry of the Han army had retreated to a distance of less than twenty steps from the city gate, but unexpectedly restrained the war horse under his crotch, and turned to look at the countless Dajin troops who were approaching.

The fierce cold wind gradually dissipated, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.

In front of the gate of Beiliang City, under the battle flag of the Han Dynasty, one person and one horse seemed so lonely.

But this loneliness did not seem to be much miserable, the setting sun at dusk shone on the man's body, and the dim yellow sunlight seemed to have ignited a fire, scorching and dazzling.

He looked coldly at the Jin army in front of him, the momentum of the mighty prison sea made every Jin soldier's heart tremble, the armor soaked in the blood of the enemy was dazzling in the light, his eyes were like a steel knife slowly drawn from the dark night, and the cold edge flashed with the eager expectation of depriving life.

His eyes swept over, and every Jin soldier felt his neck feel cold, like a heavy sword on his neck.

Azige's face was complicated, frightened, incomprehensible, angry, all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart, he stared at the mighty Han cavalry, and after a long time, he waved his arm fiercely, and a golden soldier jumped out from his side, and rushed forward.

One-on-one, Azig didn't want to do it, but he couldn't choose.

The Han army retreated quickly, the city gate was almost closed, and it was impossible for the Jin army to take the opportunity to take the city gate, and in the face of the obviously provocative enemy, Azig could order the archers to shoot with random arrows, but then the Jin army would definitely fall behind in morale.

After all, there is only one person on the other side, and it is clearly a challenge, doesn't the Jin army's killing with bows and arrows show that no one dares to fight among tens of thousands of people?

This humiliation was unacceptable to Azige, and neither was the Daikin soldiers, who admired bravery.

The war drums up, and the sound of killing shook the sky!

There are horses neighing, and soldiers are cold.

The soldiers of the Jin Army slapped the blades in their hands vigorously, cheering on the warrior who had gone into battle.

Under the city of Beiliang, the cavalry of the Han army slowly rode forward, and when the Jin soldiers who rushed over on the opposite side were only half an arrow away from him, he suddenly raised his sword and pointed forward, raised his head high, and said: "Xuanyuan Chen, the king of Northern Liang of the Han Dynasty, please fight to the death with the lord of the Great Jin Kingdom, Borjueluo!"

No dialogue, just a fight. There is no maneuver, a battle is a battle of life and death!

The empty plains are silent.

Whether it was the Jin army under the city or the Han army in the city, they all looked intently at the Han family who stood in front of tens of thousands of troops, riding a horse and a single sword.

The man's appearance was not vicious, but he had a cold face that made the hearts of the wicked tremble.

He was in his early twenties at most, but his black hair was gray, his handsome face was full of vicissitudes, and his deep eyes were wrinkled.

Like a flowing year, like a knife like an arrow, even if it can't destroy the strange bones, it has changed the face of the past!

But his waist was still as straight as a spear, and his eyes were still as bright as the stars. He held his chest high, because he had always been worthy of heaven and earth, and his shoulders were thick, because he could still bear the mighty righteousness between heaven and earth.

He is Xuanyuan Chen, the Xuanyuan Chen of the Great Han, who has a great surname, but has been ignored in the past.

Xuanyuan, this surname belongs to only one family, and that is the royal family of the Han Empire!

Xuanyuan Chen, a descendant of the Han royal family, was named the king of Beiliang, and Beiliang City was his hereditary fief.

He was supposed to be the owner of this land, but in fact he was just a puppet in name only, he had no military power, no political power, and the royal blood brought him only suspicion and danger.

In Beiliang City, he only has an ordinary house that is not even as good as the average big family, a meager income that is only enough to make ends meet every month, and a mother and sister who depend on each other.

His father, the younger brother of the current Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the previous generation of the King of Beiliang, died in an accident, an accident full of doubts but unable to verify.

He was only nine years old when he inherited the throne of Beiliang as the son of the world, and he was just a child, and he was still a stupid child who was known to everyone and was rumored to be a laughing stock.

However, his stupidity is not necessarily a misfortune, if it weren't for his young stupidity, he might have died in an inexplicable accident like his father.

And when Xuanyuan Chen was thirteen years old, he suddenly opened his mind, and his mother cried with joy, thinking that it was God's kindness to her poor child, but in fact, Xuanyuan Chen did not open his mind, but his soul was out of his body, and his body was occupied by another person.

Crossing, a soul unwilling to fate is resurrected.

This soul used to have a code name, the code name Xuanyuan, just like his last name at this time.

Xuanyuan is a soldier, a special soldier, a soldier who can't walk in the sun, fighting and fighting is all he has in life, and most of his time he only thinks about the question of survival and death.

He has been giving and sacrificing, but he has never regretted it, because he is always fighting for the country, which is the glory and responsibility of a man.

But one day, when Xuanyuan returns to his hometown and is about to reunite with his long-missed mother, a bad news makes him forget all the glory and responsibility, and all that is left is killing and hatred.

My mother died, in the ruins of her hometown.

She was crushed to death by the earthen wall, because she did not want to leave, and she had agreed with her son, who had been separated for a long time, that she would wait slowly, until she was reunited with him at home.

So, she ignored the bulldozer that ran over her home.

Regulus got his mother's urn, and he didn't cry, because the fire of hatred had long since burned out his tears.

In just three days, twenty-seven lives, Xuanyuan killed all those responsible for his mother's death. Subsequently, more than 100 military police surrounded him on a small hillside, and Xuanyuan did not resist, but rushed towards the bullets that were sprayed at him in an unwilling laugh......

That year, Xuanyuan Chen, the stupid prince in Beiliang City, was thirteen years old.

That year, Xuanyuan became Xuanyuan Chen, met a woman who cherished him very much, and a gentle little girl.

It didn't take long for Xuanyuan to accept his new identity, the woman was his mother, the little girl was his sister, he integrated into the new family, and felt the warmth of having relatives by him.

He likes the feeling of home, the feeling of attachment to home, he does not allow the tragedy of his past life to happen again, he does not allow anyone to hurt his mother and sister.

So, he wants to become stronger, the thirteen-year-old boy hides his mother and sister and begins an almost cruel training for himself, he wants to regain the strength he once had, the strength that can protect his family!

And now, he needs to prove that he is strong!

Xuanyuan Chen, please fight! He asked the lord of Dajin to fight! He wants to destroy the arrogance of the Jin Army in one battle!

The lord of the Dajin Kingdom was not there, and the cavalry of the Jin army who had gone out to fight had already arrived in front of Xuanyuan Chen, and the man's face was flushed, angry because of Xuanyuan Chen's ignorance of him, and at the same time excited about the opportunity to fight with the children of the Han royal family.

For many years, the grassland warriors have been subservient to the surname Xuanyuan, and today, they finally have the opportunity to get rid of the shadow of the past and trample the descendants of the Xuanyuan clan under their feet.

The man of the Jin army howled like a wild beast, his arms were the thickness of the thighs of the people of the others, and the horse he rode was as strong as a bison, and if it were not for such a horse, he would not be able to carry such a strong man.

He was the number one warrior under Azig and was called Dzolhan.

The Drowhans borrowed the power of their horses, and the horses borrowed the power of the wind, holding a war hammer, and swung forward with all their might, and the awe-inspiring power of the killing intent in the whistling sound made the wind and clouds change color.

Heaven and earth roared, horses' hooves trampled blood, and the aura of Xiao killing had enveloped Xuanyuan Chen, and the Han army in the city was terrified, all of them were shocked by Zhuo Erhan's powerful blow.

Xuanyuan Chen's face was calm, his breathing was extremely soft, without the slightest fluctuation, but at the moment when the war hammer was about to hit him, his breath stagnated, and everyone saw a figure rise into the sky, almost brushing the hammer.

Soaring into the sky, like a dragon.

Xuanyuan Chen abandoned his horse and jumped up, his palm flipped, and the war knife in his hand had slashed at Zhuo Erhan's throat like lightning.

Zhuo Erhan froze for a moment, his eyes full of doubt and disbelief, Xuanyuan Chen flew up and kicked the opponent's strong body under the horse.

I only heard the loud sound of "Tong", the smoke and dust were scattered, and Zhuo Erhan twisted on the ground, and he was already dead.

The war dance is singing, and the arrogance is indifferent. Crazy slashing, vertical and horizontal!

The Han army in the city shouted loudly, but the drums of the Jin army disappeared, and they couldn't believe that their warriors were defeated so quickly and so easily.

Xuanyuan Chen stood with his sword crossed, his clothes hunting, the corpse of the enemy fell at his feet, he didn't look at it at all, just stared ahead, as if waiting for the person he wanted to challenge.

Boljueluo, maybe only Boljueluo is worthy of being Xuanyuan Chen's opponent!

Most of the Jin soldiers dodged Xuanyuan Chen's gaze, and only a few people could face those sharp eyes.

It didn't take long for the gate of Beiliang City to still not close, and the Jin army had already withdrawn its troops.

Zhuo Erhan lost, not only his own life, but also the morale of the 30,000 gold army.

Morale is gone, how to fight again.

And the shouts on Beiliang City continued, venting the panic and anxiety of the soldiers of the Han army for many days, and they regained their confidence because they had Xuanyuan Chen.

Xuanyuan Chen is here, and the fighting spirit of the Han army is there!

As the sun set, the wind gradually cooled, blowing the cold spear and iron shield, and whimpered. It seems to have foreseen that the battle of Beiliangcheng is destined to be full of corpses, rivers like blood, and ...... Rise of the heroes of the world!