When Nangong Yan was running at top speed, her heart suddenly felt an inexplicable colic, as if some sharp weapon had pierced her heart.

And then, tears involuntarily burst out of his eyes, and he was swept behind him by the oncoming wind.

Countless sad emotions also surged into my heart like a tide, as if I had lost the most important thing in my life.

Although she didn't want to think about it, Nangong Yan knew in her heart that her father had gone to another world at this time.

However, she did not stop because of this, but forcibly suppressed the sadness in her heart, turned her grief into strength, and continued to run wildly in the direction of the royal city.

Because she had to complete the task that her father had given her on his deathbed. It is necessary to take Lin Yun and rush back to Wangcheng safely to convey the information from the front line back to Wangcheng.

This is not only related to the lives of her and Lin Yun, but also to the stability of the entire Nanxia and the safety of tens of millions of people in Nanxia. So no matter what happens now, she can't stop.

Although Nangong Yan forcibly suppressed the grief in her heart, the memories accumulated in her mind still emerged like a fountain. made her involuntarily recall the past and the bits and pieces she spent with her father.

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The campaign has been going on for an hour.

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Inside and outside the fortress, there were corpses strewn all over the field, rivers of blood flowing, and countless casualties on both sides.

Under the frenzied massacre of Nangong martyrdom, the rebels were finally annihilated, and the martyrdom of Nanxia was seriously injured because of this.

Although the pass was defended, after this civil strife, the Southern Xia soldiers were already greatly injured.

The Northern Yan army outside the city also suffered heavy casualties, and its morale continued to decline.

"Defend it for me, the Northern Yan army will soon be gone!" Nangong was covered in blood and wounded in dozens of places, but he still wielded a big sword full of gaps, standing on the city wall and shouting loudly, as if this body was not his own.

Under the call of Nangong's martyrdom, the Nanxia soldiers resisted and stubbornly persisted for a quarter of an hour.

Finally, the horn of Beiyan's retreat sounded.

This vast army, leaving behind hundreds of thousands of corpses, retreated like a tide.

The soldiers of Nanxia, who had fought bloodily for an hour, all raised their weapons in their hands and shouted excitedly.

"Beiyan has withdrawn, and we have won!"

"We have won, long live Nanxia! Long live Nanxia! ”

When the horn of the retreat was blown, the Northern Yan army was busy retreating, and immediately turned into a pot of porridge, fell to the ground with the flag, lost its armor, and looked embarrassed.

"Open the door!" With a wave of the sword in Nangong's martyrdom, the iron gate half a meter behind the pass of the fortress slowly opened outward.

A large number of iron cavalry troops rushed out of the pass, quickly separated into two teams, and rushed across the grassland like lightning, rushing towards the defeated Northern Yan army.

This is the cavalry unit arranged in advance by Nangong Martyrdom, and the number of the two cavalry is not large, only 20,000 on each road.

However, there are never many soldiers, and the key is to use them at the right time.

Nangong was a martyr, and he had long known that the Northern Yan army would be defeated, so he wanted to maximize the results.

Once the Northern Yan army retreats, the army of hundreds of thousands will inevitably be chaotic. At this time, the Southern Xia Iron Cavalry rushed out again, at least harvesting tens of thousands of heads, and gave Beiyan a head-on blow.

The two iron cavalry troops quickly caught up with the defeated Beiyan army, and plunged into the chaotic army like two sharp knives, harvesting life like a life harvester all the way frantically, leaving only a bloody corpse everywhere they passed.

The morale of the Northern Yan army dropped to freezing point, and the soldiers were only concerned about fleeing in a hurry, busy dodging the rain of arrows falling from the city tower, unable to resist at all, and almost turned into a one-sided massacre.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of Northern Yan soldiers were harvested by these two cavalry units.

The failure of the Northern Yan army to attack the city was a big setback. If they can destroy tens of thousands of horses during their retreat, it will be tantamount to rubbing salt in their wounds, so that they will not be able to raise the idea of attacking the city again.

In this way, the battle was completely over, and the Northern Yan army could only flee back in disgrace.

Just when all the Southern Xia soldiers thought that they had seen the dawn of victory, a change that no one expected suddenly happened.

A dull and thick sound of war drums came from the center of the battlefield without warning. The momentum was earth-shattering, and even the earth was trembling, and the high-pitched battle intent contained in it was completely inconsistent with the form of the Northern Yan army's retreat.

"It's not good, it's a fraud! Come back! Nangong martyr's face changed dramatically, he wanted Mingjin to withdraw his troops, but it was too late.

In just a dozen seconds, the battlefield ahead has undergone amazing changes. Those messy Beiyan pennants suddenly sank.

And in the center of the Northern Yan army, a large black banner was suddenly erected. It's like a very dangerous reef in the middle of the tumbling ocean.

Nangong's face turned pale in an instant, but he didn't expect that the Northern Yan army would still have a hand in this situation.

In the mighty offensive just now, they hadn't even exerted their full strength, and they even pretended to retreat deliberately.

"Sengoku Marshal! Sengoku Marshal! ”

The Northern Yan army shouted in unison, and the faces of each Northern Yan soldier were full of enthusiasm and worship, as if they were surrounding their leader.

Like a turbulent undercurrent, the chaotic defeated troops parted to both sides, and a different army emerged from the chaotic army.

From the beginning of this battle to the present, this army has not moved in place, and has been hidden in the center of the Northern Yan army.

The total number of this army is only 100,000, all of them are uniformly dressed in bronze armor, uniformly armed with fine-iron war spears, uniformly carrying fine-iron square shields, and uniformly riding swift leopards.

Among them, the leader of the generals was the most eye-catching, he was wearing dark gold scale armor, holding a thunder halberd, and his face was covered with hideous scars.

He is branded with a meteor dart totem on his forehead, and the number "11" is engraved below the totem. A pair of golden eyes exuded a terrifying murderous aura, like the most bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.

The most creepy thing is that the mount under his crotch, which is all golden and looks like a golden cast, is actually a golden bull!

The Golden Bull is a mid-level fourth-level demon beast, and its strength is comparable to that of a human fourth-level Martial King Realm powerhouse. Being able to domesticate such demon beasts into mounts is enough to imagine how terrifying this general's strength is.

"Marshal of the Warring States!"

"Marshal of the Warring States!"

"Sengoku Marshal ......"

The Northern Yan soldiers shouted even more fanatically, this title seemed to be the name of the god of death, which made all the soldiers of Southern Xia feel strongly uneasy.

Marshal of the Warring States Period is the highest military rank in the establishment of the Northern Yan army, equivalent to the Marshal of the Zhenguo Monarch of Southern Xia.

The last marshal of the Warring States period in Northern Yan was Xue Rengui's eldest uncle, Xue Zhiqian. At the peak of the fifth-level martial king, he is the number one powerhouse in Northern Yan.

However, he was still invincible to the king of Zhenguo, and was killed by the Zhenguo army in a major battle, and since then there has been no marshal of the Warring States in Beiyan.

It is precisely because of the fall of the Marshal of the Warring States Period that Northern Yan has never dared to rashly invade Southern Xia.

And to this day, the new marshal of the Warring States period of Northern Yan appeared on the battlefield without warning, which caught all the soldiers of Southern Xia off guard.