The angry Wu Yin filled the vast land, and it was a humiliating time that they would never forget, but they had to face it.

Only the commander of the Southern Wu army remained silent and did not speak.

He may have stopped this state of turmoil, but he still thinks that in the recent past, these more than 50,000 people need to vent, soldiers are also human beings, and they are also flesh and blood people with love and hatred, catharsis is human nature, which can release pressure, and sometimes it reduces negative feelings.

Seeing and hearing this, Wei Bai seemed particularly high-spirited.

He didn't know what kind of state the Nanwu people were, and he didn't want to know, he knew that as long as the other party was not happy, he would be happy.

He's always been such a nuisance, and though it can't be everyone, there will be a lot of them.

This is also the reason why the commander of the Dingnan Army allowed him to stand up and shout.

It's a lot of fun to upset the morale of the military.

Anger catharsis may have some effect, but it doesn't necessarily mean that it will bring out some potential.

Guan Zhengxing is dead after all, and they were indeed besieged and killed by the Northern Tang army, and after the commander was killed, it was not suitable to break the cauldron and sink the boat.

The solemnity gradually climbed up to the eyebrows of the commander of the Southern Wu Army.

His right hand couldn't help but grasp the handle of the Wu hook knife on his waist, and gradually forced, forced.

He is a big man, and many of the actions of the clown should be laughed off by him, but today, he really can't do it.

In any case, the clown's performance has been going on, and it has brought tangible negative effects.

He was silent for a long time, and then angrily raised the Wu hook knife and laid it across his head.

Behind him, the black-armoured, iron-masked man strode forward, came to his side, and calmly pulled an arrow from his back basket.

Bend the bow, tie the arrow, and aim.

The bow is like a thunderbolt.

Wei Bai's voice was in the spring breeze, separated by such a distance, and it sounded a little out of tune, yin and yang.

As a clown who is too different from the identity of the rider, he is very happy to perform.

But there was a terrible whistling in the air.

His shouting words came to an abrupt halt, and his eyelids jerked, and a sense of danger enveloped his body.

He pulled out his knife with a "sonorous thud" and abruptly ducked to the side.

"Dang!"

Mars shot in all directions, and an arrow feather appeared in the sky, colliding with the delicate Tang knife to create a large piece of dazzling light.

At the base of his ear, a line of blood appeared, deeper and deeper, and the blood gradually dripped to the ground drop by drop, turning red.

His hand holding the saber trembled slightly, his lips began to dry in an instant, and his face gradually turned pale.

It's too dangerous.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a cavalry general Wei Bai and had extraordinary strength, if it weren't for the fact that the archers were far away, then he would probably die this time.

Probably more because of getting carried away.

He looked at the Southern Wu army in the distance.

The iron-masked armorer who shot the arrow had already taken a few steps back, hidden in the crowd behind the commander, and it was difficult to find him.

But Wei Bai could still vaguely feel that there was a pair of terrible eyes, staring at him coldly, making him feel cold all over his body.

He couldn't help but close his mouth, not daring to talk nonsense anymore, and then rode his horse and paced in place a few times, and under the stern gaze of the commander of the Dingnan Army, he slowly returned to the array.

In any case, no matter how despicable what he did just now, how much he looked like a clown jumping off the beam, he was a rider, and if such a rider could really be shot in front of the battle easily, it would not be a good thing.

Compared to Wei Bai's humiliation of the opposite side, the color of that humiliation will be greater.

The drums began to stir.

In the Dingnan Military Office, in the Southern Wu Army.

The government soldiers from all over the country have approached, and the Southern Wu army has no way to retreat, they will attack fiercely, so the Dingnan army will not be afraid to seize the time to fight to the death with the other party.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The sound of drums echoed in the four fields, and the petals of wildflowers in the distant forests almost vibrated to the rhythm, and the dew drops of the early morning were shaken off one after another.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The drums were beating, the armies of both sides began to approach, the Wu bow was full, it became a full moon, and the machine springs of the Northern Tang Dynasty crossbow "clicked" and flicked, one after another.

The dense shields on both sides were lifted next to the sky, like golden scales in the sunlight. A long-range offensive is terrifying, and no one wants to take it.

Arrows and crossbows slammed into the shield like locusts, and pierced into the flesh, taking away one after another strong lives.

The array of dense shields advanced slowly against the fierce winds and rain on both sides.

The terrifying chariot of Nanwu began to roar.

Zhengzhou is not a dangerous place like Xuzhou, but today, such a tragic war broke out here.

The sun is still dazzling, but the dark clouds are gathering rapidly.

Countless blood is sprinkled on this vast land, life is dissipating brightly, and everyone is fighting for their faith, but they don't know whether their faith is right or wrong, and it is possible to believe in this thing, which does not matter whether it is right or wrong.

Facts have proved that Guan Zhengxing's death had a very great impact on the Southern Wu army, and that impact was obviously negative.

There was no obvious mistake in the deployment of the commander of Southern Wu, and the Dingnan army on the opposite side did not have any surprisingly powerful aura, but the Southern Wu army was still at a disadvantage.

As a cavalry general, Wei Bai rode through the Southern Wu front and arrows with his armored iron horse, and he achieved brilliant results, tearing apart the enemy's line one after another.

His eyes were half-squinted, and he looked particularly pleasant.

It can be said that the Southern Wu army in the spring of this year, especially the Southern Wu army under the leadership of the Guan family, suffered a devastating blow.

Southern Wu and Northern Tang have maintained peace for more than ten years, and for this war, they have been preparing for ten years, but in the first confrontation and real confrontation in the past ten years, they have encountered such a big setback, they have been besieged, the commander has been assassinated, and all kinds of things are full of tragedy.

Perhaps, this is the fate, this fate, in the mouth of their holy general, but they didn't hear it, and presumably with the arrogance of the Guan family, even if the holy general said it in front of them, they would resolutely carry it out.

The war continued until the evening.

(End of chapter)