The long sword brought a streak of blood, and another red ball flew up again. Those generals who originally wanted to surround him were so frightened that they threw away their armor and fled in a panic. Gongye Toe waved the long sword in his hand again, touched the blood stain on his cheek with the bloody palm, and let out a beast-like roar from his throat....

Kill, kill Lao Tzu and kill all these turtle grandchildren.

The main general has always been the soul of the general array, especially these hundred refining strong soldiers, who can best perceive the momentum of the battle array. When Gong Yetoe's emotions fell into the madness of killing, the iron-blooded soldiers behind him also seemed to be infected by the momentum of the main general, and a pair of green lights shot out through the eyes of the metal mask, like a vicious wolf pack rushing towards the crowd that fled in panic.

Originally, the soldiers of the Sifang clan who had planned to catch up with General Gongye to assist General Gongye were shocked by the other party's momentum at this time and did not dare to take a step closer.

watched this group of wolf-like generals rush into the enemy formation like slicing tofu.

"This, is this still the Southern Route Army?" One of the generals said with a puzzled expression.

"I know the main general of the big head, he is indeed the commander of the Southern Route Army, General Gongye," the other leader said in a very confident tone.

"At first, I thought that Gongye Toe was just a military advisor who ascended to the position of commander of the Southern Route Army, but I didn't expect him to be a fierce general, this strong soldier, even Di Shuai's personal guards did not let it go" After a while, more curious generals came together.

"Why are you stunned, why don't you go quickly to encircle and suppress the rout, if you let go of the enemy, you will be dealt with by military law" Just when several generals were whispering, a general came from the other direction, he was wearing a cyan armor, and with a spear in his hand, he easily picked up a few enemy soldiers in front of him.

"Yes" Several generals looked slightly shocked, and they avoided the general's positive momentum, and each led their own teams to intercept it.

Now the victory or defeat on the battlefield is obvious, and the enemy camp has long been disrupted by the black cavalry led by Gong Yetoe. The Quartet clan, which was originally suppressed in the camp, gradually regrouped into a charging array and began to attack the enemy formation in all directions, and a large group of men and horses circled behind the enemy formation and surrounded them.

Within the space.

Nangong Ru and Situ Di are also fighting to the death. This fight, from the beginning of personal bravery, gradually turned into a kind of battle for the willpower of war.

Nangong Ru, as the commander of the battle array of tens of thousands of people outside, will naturally be in touch with every general on the battle array. He doesn't have the spirit of a general, what he relies on is the momentum of a king.

Although the king is not a general, but above the battle array, it has the same effect.

Since ancient times, kings have also influenced their subordinates through their personal momentum, spilling blood for their heads, and forgetting death. Such a team is almost an invincible and strong army, and it is precisely because of this that the king's momentum can almost be used as a battlefield commander.

Compared with the king's momentum, the general's momentum pays more attention to the battle formation and strategic intent. It is not a deterrent to the king itself. A general may not know a soldier, but his momentum can make a soldier strictly follow his willpower. Even the most rebellious person, under the pressure of the momentum of the battle array, he must give in.

But as a soldier, he is not afraid of the general, let alone a slave. Therefore, the soldiers under the influence of the generals not only rely on a brave spirit, but also discipline and formation strategy, so that the soldiers under the influence of the general's momentum will know how to be flexible and will make the most favorable adjustments according to market changes.

The king, on the other hand, is forcibly imposed on every soldier by his own will, forcing them to obey unconditionally and even kneel. If in good times, these generals will be as fierce as tigers, but as long as they are defeated, they will be like a deflated ball, and they can no longer be controlled.

This is also after the Black Cavalry rushed into the enemy formation, and soon the momentum of the battle formation formed by tens of thousands of people collapsed. Naturally, such a battle formation rout naturally also affected Nangong Ru in the realm. He had always been shrouded in that layer of kingly aura, which gradually became dim at this time. On the contrary to him, Situ Di's fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

After fighting hard with the spear and the sword curtain a few times, Nangong Ru seemed to have a hint of retreat, the long sword in his hand pointed obliquely, and it cut through the boundary, sneering at Situ Di and said: "Sooner or later, you and I will fight again", after speaking, he stepped into the air in one step, his body turned into a sword intent, and another sword mark was broken in the void, and gradually disappeared into nothingness.

Situ Di looked at the direction in which Nangong Ru disappeared, and was slightly distracted. After a long time, he said to himself: "What a strong person, if this person goes further, he will reach the artistic conception of the king, at that time, I am afraid that no general will dare to face his existence on the battle array."

In the artistic conception of Situ Di's cultivation of war generals, there is a part of it that details several innate momentums. One of them is the artistic conception of the king. Once this kind of artistic conception is formed, it seems to be the innate nemesis of the artistic conception of the general, and after any encounter between the artistic conception of the general and the artistic conception of the king, he will can't help but worship, and even give birth to the intention of returning. Imagine who else can lead a large army in such a situation.

Originally, Situ Di didn't believe that there were still people in the world who could have this kind of artistic conception, after all, the artistic conception of those who had the artistic conception of a war general was one in a million, and the artistic conception of a king was even rarer.

However, today, he saw with his own eyes that although Nangong Ru's kingly momentum had not yet reached the state of condensation, it still made Situ Di full of worries about this person.

Situ Di pondered alone in the realm for a while, and finally got bored, so he stepped out. When he stood on top of the void, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw a black cavalry stranglehold the scattered enemy soldiers. The momentum condensed on the black cavalry, as long as he glanced at it, Situ Di's heart surged out infinitely.

Isn't this the perfect soldier he dreamed of? As soon as he thought of this, Situ Di's body began to surge with blood, as if the blood in his whole body was about to pour out.

He couldn't restrain himself any longer, and he fell, his legs between the battle cavalry, and he jumped through the rows of soldiers in the air, and rushed straight towards the black cavalry below.

He needed to get a closer look at who this group really was.

And how they were refined into this.

At this time, Situ Di no longer looked like a qualified battle formation leader, but more like an obsessive admirer.

He gradually approached the Black Cavalry with envious eyes, and deliberately followed them all the way, if he hadn't been discovered in the end, he would have even disappeared invisibly.

"Who are you? Why watch the army," one of the generals glared at Situ Di. This soldier was not a native soldier of the Quartet, but was recruited later.

So saying, the general turned his horse's head and stabbed him with his spear.

Situ Di hurriedly retreated and explained: "Don't get me wrong, brother, I have no malicious intent, I don't know which force you belong to, why haven't I seen you."

When Situ Di faced this black cavalry team, he didn't have the posture of a boss at all, but smiled at the general.

Hearing this, the general snorted coldly and said, "This general is the general of the Black Cavalry War Department, the lieutenant colonel general of the Jiazi Battalion."

Hey? Situ Di was slightly stunned, he had already seen the general's badge clearly, it was the weaving of the Quartet clan, and then listening to him report his home, it was exactly the same as the weaving of the Quartet army. It's just that the Quartet doesn't have the existence of the Black Cavalry War Department. This made Situ Di very strange and happy.

Through this, he could almost conclude that these people, if not the Quartet Clan, had a lot to do with the Quartet.

So he also arched his hand and said: "In the next, the North Road War Department, the general school camp...".

"Stand down, do you dare to question Di Shuai?" Before Situ Di could report that he was leaving the house, a main general rushed down from another direction, although most of the man's cheeks were covered by an iron mask, it still allowed Situ Di to identify his identity.

"General Gongye?" Although Situ Di believed in the owner of those eyes, he still didn't believe that this guy could train such an invincible team.

Situ Di, as the most powerful general of the Quartet Clan, naturally did not know about this new commander of the Southern Route Army. It's just that in his impression, Gongye Toe is far from being a general of this level.

"Hehe, Di Shuai, we haven't seen each other for half a year last time, so my brother misses it" Gongye took the initiative to remove his mask, revealing a slightly serious smile. His eyes are solitary, and they seem to have a little more white eyeballs, so Situ Di can identify him by this feature.

"General Gongye, this, but the soldiers you brought out" Situ Di was not interested in talking to him, and his mind was focused on those black cavalry.

Gong Yetoe also heard this, and smiled proudly, he could now understand Situ Di's mood very well, when he saw these black cavalry for the first time, how could it not be so.

"How? This black cavalryman is still very good," Gong Ye smiled heartily, and reached out to pat the black armored soldier on the shoulder.

"What's more, this is simply a strong general, General Gongye's training skills, it really makes Di Mou feel ashamed, please accept Di Mou's worship" Saying that, Situ Di actually gave Gongye a deep salute.

For this idea, Situ Di doesn't know how many generals he has selected, even if he is as strong as a personal guard, he can't reach the hundred soldiers that Situ Di wants in his heart.

After all, sharpening a soldier through a battle formation will mostly increase his anger, but it is difficult to increase his willpower. Anger is indeed very powerful when charging into battle formations, but once it is coordinated, these arrogant anger will become a burden, which is why it is difficult for arrogant soldiers to control.

If the anger of the veteran is forcibly removed, it can only make them lose their fighting spirit, so that the soldier will be useless, therefore, Situ Di can only divide the soldiers into fierce feet and wise feet, so as to barely maintain the balance of the battle array.

At present, this strong soldier, but does not reflect any arrogance, they not only strictly abide by the discipline of the battle formation, but also are not afraid of death, such a hundred strong soldiers, is the perfect soldier in the dream of the general.

It is precisely because of this that when Gongye Toe saw these soldiers, he immediately couldn't help but like them.

In order to have the command of this soldier, he did not hesitate to give up his jurisdiction over the entire Southern Route Army.

This is also the tacit understanding reached between Lao Xiaotou and him in private.

"General Gongye, can you..." Situ Di approached him with an embarrassed face and said with a wry smile: "Can you let Ben Shuai give it a try?" ”。

Gongyetoe's eyes widened when he heard this, and his cheeks twitched, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him of his beloved lover.

However, he still couldn't refuse Situ Di, after all, the other party was his immediate boss.

Under Situ Di's fiery gaze, Gongye Toe was extremely reluctant to take out a swarthy military card from his arms and throw it to him: "Di Shuai, such a sharp weapon in battle will see blood, and you can't play with it."

When Situ Di heard this, he just turned his head slightly and sneered at him, and then he jumped up, the scarlet cloak behind him floated up, and the cyan battle armor was almost attached to the war horse, and rushed into the battle array, and the military card in his hand was drawn in front of the formation, and he immediately received a response from the black cavalry. Then a black torrent rushed wildly in the wilderness, both in speed and momentum, even Gongye Toe, at this time, he had to admire the strength of Situ Di's general's artistic conception.

He actually let the momentum of the entire black cavalry merge into one, these thousands of people are like a whole, whether it is the sound of horses' hooves, or the frequency of swords, and even everyone's breathing is so harmonious.

This is the situation of the unity of the generals and soldiers, staring at this black torrent, wave after wave of cheers were set off on the originally quiet battle array.

On the other hand, those enemy troops who were already defeated were even more frightened, especially when the black rushed in front of them, it was a blood stain, and finally dozens of people fell almost at the same time, and the wounds on their bodies were also neatly aligned like works of art.

The black horseman's swords leaped up in unison, not with a trace of blood, but just a metallic glint flashing, and hundreds of lives were harvested.

Situ Di was not a murderer, and the Quartet was not in the habit of slaughtering the enemy's rout. It's just that the damage caused by their sneak attack on the position of the Quartet is too great, and last night's sneak attack injured not only the soldiers, but also the children, the elderly, the weak, women and children, these people are powerless, and they still stretched out their cruel butcher knives to them.

Therefore, Situ Di did not intend to let them go, even if some of them began to kneel and surrender.

As for why Nangong Ru was indifferent to their life or death, Situ Di didn't have time to think about it. His war horse flew above the battle array, and wherever the sword went, there was a splash of blood.

A single take-off and landing can kill the enemy. The generals behind him seemed to have blended in with him, and his every move would be perfectly comprehended and executed. He now has the illusion of transcending distance and time and space, as if he has thousands of arms in his life and can transform into thousands of long knives.

Perfect battlefield will, perfect execution. made Situ Di deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself. He indulged in the surging blood in his heart, and the war horse behind him also merged into it with his fighting spirit. This is not the perception of the general alone, but a dream formed by the common blood of these thousands of people.

(End of chapter)