Since the defeat at Jianmen Pass, Wang Shouren has been holding back a vicious anger in his heart.

He was born extraordinary, born out of a different nature.

When he was born, his mother fell into a dream, preached in the clouds, hugged a child, and fell from the sky.

Until the age of five, he couldn't speak, but he silently memorized all the books in his home.

After he opened his mouth at the age of six, he talked extraordinarily, and he could ask questions in court with the county honor, becoming a well-known supernatural power from far and near. At the age of twelve, he studied the four books and five classics, the art of war, and was proficient in the three theories of "Confucianism", "Interpretation" and "Taoism", and was determined to be a sage.

After becoming an official, the journey was smooth, and when he was only forty years old, he became the governor of Tingzhou and suppressed several local peasant rebellions. But he didn't expect that he would be defeated in the rebellion of King Ning in the end.

After fleeing back to the north in a hurry, he thought that he would be heavily punished by the imperial court, but he was recommended to be reused, serving as the marshal of Pingnan, leading an army of 200,000 to garrison Tongguan, becoming the most important figure in this decisive battle between the north and the south.

"The defeat of Jianmen Pass last time will definitely be shamed in Tongguan."

With this mentality, Wang Shouren came to Tongguan to set up defenses.

With the advantage of troops and terrain, holding Tongguan and winning was not enough for him to be satisfied.

What he wants is not only victory, but also a big victory that will go down in history.

So at the very beginning of the war, he was prepared for the other hand.

He laid an iron cavalry of 3,000 men in ambush on a hill twenty miles away.

As soon as the order is issued, this strange army will raid King Ning's camp, and with the help of the wind, break into the camp and set fire to the camp. No matter what King Ning thought, he couldn't have imagined that on the first day of the battle between the two armies, he would launch a night attack.

Wang Shouren sneered in his heart, looking at the dragon-like Ning Wang Daying, a hint of spicinessness flashed in his eyes.

"Qinglong commander, send someone to give orders, and launch a night attack!"

He's playing by surprise!

"No."

Jinyiwei commanded the "Qinglong", nodded and waved his hand, and there was a master of Jinyiwei, turned around and left, and went to wear the order. As for him, the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, he was motionless and always guarded by Wang Shouren's side.

As the commander of the First Army, Wang Shouren's safety is the top priority.

There are many masters in Jinyiwei, and the one in charge of the order this time is a thousand households.

He began his footwork and galloped through the jungle, and in a matter of moments he came to a hill twenty miles away.

According to the agreed code, after three long and three short bird calls came out of his mouth, a soldier appeared from the mountain.

"General Pingnan ordered to launch a night attack."

"Order."

The soldier was ordered to leave and went into the forest, but in the middle of the day, one after another, the soldiers, pulling their horses, came out of the crypt.

It turned out that in order to hide this strange army, Wang Shouren actually dug a crypt in the mountains, and after preparing grain and grass, he hid all the men and horses in the crypt. No wonder King Ning's scouting horses came to patrol, but they didn't find any trace of this strange army.

I saw that after the three thousand iron horsemen came out of the crypt, all of them were armed with sabers and horseshoe wraps, gathered in front of a black-faced general. As the black-faced general stepped up on his horse, the three thousand iron horsemen all stepped on the war horse in unison, lowered their speed, and killed King Ning's camp.

Behind the cavalry, there were two Transforming Strength Grandmasters, one wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff, and the other wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword. They are the abbot of Shaolin Temple "Master Fawu", and the master of Wudang Mountain Gate "Song Yuanqiao".

Coupled with the "Qinglong", the commander of the Jinyi Guard, in this war, the imperial court sent three Huajin Grandmasters, who were sent by Wang Shouren.

Among them, Qinglong was already serving the imperial court, and as for the two grandmasters of Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain, although they were both outsiders, they were the right way in the rivers and lakes, and they also needed to obey the imperial court when necessary.

In order to ensure the success of the night attack, Wang Shouren hid the two grandmasters in this strange army.

When the three thousand iron horsemen were only five miles away from King Ning's camp, they tore off their disguises, rode their horses at a gallop, and launched a charge.

"Enemy attack, there is enemy attack."

"Drum beat!"

"Oh no, it's cavalry."

The soldiers in King Ning's front camp suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound.

The experience on the battlefield immediately made them understand that this was the sound of horses' hooves of a large cavalry charge.

The soldiers in the tent had all unarmed and fell asleep. When they were awakened by the drums of war, they walked out of the tent unarmed and saw the enemy rushing into the camp.

"Horses step on the company camp, tonight!"

"All the soldiers will follow me to break through the enemy camp and kill and kill!"

"Kill!"

Under the leadership of the black-faced general, three thousand iron horsemen slashed the armor soldiers who were patrolling outside, and broke through the camp of King Ning.

They set fire to all the people, cut them when they saw them, and rushed into the front camp for several miles, as if they were in a no-man's land.

With the help of the wind, the fire immediately swept through the entire camp and burned into a sea of fire.

"Something is wrong."

"Why is it that only the periphery is armored, and the camp is full of vulnerable people."

"In each military tent, it stands to reason that there is at least one army of soldiers, but why are there not only one or two people who escaped?"

Since the cavalry marched on the camp too fast, this was not discovered.

However, Master Fawu and Song Yuanqiao were both Sect Masters of Huajin, and their perception and sensitivity immediately discovered that something was wrong.

They glanced at each other and exclaimed, "King Ning has been prepared for a long time, and the matter is leaked. ”

The black-faced general who led the cavalry heard the voices of the two Transforming Grandmasters, and strangled his horse, with a look of horror on his face. He had already felt that the process of breaking the camp was too easy, but the doubts in his heart were overshadowed by the excitement of breaking the camp. At this time, calm down, and look around, it is clearly an empty camp.

"Withdraw, withdraw, quickly send someone to inform General Wang, the enemy army has an ambush, go out of the city gate."

As soon as the black general finished speaking, a roar sounded on the Tong Gate.

Wang Shouren put down the gate and personally led an army of 200,000 to rush out of Tongguan like a tide.

"Kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds, tonight."

Wang Shouren rode on a horse, raised his handsome sword, and led the army to the camp of King Ning.

Seeing this scene, the black-faced general's face flushed with a sickly flush, and a mouthful of blood protruded violently.

"It's over."

Master Fawu and Song Yuanqiao, when they saw this scene, knew that the battle of Tongguan had been defeated.

You must know that the 200,000 army is on the battlefield, once it launches a charge, it is not said to stop, and it is impossible to close the door anymore.

As outsiders, although they want to serve the imperial court, they don't have to serve the dead, even if they want to leave.

It's a pity that in the middle of the night, a little cold light pierced the sky and killed in front of them.

"Tang Bohu!"

Zhou Xingzu held a spear in his hand and stood in front of the two Sect Masters of Transformation Strength: "On the battlefield, no matter whether you live or die, please ask the two Grandmasters to give advice." ”

He took a deep breath and stopped the two Transformation Grandmasters.