The two fought hand-to-hand for more than 100 rounds, Shangguan Jiyue finally gained the upper hand, and when Liu Ting showed his flaws, the spear in his hand flashed with cold light, like a tiger going down the mountain and stabbing the opponent's throat.

Seeing that Liu Ting's life was not guaranteed, a flying arrow was shot in the oblique ground, and the sound of the arrow feathers breaking through the air roared and roared, approaching Shangguan Jiyue's heart.

In desperation, she had to turn slightly, and the spear stabbed obliquely, but she was able to dodge this fatal arrow, and the sharp arrow cut through the clothes of her arm, leaching out a bloody color. At the same time, the spear in his hand pierced Liu Ting's left shoulder, and immediately blood flowed, staining his armor red.

Liu Ting took two steps back in pain, and took the opportunity to grab Shangguan Jiyue's gun handle with one hand, and with a flash of the knife, the spear in Shangguan Jiyue's hand split into two, forcing her to take several steps back, almost falling off the chariot.

Looking up, half of the broken spear handle was in Shangguan Jiyue's hand, and the other half was still stuck in Liu Ting's left shoulder, trembling slightly.

At this time, Liu Ting seemed to be red-eyed, and he actually pulled out the spear on his shoulder, and he didn't care if the blood spurted out, and slashed at Shangguan Jiyue with a knife.

Shangguan Jiyue had no weapon in his hand at this time, so he couldn't help but fall into the inferiority, and he was about to be injured by the blade, at this time, another spear stretched out from the oblique stab and blocked the big knife swung by Liu Ting.

"Moyi!" Shangguan Jiyue looked up along the handle of the gun, and saw that Mo Yi's handsome face was a rare dignified color, and the good-looking peach blossom eyes were undisguised anger.

"Why are you here?"

As she spoke, Shangguan Jiyue swung out a palm and hit a soldier who wanted to sneak up on her in the chest, and the soldier spat blood from his mouth, flew backwards a foot away, and fell heavily from mid-air, overwhelming a group of soldiers who pounced on her.

"If the master doesn't come again, his brother will be cut!" Mo Yi did not delay the movements of his subordinates as soon as he spoke, and picked up his luck to pick up Liu Ting's big knife.

Seeing the clothes flying in front of him, the two of them quickly became entangled together, Shangguan Jiyue was not only a little worried, but shouted at him to be careful.

It stands to reason that Mo Yi's cultivation must not be Liu Ting's opponent, but Liu Ting was injured after all, and Mo Yi was a strong young man, and he had an advantage in physical strength. And Shangguan Jiyue also got into a mess with the soldiers who rushed into the chariot.

About fifty rounds later, Mo Yi unexpectedly used the last move of the Feiyun Spear - Feiyun took his life, and the spear pointed at it was as fast as a meteor, shaking like thunder, and stabbing straight into Liu Ting's heart.

Liu Ting's eyes widened, his mouth spat blood, he looked at the spear that pierced his heart in disbelief, raised his finger and said intermittently: "Feiyun...... The gun ......", he died of anger, and slowly fell down, and he did not close his eyes when he died.

When the surrounding soldiers saw that their commander was killed, you look at me and I look at you, and then immediately threw away the weapons in their hands, scattered in a hurry, and ran out of the city gate in the opposite direction.

Mo Yi sneered, and stood with his gun in a chic manner, his face was a joy that could not be hidden, and the eyes that looked at Shangguan Jiyue were even brighter than cold stars, and he said again and again: "Brother Qi!" I learned! I learned! ”

Shangguan Jiyue looked at Mo Yi's inexplicable surprise, like a child, and couldn't help but be infected by her emotions, pulled the corners of her lips, looked at him and smiled lightly.

This scene was all seen by Yu Wenjing on the small floor, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and walked a few steps forward, a pair of tiger eyes were shining, and he looked fixedly in the direction of Mo Yi.

He definitely didn't look at it wrong, it was really the Flying Cloud Gun! I couldn't help but feel uneasy, after nine years, he didn't expect to see this killing move of the Feiyun Gun again, could it be that the kid has some relationship with the Shangguan family?

The black "willow" handsome flag was cut down by Mo Yiqi, and the broken ones fell into the snow, and the Liu Ting army was defeated like a mountain, and they threw down their weapons and rushed to the city gate, fleeing for their lives.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he ran outside the city gate, just as Yu Wenyi returned to the city from the rescue of Songtao Ridge, the radiant young general stopped in front of the army, looking down at the Nanchi soldiers who fled in a hurry in the vast snow, not angry and arrogant.

In this battle, in addition to the intact inner city, Huaiyang City was a scorched earth as far as the eye could see, the city walls were dilapidated, the blood flowed like a river, and the corpses were piled up like a mountain, which was extremely tragic.

The Beicang soldiers lost 8,000 soldiers, annihilated more than 70,000 Nanchi troops, captured more than 20,000 people, captured 1,000 chariots, and a number of weapons, grain and grass, and won a complete victory.

After this battle, Qi Yu's name was known to everyone in the world, and no one knew it, and Yu Wenjing promoted her to the leader of the three armies, just waiting for the appointment edict to arrive, and she was already the general's respect.

Mo Yi also made a great contribution to killing the commander of the enemy army and was promoted to captain. The officers and men of the whole army were promoted to three levels in a row, and they were recorded in the register, and they were only rewarded and promoted when they returned to the dynasty at the end of the year.

Since ancient times, war is the most ruthless, one by one fresh lives become cold corpses, blood is dried, bones are buried, there is no monument and no inscription, it has become a lonely grave in the wilderness, the wind and rain have eroded, no one worships, many years later, no one will even remember them, will not remember that they once fought here bloodily to defend the country.

Shangguan Jiyue stood on the high city tower, standing in the snow, not caring about the cold snow falling on his body, the top of his head was like ink and green silk that had been dyed with frost, and his eyes looked at the vast snowy field, and he didn't move his body for a long time, as if he had become a statue.

"What do you say? The old general is looking for me? Inside the barracks, Mo Yi's voice came out in disbelief, with an unbelievable surprise in his voice.

The old general had always been a god-like existence in his heart, and now he even wanted to see him by name, which was something he had never dared to think of before.

"Yes, Captain Mo." A young soldier kneeling on one knee bowed to Mo Yi and replied respectfully.

"Get up, get up, don't kneel at every turn, the master hates these complicated rituals the most!"

"Thank you, Captain Mo!" The young soldier stood up and stood to the side, his body stiff.

"Are you sure you heard me right? Is the old general calling the master's name? Mo rubbed his hands and walked back and forth in the room, walked back and forth twice, a pair of peach blossom eyes were bright and scary, staring at the soldier who came to deliver the message, and asked again.

"Yes, the old general said to ask his subordinates to invite Captain Mo over." The soldier repeated what he had just said, and stood there as motionless as a log.

"So what are you waiting for?! Let's go! Before the sound fell, the man had already floated out of the barracks like a gust of wind, and went straight to the commander's tent.

Walking outside Yu Wenjing's handsome tent, Mo Yi felt his heart pounding, took a deep breath, straightened his shirt that was not scattered, and then strode into the tent.

After collecting his clothes and saluting, Mo Yi found that there was only the old general Yu Wenjing in the big tent, and he was sitting upright on a Taishi chair in the long case above, his eyes blazing, falling on his body.

After looking at it for a while, Yu Wenjing sighed in his heart, and his eyes slowly dimmed, this child's appearance is not at all similar to Brother Pei Ze, could it be that he thinks too much about himself?