Yang Yinglong and others looted in Li Hualong's military camp, carrying a cart of grain, grass and some weapons, and then threw a fire and burned them all.

The night wind, with a crackling sound, burned orange flames all over the sky, engulfing all the corpses and tents.

The battle flag on a black background inlaid with large gold letters waved in the wind, and the ranks of soldiers in black armor left the camp in a neat manner, casting a shadow.

"Back to camp."

Yang Yinglong rode on the war horse, his voice smiled heartily, the long sword in his hand was sheathed, and the cloak behind his back was hunting.

"After I go back for a while, I will drink all the good wine and meat, and after noon tomorrow, I will have a dignified battle with Li Hualong, the old horseman."

"Take Chungju in one go."

"Take the Chungju ......"

"Take the Chungju ......"

"Take the Chungju ......"

The sound of shouts resounded in the sky, the grinding of soldiers' armor, and the sound of horses' hooves, and the eyes reflecting the fire were full of excitement and excitement.

At this time, in Yang Yinglong's military camp, he had already learned the news of the victory, and the banquet was set up in the open air, and the best roast sheep and spirits were all placed on it.

The military prostitutes in the barracks were all dressed in brand new dresses, covered with a layer of tulle, which made people feel their blood gushing at a glance.

Silk and bamboo are pleasant, spread in the camp tent, the bonfire dinner, although not luxurious, but lively, soldiers, you have a bowl, I drink a bowl of wine.

Zhang Jia reached out and picked up the wine jar placed on the table, poured it directly into his mouth, and then raised his hand and fell to the ground.

'Bang'

The wine jar shattered to the ground, Zhang Jia raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his lips, and laughed loudly:

"Okay, refreshing, really refreshing, this battle, finally out of a bad breath."

"Lao Tzu recently just looked at the kid surnamed Ma, I have a headache, or our general has a way, and he will break his camp in a battle."

"I fled directly to more than three miles, as long as I think of the embarrassment of the kid surnamed Ma, I want to laugh."

Hearing this, Shen Mu on the side couldn't help laughing, looked at Zhang Jia, and said:

"Now that the general is powerful? I was afraid that it was Ma Qiancheng's trick before, but you, you were just scared by him, and you were too timid, and you still went to the battlefield to kill the enemy? ”

"Fuck you, weren't you so worried before, that kid is too evil, more cunning than a fox, Lao Tzu is really useless."

Zhang Jia scratched his head and scolded Shen Mulai with a smile.

Shen Mu on the side raised his head, looked at Yang Yinglong, who was sitting on the main seat with a smug smile, and said:

"No matter how powerful it is, what can it be? It's not the same defeat at the hands of our generals. ”

"That is, our general went straight from Banzhou to Sangmu Pass, and even the next three battalions took less than three days."

Zhang Jia also nodded proudly, raised his glass to Yang Yinglong, and said:

"General, the last general respects you."

"Drink."

Yang Yinglong was very satisfied with the flattery, raised the wine bowl, and drank all the turbid wine inside.

"As long as you follow me and work hard, General Ben will guarantee that you will be prosperous and rich in the future, and you will enjoy inexhaustible, come, drink."

"General Xie."

When the soldiers heard Yang Yinglong's words, they raised their wine bowls one after another, drank it all, and then sat down again to enjoy the dancing of the military prostitutes, which was not lively for a while.

It was the time when it was bustling, when suddenly there were bursts of drumming and trumpets from the peaks on both sides, and solemnity resounded throughout the mountains.

Yang Yinglong, Zhang Jia and the others suddenly turned pale, stood up and looked at the mountains around Wanlong Mountain, the military flag with black characters on a red background was written with the word 'Ming' written in big letters.

There were more than 5,000 people, all dressed in silver armor, armed with spears, and the red tassels were very dazzling in the moonlight.

Before Yang Yinglong could react, a wail suddenly came from the front, and the more than 1,000 soldiers who were originally guarding the camp all turned into a corpse.

The two people wearing battle armor and the scarlet cloak behind them marched side by side, their black black hair dancing in the wind, it was Feng Chen and Jiang Zhi who had fled in embarrassment before.

Behind them, there were more than 5,000 soldiers, and the word 'soldier' was also written in black letters on a red background.

Row by row, all holding spears with silver spears, their movements were neat and imposing, and there was no previous decadence.

"Ma Qiancheng?"

Zhang Jiahu stared at the approaching man on horseback, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

Even Shen Mu on the side clenched his fists, they actually let this kid put on a swing again, and now he is surrounded in the camp, and there is no way to escape.

"Kill."

Feng Chen's thin lips spit out cold words, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he took the lead in killing a soldier, and the horse under his crotch galloped towards Yang Yinglong.

Jiang Zhi, who followed closely, lightly clamped the peach blossom horse, and stabbed left and right with the spear in his hand, directly killing a bloody path.

Yang Yinglong's eyes tightened, he picked up the sword on the side, jumped up, slashed at Feng Chen, and shouted loudly:

"Meet the enemy, and whoever retreats, cut it down."

For a while, the sound of fighting sounded in the night sky again, and even the bright crescent moon was covered with a layer of blood at this time.

The sound of swords stabbing into flesh, the sound of blood gushing out, the clashing of blades, even the sound of wailing.

As if he couldn't bear to see this bloody scene, he quietly hid in the clouds, and the last ray of light in the mountain was also annihilated.

Yang Yinglong looked at the fallen corpses one after another, his pupils were bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Chen with a strong hatred, and the long sword in his hand swung and stabbed directly at Jiang Zhi on the side.

At this time, Jiang Zhi and Shen Mu were fighting together, and they didn't have any extra physical strength to deal with Yang Yinglong's moves.

"Zhi."

Feeling a gust of wind in her back, Jiang Zhi heard Feng Chen shouting at her in a sharp and painful voice.

Feng Chen stepped on the back of the steed, jumped up and pounced directly on Jiang Zhi's back, and the long sword in his hand reached out to block it.

"Poof......

The sword in Yang Yinglong's hand stabbed into Feng Chen's right chest obliquely, and when he saw that the blow missed, he quickly pulled it back and turned over on his horse.

"Withdraw."

"Fengchen ......"

Jiang Zhi blocked the spear, hurriedly turned around, and caught Feng Chen, with a hoarse voice.

Feng Chen covered his chest, blood dripping, but he shook his head, turned his sword into a flower, cut off the enemy's head, and said:

"It's okay, go ahead, we'll win right away."

With the fainting scream, a touch of fish belly white gradually appeared in the sky, and the fiery red sun rose from the mountain.

Feng Chen looked at the corpses and blood on the ground, cut off Zhang Jia's head, and let the blood roll down from the blade and said:

"Rest in place for an hour, and there will be a tough battle to fight in a while."

When Jiang Zhi heard this, she turned over and dismounted, picked up a handkerchief, wiped the blood on Feng Chen's face, and asked:

"You want to chase after the victory?"

"Well, at this time, the army's morale is weak, even if it is Yang Yinglong, there is no way to appease them, as long as they work hard, within three days, they will definitely be able to take Sangmu Pass."

Feng Chen nodded, looking at the direction in which Yang Yinglong fled with the people, he was still a little disappointed in his heart, he should have killed him in this battle.

In the end, he still let him run away with Shen Mu and the others, so he must take Sangmu Pass within three days, otherwise this battle may end when.

Jiang Zhi nodded and said:

"Eat something first, and I'll help you bandage the wound."