From beginning to end, the Beihu army did not move forward, and Borshu chose to set up a position in place to wait for work.

The night was still thick, and it would take some time for dawn to be dark, and many things were hidden in the darkness.

Six or seven miles away, looking at Zhao Ning's position in mid-air, he could only see the neat and strict formation of the Beihu cavalry in the starry sea of fire.

It is true that the Beihu army has not gained a stable foothold, and it is also true that Fang has been tired after the war.

But after nearly an hour's rest, the qi that should have eased was more or less relaxed, and the previous battle had gone so smoothly that they had not encountered too much fierce resistance, far from exhaustion.

It is true that the Yunzhou army is rushing to attack, but it is not exhausting.

However, the Beihu army has just won a big victory, and its morale is booming, which is incomparable to the Yunzhou army.

As far as the various prerequisites are concerned, the two sides are half a catty.

Zhao Ning didn't fly closer to the Beihu army formation to investigate the arrangement behind the opponent's cavalry formation, not because he didn't want to, but because Borshu and the others were already in the way.

Previously, when Zhao Ning received Sun Kang and the others, there were five Wang Jijing under Borshu, but now, the number has increased to six, which means that when Borshu fights with Zhao Ning, there can be two Wang Jijing by his side.

At the same time, in the direction of Weizhou and Yangliucheng, there were only three Wang Jijing in the Beihu army.

Although Borshu was injured during the day, because he ran fast, the injury was not serious, relying on the elixir, he has now recovered almost completely, plus he already knows Zhao Ning's combat power, and it is unlikely that he will suffer losses in the future.

As Song Ming and Wei Wuxian said, the outcome of this battle depends on the armies of both sides on the ground.

Thousands of feet apart, Borshu took the Wang Ji Realm under his command to wait for him, and when Zhao Ning and the others approached, they had already raised the power of the Wang Ji Realm's domain one after another.

The deep night sky obscured the true air flow clouds, but the true qi vortex with its own dazzling light, lightning and thunder, in addition to shocking people's hearts, is still particularly eye-catching, whether it is a roaring giant beast, or a rune carrying sinking and floating, all kinds of visions will reflect this night sky weirdly and terrifyingly, like a Shura field.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly. If you are more prepared, this king may be afraid, but you are so eager, this is to send this king military merits. Zhao Ning, it's time for you to pay for the actions of the day!"

The vision of the domain above his head, the robe of the Bolshu is swaying, there is the aura of the abyss, and he is surrounded by many stars and moons in the Extreme Realm, which makes him look like a god, at this moment he stares at Zhao Ning, and the color of revenge and shame in his eyes is as firm as iron.

His voice was loud, louder than the thunder of the realm,

Zhao Ning chuckled, "When you saw me in the daytime, you didn't expect me to come so quickly, but at that time, I only slashed twice, and you fled." Now you think I'm in too much of a hurry, do you want to hug your head and run around later?"

The old man of Borshu's face darkened, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a landslide-like roar of true qi suddenly came out of the field, and then two dragon-like true qi collided directly towards Zhao Ning like lightning: "How long can this king be arrogant!"

The rest of the Beihu King Extreme Realm masters also shot from all directions at the same time, the sword light was like a tide, the sword qi was like a snake, the fierce beast opened its bloody mouth, and the ancient runes were like rain like arrows.

The sky, which was originally cloudy and treacherous because of the whirlpool of true qi, was suddenly brilliant and shining with true qi, like a bizarre day under the end of the world.

Zhao Ning's face did not change, he pulled out his long knife, and while he jumped up to meet him, he ordered the 40,000 galloping Yunzhou horse army under his feet: "The whole army will attack!"

Zhao Ning directly took the Borshu directly, and as expected, there were really two Wang Jijing on the other side's side in the early stage, with three enemies and one, while entanglement him, avoiding his edge and looking for an opportunity to hurt him.

The rest of the Beihu masters in the early stage of Wang Jijing were fighting against Wei Wuxian, Song Ming and others.

The wind and clouds were surging in mid-air, and the battle of the Wang Ji Realm seemed to tear apart the sky, and the 40,000 Yunzhou horse troops on the ground were gradually closing the distance with the Beihu army array.

But whenever Wang Jijing makes a move, the realm often affects a radius of hundreds of zhang, and the momentum is monstrous, and the strength of individuals is enough to make the heavens and the earth lose color, and the soldiers walking on the ground compete more with the strength of the group.

Because the formation had already changed, the horse army that rushed out of the night was like a wave at this moment, from far to near, and the sound of rapid and powerful horses' hooves gathered together, deafening, stepping on the earth trembling, and the four fields lost their voice.

The army has the power to flood the city and destroy the mountain when it encounters the mountain!

Chen Yi and Yun Yong, who were at the head, stared at the Beihu army formation that was getting closer and closer under the light of the torches in front of them, and their eyes were awe-inspiring.

They knew the strength of the Beihu army, and knew the brilliant achievements of the Beihu army in breaking through the pass and entering Beijing and sweeping Hebei, and in the face of the opponent's fierce offensive like a tiger and wolf, they were also like ordinary soldiers, and they had a deep fear of this group of barbarians in their hearts.

This is the first time in their lives that they have set foot on the battlefield, they are still newcomers, they can't predict what will happen next, how to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, whether they will be caught off guard.

A big boss of a folk boat company may be accustomed to fighting in the rivers and lakes, but he never knows what the Yellow Sand Hundred Battles look like.

The head of a local clan, who governs the family and studies on weekdays, and is the master of the people to compete with the government, originally thought that even if there would be waves in the days, it was also a familiar moral education and deceit.

He never thought that one day, he would take his relatives and descendants and his hometown children and children to fight with the enemy on the battlefield, and his life would hang by a thread, and he would become a puddle of minced meat under the horse's hooves at any time.

It's not their identity, it's not the situation they're good at dealing with, it's not where they're located, he deserves a lot of apprehension, a lot of confusion, a lot of anxiety, a lot of fear.

At this moment, all I heard in my ears were the sound of roaring horses' hooves, and all I saw in my eyes were the Beihu soldiers who were wearing armor and were also rushing towards them, and their brains were buzzing.

On the vast flat ground, as the battle formations of the two armies rushed forward at full speed, the spacious and empty ground in front of them was decreasing inch by inch under the cover of the opponent's armor and human wall, as if it had been swallowed into the stomach.

As the ground disappeared little by little, Chen Yi and Yun Yong's hearts gradually lifted, and the nerves in their whole bodies gradually tensed.

They know that the time they can live and breathe freely is decreasing dramatically, and when the ground is completely gone, everyone will step into the ghost gate with one foot, and life and death are no longer up to them.

The beautiful and comfortable days of life are likely to be never experienced again, and the smiling faces of relatives are likely to never be seen again, and the wine and food with all the colors and flavors are likely to be never tasted again......

The cavalry of the other side like a wall is getting taller and taller, as high as mountains, and the spears of the forest are becoming sharper and more breathtaking, and these things will eventually fall on their heads and bodies, and will crush themselves to pieces, and stab themselves into honeycombs.

This is the real sea of swords and fires, and it is really a pot of boiling water and oil! Once you enter, there will never be a way back, bleeding and sacrifice, missing arms and legs, all just waiting for idle things!

Isn't the past life good enough, isn't the stable life worth remembering, isn't the parenting grace worth repaying, and can the trust and care of the wife and children be disappointed?

What is the meaning of life, what is one's own pursuit, what should be cherished the most, what should be cared about the most, why should you send yourself to the knife, why should you separate your body, why can't you turn the horse's head and get out of this human purgatory?

Go home, go home...... Isn't it good?

Time seemed to have only passed for a moment, and the open space in front of the battle had become as narrow as a street, and all the Northern Hu Ruishi, with fierce eyes and hideous faces, had already raised the swords and guns in their hands.

They are not people, they are man-eating demons!

Chen Yi and Yun Yong glanced at each other.

At this glance, in front of the ironclad array of tens of thousands of soldiers of the two armies, under the dark night of lightning and thunder overhead, and in the thorny jungle of swords, guns and halberds, it was still as dazzling as the stars.

Dazzling, because it is as strong as fire.

It is as strong as fire, because it contains the firm will of a big husband to protect his homeland, and because it is full of the indomitable fighting spirit of a true hero to kill the enemy!

There is no way out for the husband, and the true hero is not afraid of death.

They shoulder the sacred mission of leading all the soldiers to defend the homeland and the country, and when they arrive on the battlefield, there is no second choice, for the sake of their homeland, relatives and compatriots behind them, even if they die on the battlefield, they must not take half a step back!

From each other's eyes, Chen Yi and Yun Yong both felt the strength of the other party that was both nervous and apprehensive, high-spirited and sonorous.

They are a big boss of the rivers and lakes, the head of a local clan, they used to be friends, and they are now comrades!

At this moment, they all drew strength from each other, the power of like-mindedness, the power of fighting side by side, the power of covering each other, and the power of not giving up!

This power allowed them to dispel most of the fear in their hearts, and made their fighting intent burn unbridledly, and invariably, their facial features were distorted in an instant, and their faces were hideous in an instant.

Together, they withdrew their gazes and looked ahead, and at the same time they stabbed the spears in their hands at the enemy in front of them, and they burst out with a hard and violent yell: "Kill!"

Kill!

As the leader of 40,000 soldiers, as the right-hand man of the commander-in-chief, and as the vanguard of the vanguard of the army, this "killing" made many distracting thoughts in their minds all thrown out of the clouds, full of thoughts and only remembering their own duties, their own mission, and only remembering one thing: military orders.

Unstoppable, break the battle to kill the enemy, and regain the military order of the lost land!

They must be indomitable, and they must be indomitable with the soldiers behind them!

They have to fulfill their military orders, they are now soldiers of Daqi, they are the patron saints of this land, they can't have distracting thoughts, they shouldn't be afraid, they must only remember one thing: kill the enemy.

They don't do it, they can't do it, no one will do it, no one can do it, they must be like mountains, unyielding to death, they must be as strong as iron, indomitable!

Chen Yi and Yun Yong were both cultivators in the late stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, and they used all their strength to shout and kill, and they shook out like thunder, and for a while they even overshadowed the sound of horses' hooves.

As a result, the guards cultivators behind them on the left and right shouted with red faces, "Kill!"

Their shouts converged and became more imposing, rushing into the ears of more soldiers and crashing into the hearts of more soldiers.

So these soldiers who first entered the battlefield, either frightened or afraid, or hesitant or confused, or excited or enthusiastic, roared together with the biggest cry of their lives: "Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The sound of killing shook the sky.

Wave after wave.

This is a military order, a duty, and a direction of action.

This is a sharp weapon to dispel chaotic emotions and a good medicine to unite people's hearts! With this shout penetrating into everyone's hearts and guiding everyone's hands and feet, 40,000 officers and men of the Yunzhou Army rushed to kill together with the Beihu army.

They are brave and fearless!