From sunrise to noon, from noon to the west of the sun, the battle inside and outside the three gates of Fengming Mountain has never stopped, shouting and killing and fierce battle movements, the sound reverberates the universe, and spreads for hundreds of miles.

An Siming, whose face was as red as a soldering iron and beads of sweat as soybeans, was panting with a spear, staring at the battlefield ahead with an unwilling and unconvinced face.

The soldiers of the two armies were in a tower, and many people fell every moment, and the Beihu army was stationed in various mountains and valleys, relying on many military forts built, and used the wolf bow to inflict great damage on his troops.

In front of the Heavenly Wolf Bow, his troops suffered heavy casualties, and the more than 10,000 elites who participated in the battle at the beginning, whether they were cultivators or ordinary soldiers, had already suffered nearly half of the casualties.

These are his hard work, the foundation of his life, every loss makes his heart ache, not to mention that the loss is so big now.

The terrain in the Black Rock Valley is relatively wide and flat, the height of the mountain package is low, and the whole area is undulating but gently undulating, which is undoubtedly suitable for the infantry army to carry out large-scale operations and is conducive to the attack of the Yanmen army.

But this also allowed the battle formation of the Northern Hu Army to spread out in a large area, and there were many soldiers in the unit area, and the direct consequence was that when ten thousand arrows were fired together, the rain of arrows falling was extremely intensive.

There is no shortage of strong bows and crossbows in the Yanmen army, but in addition to the heavy crossbows used in siege, the range and lethality of other strong crossbows are not as good as the wolf bow, not to mention, the wolf bow still occupies a high place to some extent.

Under the fire of the two sides, even if An Siming's troops are tightly armoured, they can't take advantage of the slightest advantage.

This is the second time that An Siming has stepped back from the front of the battle to rest. So far, he has not made much progress, but the troops have suffered heavy casualties. According to common sense, he should give up the vanguard position as a whole.

But An Siming didn't want to make the breakthrough he had made so hard, and finally cheapened the Zhao Yanmen army.

He wanted to be the first to break through the Black Stone Valley, the first to break through Fengming Mountain, to prove his strength to the emperor, and to make his position fundamentally stable.

When a soldier dies, he can be replenished, and when a cultivator is gone, he can recruit again, and the opportunity to make great contributions on the battlefield will only happen once in many years, and An Siming cannot give up.

"Fight with me!" An Simin drew his spear and rushed to the front of the line again with the guards.

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"The casualties of this Yanmen army are so large, and they even bury their heads in the fierce attack and kill, and do not let the subsequent troops rotate, such a fighting will is comparable to the elite of a hundred battles. Bai Yin sighed as he looked at An Siming's song.

The ferocious attack of An Siming's department caused a lot of trouble to the Beihu army, at least the Khitan army officers and soldiers could not stop it, and at present, it was completely relying on the continuous progress of the Tianyuan army to contain the opponent's offensive.

Charahan snorted coldly, "It's just that the blood is coming up to send them to death, and when the elite cultivators of this soldier are exhausted, and there is no backbone to take the lead in the killing, it will be their death period." ”

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The Yanmen Army in Baifengkou, after capturing more than half of the war zone, encountered unprecedented obstacles.

Hindering not only the reinforcements that arrived later, but also the terrain.

In the second half of the war zone, the terrain began to become rugged, and many of the mountain packs were much steeper, and it was already difficult for ordinary soldiers to fight upwards, especially when holding large shields.

The passage of the col also became narrow, making it impossible to deploy more troops, forming a large-scale impact.

Although the relatively steep slope could not accommodate too many troops, the arrow rain of the Beihu Army's Heavenly Wolf Bow was much smaller, and it no longer had great lethality to the officers and soldiers of the Yanmen Army with a big shield, but the pace of the Yanmen Army's offensive was still gradually slowing down.

The Yanmen Army's battle array lost its impact power, and the advantage of the Tianyuan Army's many cultivators slowly showed great power, and they occupied the hillside to the death, and also strangled the valley passage.

In the various mountain passes, the Yanmen army continued to reorganize the charge, but more and more battle formations were repulsed. Later, the offensive momentum was difficult to maintain.

This kind of terrain in Baifengkou is shown on the map drawn by the paradigm cultivators, which is also the reason why Wang Rouhua, Zhao Xuanji and others did not choose the main direction of attack in Baifengkou in the military discussion.

Because even if the Yanmen Army can enter the Baifeng Pass, it will be difficult to pass through this area in the end and truly break through the defense line of the Beihu Army.

In this case, only Zhao Ning and Yang Jiani's battle formation, and the other few parts, still retain the ability to break the formation and seize land.

But even if it were, the battle became more and more difficult when ordinary soldiers could not keep up.

After consuming several times the previous True Qi and carrying soldiers with several times greater casualties, and finally capturing a relatively high mountain, Zhao Ning and Yang Jiani did not continue to rush forward to kill.

The sun is completely setting in the west, and dusk is approaching.

The two of them, together with a group of soldiers in blood-stained robes and armor covered with swords, axes and chisels, stood on the top of the mountain in the autumn wind, looking at the undulating mountains in front of them, bathed in the golden glow of the sunset.

The crowd was silent.

There are not many mountains in front of you, and the exceptionally majestic and tall mountain is not far away, and it is also the last big position of the Beihu army. It is like a giant, surrounded by small and medium-sized mountains, towering and towering.

At this point in the battle, all the units of the Yanmen Army were already very tired, and the casualties were very large.

The Northern Hu army is also at the end of the crossbow, but they are waiting for the rabbit, occupying a favorable geographical position, and now they have a huge advantage.

"It's time to divide the winners. Yang Jiani took off her hood and poured out a little blood inside, the evening breeze stirred the green silk, and the setting sun illuminated her blood-stained face, she said suddenly and calmly.

Zhao Ning understood another meaning from Yang Jiani's tone: If you have a plan, now is the best time to implement it, if you don't implement it now, there will be no chance.

Zhao Ning nodded, took a long breath, and took the lead to rush towards the top of the mountain, killing another hillside in front of him.

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With half of the casualties, An Siming withdrew from the battlefield of fierce fighting, and the offensive position was replaced by the Yanmen army led by the Zhao general.

When he looked back at the battlefield full of dead bodies and blood, An Siming's eyes were low, and he could not hide the pain. However, he quickly retracted his expression and lifted his spirits.

What is the combat strength of the Beihu Army, he already knows very well that he took the lead with his descendants, and the Beihu Army, which could not be defeated after paying heavy casualties, and other parts of the Yanmen Army could not be defeated in a short time.

"Let the other Yanmen troops go into battle, go to fight with the Beihu army, and wait for our department to rest for a while and recuperate enough, then it will be time for the Yanmen army to be defeated and retreat.

"And at that time, the Beihu army will inevitably be tired, and it will not be as difficult to fight as it is now, and our troops will have a great chance to break the enemy and win!"

Thinking of this, An Siming let out a long breath. At this time, looking at the soldiers of the Yanmen Army who passed by him and rushed to the battlefield, his eyes were like looking at a group of coolies who worked for themselves.

With the huge casualties of the Yanmen army, to pave the way for his own success, this feeling made An Siming secretly feel comfortable.

In this battle, he will not only gain outstanding exploits and prestige, but the strength of the Yanmen army will also be weakened a lot after the war, which is just the opportunity to give him the opportunity to fight against the Zhao family!

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Charahan glanced at the sunset in the west, and then looked at the Yanmen army that took over from An Siming's department and continued to rush forward to kill, although his face was still solemn, but there were two more points of smugness in his eyebrows.

The main direction of the Yanmen army was accurately judged by him, because several Wang Jijing were thrown into the Black Stone Valley, and the reserve forces were also transferred to forty percent, and finally repelled the most elite and powerful troops in the Yanmen army.

This frustrated the Yanmen Army's plan to break through the Blackstone Valley defense line.

Now the battlefield of Blackstone Valley is extremely strong, and there are still 20% of the reserve troops that have not participated in the battle, and the army is full of stamina, and it is not difficult to hold half a point of Blackstone Valley.

If it weren't for his accurate penetration of Zhao Xuanji's main attack direction and timely deployment of troops, Blackstone Valley might have been broken through at this moment.

At present, the battle situation of the whole army is stable, and the Yanmen army in the white wind mouth is also blocked, all relying on his insight into the battlefield situation and anticipating the enemy first.

This restored his pride quite a bit.

"Although it is not good to counterattack and win a big victory, but if you can block the offensive of the Yanmen army, this task will be completed logically.

"When the crown prince succeeds in defeating the Dadan royal court, the grassland will be completely in the hands of my Tianyuan tribe, and the great cause can be expected!"

Charahan breathed a long sigh of relief, looked in the direction of Baifengkou, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Zhao Ning, this kid, has been fighting hard since the beginning, using all means to make trouble for this king, I have to admit that this kid's strength is indeed good, and the appearance of racking his brains and working hard is indeed admirable.

"But in the end? What about the middle stage of the Yuan Shen Realm, if you want to control the overall situation of the war, you are still too young, and the so-called bloody and sweaty efforts are just a joke!"

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On the hillside, Feng Niu'er and a group of comrades fought at the forefront of the battle formation as an elite force.

For ordinary soldiers, the hillside is too steep, although climbing is not a problem, but it is too difficult to fight on the back, fortunately, Feng Niu'er is a cultivator of the Forging Body Realm, so he can not be cut down by the opponent as soon as he encounters the opponent.

But his realm is not high after all, and there are many Beihu cultivators.

He quickly faced a forging body realm two levels higher than him, but he just received two knives from the other party, and he couldn't stabilize the next plate, and his feet slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground.

At that moment, Feng Niu'er couldn't help but be frightened, and when she looked up in a panic, her vision was a scaled blade, and the white blade was like a demon's fangs!

He knew he was going to die.

At this moment, he had a lot of thoughts, and all kinds of pictures of the past flashed in his mind.

On the sickbed, the sick and hungry skinny mother, the reluctance and guilt at the last glance before death, and the anger and love in Feng San's eyes when he gave him that slap in the prison;

At the time of parting, the short and yellow-haired girl in front of the villagers was so thin......

His life, with many regrets and sufferings, ended like this.

Just as Feng Niu'er was thinking like this, the sword light in front of him suddenly disappeared, and a steaming stream of blood splashed on his face, and at the same time, he felt that he was being helped up by force.

Feng Niu'er saw the side face of Dutou Zhang Cheng, and the other party was kicking the Beihu cultivator in front of him, who was slashed by him in the neck, and yelled without looking back: "Get up!"

Feng Niu'er stood up quickly, he was not injured, and he was about to fight again with his knife.

Zhang Cheng, the head of the capital, is the most familiar person after he became a foot soldier of the Yanmen Army. A man in his thirties, with a rough and heroic personality, likes to kick people's butts the most when training his subordinates, but he takes special care of him.

In the siege battle before, when he killed for the first time, cut off the head of a soldier of the Northern Hu Army, and was involuntarily stunned by the blood spurting out of the opponent's neck, it was Zhang Cheng who pulled him behind him in time.

Otherwise, he was stabbed to death by the follow-up Beihu warriors.

Although the time she spent with Zhang Cheng was still very short, Feng Niuer already admired Zhang Cheng very much.

Zhang Cheng is not only skilled in warfare and can slash many enemies on the battlefield, but also has integrity and a strong sense of responsibility, and will always protect his subordinates.

In Feng Niu'er's eyes, Zhang Cheng has a great figure and a bright future. He has been learning from the good qualities of the other person and wants to be like the other person in the future.

Because the other party always takes care of him, their relationship is also very close. One night, Zhang Cheng, who was wrapped up in his wounds, took out a letter to show him, in addition to the text, there was also a fist-sized portrait.

The portrait is incomplete, it is a round little head with two braids, and the facial features can't be seen at all, just a few lines, but Zhang Cheng told him with a sense of showing off that it was her daughter, who was three years old.

Originally, Zhang Cheng could go back to his hometown to visit relatives this autumn and see his daughter for the first time, but because of the war, he couldn't go back, so he planned to defeat the Northern Hu barbarians, so he went back to take a good look at his daughter.

As soon as Feng Niu'er stood firm, he raised his knife and moved forward, but before he could take two steps up, before he could keep up with Zhang Cheng's pace, he saw that the round shield in Zhang Cheng's hand was suddenly shattered by the battle axe!

Immediately afterwards, a spear drilled out from the side pierced Zhang Cheng's throat, and the bloody spear tip emerged from the back of his neck!

Feng Niu'er's eyes were split!

He stepped forward with a few armor soldiers on the left and right, and repelled those Beihu cultivators, and when he looked at Zhang Cheng again, the other party had already fallen on his back at his feet, his wide eyes full of unwillingness and nostalgia.

Feng Niu'er was about to help the other party up, when he saw the other party's eyes shrink suddenly, and opened his mouth full of blood towards him, wanting to say something, but the bleeding throat only grunted twice.

Feng Niu'er read the other party's trembling lips, which were two words: "Be careful!"

In the past, every time Zhang Cheng shouted these two words to him, it was when Feng Niu'er was in danger and Zhang Cheng rushed over to rescue him. But now, Zhang Chengmo said to save him, and he couldn't even make a sound.

At this moment, the head of the capital is no longer able to protect his subordinates.

Zhang Cheng's lips didn't move a third time, and his eyes became hollow. He died, leaving only a stiff corpse.

In the last moments of his life, he didn't have time to think about the daughter he had never met, but reminded his subordinates to watch out for the enemy.

Feng Niu'er's throat was as hard as a rock in an instant, and tears came out of her eyes.

He lived up to Zhang Cheng's reminder, lowered his waist for the first time, protected his body with a round shield, and the knife cut by the Beihu soldiers in front of him was successfully blocked by him.

"Kill!" Feng Niu'er let out a trembling, pitch-shifting, beast-like roar, and as soon as the voice came out, the horizontal knife in his hand stabbed out from the side of the round shield, and the tip of the knife stabbed into the chest of the Beihu soldier in front of him.

Feng Niu'er never looked back at Zhang Cheng again.

An excellent head is dead, a strong warrior can no longer stand up, and he, a mediocre foot soldier without rigorous training, a weak man in the forging realm, is still alive.

Since he is still alive, since he is still in the battle array, he must fight forward and fight the enemy endlessly!

At this moment, in Feng Niu'er's mind, there was no longer the idea of making meritorious contributions and getting ahead, and when he arrived on the battlefield, life and death were all out of his own hands, without taking care of everything, without the coordination of his comrades, he was already in a different place.

Now, he is just fighting to the death, as a warrior, for his dead comrades, for the defeat of the enemy army!

A soldier of the Tianyuan Army who suddenly pounced down rolled down the hillside with him in his arms, and his throat was bitten by the opponent's sharp teeth.

But he did not die with the other party, and his comrades behind him stopped them in time, and hacked the brave soldier to death.

Getting up from the ground again, the companions around him had already rushed forward, Feng Niu'er raised his head and looked at the enemy in front of him who couldn't see his head, looked at the mountain bag that seemed to be unreachable overhead, and looked at the brothers and sisters who were constantly falling in the front row.

A monstrous anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Why can't you defeat this group of enemies yet?

Why can't you capture this hill yet?

Why are so many good and powerful warriors killed in battle, and they still can't win this battle?

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Feng Niu'er clenched the horizontal knife that had been curled, and wanted to die with the enemy, but at this moment, the soldiers of the Tianyuan Army, who were obviously still in a neat formation and fought bravely, suddenly became in chaos.

Countless soldiers turned around and ran.

The crowd faded like a tidal wave.

Feng Niu'er heard the cheers, coming from an unknown direction, maybe from many directions.

He turned his head blankly, against the last rays of the sunset, and saw that on the highest mountain, there was a group of soldiers running to kill with the orange sunset on their backs.

They were in good shape, rabbits and falcons, they attacked fiercely, like wolves and tigers, and the soldiers of the Tianyuan Army in front of them were killed and fled in all directions.

They are like a group of heavenly soldiers jumping out of the sunset.

Feng Niu'er stayed there.

Tears fell silently on his face.