Xue Zhiyong, a commander in the middle of the cold window, failed to break through the seemingly extremely thin attack line of the Shi family cavalry in Yunqi City, not to mention the other ordinary sergeants who had not yet broken the dawn, in front of this tenacious and murderous net, one after another Yugang army sergeants fell down and turned into the ghosts of the hooves of the Howling Moon Dragon Horse.

After Wen Zhanyang gave the order to disperse and break through, he also rushed in the opposite direction of the Swinging Moon Dragonrider's momentum. With his cultivation and body technique, he naturally far surpassed those ordinary sergeants, and after a while, he ran to the farthest area from the Moon Swinging Dragon Rider.

But listening to the screams of his brothers before they died, they continued to sound behind him, especially when he heard that one of the familiar voices should be from his old partner, Cheng Lin, the deputy commander of the Yugang Army, Wen Zhanyang's guilt and bloodiness as the commander of the First Army finally broke out, and he no longer ran away, and reflexively threw himself towards the huge net that demanded his life.

Some of the sergeants who fled behind him saw Wen Zhanyang's movements, and they were also infected by his spirit for a while, and they launched a counter-charge towards the pursuers behind him with him! In less than ten breaths, the number of sergeants gathered behind Wen Zhanyang had exceeded 100.

At this time, after the baptism of arrow rain and the siege of the steel giant net, the total casualties of the entire Yugang army have exceeded 20,000, although the unwounded sergeants are only less than 8,000, and they are scattered in an area of several miles like a plate of scattered sand, but purely in terms of numbers, it is still above the Swinging Moon Dragoon. If this force can be effectively integrated under the leadership of Wen Zhanyang, then the power that can be exerted will also bring some trouble and casualties to the Moonswinging Dragoon, who has been invincible so far.

Although the Yugang Army is not the core and most elite unit of the Daxi family like the Eight Cavalry of the Dark Snow, it can be transferred by Da Xibo as the only infantry to attack the city, which fully shows that it is by no means comparable to those ordinary second-line legions.

Under the threat of death and the leadership of the legion commander, these soldiers of the Yugang Army, as warriors and sergeants, the pride and sense of honor in their bones were stimulated at this moment.

The opponent's posture is clearly to annihilate the Yugang army here, even if he runs fast, can he still pass the cavalry quickly?

Before a single shot was fired or an arrow was fired, they were stabbed to death by the enemy in the back, is this what they are going to do?

Even if we die, we have to face the Yu family's army, and even if we die, we have to pull a cushion!

Morale, although invisible or tangible, is real and plays a vital role in every battle. At this moment, the morale of the Yugang Army, which had been dissipated by the painful defeat at the beginning and the death of many soldiers for the first time, was regrouping at a very fast speed.

With the afterglow of Wen Zhanyang's eyes, he saw the subordinates who were gathering towards him, and he also heard more and more footsteps coming from behind him, and the more and more chaotic footsteps came from behind him, and the trace of pride in his heart burned like a fire in the prairie fire, and the true yuan in his meridians seemed to be infected by this pride and began to boil.

Haven't you practiced for decades for this moment today?

Wen Zhanyang felt that both his cultivation and his will seemed to have reached the highest peak he had ever reached, and he seemed to fluctuate slightly after staying at the peak of the hall for several years without making any progress.

He is already at the pinnacle of the hall, and if he takes a small step, he will become a powerhouse in the holy realm!

Once he crosses that threshold, his future will be turned upside down, and it's a whole other story!

Just as Wen Zhanyang Zhenyuan poured the spear in his hand and was about to launch the strongest attack in his life, in the oncoming giant wave of Xuantie, a figure suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Just a glance.

Wen Zhanyang's ready battle spirit was like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

What's even more terrifying is that Wen Zhanyang feels that his true yuan, and even his vitality, are losing at an incredible speed with that glance.

This is a feeling that Wen Zhanyang has never felt in his life, as if an extremely sharp spear pierced his head, and as if there were countless heavy hammers, smashing on his body at the same time, he felt that the time around him seemed to be slowing down countless times in an instant, he could even see the slight tremor of the beast eyelids of the lion-headed antlers opposite, and he could also hear the heartbeats of more than a dozen subordinates behind him due to nervousness and excitement.

This wonderful state seemed to have lasted for a long time, and it seemed to be only for a brief moment, Wen Zhanyang felt that the night in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, so thick that he couldn't see anything, and at the same time, there seemed to be some hot, viscous liquid flowing out of the corners of his eyes, nose, and ears.

After that, Wen Zhanyang didn't know anything.

The sergeants who followed him clearly felt that their commander's momentum had reached its peak like a volcano before the eruption, and after being glanced at by someone in the opposing cavalry, they disappeared without a trace.

And coach Wen Zhanyang's body was also like a decaying dead tree, planted heavily to the ground.

The cavalry of Yunqi City, who had looked at Wen Zhanyang before, withdrew his gaze indifferently, and did not take another look at the corpse that was lying on the ground.

And the momentum of the remnants of the Yugang Army, which was originally inspired by Wen Zhanyang's bravery and blood, also dissipated again at a speed ten times faster than when it was condensed after the inexplicable death of his boss.

The small army, which had already numbered nearly two hundred men, scattered with a bang, and then fell one by one under the spears of the cavalry chasing behind them.

The commander and deputy marshal were killed, the three captains were killed, and all their morale was lost, and the Yugang army, which did not even have a blade in their hands, was no longer an invincible and fearless and invincible male division under the command of the Daxi family, which existed among the eight great families, but became a little white rabbit who ran around trying to escape the hunting by hunters during the hunting season.

However, in this endless plain, no white rabbit can escape the hunt of hunters.

That night, this 30,000-strong heavy infantry, which was also famous among the Daxi family, was wiped out, and no one survived.

In the corpse-strewn wilderness, a strange insect with three pairs of wings suddenly rose from the hands of a certain black-armored cavalryman, flapping its wings in the direction from which they had come, and the lightning speed was dwarfed even by the swifts who were the best at flying.