"Xiao Lang! Xiao Lang!"

Ding Zhi happened to see this scene and shouted in a hurry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The silver-armored woman, who was still looking back in shock, would be enveloped by the guards and gradually drift away.

Fortunately, these Rong people lost their fighting spirit, otherwise it would be impossible to bring out this brave and invincible adult with just a few people like them.

"Where did the evil obstacle come from, and you will die quickly!"

A flying sword with a striking sword light flew from the direction of the Rong army formation, and it quickly pounced on the green snake that slaughtered the Rong cavalry like destroying a chicken and a dog.

"Bah! Bully me, is there no one in the Dawu Dynasty?

A loud roar echoed over the battlefield, and the flying sword from the Rong Ren Warlock was fixed in mid-air by a golden light when it was still ten zhang away from the green snake.

With a crisp jingle sound, the Dajue Zen Master held a tin staff, wore a crown of the Great Sun Rulai, and strode out of the battle in a brocade robe, heading straight to the battlefield.

The alien battalion of the Thousand Pheasant Army finally moved.

"Thousand Pheasant Army!

Yu Hong, the commander of the folded chong, rode on the war horse, raised the saber and swung forward fiercely, and the evil breath that had been held back for a long time finally had the opportunity to be completely released.

"Thousand Pheasant Army!

Large majks of cavalry and infantry rushed past the warlocks of the Alien Battalion, and a steady stream of them entered the battlefield.

The shouts of thousands of people resounded for miles, and when they heard the sound of this formation, Ding Zhi and the others' already tired bodies burst out with an incredible new force, and they let out hoarse screams together.

"Thousand Pheasant Army!

"A Thousand Pheasant Army?"

Lin Mian was surprised that it was the Thousand Pheasant Army that reacted first and seized the opportunity to launch first, and he immediately pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Pass my orders, and the whole army will attack!"

The enemy's main general will die, and the Daxu, which represents the spirit and cohesion of the army, will fall, and when will such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not be seized?

From the moment Li Xiaobai threw out the green snake Qingyao, the warlock war between Fengxuanguo and the Great Wu Dynasty kicked off, and in the sky above the battlefield, flying swords came and went, and spells such as flames, thunder, ground thorns and sandstorms came and went, and the battle that was more fierce than any previous moment broke out instantly.

None of the soldiers on both sides who were accidentally caught up in the spell and flying sword duel were spared, and they had no ability to resist and turned into a pile of minced meat, charred corpses, and even no bones remained.

A large forbidden area was forcibly vacated in the center of the battlefield, and it became an exclusive battlefield for the warlocks of the two countries to fight each other.

The craziest warlock on the battlefield was the night cry who was pulled onto the battlefield by the blind old man, his face was colorless, and he was trembling all over his body, and he was terrified to the extreme, and soon collapsed with fright.

Ordinary people are mostly paralyzed on the ground or stunned by fright, but the night cry is just the opposite, covered in black air, holding a short sword and pounced on the Rong warlock, shouting in his mouth: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, go die!"

Suddenly, without warning, it turned into a wisp of black smoke, and a strange shadow appeared in the flat sky on the ground at the feet of the other party in the blink of an eye, and the shadow turned into a silent regrouping, and the blade smeared with poison slashed through the neck of the unsuspecting warlock like lightning.

The ancestor of the night cry is a warlock who specializes in assassination skills, and has made many meritorious contributions to Emperor Taizu during the founding of the Dawu Dynasty, and has been born and died many times, until he died in a dangerous killing game to protect Emperor Taizu, and the descendants left behind were highly rewarded by the court, although they were not one of the eight major families, but their influence in the court was almost the same.

Nowadays, the skills of the ancestors have been handed down, and they have been learned by this generation of children crying at night.

The more frightened he is, the more crazy he becomes, and the more powerful he becomes, even the warlocks of the Great Martial Dynasty in the same camp consciously hide far away, so as not to be attacked by the pond fish.

The green snake had no intention of fighting, and flew out of the battlefield with the unconscious Li Xiaobai, Ding Zhi followed closely with the remaining cavalry, and fought to this point, and their military exploits were enough to offset the crime of attacking without authorization before.

After a fierce battle until sunset, the three Eluns (ten thousand commanders) under the Grand Duke of the Silver Knife Pakoru could no longer control the erosion to the point of being out of control, and the army of the Rong people was scattered one after another, and they had to retreat to the Gobi Desert.

The many Zhichongfu border troops of the Wolf Road chased and killed hundreds of miles in one breath, until the dawn of the eastern sky appeared, and then all the Rong people who had lost their armor all the way and were unable to form an army were driven into the desolate Gobi Desert.

Less than 2,000 of the 30,000 elite horsemen of the Fengxuan Kingdom remained, and the two Erlun (Ten Thousand Commanders) were killed in the battle during the retreat, and the only remaining Erlun Tamuri was seriously wounded, protecting the panicked Prince of Ebula and fled in embarrassment.

Nearly 1,000 Chongcheng cavalry could not run long distances due to the heavy load armor, and after exhaustion, the whole army was exhausted, and there was no one in ten who worshipped warlocks with the army.

It is very appropriate to use the word "defeated like a mountain" to describe this army of Rong people who invaded the border of the Dawu Dynasty, I am afraid that neither the enemy nor the enemy nor the enemy did not expect that the turning point of this battle turned out to be a cavalry that attacked without authorization and a bold "warlock".

The wolf ran about a hundred and eighty miles, and from day to night, and from night to day, the butt of the Prince of the Flower of Ebra never left the horse's back.

Even if you keep changing horses halfway, along the way, there are countless upside-down horses.

A fast horse kicked up the dust that had not fallen for a long time.

"Your Highness, ahead, there's water ahead!"

The best horses are handed over to the best rangers, and finding oases and water sources in this Gobi Desert is their specialty.

"Water?"

The Erbula flower, whose lips had long been chapped, was in the undulating bumps, and her voice was hoarse and dazed, and a trace of brilliance suddenly appeared in the depths of her pupils, and her voice became louder.

"Where's the water?

Not only His Royal Highness the prince, but the other exhausted Rong people involuntarily cheered up when they heard this.

"Twelve miles ahead!

The most elite Rong rangers looked at these remnants of the defeated generals, suppressed the emotion in their hearts, turned their horses' heads, and led the way for these brigades of men and horses when they came and went.

Twelve miles of road, said far not far, said close but not close, perhaps because of the excitement of the riders, those equally tired war horses struggled to move their hooves and barely chased after them.

The oasis found by the rangers was not large, except for a spring bubbling with slightly bitter water, which gathered into a small pond with a small square circle.

A few figures and a few horses unreined lay nearby, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, these victims who had been turned into corpses were the specialties of this Gobi Desert, horse bandits.

It's just that they unfortunately encountered the rangers of the Fengxuan Kingdom, and they were caught off guard, and they were killed before they could hold out for two or three rounds, and this water source was immediately surrendered.

A group of men and horses rumbled with sand and dust, and when they saw the rippling water, they immediately rushed over like crazy, and the men shouted and neighed, and rushed to the water's edge without distinguishing between them, and buried their heads in the water and drank bitterly.

In the blink of an eye, this shallow spring of bitter water was flooded by the hungry Rong people and war horses, and the people and horses who couldn't squeeze in were in a hurry in the outer circle.

Under the extreme thirst, even the bitter spring water seemed to become incomparably clear and sweet, and after drinking more than a dozen sips in a row, the Ebula flower, who had been filled with a stomach full of water, got up and left the spring, and the empty space that had just been given up was immediately filled by others.

He staggered a few steps, sat down under one of the few date palms in this little oasis, and burped a few times, never thinking that he would one day be satisfied simply because he had drunk enough water.

Human beings are always very adaptable creatures, and they can relax as long as they take a breath.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who had just suffered a great defeat, looked at the soldiers and horses competing for water, and people were almost no different from livestock, and inexplicably felt like crying.

It's miserable!

At some point, he was full of ambition and thought about defeating the southerners in a row, seizing a large area of rich and fertile land, and making great contributions to the Fengxuan country, and was praised by his father, and proudly accepted the envious eyes of his brothers and sisters.

But now, the cruel status quo has whipped Ebul a few ear scrapers, and in the blink of an eye, only less than 2,000 horsemen are left in front of him, and even the silver knife Grand Duke Kelu and the two Erlun (ten thousand commanders) have been folded on the battlefield, so that he has to accept this reality.

The bitter water spring, which was no more than two feet deep and less than a foot wide, was robbed clean by nearly two thousand people in the blink of an eye, and in the end, some people could not drink the water, so they could only lie in the mud puddle at the bottom of the spring pool, trying to chew the wet mud, so as to moisten the lips and tongue that had been thirsty for a long time.

Fortunately, the spring water is still slowly bubbling out, and latecomers can always drink it.

"Damn Nanren, I, Ebula swear, if I can succeed to the throne, I will definitely set foot on Tianjing, slaughter 3,000 miles, and all the lowly Nanren will be enslaved and sold in all directions!"

Out of nowhere, a surge of strength poured out, and the Ebula flower struggled to her feet, holding on to the date palm tree that was about one person hugging, and swore to the sky.

Before he finished speaking, there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, as if this heaven and earth had witnessed his oath.

"Your Highness! Victory and defeat are common, as long as you wait patiently for the opportunity, there will always be a day of revenge, there is no need to be so careful! cough, cough!"

The only remaining Elun (Captain of Ten Thousand Soldiers) Tamuri finished speaking, and he couldn't help but feel a panny of chest tightness and shortness of breath, and coughed rapidly.

"Tamuri, the Nanren are so hateful! I, I didn't expect this!"

The prince of Ebula clenched his fists, the green tendons on his neck and head jumped, and the tragic battle with the border army of the Dawu Dynasty made him have a new understanding and understanding of the war between countries, and he no longer had the frivolous mentality of playing in the game at the beginning and taking the war lightly.

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