"The old guy is out of town?"

When Xue Dingye, who was dressed in a dark colored robe, got the news, he was first overjoyed, and then his expression became cold.

He knew that Xue Yiren's going out of the city to fight now was tantamount to sending him to death.

Knowing that Wu Feng's reinforcements were about to arrive, but he made such a choice, Xue Yiren must have also sent a messenger to inform Wu Feng to withdraw his troops.

Xue Dingye didn't think that he would lose both with Wu Feng, in his opinion, with Wu Feng's little strength, he could eat it all with a small loss.

Therefore, Xue Yiren's approach, in Xue Dingye's eyes, undoubtedly values Wu Feng far more than himself, so he wants to save Wu Feng's life!

"In that case......" Schrödinger gritted his teeth slightly and waved his hand.

"Then clean up the old guy first, and then take advantage of Wu Feng's time to escape, catch up and kill him without leaving a piece of armor!"

The terrain of the river bank near Dasang City was narrow and unsuitable for camping, so after Schrödinger attacked the city, he retreated to the north of Danshui.

After crossing the river, the Dan water quickly swelled, and although it was unexpected by Schrödinger, he had already prepared a large number of ferries and could cross the river at any time.

He looked at a green-armored general who was as thin as a bamboo pole: "General Zhu Daochen, you will lead four thousand sharp soldiers as the vanguard and cross the river to attack!"

The number of boats and boats was limited, and more than 10,000 soldiers could not cross the river at one time, so they could only send the vanguard troops over first.

But the number of this vanguard force is already above the strength of Xue Yiren.

As soon as these words came out, Lin Shan and several other cronies all showed doubts and worries.

Zhu Daochen is a close confidant of Xue Yiren, and Xue Yiren has a great deal of kindness to him.

But this time Schrödinger raised his troops, but this person chose to take a large number of troops to Schröding's side.

Although many wealthy clans want to get rid of the Xue Yi people, they are unwilling to make a head bird and consume their own troops. Xue Dingye let Zhu Daochen, the grass on the wall, fight in the front, isn't he afraid that he will take the troops and take refuge in Xue Yiren?

But Xue Dingye's eyes were scorching, and there was no suspicion at all.

"General Zhu Daochen, still don't take orders?"

Xue Dingye said with a smile.

"Courtesy...... The master of the door is renewed, and the subordinates should be ...... Death in return!"

Zhu Daochen said resolutely, but there was a bit of imperceptible bitterness in his words.

The river was raging, and in the midst of the turbulent current, the wooden boats on the shore untied their cables, and the soldiers were loaded with soldiers and headed for the opposite bank.

Now the wind was blowing on the opposite side, and it was not long before the ships were on the shore and the soldiers were jumping onto the river beach on their planks.

Zhu Daochen waved the command flag, and the soldiers quickly stepped onto the dry valley along the river, and spread out the crane wing formation.

Because the Xue Yi people who set out from Dasang City had already occupied the high ground along the river, and were forming a crane wing array, surging towards the river bank like a tiger descending from the mountain.

And when your own side has the advantage of troops, the same formation can overwhelm the opponent's terrain advantage.

Zhu Daochen's face was a little pale.

Xue Yiren has accumulated prestige for many years, and it is impossible for him not to be afraid.

He clenched his fists and boosted his morale: "Fellow soldiers, the pit viper opposite us is a usurper who seized the Son of Heaven Peak and mutilated the Ying clan! We have been deeply favored by the Ying clan for thousands of years, and the current master of the door is the remnant of the Ying clan.

The cheers swelled up like a tidal wave, and the hearts of the soldiers were covered with righteous indignation.

These low-level soldiers, only listen to the words of the lord, and do not know who they are fighting for. When the lord who directly ruled them followed Zhu Daochen's long shout, they also felt that they were really favored by the Ying clan, and completely ignored the real changes in their lives during the more than 20 years that Xue Yiren had been in power.

It is very frustrating to say that the right to speak and even the people's hearts in troubled times is often controlled by the powerful. The reformers sharpened their knives against the powerful in order to rectify the interior and benefit the common people, and it often turned out that the grass people who were benefited by them paid their loyalty to the powerful who directly ruled and exploited them.

"Set things right, in one fell swoop!"

The cries of chaos stirred the war clouds in the sky. The righteous name that is not worth half a dollar on weekdays has overwhelmed the virtue and glory of Xue Yiren in Hanzhong for more than 20 years at this moment.

Holding a tasseled spear swept down from the high ridge like a gale, seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's you. He walked far away towards the bamboo road.

"It's me. Zhu Daochen plucked up his courage and raised his voice to the old master and Engong.

"Leave the heads. Xue Yiren said calmly.

"Forgiveness will not be able to obey his fate. ”

"It's not up to you. Xue Yiren's eyes were misty, and he waved his sleeves.

The formation of Xue Yiren was like a white crane flapping its wings rapidly, flying down the rugged hillside.

Zhu Daochen gave an order, the golden drum in the formation shook, and his wings opened, ready to launch a flanking attack on Xue Yiren's troops who were descending the mountain.

In this area of the river beach that is not open, it is not conducive to the development of the fish scale array.

The Crane Wing Array restrains the Yoke Array, and it also has a restraining effect on the Crane Wing Array with fewer troops.

Facing the lord of the past, this generation of heroes whose prestige was shocked by the world, Zhu Daochen was naturally worried in his heart.

But he knew that he only needed to hold on, and until Schrödinger led the main force to complete the river crossing, the overall situation would be decided.

The advantage of his own troops makes Xue Yiren have no chance of winning!

The dense sound of bees danced, and the arrows first began to intersect in front of the two armies, accompanied by the roar of iron cannons.

Bright red blood bloomed in the formations of the two armies, and the sturdy armor may not be able to resist the scythe of death, and one by one the soldiers fell into the abyss of the dead in a cry of sorrow.

But others are still following suit.

When they set foot on this battlefield in the name of killing, they don't need to know why they're fighting, they don't need to know fear, they just need to know one thing, kill the enemy, or die.

The battle aura that covers the entire battle array can paralyze the human soul, causing them to see death as nothing.

Zhu Daochen stood in front of the formation, watching the situation of the entire battlefield.

Everything is normal, with such a small number of troops, Xue Yiren can't play any tricks at all.

At best, the two armies were evenly matched......

Zhu Daochen thought so.

However, in the field of vision, the speed of the enemy's movement suddenly increased.

The soldiers were resolute, not afraid of death, and regarded the overwhelming rain of arrows as nothing.

Xue Yiren now has only 2,700 people left around him, but these people are the most loyal soldiers to him.

Such rapid movement will only increase your own casualties under long-range strikes, because the infantry's ability to block arrows will be affected during the rapid movement, Zhu Daochen thought.

But he suddenly felt bad.

Xue Yiren has already changed formations.

On this rugged mountain road, in the midst of such a high-speed speed, the crane wing array quickly shrank inward and turned into a sharp knife.

A glittering knife.

Blade Formation.

Long edge breaks the waves, and moves forward.

The old guy's ability to train and deploy troops is even more sophisticated than before!

Zhu Daochen's face turned pale in an instant.

Xue Yiren's goal from the beginning was him.

Luring Zhu Daochen with the Crane Wing Array also relied on the Crane Wing Array to resist, and it was also calculated that in order to fight against the famous old master, Zhu Daochen must take the lead, stand in front of the formation, and at the critical moment, regardless of casualties, he smashed the Chinese army and launched a beheading operation.

The calculations are interlocking, and the water does not leak.

"Hold on!" Zhu Daochen shouted, and ordered his own guards to step forward.

It was too late to retract the wings.

Seeing that the generation of heroes in strong clothes and clothes hunting stepped on the void, roaring towards the top of his head like a Mount Tai, Zhu Daochen's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and he felt that his heart was almost bursting out of the cavity.

He wanted to escape.

But his only son has been taken hostage by Schrödinger, who tells him that if he takes a step back on the battlefield, he imagines the outcome.

He loved his son more than his own life.

The death of a capricious person like himself under the gun of his old master can be regarded as a relief.

Zhu Daochen gritted his teeth and led the elite guards to charge towards the sharp edge of the enemy formation.

The spear in Xue Yiren's hand shook, and the afterimage of the sky fell, and the soldiers were bleeding in their chests one after another, and they fell to the ground and died.

A spiral-shaped aura poured out of the gun, straight into Zhu Daochen's chest.

The long sword in Zhu Daochen's hand stirred, trying to resist.

But Xue Yiren often only uses one trick to kill.

With a click, the sword broke, and the person died.

In an instant, blood flowers bloomed on Zhu Daochen's chest.

He didn't have time to say his last words, because the moment the spear was inserted into his chest, he was already dead.

When he was dying, he finally knew that Xue Yiren asked him to keep his head, and it was not a lie.

Xue Yiren raised his head, looked at Zhu Daochen's soldiers and horses, and let out a panicked shout, and routed towards both sides.

But he let out a long sigh.

He saw that Xue Dingye had already crossed the river with a large army and lined up on the riverbank.

The wind was stronger than before, and the river crossing was faster.

"My good son, this appetizer you gave me before leaving is really good. ”

Glancing at the corpse of Zhu Daochen, a traitor, Xue Yiren sighed slowly.