At the main gate of the northern camp, the old patriarch of Xianbei and Fang Lingde looked at each other from a distance, and the two of them looked hideous, gritted their teeth, and couldn't wait to eat each other. It's just that the sacrifice of the warriors of the two clans has made it impossible to put this idea into action.

The old patriarch was about to shout again to boost morale, when he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting: "Shan Yu has an order, the Xianbei tribe quickly intercepts the fleeing Han troops, and must leave Liu Zhengqi, the prince of the Han Dynasty."

He was furious and shouted: "Lao Tzu has already attacked the gate of the northern camp, and he has obtained thousands of miles of fertile land, what is the matter with Liu Zhengqi's Guan Laozi?" I'm going to kill all the bunnies here and avenge our valiant warriors. “

The herald messenger looked at him coldly and said: "Shan Yu ordered, arrest Liu Zhengqi, no matter whether he lives or dies, he can be exempted from paying tribute for three years. ”

The old patriarch was stunned, the two thoughts in his mind quickly changed, the muscles on his face twitched, he glanced at the corpses everywhere, and kept cursing in his heart: "It's so poisonous, I have written down this hatred." He raised his head and glared at Fang Lingde fiercely, turned around and got on his horse, and shouted loudly, "Children, follow me back to catch people." ”

At this time, whether it is the soldiers of the Han nationality or the soldiers of the Xianbei tribe, they have already killed the red eyes, and it is not easy to separate. Fortunately, the old patriarch was very prestigious, and when he gave a strict order, although he was unwilling, those soldiers gradually withdrew from the battlefield.

Seeing the actions of the Xianbei clan, Fang Lingde also issued an order not to pursue at the same time.

With the withdrawal of the Xianbei tribe, the Xianbei tribe also followed in their footsteps and turned to surround those hundred-man squads that fled sporadically.

Nan Yiyi, who had already begun to intercept on the periphery, snorted coldly and said, "Murong Yan is not simple, he can bend and stretch." ”

"Daddy, what did you say?" Aguda asked.

"If you, after attacking the enemy's camp, receive an order from Maudun, will you withdraw immediately?"

"Impossible, isn't that a waste of the lives of the warriors? The child is not as timid as he is. "Ah Gu shook his head like a rattle.

"Hmph, since Maudon said so, it means that he will not send any more reinforcements. Now that our Di people are not moving, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream that he Xianbei, the Qiang and the Qiang want to conquer the northern camp. What's more, the Qiang and Qiang may not be of the same mind as him. Murong Yu made a quick decision and left, although he lost many clansmen, but also avoided the fate of the annihilation of the entire army. Nan Yi's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at Ah Guda deeply, and said, "You remember, you have to think more about everything, this is the choice that a patriarch should make." ”

A hint of disapproval flashed in Ah Guta's eyes, he had always disdained this argument, and in his heart he had always thought that only the most heroic men were qualified to survive in such a harsh environment as the prairie.

Nan Yiyi secretly sighed, he was deeply worried about the future of the Di clan. Aguta is the most outstanding of his sons, and he is the best choice regardless of his martial arts temperament. The only drawback is that he rarely encounters setbacks, resulting in his eyes being left with no children to spare, looking at the prairie, there are only a handful of peers who can be put in his eyes, and the only one who can convince him is Li Zhi, who has stepped into the realm of grandmasters at a young age.

With such a surname, it is okay to be a brave general, but to put the fate of the entire nation in his hands, Nan Yiyi shuddered immediately when he thought of this.

"My lord, what now?"

"How much can you go, all the brothers who can survive will go to Wolong City to meet." Fang Lingde ordered loudly: "All break through." ”

Long before Xu Haifeng came, they had discussed it many times. Abandoning the northern battalion to preserve strength was strongly resisted by most of the senior generals as soon as it was proposed. In their hearts, the myth of the unbreakable golden body of the northern camp for hundreds of years is such a glorious thing that even if they are all killed in battle, it must not be destroyed in their hands.

The blood and courage of the soldiers are fully reflected here, and there are no people who are greedy for life and afraid of death among the five major legions.

It's just that as the commander, Fang Lingchen has to consider not only the glory of the Northern Legion inherited for hundreds of years, but also the situation of the entire Han Dynasty and the situation of the entire continent.

After Liu Zhengting took away the 100,000 reinforcements of the Yellow Dragon Legion and the Blue Wolf Legion, he knew that this time there was no victory, and if he was stubborn, then the only outcome would be a heroic death, and at the same time, 100,000 soldiers would become his funeral goods.

Just when he was hesitating, Xu Haifeng's words were like a stick, which made him have a decision in his heart.

If people lose land, people and land will survive; If the land is lost, the people and the land are lost.

The land will never disappear, but people are different, and if they are wiped out when they shouldn't be struggling, then the end that awaits them will be conceivable.

As soon as Xu Haifeng left, he discussed with Fang Lingde, and the two brothers had the same heart, and they had already finalized the strategy of retreating on the whole front with just a few eyes.

At this time, the three major ethnic groups launched an unprecedented attack, which cast a shadow on Fang Lingchen's heart. The fact that the Eagle Eagle's troops had arrived at the battlefield in such a short period of time was a great surprise to him, and at the same time, it also strengthened his determination to leave immediately.

It's just that the thing that surprised him the most was that Liu Zhengqi suddenly decided not to go to Wolong City, but to go east to the sea and rush to the Qilin Legion.

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly knew the cause and effect, Xu Haifeng had such an attitude, without any sincerity, and the commander of the Qilin Legion was Liu Zhengqi's uncle, so the two naturally could not be said in the same way. After half a long persuasion, Liu Zhengqi still insisted on his opinion, he sighed, he had no choice but to give up, but in the depths of his heart, he inexplicably had a feeling of relief.

The thought lingered in his mind for only a moment, and then vanished without a trace, so fast that even he was not sure. Unlike Xu Haifeng, after all, he has received decades of education in serving the country with loyalty, and he has eaten the Liu family's food for decades.

However, abandoning the camp and fleeing, how helpless this choice was, the unbreakable golden body that the Fang family had built for hundreds of years would be completely ended at that moment.

Not only the Fang family brothers, but the entire red sea was shrouded in an atmosphere of mourning.

Therefore, when Fang Lingchen held high the tall banner representing the red ocean and opened the west gate of the northern camp, he was already furious, and his heart was distressed.

And when he shed tears and used all his physical and mental strength to shout out the word "kill ......", the red sea boiled, and they were like a calm volcano that had been calm since ancient times, and once it erupted, it released the terrifying power that had accumulated for thousands of years.

The mourning soldiers will win.

All the soldiers' eyes were red, and they also had the same thoughts of death in their hearts, and they gritted their teeth, raised their bayonet guns, and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

The warriors of the Qiang tribe fought their way forward, but they found themselves facing a group of fierce beasts that were not inferior to themselves.

For honor, for the land, for survival.

Two incomparably heroic troops collided violently.

Both sides were cavalry-based troops, but because there was no space to exert the impact of the horses, everyone launched a miserable and tragic sacrifice of their lives in this small land of Zhaimen.

Fang Lingchen took the lead and shouted: "Kill me ......"

For hundreds of years, the Fang family has produced countless great commanders, however, among all of them, he is the first and only one who is supporting tens of thousands of troops, but he is still the first to take the lead.

Because, he knew that at this moment, what the Red Ocean needed was not his calmness, but the superhuman martial arts of his first-class master. Under his leadership, the red sea was no longer a calm sea without wind and waves, but a red, red, tumbling and hissing like a furnace of boiling molten steel, enough to destroy everything.

The grievances in Fang Lingchen's heart became more and more vigorous, and at this time, the Qiang people in front of him naturally became the best object for him to vent his anger.

The gun has always been the favorite long weapon among the senior generals of the Han Dynasty, and the family marksmanship of the major families has its own merits, and the Li family's throat gun and the Fang family's thousands of stars are definitely among the best.

The silver spear in Fang Lingchen's hand conjured up countless bright spots, like the infinite stars in the sky, suddenly sprinkled all over the earth. He didn't have any reservations, every shot was condensed with ten successful forces, and all the people and things in front of him were mercilessly picked and pierced by him, he was like an extremely sharp knife, forcibly dividing the Qiang people's troops into two.

Not far behind him was the banner that was waving in the wind, and under the banner, countless warriors sacrificed their lives to die, they left their own lives and those of the enemy, and they poured the red banner with their own blood.

The leader of the Qiang tribe watched his sons dwindle every moment, and his face was distorted and terrifying. His heart was dripping blood, 20,000 people, which was already nearly half of the Qiang people's combat strength.

On the steppe, due to the deliberate suppression of the Huns, although they vigorously developed the population, they have had little effect. These people are the elite of the Qiang people, and they are all the guarantees of the Qiang people, and they can't all die here.

Gritting his teeth, the Qiang leader finally retreated, and he finally chose to retreat, although he was not reconciled.

Like the water of the ebb tide, the knights of the Qiang tribe spread out to both sides, and Fang Lingchen didn't look at it, and urged the horse straight forward.

In the west, he led his troops due west, however, no one knew that his goal was thirty miles to the northwest - Fangmapo.

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