"This ......"

When facing the battle, all the Dongling people present froze and were dumbfounded, even Pang Yuan was no exception.

Because the battle that Xi Ming is putting on now is exactly the military formation used by Dong Ling before, and it seems that he is already very skilled, seeing the enemy playing their unique things like his own, the shock in Dong Ling's heart is extremely double.

"Array!"

Pang Yuan, who was the first to wake up, immediately spoke out to stabilize the chaotic military spirit, and the battle between the two armies could not be distracted. Waving the flag, changing formations, his heart was pounding, his hands were trembling, Pang Yuan looked up at Jing Lian in the distance, and then stared at the big array in front of him, the light in his eyes was like substance, the horror of the enemy was beyond his imagination, and it could even make people desperate, when he saw the other party put on a formation, he had a moment of despair.

Xi Ming maintained a formation and cut into the Dongling army, and the two armies continued to change their formations according to the instructions of the leaders of all parties, and they tore each other tightly. Treating others in the same way, the corners of Pang Yuan's mouth showed a trace of bitterness, he never thought that the other party would actually use this trick, and he never imagined that the other party could imitate it so much in such a short period of time.

However, for him, this is not enough, Pang Yuan, who has received Mo Wen's guidance, has been extraordinary in this regard, changing hands, waving flags, and the sudden change in Dongling's formation, which is a change of formation that has not been seen a few days ago, and it actually contains a trace of unclear and unclear truth.

At the moment of the change of formation, the troops facing Ximing suffered a huge blow, and they collapsed everywhere and became a mess. Integrate your own momentum with the army? Jing Lian's expression did not change in the slightest, he never thought of fighting the other party in this regard, this is not his approach.

In the middle of the fight, several Ximing "rolling gourds" were beaten to the edge of the battlefield, and suddenly rushed towards Pang Yuan without everyone in Dongling noticing!

The guards around Pang Yuan were shocked and fought hard to resist, and the guards blocked the assassin's entry in time, but there was another person who broke through the layers of protection like a tiger, and there was no enemy, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed towards Pang Yuan, who was alone, with a sharp wind roar.

The wind brought by the heavy sword blew the messy hair in front of Pang Yuan's forehead to the back, revealing his pale and frightened face, which could not be avoided at this moment, but at this moment, a spear struck from the sky, shooting into the Assassin's sword-wielding right hand, and the powerful impact fell to the side along with the Assassin himself.

A black-faced young general, dressed in a tattered military uniform, covered in blood, galloped to Pang Yuan and protected him behind him, his expression was resolute, and his eyes were like torches.

"Yue Ling is too late to hope that Mr. Pang will be punished!"

"No problem."

Is this Yue Ling? Pang Yuan's pale face turned slightly ruddy, it was the first time he had seen this person in the army, and he was really fierce, so he shifted his attention from the assassin in front of him to the distant battlefield, and was no longer distracted, he couldn't play a role in the battle on his side, so there was no need to waste his mind here.

Zi Yuan pulled out the spear in his hand vigorously, spat it, took a strip of cloth to forcibly stop the wound, and began to stare at Yue Ling, who was surrounded by a thick bloody aura in both hands with a sword in both hands. Three hundred elite soldiers were set up at each pass from Ximing to Dongling, just in case of encirclement and suppression of this person, but he was killed here without thinking about it, which was really terrifying.

This kid is right! Zi Yuan's face was full of excitement, he tightened the heavy sword in his hand, ignored the others around him, and went straight to Yue Ling, before his body was injured and his momentum was even better, it seemed that he wanted to fight Yue Ling with one person and one horse. Yue Ling frowned slightly, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and dismounted to meet Ziyuan, who couldn't stop this person on a horse.

After losing the advantage of the war horse, Yue Ling couldn't win Ziyuan for a while, and Ziyuan, who was not afraid of death, had to temporarily stalemate with her. The battle in front of them attracted the attention of the guards who rushed to Pang Yuan's side again, and the rest who didn't pay attention were also guarding against a possible sneak attack by Xi Ming in front of them, so that they didn't see one of their comrades turning out a dull dagger from his sleeve.

"Mr. Pang!"

The shouting behind him made Yue Ling's face change greatly, and at this moment, he didn't care about entanglement with Ziyuan, so he directly resisted Ziyuan's blow with half of his body, and stabbed Ziyuan into the left chest of Ziyuan, who was already at the end of the crossbow, and then rushed to Pang Yuan's side non-stop.

Ziyuan covered the bleeding wound and lay on the ground weakly, the shouts in her ears were getting farther and farther away, and the vitality was constantly dissipating, but her eyes were clear, there was no sadness, chagrin, or reluctance, she had already realized before deciding to be a killer, death was only a matter of time, and it was worth it to die on the glorious battlefield as an assassin, right?

Pang Yuan looked at the guard in front of him who was hacked to death by a sword in front of him, or an assassin, but Pang Yuan preferred to call him a guard, Pang Yuan's memory of this little soldier is the deepest, because he was the one who sent him into Xu Yi's big tent, he was the one who came to the staff camp to call him to eat, and the guards secretly let Mo Yi in at night was also the first one he proposed, and he was the first to celebrate when he got married in the army, but Pang Yuan didn't expect that it was he who stabbed him at this important moment.

Who would have thought that such a person would be a pawn hidden by Ximing in the Dongling Army?

"Mr. Pang? Mr. Pang? Come on, take Mr. Pang to the military doctor's office! ”

The continuous shouting in his ears made Pang Yuan slowly regain his senses, he subconsciously looked at the battlefield in the distance, the moment he was assassinated, Xi Ming immediately strengthened the offensive, and Dong Ling was panicked under the news that his boss was about to leave, and he was beheaded directly before he had time to react when he encountered Xi Ming's sudden attack of changing formations.

Forcefully retreating from the guards who wanted to support him down, Pang Yuan sighed secretly, the moment he saw the change in the situation on the battlefield, he understood the other party's thoughts, if this battle was lost, then the Ximing army would be able to rush into the hinterland of Dongling without any scruples, and now he can't retreat, and he can't retreat.

"General Yue, can you help me to the front?"

The young man chuckled lightly, the pain behind his back made his body tremble, it was obviously an ordinary eyebrow, but it gave birth to an indescribable momentum. Yue Ling looked at it, half speechless, and finally answered in a deep voice.

"Okay."

"Don't move this dagger yet, pulling it out without permission will distract me."

Seeing that Yue Ling wanted to briefly deal with the dagger behind his back, Pang Yuan whispered, and then turned his head to stare at the battlefield in front of him. After looking at it for a while, Pang Yuan made the first instruction.

"Mr. Pang is okay?!"

"Great!"

"Soldiers, charge with me!!"

The Dongling army, which had been re-commanded, seemed to have regained its vitality and began to struggle to resist Ximing's offensive, and also achieved great results under the precise command of Pang Yuan.

The recovery of the morale of the whole army made Pang Yuan feel a little relieved, and he began to constantly command the army to change the battle formation, and at this moment, the dagger behind him was constantly dripping with blood, and this dagger continued to draw out the little vitality that Pang Yuan had left.

Yue Ling was anxious behind Pang Yuan, and he wanted to call the military doctor several times but Pang Yuan stopped him.

"It takes time to deal with the injury, and I can't imagine how much Dongling's morale will drop during this time, and how much advantage Ximing will have in the hands of that person, so let me stand like this until the end."

After the next command, Pang Yuan's body shook and he was about to fall. Yue Ling hurriedly stepped forward and secretly resisted Pang Yuan's back, Pang Yuan turned his head and smiled, and continued to focus on the front command.

How much blood can flow in a person, Yue Ling didn't know before, but he may know now, looking at the blood oozing from Pang Yuan's back dripping little by little, and holding his hand against Pang Yuan's back, he could clearly feel that Pang Yuan's body was getting colder and colder.

"Kill, up."

Seeing that the time had come, with a soft groan, Pang Yuan's gesture changed, and the front military formation under command also changed, and the cold killing aura suddenly filled the entire battlefield, and the Ximing army stagnated, and the Dongling army rushed to the front in the blink of an eye.

After completing this momentum, Pang Yuan's gaze was dilated again, his body gradually stiffened, his gaze was not on the battlefield but turned to the blue sky, the corners of his mouth gradually outlined a gentle arc, and then he smiled bitterly.

"I'm sorry ......"

"Why?"

Jing Lian in the Ximing army asked suspiciously, Jing Lian didn't understand Pang Yuan's approach, in the end, when everyone looked at the battlefield, he was the only one in the entire Ximing who noticed Pang Yuan's death, but now it doesn't matter, the footsteps forward are still blocked.