、、、、、、、

"Will ...... The general ...... "Seeing the half-volley of arrows poking out of his chest, Shen Yuan's face showed an expression of disbelief and horror, and he stretched out his hand, instinctively wanting to grab Yuan Cheng, but unfortunately he hadn't touched Yuan Cheng yet, and his body had already fallen down softly.

Seeing this, Yuan Cheng's face also changed in fright, when and where did the other party shoot this arrow, he didn't notice it, if the target of this arrow was him, it was estimated that it would be the same as Shen Yuan, until the arrow penetrated his body.

After all, Shen Yuan was a wise man who had followed him for many years, and seeing him die tragically under the enemy's arrows, Yuan Cheng was shocked and at the same time filled with grief and indignation, turned around to look around, and at the same time shouted and asked: "Whoever is secretly releasing cold arrows, those who have the ability will come out and fight with Ben Shuai!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man came out from behind a tent not far away.

This person was black from head to toe, and his body was covered by pitch-black spiritual armor, and in his hand, he also held a purple-gold longbow, and strangely, there was no bowstring on the purple-gold bow, like a twisted iron bar.

Seeing the enemy appear, Yuan Cheng's hairs stood on end, and he didn't need to use the Insight Technique, but he felt the momentum and spiritual pressure exuded by the other party, and he had already judged that he had encountered a strong enemy.

He raised the spirit sword, pointed at the comer, and asked loudly, "The name of the comer!"

"Wind Country, Jiang Fan!" the black spirit armor Feng Jiang said his name in a cold tone without any fluctuations.

He said it lightly, but in Yuan Cheng's ears, it was like five thunder empowerments, and he was stunned. Who is it bad to touch, how did you meet Jiang Fan, one of the four fierce generals of the Wind Country?

There was no need to fight, just hearing Jiang Fan's name, Yuan Cheng's heart was cold.

He has confidence in his spiritual martial arts, but it also depends on who he compares to, it is definitely more than enough to deal with ordinary wind soldiers, but for Shang Jiang Fan, he is not even sure of a victory.

Yuan Cheng's eyes rolled, and suddenly, he yelled at the only three remaining guards around him: "You guys, kill Jiang Fan for me!"

When the three guards heard this, they almost vomited blood together. The enemy in front of them was not an ordinary wind army, it was Jiang Fan, could they kill it? However, Yuan Cheng ordered, and the three of them did not dare to disobey, so they could only bite the bullet and approach Jiang Fan little by little.

Seeing that the three guards slowly rubbed in front of Jiang Fan, Yuan Cheng in the back didn't even say hello, turned around and ran. There was no need to look back, just listening to the footsteps from behind, the faces of the three Mo army guards turned earthy gray, and the hands that picked up the swords trembled.

"If I were you, throw away your weapons and surrender obediently!" Jiang Fan didn't even look at Yuan Cheng, who fled in a hurry, and his cold gaze swept over the bodies of the three guards in front of him.

The three guards glanced at each other, paused for a moment, shouted in unison, raised the saber in their hands high, and slashed at Jiang Fan's head.

The three cold rays of light were drowned out by a sudden golden light, and the three guards seemed to have been subjected to an electric shock, their bodies froze, motionless, and after half a second, the stiff bodies of the three of them fell to the ground together, and then looking at them, their throats were slashed, and bright red blood mist sprayed out like a spring, splashing far away.

Let's talk about Yuan Cheng, he didn't expect his three guards to really hurt Jiang Fan, as long as they could disrupt his vision and create a gap for himself to escape, it would be enough. But he had run less than ten paces away when a shrill chirping sound was heard in his ear chakra.

The sound was like a saw blade cutting through glass, and after listening to it, people felt as if an invisible hand was kneading their hearts, and there was an indescribable feeling of discomfort and depression. Yuan Cheng didn't even figure out what was going on, there was a sudden heart-piercing pain in his calf, and then, his entire leg lost sensation, and his figure running forward involuntarily rolled forward, like a leather ball, until it grunted more than five meters away before stopping.

Before he could check what was wrong with his calves, there were suddenly two more feet on the ground in front of him, two feet covered with black spirit armor. He lay on the ground and slowly raised his head, and it was not Jiang Fan or who was standing close to him at this time?

"Huh?" Yuan Cheng screamed in fright, and subconsciously grabbed the spirit sword and stabbed it towards Jiang Fan's lower abdomen.

He was fast, Jiang Fan's arrow was faster, and the purple gold arrow hung with a strong wind, accurately nailed to his sword-holding arm, and the force was so great that his arm was instantly penetrated, and even with it, the arrow that poked out was deeply embedded in the ground, which was equivalent to nailing Yuan Cheng to the ground.

"Oops-" Yuan Cheng let out a heart-rending scream, and his body on the ground shrunk into a ball, trembling in pain.

Now Yuan Cheng's calf and arm were each hit by an arrow, and they both pierced through the muscles and bones, and the severe pain that swept over made his eyes black and dizzy.

Looking at Yuan Cheng, who couldn't get up anymore, Jiang Fan put the purple gold bow in his hand behind him, his tone was still undulating, and asked indifferently: "You call yourself 'Ben Shuai', you must be Yuan Cheng, right?"

Yuan Cheng gasped, raised his head with difficulty, met Jiang Fan's cold gaze, and asked through gritted teeth: "What if you are this handsome?" Jiang Fan, if you want to kill, give this handsome a good ......."

"It's you who is looking for!" Since Yuan Cheng was now only wearing a middle coat and was barefoot, Jiang Fan couldn't judge his identity. At this time, Yuan Cheng admitted it himself, Jiang Fan also saved the trouble, he stepped forward, raised his arm, and punched Yuan Cheng in the cheek.

This punch was solid, shattering the spirit armor on Yuan Cheng's face, and the latter snorted, his eyes were dilated, and he immediately fell into a semi-comatose state.

Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, Jiang Fan pulled his purple gold arrow from Yuan Cheng and withdrew it into the quiver, and then, he lifted Yuan Cheng with one hand and strode towards the direction where Tang Yin was.

Yuan Cheng's capture was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Under the front and rear attacks of the wind army, the Mo army was already in chaos and had no rules, and now the commander has become a prisoner of the wind army, and the Mo army has been defeated faster.

When the nearest two Mo armies rushed over to reinforce them, Yuan Cheng's army of more than 200,000 troops had been scattered under the front and rear attacks of more than 700,000 wind troops, and the soldiers of the whole army were killed, wounded, and fled.

When the commander of the second army heard that Yuan Cheng was captured, he was even more shocked, not only gave up the rescue, but instead led his own troops, did not return to their own camp, and retreated directly to the south of Changdu.

Now they want to run, but the Feng army is not relenting, and Tang Yin directly ordered the whole army to pursue, and it is necessary to defeat the main force of the Mo army.

The three-way Mo army, the Central Army supported by Zhenjiang, the Central Army supported by Tianyang, and the Central Army supported by Surabaya, totaling more than 600,000 people, were chased out for 50 miles by the more than 700,000 Feng Army.

In fact, the strength of the two sides was almost the same, the Mo army mainly lost in morale, and Yuan Cheng lost too quickly, which caught the other three armies off guard, and at the same time lost the fighting spirit to fight.

Seeing that the wind army was following closely behind, they did not give up, as if they would not give up until they caught up with their own side.

The commanders of the Mozambican Three-Way Army, Wu Fu, Gao Zong, and He Cong, all discussed and felt that it was not a way to escape like this, and instead of being chased to death by the Feng Army, it was better to fight to the death and fight to the death with the Feng Army, maybe they could win this battle!

The analysis of the three of them is not without reason. The main force of the wind army is coming from a long journey, the whole army must be exhausted, the hundred battle army has been trapped for more than ten days, and it stands to reason that it should also starve to the end of the crossbow, think about it carefully, such a wind army is actually nothing to fear.

After Wu Fu, Gao Zong, and He Cong discussed, they gathered their respective subordinates, lined up in the plain area fifty miles south of Changdu City, and made a decisive battle with the Feng army.

Naturally, the Wind Army would not be afraid of them, and the whole army should fight. This time, it was no longer the Hundred Battles Army that took the lead, but the Ninth Army, with the cavalry corps in front and the infantry corps behind, and the whole army set up a central breakthrough in front of the arrow.

They have cavalry on their side, and there are even more cavalry on the side of the Mo army, and the three Mo armies all have horse teams, and there are more than 100,000 people together.

From a distance, seeing that the Mo army on the opposite side sent cavalry to fight, Qi Heng, the commander of the Ninth Army, sneered in his heart, glanced back, and wondered why the king hadn't given the order to attack yet.

At this time, Tang Yin was observing the formation of the Mo army, and saw that the Mo army was the same as his own, lining up the cavalry in front of the formation, he secretly frowned, his own cavalry was not easy to come by, in case it was restrained by the light cavalry of the Mo country, the loss would be too heavy.

Tang Yin knows that using cavalry to fight infantry has an absolute advantage, but cavalry fights cavalry, it is difficult to say who loses and who wins, not to mention the courage of the cavalry of Mozambique, the world, whether the Ninth Legion is the opponent of others, and now it is really two words!

Out of concern for the Mozambican cavalry, Tang Yin did not give the order to attack for a long time. He had to think about it clearly, but Qi Heng couldn't wait, just as Tang Yin was secretly pondering, Qi Heng's deputy general Shi Lexuan urged the horse to come, and when Tang Yin approached, he intervened and saluted, saying: "The last general will see the king! The king, General Qi sent the last general to ask, when will our army be able to fight?"

Tang Yin is the commander of the first army, and if he doesn't give orders, Qi Heng doesn't dare to act easily.

Seeing that it was Shi Lexuan, Tang Yin raised his eyebrows. Shi Lexuan is not a wind man, but a Mo person, like Qi Heng, he was born as a bandit, and he has always been Qi Heng's right and left hand. As the saying goes, one person gains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven, Qi Heng became the commander of the Ninth Army, and his bandit brothers have been reused by him, and Shi Lexuan is one of them.

Tang Yin's impression of this person was not very good, but in order to win over Qi Heng, he turned a blind eye to his heavy confidants and did not ask too much.

He asked Shi Lexuan: "See, the Mozambican army has also sent cavalry to take the lead, is your Ninth Army sure of defeating the cavalry of the Mozambican country?"