Wang Yangming's eyes shot a cold light, threw the telescope in his hand to the guard, and walked to the black horse: "Victory or defeat is in this move, and someone will personally send you Xitian Bliss!" ”

The Qinglong Battalion followed Wang Yangming like a raging wind and rushed towards the remnants of King Ning's army, centered on Zhang Changzong, which was gradually gathered! Rumble! Rumble! The Blue Dragon Army, which was riding a horse, pulled the trigger of five consecutive rounds and pounced on the opponent in a fan-shaped shape! Countless stragglers swarmed up to try to stop them, but they were all torn to pieces by the Blue Dragon Battalion! Zhang Changzong's blood surged, desperately waving the handsome flag, and yelling: "Ning Wangjun!" Charge! ”

The scattered soldiers of the personal guard battalion struggled to stand up, their bloody arms raised high, and their mutilated long knives pointed to the sky: "Ning Wangjun!" Charge! ”

Zhang Changzong laughed, no longer caring about the elegance that he had sworn to defend, and limped to the enemy: "Brothers! Die with Lao Tzu! Eighteen years later, it's another man! ”

The bloodthirsty light in Wang Yangming's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he looked back and shouted: "Qinglong Camp!" Annihilate the enemy! Behind him, the soldiers of the Qinglong Battalion shouted one after another: "Destroy the enemy!" "Annihilate the enemy!" The White Tiger Battalion and the Greedy Wolf Battalion put aside the enemy troops who had lost their combat effectiveness, and went diagonally to the place where the commander of King Ning's army was located. The battle is about to become a foregone conclusion at this moment, and everyone on the battlefield understands that this collision will decide the fate of more than 100,000 people. The small troops in King Ning's army, which could still maintain their formation, desperately rushed to the center of the battle, wanting to add an extra weight to the balance of the war.

How much is a moment? Sixty snaps of your fingers! Wang Yangming put the soul chasing knife across the saddle, and with the help of the galloping power of the horse, he swept past one after another Ning Wangjun soldiers who tried to stop him. There was no chopping and parrying, just with his extraordinary riding skills, Wang Yangming created a bloody road!

It's close, Zhang Changzong, who is waving the handsome flag, is just a stone's throw away! Wang Yangming's wrist flipped, and the narrow soul-chasing knife that flashed with a ghostly light seemed to come to life, jumped up from the saddle, and swept towards Zhang Changzong with a cold light.

Burst! A figure was broken into two, and Zhang Changzong was still shouting wildly. Wang Yangming went down with a knife, only cutting off the guards who came up to protect Zhang Changzong. He pressed the saddle with his left hand, his body took off, and he kicked the spear that flew into the air, and the soul chasing knife slashed down!

Boom! The sound of five consecutive shots was one, and the Chinese army's personal guard battalion also fell! The Qinglong battalion followed Wang Yangming and Ning Wangjun's personal guard battalion and collided together!

Click! Click! The firing pin of the five consecutive rounds hit the empty place, Wan Songlin threw away the five consecutive rounds, pulled out the moon slashing knife at his waist and shouted: "Draw the knife!" ”

The soldiers of the Qinglong Battalion who ran out of bullets threw away five consecutive rounds of swords and rushed straight to the enemy! The soul chasing knife in Wang Yangming's hand flickered, his footsteps did not stop, and in front of him was Zhang Changzong, who was still fearless!

"Dashuai!" "Dashuai!" The sergeants of the pro-guard battalion rushed towards Zhang Changzong one after another, trying to defend their commander.

Zhang Changzong didn't care about it, he still shouted with all his strength: "Ning Wangjun!" Charge! ”

The sword light swept by, and the blood splattered in the throat! Wang Yangming rolled and swept past Zhang Changzong! Zhang Changzong didn't cover his throat sprayed with blood, as if he had obtained the result that he had predicted, and his eyebrows were full of relief. He opened his mouth, and the blood foam gushing out blocked the words, and that charge became Zhang Changzong's last sound!

The sergeants of the guard battalion were stunned in an instant, looking at Zhang Changzong, who was still standing, they raised their swords and guns in their hands and shouted: "Ning Wangjun! Charge! ”

Wang Yangming was lucky with his dantian, and let out a long roar: "Zhang Changzong is dead!" Hurry up! ”

Click! King Ning's marshal flag was folded in two, and the banner was planted!

At this moment, the fallen banner took away the last courage of Ning Wangjun! The small troops, which were still in formation, stopped running, stood still for a moment, let out a shout, and fled in all directions! They are still like this, not to mention most of the soldiers of the Ning Wang Army who have long become lost dogs, the White Tiger Battalion and the Greedy Wolf Battalion no longer have combat missions, but only drive away the headless flies and capture the prisoners!

Only the pro-guard battalion still shouted and waved their knives, and kept falling under the hands of the soldiers of the wolf cooking army who were like rainbows! Wang Yangming sighed: "It's down!" You're all good guys! ”

The sergeant of the guard battalion did not answer, and still desperately dragged his blood-covered body, sticking to the soldiers of the Qinglong battalion like dog skin plaster. It's just that such a tragic fight was just in vain, destroyed by artillery fire for several rounds, and bombarded by five consecutive rounds, these men who were extremely tough in the past have long been on the verge of collapse. A quarter of an hour later, only three or five of the soldiers of the Guards Battalion, covered in blood, were still standing, and the rest were lying on the cold ground, turning into cold numbers in the war.

Wang Yangming shook his head: "Wait! Ten thousand pine forests, leading people to clean up the battlefield. Don't worry about these people! Then he turned his head and said, "You are all loyal and brave men, Wang admires!" It's just that the Han people themselves are fighting among themselves, what's the point of being brave and loyal? Come down, follow His Highness to gallop the world, and create a big sky for our Han and Miao descendants! ”

A sergeant who couldn't see his face clearly gritted his teeth and smiled: "Lao Tzu has never read!" I don't understand any big truth! Only those who know that the soldier is a confidant die! Brothers, the handsome man in front is still waiting for us, let's get on the road! ”

"Good! Ha ha! Dashuai, Lao Tzu is here! A sergeant slowly turned the blade of his sword, crossed it around his neck, and strangled it hard! It's a pity that I really didn't have the strength and sat down on the ground.

"Stupid! Lao Tzu, look, Lao Tzu! Another sergeant roared and rushed to the Blue Dragon Camp to monitor their warrior's sword, his body was pierced by several knives, and he hung on the knife in a fit of rage, with a proud smile on his face.

At this point, the last resistance of Ning Wangjun disappeared, and this battle finally came to an end! 100,000 Ning Wang army, 20,000 avant-garde battalions under the leadership of Huang Yuekui, the luckiest and fled back to Nanchang City; Although the 20,000 rear army had an amazing performance, it fell short under Zhu Feng's sniping, and had to surrender under the leadership of Chu Haikuo; Zhang Changzong of the Chinese army was the worst, only three or five people in the 5,000 personal guard battalion were captured due to exhaustion, the rest were all killed on the battlefield, and the rest of the Chinese army was scattered by artillery fire, most of them were captured, and two percent of the battle was damaged.

Wang Yangming took a rough rest, then gathered people and went straight to Nanchang City! Soldiers, you are fast! His Royal Highness's idea was very correct, knocking out all the weights in King Ning's hands, making him exhausted, and becoming a sharp blade in His Highness's hands to cut at the gentry in Jiangnan. If you want to achieve this goal, you must break through Nanchang and drive King Ning to flee before the 20,000 troops of Yingtian Garrison Mansion arrive.

Huang Yuekui walked on the way back to Nanchang City, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He knows the fate of slaughtering the wolf, in terms of distant relatives, in terms of ability and loyalty, he is far inferior. But it's a top talent like Slayer Wolf, didn't King Ning give up if he gave up? And what about yourself? To put it nicely, it's to turn in, and to put it badly, it's to escape from the battlefield! After returning to Nanchang City, maybe King Ning will not do anything to himself if he sees these 20,000 people. But I definitely made a note for myself! Besides, if the 100,000 army is destroyed in one fell swoop, what will King Ning use to compete for the world? Then I still have good fruits to eat with King Ning?