Pingling Prefecture is the most indispensable is the plain, the border line between Pingling Prefecture and Dongwang Demon Prefecture is even more so, the yellow sand is rolling on the Gobi, and it is not surprising that fist-sized stones are smashed on the face, if it is earlier, catch up with the yellow sand covering the sky in autumn, almost can roll people up to the sky.

After countless small-scale battles, the two sides left a total of 20,000 or 30,000 people, and finally held the final decisive battle in Anyangpi, although 20,000 or 30,000 people are many, but compared with the million army, it really doesn't make people so painful, after all, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the main general's mistake is the death of thousands of people. It's not that everyone is a human Li Mu, and he can't be as natural as driving soldiers like driving arms.

The bad news of the destruction of Xiongguan City had actually reached the military tent of the demon clan three days ago, but before the herald could finish speaking, he was torn off his neck on the spot by Cang Huo, the commander of the demon clan of the Southern Xinjiang Coalition Army, so that the news that was enough to shock the 500,000 demon clan coalition army was sealed in the military tent.

The military spirit is the most wonderful thing, sometimes a person's idea arises, it will quickly spread to the whole army, as for the tragic end of self-collapse without a fight, and the main general is extremely difficult to recover.

The demon clan boss Cang Huo is not the kind of clown character who holds a goose feather fan in Zhu Temple of Zhu Wubao all day long, Cang Huo once apprenticed to the Xue Palace, and even studied in Qi Yuan City, the capital of the demon clan, for a period of time, otherwise the dozens of lords in the south of the East King would not have entrusted the alliance's 500,000 troops to Cang Huo.

Originally, this should have been an effortless crushing game, but I don't know what kind of wind was pumping on the side of the Shifang Pavilion in Pingling Prefecture, hundreds of thousands of years have not paid attention to the northern border, and there are actually dozens of sects forming an alliance to take the initiative to help the northern border resist the enemy, and there are even many families who have come from afar to get involved in the matter of Pingling Prefecture, grinding the original one-sided battle into a stalemate battle, so that Cang Huo has to have a decisive battle with the Pingling Prefecture Terran Alliance on this Anyang slope.

The two armies are facing each other against a piece of black pressure, clustered at the north and south ends of the Anyang slope, the war is inevitable, but when to fight and how to fight who is willing to do this bird, after all, the first to launch the charge must face the enemy's dense arrow attack, so both sides have a spiritual charge, is the most fair battle, anyone can shoot arrows, as for the strength and distance, then each depends on their own underlying ability.

As everyone knows, just above this Anyang slope, there is a square table suspended.

Looking down from the table, as long as you have enough eyesight, you can have an unobstructed view of the battle situation.

There is a person sitting at the north and south ends of the table, the south is the old man who has faded from the market clothes and changed into a blue and gray shirt, Zhao Yingzhuo, one of the only five remaining masters of the art of war, and the north is still wearing a Cheng Liang silver armor, the heroic and sassy Ji Zhuo, the daughter of the Ji family, but Ji Zhuo does not wear a helmet or cover his face in the face of Mr.

In fact, with Zhao Yingzhuo's worth, he would not have used it in Pinglingzhou, and Zhao Yingzhuo needed to watch the battle in person. Zhao Yingzhuo's ability to come is not because his two good students are related to this, Zhao Yingzhuo can't come if he doesn't come.

"Have you seen your senior brother?" Anyway, the fight hasn't started yet, and Zhao Yingzhuo rarely chats with his students in a leisurely manner.

Ji Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with a strange face: "Senior Brother Sword Cat has always acted strangely, I haven't seen him, maybe he has already seen me." ”

Zhao Yingzhuo nodded, Ji Zhuo's answer was very reasonable, but the old man was a little sad, but it was inconvenient to say these directly, so he could only secretly order this student who was a tendon except for the military tactics: "If I hadn't forced him to go back quickly, most of you would have had a headache for ten days and half a month." ”

Ji Zhuo replied innocently: "Don't have a headache, Senior Brother Sword Cat is very interesting, and you can still relieve each other's boredom together, how good." ”

Zhao Yingzhuo instantly supported his forehead: "I have a headache." ”

Zhao Yingzhuo naturally did not doubt what Ji Zhuo said politely, although there is an ancient book saying: The soldier is treacherous. But Zhao Yingzhuo's only criterion for accepting apprentices is the righteous one. In the eyes of this master of the art of war, he is a real soldier who is fighting on his own. If it is a sophistication to march and treacherous, then the world is full of corpses and unprovoked wars, so Zhao Yingzhuo only accepted two disciples, and Zhao Yingzhuo's only requirement for them in addition to teaching and lecturing is to be self-righteous.

Finally, after the demon clan commander Cang Huo personally pulled his bow and shot a huge arrow whistle behind the sky, both the Pingling clan and the demon clan were commanding the army and began to charge at the same time.

The two armies that were still facing each other tried their best to rush towards Anyang Slope, compared to the slight chaos of the human race, the demon soldiers who should have been unruly looked neat and tidy at this moment under Cang Huo's iron and bloody wrists, and they were quite heroic.

For the southern Xinjiang of the Dongwang Demon Clan, which is located in a cheap place, the coach Canghuo is undoubtedly gilded from the two most prominent places in Daozhou today. The former alone can suppress many people in the southern Xinjiang of the Eastern King Demon Prefecture, such as the Zhu Temple and the like who deceived the world and stole their reputation. The demon clan does not practice the law and teaches the law, although it is now important to read to save the world, the country's strategist said, but the demon clan still looks down on scholars in their bones, but in addition to the demon clan capital Qiyuan City, this has to let those demon barbarians who still maintain a view attitude take a good look at this handsome young man.

The hundred clans worship martial arts, the demon clan is the first, and the demon clan is second.

You can't walk anywhere else without that spirit stone money, but if you don't have money in the demon clan and the demon clan, it's okay, as long as you have fists, there is no shortage of money, power, and women.

After seeing the charges on both sides, Zhao Yingzhuo opened his mouth and asked, "Yue'er, who do you think will win in the end in this battle for the belonging of the northern border of Pingling Prefecture?" ”

Ji Zhuo replied without thinking: "First the demon race, then the Pingling human race." After the end of this war, Pingling Prefecture is Pingling Prefecture, and Dongwang Demon Prefecture is Dongwang Demon Clan. The land of the human race, the Eastern Demon King, can't take an inch. ”

"The Pingling Terran will lose, what's the explanation."

"There are many factions and factions in the Pingling Northern Alliance, and it is difficult to reach unification, so that it will be difficult to get out of the big tent." Ji Zhuo Zhuo said eloquently: "Although the Pingling Northern Realm is higher than the demon clan army in terms of weapons and equipment, or the overall level, and even the supply of grain and grass, the Pingling Northern Realm Alliance is mostly a plate of loose sand. Everyone thinks about how to preserve their forces and get the most out of their battles in order to curry favor with the incoming King Pingling. Therefore, everyone guards against each other, and there is comparable to this real senior brother Canghuo Cang. ”

Cang Huo once studied in the Jixia School Palace, so it is not an exaggeration for Ji Zhuo, who also belongs to the Jixia School Palace, to call Cang Huo a senior brother.

After Zhao Yingzhuo heard this explanation, he waved his hand helplessly: "Listen to what you say, I don't want to watch it boring." Having said that, the satisfied look in Zhao Yingzhuo's eyes was difficult to hide.

The sword cat, which is also a disciple of Zhao Yingzhuo, is talented, whether it is the art of war or the vertical and horizontal formation, he can draw inferences from one point, otherwise Zhao Yingzhuo would not let him learn the sword and watch the sword, and added a sword word in front of his name.

Compared with the sword cat, Ji Zhuo is a little stupid, but at the age of three, he can know millions of words, he can wave his hand into a poem at the age of six, he can read a hundred schools of thought at the age of twelve, and Ji Zhuo under the disciple of Zhao Yingzhuo of the school palace at the age of thirteen is still a Tianjiao who can reach the top of the civil and military affairs that others can't reach.

Zhao, who has always been steady, even complained to the old master Dong of the great sacrifice wine of Jixia School Palace: If you have a sword cat, you will break my thousand-year-old life, and I will be happy for ten thousand years.

Sure enough, as Ji Zhuo said, the speed of the 450,000 army of the human race, which was originally like a flood, gradually decreased, and everyone was afraid of the battle and did not fight for the vanguard, while the demon clan on the opposite side was still neat and consistent, and there was no absurd situation in the past where everyone was fighting to be the first bird.

The 500,000 army of the demon clan is not a regular pikeman, but a sword and shield soldier, and the bronze shield they hold is also very large, which is enough to cover most of the demon soldiers.

Behind the sword and shield soldiers were all sword soldiers, and the spearmen who were supposed to be the main combat force were nowhere to be found.

This kind of abnormality has naturally become a laughing stock in the big tent of the Pingling Northern Realm Alliance, so it does not adhere to the common sense of the battlefield and the common sense that the spearman comes first, but instead uses a defensive formation that only uses knives when defending, if the demon clan is barbaric and has no great talent.

After the 500,000 army of the demon clan, Cang Huo, the commander of the 500,000 army of the Demon Clan's Southern Xinjiang Alliance, who was wearing black armor and showing fortitude on the giant beast chariot under the protection of layers of heavy troops, sat proudly on a white bone chair, put his hands on his abdomen, and watched the battle quietly.

After a long time, Cang Huo suddenly raised his hand and said the word 'stop' with an expressionless face. The 100 drummers in charge of beating the drums responded to the drums, and the drums sounded in unison and were deafening.

Dozens of miles away, the demon soldiers who were rushing to the front line suddenly slowed down, and finally stopped walking and shielding.

Originally, the Terran cavalry, who was still a little afraid of the sudden sound of the drums, began to rush forward with a wild shout, and the heavy cavalry that should have been placed at the end as the finale and the light cavalry that should have been a surprise soldier all rushed up wildly, in their opinion, it was nothing more than the demon clan's cowardice, how could this be a great battle feat in front of them?

"Shoot."

Another simple word came out of Canghuo's mouth, and the drummer instantly changed the rhythm of the drum.

The still demon army suddenly became restless, and the sword and shield soldiers side-shielded, making way of one 'road' after another, and out of it were the crossbowmen who came out one by one.

In an instant, the arrows poured like a downpour, and a basin was poured on the heads of the Pingling Terrans who were red for the sake of their battle exploits.

"Intercept."

Another word, isn't it just that the earth shook, and the iron horses of the demon clan poured out on both sides of the Anyang Slope, rushing into the middle army of the Pingling Terrans, which had already collapsed, and frantically chiseled the formation and tried to tear the 450,000 army of the Terrans in half.

From beginning to end, Cang Huo, the commander of the Eastern King Demon Prefecture, only said three words, and these three words wiped out the more than 200,000 troops of the Pingling Human Race.

Zhao Yingzhuo naturally wouldn't be interested in this kind of war like adults bullying children, but he still looked at the mountains of corpses below, and sighed: "Zhang Yi has a long way to go if he wants to completely reform Pingling Prefecture." ”

Ji Zhuo has not yet said the strategy of Pingling Prefecture's victory, that is, the human race Wu'anjun Li Mu came in person, and the demon clan collapsed without a fight.