When it comes to force, the dragon is actually not bad.

Among the generals, there are relatively good existences. Compared to the military generals of Meng Yuan, the average commander is not his opponent.

But this kind of skill is not enough to see against the ten thousand households of Shangmeng Yuan and the ten thousand enemies of Jin Xuanyun.

"Kill !!"

Jin Xuanyun saw Long Ji's face, his arms trembled unconsciously, and suddenly showed a sneer, his eyes flashed with infinite murderous intent, and he roared, and the horse lance in his hand did not stop, swept to the right, and swept towards Long Ji's waist and abdomen.

"Woo woo woo !!" Tremendous power, with absolute speed. The horse let out a loud whistling sound, and the momentum sank.

If it is swept away, I am afraid that it will be scrapped on the spot.

Long Ji's face changed drastically, and he didn't care about his face, and shouted to the soldiers around him, "Help me quickly." Stab his warhorse. ”

The face between their own generals and the opposing generals is just one round. He screamed for help. If it is placed in the ordinary army, I am afraid that the morale will be immediately damaged, and then the army will be defeated.

But in the Han soldiers, it does not exist.

The Han army is united, and the dragon is good at raising soldiers on weekdays. In addition to maintaining the normal expenses of the family, all their own money and rewards were given to their own soldiers and soldiers.

The popularity is extremely high.

The soldiers were willing to serve him to the point of death.

If you want to get close to Jin Xuanyun, you must deal with the pro-soldiers who fell into Jin Xuanyun.

"Kill !!!" Seeing that the dragon was in danger, the pro-soldiers beside him, everyone was desperate, roaring and killing, rushing to kill Jin Xuanyun's pro-soldiers.

Jin Xuanyun's personal soldiers, of course, are not ordinary people. Rose up and shouted, "Stop them." Create opportunities for generals. It's just a little bit there. ”

"The head of the general Long Ji will be in our pocket."

"Kill !!!"

Jin Xuanyun's pro-soldiers are not general, but at critical moments, they are more resilient than the pro-soldiers.

"Kill !!!!!" They had red eyes and were desperate to impact Jin Xuanyun's own soldiers. In just a dozen seconds, he bought time for the dragon to escape.

"Kill !!!"

More than a dozen seconds. Jin Xuanyun made five moves to the dragon. Long and the first move was already reluctant, after five moves, the whole arm seemed not to be his own, he didn't feel it at all, he didn't lose the horse lance on the spot, and his willpower was strong enough.

"Big husband. Before you die, don't lose your weapon. The dragon's brain was buzzing, and his strong willpower was supporting his body.

Just as Jin Xuanyun was about to swing the sixth lance, a dragon soldier's personal soldier finally broke through the defense line of Jin Xuanyun's personal soldier and stabbed Jin Xuanyun with a spear.

Siege Wei to save Zhao.

Jin Xuanyun's eyebrows twitched, revealing an angry face, and he glared at the surrounding soldiers with hatred. This kind of garbage, this little thing can't be done.

If Wu Nian is here, Jin Xuanyun is willing to die together.

If Feng Chong was here, it would be barely enough.

But the dragon is not to forget it.

Jin Xuanyun took a deep breath helplessly, took back the horse lance that swept towards Long Ji, and stabbed Long Ji's personal soldier to death with a single lance.

The dragon-like soldier with a disc-like face showed a relieved expression and collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Zhang Yong." The dragon screamed with tears in his eyes. The pro-soldiers are all the people around the main general, and everyone can call out their names.

Long regretted it, and regretted coming to fight Jin Xuanyun. Damn Mengyuan Wanhu. But at this point, he was not overly upset.

Since the generals can't do it.

Then win with a great army.

Regroup, can't lose.

Long Ji gritted his teeth, and under the escort of his own soldiers, he escaped from the tiger's mouth in embarrassment, and the handsome army returned to a relatively backward place.

"Kill !!!"

Seeing that the dragon had escaped, Jin Xuanyun was furious, making a pole of eight horse lances, like the golden hoop stick of a monkey, hurt when rubbed, and die when hit.

Everywhere they passed, the Han soldiers turned on their backs.

It's like a dragon, crisscrossing the military array.

"him." But the soldiers of the Han army did not flinch, and under the organization of the officers, they rushed towards Jin Xuanyun one after another.

Tigers can easily invade their flocks.

But can a tiger beat a pack of wolves?

The Han army was like a wolf and a tiger, with a full army of 10,000 households.

How many people can Jin Xuanyun kill?

Jin Xuanyun killed dozens of people in a row, but it was also in danger, and then he felt a little weak, so he turned his horse's head and returned to the military formation under the cover of his own soldiers.

He took a breath, his face was slightly red, and he looked at the Han soldiers in front of him, his expression was full of solemnity.

It's tenacious.

If he had been a general in Liaodong back then, he would have led 500 people to defeat 10,000 people. But the Han army !!!

Jin Xuanyun looked up at the dragon under the word "dragon", and his eyes were full of regret. If you can kill the dragon and, you can take advantage of the situation to defeat the dragon and the Han soldiers.

What a great opportunity, missed in vain.

The dragon who escaped death was embarrassed. His wheezing was as violent and unpleasant as that of an old cow. Sweat rained down, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

His face was sometimes pale and sometimes red. A pair of hands that have lost consciousness and only rely on willpower to grasp the horse lance.

"General. How are you? A pro-soldier walked up and looked at Long Ji with great concern.

He and his own soldiers did not dislike it at all, and his general fled back in embarrassment.

"It's fine. It's just that the force is resting. You don't move, help me with the maul. The dragon said in an inaudible voice.

"Yes." The soldier nodded, walked up, bent down and stretched out his hands respectfully. The dragon seemed to be calm, but in fact his arms were shaking every second.

When the horse lance was taken away by his own soldiers, the dragon breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really a famous general, it's born. Mortals should not challenge the gods. The dragon lowered his hands weakly, looked ahead, and said secretly in his heart.

But soon, a look of pride appeared on his face. Although he lost, his own soldiers did not lose, and vaguely gained the upper hand.

Win.

We won this battle.

The battle between the Dragon and the Jin Xuanyun Department could not tell the winner in a short period of time. The battle quickly entered the white heat, and the soldiers on both sides followed one after another.

The battle is deadlocked.

The word "Wei" is under the banner.

The guard is wearing armor and holding a horse lance, and he is heroic. A pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the battle situation ahead, red lips slightly curled, revealing a satisfied look.

Resisted.

The general is well deserved.

Prior to this, the generals of the Han army rarely had a decisive battle with Mengyuan Wanhu head-on.

Now the dragon can vaguely gain the upper hand, but it is rare.

Wei Poyu rode his horse beside Wei Xiang, waving the horse lance in his hand restlessly, and his longing looked like a lion waiting to be hunted.

Can't wait.

Can't wait.

Wei Yu glanced at Wei Poyu and shook his head slightly. In the end, it's a little younger. But that's okay too. Recklessness and impatience are also the strengths of young people.

"Order Zhao Yanting and Zhao Mancheng to attack." Wei Xiang withdrew his gaze and turned to a herald beside him.

"Yes." The herald shouted yes, then beckoned to his companions, and rode away.

The dragon is a temptation.

Zhao Mancheng and Zhao Yanting are the pioneers of the left and right, ten thousand enemies, and two sharp knives.

Wei Xiang's small face was tense, and his eyes were full of coldness.