In front of the Northern Barbarian army, a bright yellow canopy appeared, which was dedicated to the Northern Barbarian King, so that the two sides of the battle quickly realized a problem, the Northern Barbarian King Heihan Mugu, actually came to the front line in person.

"The sons of the Northern Barbarians, yesterday's battle was the shame of our Northern Barbarians, our grassland men have always been brave and fearless, and now they have to retreat by the southerners, I can't afford to lose this face, today I want to personally go into battle to kill the enemy, it is the master who will charge with this king, and play the majesty of my grassland man." Although Heihan Mugu is the king of the Northern Barbarians, he is by no means a pampered person, and with the blessing of internal force, his voice is even louder and heroic.

"Forward, forward, never backward!" At this time, a group of soldiers behind Heihan Mugu shouted loudly, these are his personal guards, and they are the most elite team that Heihan Mugu picked out from the Northern Barbarian Army.

"Forward, forward, never backward!" Under the leadership of the guards, more than 100,000 Northern Barbarian soldiers shouted in unison, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth.

On the south bank of the Yingshui River, Liu Zhiyuan, a dragon marshal wearing a silver battle armor and a red cloak, was also making the final pre-war mobilization.

"Brothers, what should we do when jackals are about to enter our homes, rob our property, slaughter our brothers, and take our wives and daughters captive?" Liu Zhiyuan's voice is majestic and powerful, with a strong agitation.

"Swear to kill the enemy and defend your homeland!" The soldiers of the Wyvern Army also made a sound like a tsunami, and that sound was not inferior to that of the Northern Barbarians?

With the roar of the war drums, a new day of battle began, and the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army were surprised to find that at the front of the team of the Northern Barbarians was a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow robe, and the identity of this person was self-evident, that was the new king of the Northern Barbarians, Heihan Mugu, because the yellow robe was unique to the king.

Heihan Mugu actually dared to go to the battlefield in person, and rushed to be the first, which made a lot of thoughts flash in the hearts of all the Wyvern Army soldiers for a while, and soon formed two completely different views.

"As long as we find an opportunity to kill the Northern Barbarian King, we will win this battle completely, which is a great achievement!"

"Oh my God! The Northern Barbarian King actually went to the battlefield in person, and it seems that this battle is difficult to fight. ”

And on the north bank of the Yingshui River, the Northern Barbarian soldiers, who didn't like to be tempted, had only one thought in their hearts at this time, that is, the king was in front, what reason did we have not to move forward?

And Liu Zhiyuan, who was standing behind the Flying Dragon Army, didn't expect that the Northern Barbarian King Heihan Mugu would actually drive the expedition in person, and his heart began to become anxious, once the morale of the Northern Barbarians came up, it would be difficult to resist.

Just as Liu Zhiyuan was thinking, Heihan Mugu had already arrived in front of the position of the Flying Dragon Army soldiers, and the guards around him were very clever enough to block the arrows shot by the Flying Dragon Army soldiers for him, so that he could concentrate on killing the enemy.

Heihan Mugu is a five-rank martial artist, known for his infinite strength, he came to the defense line of the Flying Dragon Army, and this shot picked off the antlers that were blocking the cavalry in front of him, and killed a soldier of the Flying Dragon Army with one shot.

Many meritorious soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army desperately rushed towards Heihan Mugu, wanting to carry out the decapitation operation, but the guards around Heihan Mugu were all masters, and these soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army who rushed to the front had no chance to come to Heihan Mugu, and many of them lost their lives because they rushed too quickly.

The spear in Heihan Mugu's hand flew up and down, and he also took the opportunity to kill many Daning soldiers who were close to him, and the blood of the Northern Barbarian soldiers who saw this scene was boiling, and it also ignited the blood in their hearts, and they screamed and killed the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army.

After a night of precipitation, the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army are much calmer, and at the same time, the pride of defending against death has also decreased a lot, and this mentality puts them at a disadvantage as soon as the war starts.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers did not copy from the two sides as Liu Zhiyuan expected, they had a way of thinking, forcibly attacking from the middle lane, wanting to break through the Chinese army of the Flying Dragon Army in one fell swoop, so as to defeat the opponent.

Seeing that as soon as the two sides met, there were signs of rout in the middle of the heavily invested army, Liu Zhiyuan couldn't sit still, and he rushed forward with the army horse of the headquarters that was originally a reserve.

The team beside Liu Zhiyuan is the most elite force in the Flying Dragon Army, and after they entered the battle, with the courage of everyone, they quickly stabilized the battle situation, and the two sides entered a stalemate state of fighting for each other.

The two streams of red and brown are like two waves intertwined, and they hit each other You don't let me, I don't let you, come and go on the battlefield.

Neither soldier could have imagined that the battle had only begun and was already at its most intense. This time is also the most critical time, because neither side has a chance to withdraw from the battlefield, then there is only one result now, and that is that a winner must be decided.

At this time, once there is a rout on either side, it will be like a river bursting its banks, out of control, and the soldiers on both sides understand this, so there is only one thought in each other's hearts, that is, to kill the opponent and win the final victory.

"War is a killing machine, and the battlefield is a meat grinder." This battle on the banks of the Yingshui River has profoundly confirmed this fact.

Less than an hour after the two sides began the battle, tens of thousands of soldiers fell to the ground, and a thick layer was added to the corpses of the people that were covered on the river yesterday. There were Northern Barbarian soldiers wearing brown battle armor, and there were Daning soldiers wearing red battle robes.

At this time, the downstream of the Yingshui River, the flow of the river has increased a lot, and the part of the increase is the blood of the soldiers on both sides, the river has long been dyed bright red, and it is tumbling all the way downstream, it tells the Daning people downstream in this way that a cruel battle is being experienced here.

The Northern Barbarian King Heihan Mugu was very happy to kill, and the guards beside him stopped the masters of the Flying Dragon Army on the periphery, and the Daning soldiers who stayed by Heihan Mugu's side were not the opponents of this five-rank martial artist at all, and they were killed by him like chopping melons and vegetables.

When Heihan Mugu was about to kill, the spear he swung out was suddenly blocked by a big knife, which was full of power, making Heihan Mugu and his horse retreat several steps.

"It's you!" Heihan Mugu turned his head to look at the person who had forced him back, his eyes flashing with a burning gaze.

As the king of the Northern Barbarians, Heihan Mugu knew something about the generals of Daning Zhiming, and he immediately recognized that this general with a big sword was none other than Liu Zhiyuan, the dragon marshal who commanded the Daning Flying Dragon Army.

"It's a good time, this king has long wanted to meet you." Encountering a strong enemy, Heihan Mugu not only did not fear, but instead rose a strong fighting spirit.

Heihan Mugu raised the spear in his hand and swung an arc in the air, he hurriedly urged the war horse under him, shouted and killed Liu Zhiyuan. At the moment when the horses of the two sides met, the spear in Heihan Mugu's hand stabbed fiercely towards Liu Zhiyuan's chest.

The Northern Barbarians are brave and ruthless, and they don't want to be scheming, so their moves are also very direct, often based on strength, and the same is true of Heihan Mugu's gun, there is not much change, relying on brute force, I want to stab Liu Zhiyuan under the horse with one move.

saw Liu Zhiyuan swing his long knife, trying to resist his spear. Heihan Mugu was overjoyed in his heart, he planned to shoot out Liu Mingyuan's big knife with this shot, and then take advantage of his panic to harvest the other party's life with one shot.

"Cunning Southerners." At the moment when the knives and guns were about to collide together, the big knife in Liu Zhiyuan's hand suddenly changed direction, and he actually dodged the spear of Heihan Mugu, and swept towards him. Heihan Mugu, who was furious, only had time to bark, and hurriedly rode his horse to dodge.

At the moment of life and death, Heihan Mugu burst out with amazing potential, he quickly turned his body on horseback, trying to dodge Liu Mingyuan's big knife, but he was still swept by the other party's helmet, fortunately his helmet was very strong, blocking Liu Zhiyuan's blade.

Heihan Mugu was lucky not to be injured, but the helmet on his head was swept away by a knife, and it flew far in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

This time, Heihan Mugu was scared out of a cold sweat, and he finally understood now that the other party's kung fu was far higher than his own.

Liu Zhiyuan once gained power, but he had no intention of stopping, and was about to take the opportunity to take down the opponent's head, in this case, the leaderless Northern Barbarian Army could only scatter and flee.

Thinking of this, the big knife in Liu Zhiyuan's hand shook, and he was about to attack Heihan Mugu again, but suddenly, he felt a cool breeze sweeping in his ears, and hurriedly dodged, and a big axe stuck in his cheek and flashed.

Liu Zhiyuan turned his head and saw that it was a one-eyed northern barbarian man who attacked him with a big axe, judging from the power of the axe just now, this northern barbarian man's kung fu was not weaker than himself. And at this moment, Heihan Mugu had already withdrawn far away, and he had no chance to kill him again.

In desperation, Liu Zhiyuan had to turn around and fight with this one-eyed man of the Northern Barbarians, thinking that he would wait to kill this one-eyed man and then continue to chase and kill the King of the Northern Barbarians, Heihan Mugu.

One side wants to fight to kill the enemy, and the other side wants to savior the hero, these two masters come and go on the battlefield, and they kill equally. And the other people around him, due to the large disparity in the realm, could not join the battle circle between the two, so they had to let them divide the victory and defeat.

And by this time, the situation on the entire battlefield had already undergone some changes. War is a game for the brave, and this battle on the banks of the Yingshui River once again interprets this fact.

The Northern Barbarians, who grew up fighting between tribes since childhood, have aggressive blood in their bones, while the Daning people are influenced by Confucian culture and are not interested in fighting and killing, so they have to pick up swords and guns to fight against foreign enemies as a last resort.

As the war continued, the two cultural currents affected the development of the war situation, and the Northern barbarians who saw the blood became more and more courageous, and the Daning soldiers finally couldn't support it anymore and began to retreat.

A thousand miles of embankment, destroyed in an anthill. The defeat of the Wyvern Army spread rapidly from a small area and eventually developed into a total rout, with some beginning to withdraw from the battle circle, while most were gradually surrounded by the Northern Barbarians, and even retreat became a problem.

The defeat became more and more obvious, and the defense line of the Daning soldiers' hearts finally collapsed, and they began to flee in all directions, wanting to escape for their lives in the chaos. The battlefield immediately became chaotic, and the scene was full of Northern Barbarian soldiers chasing and killing the Daning people.

"Dashuai, I can't hold on, let's retreat!" Liu Zhiyuan was in the midst of a fierce battle with the Northern Barbarian One-Eyed Man, when a subordinate suddenly came to his side and said loudly.

Liu Zhiyuan took a moment, looked up and glanced at the entire battlefield, his heart suddenly became cold, in this short period of time, the brown wave has fully dominated, and those red waves have been divided into countless small groups, which are struggling to support in the brown wave.

"Defeated." Liu Mingyuan suddenly became like ashes.