Meng Song rode a jujube red war horse and led dozens of horsemen to come slowly.

Looking up at the school field, there was a crowd of people, full of dark iron, and the flags were hunting in the cold wind, and a killing atmosphere came to the face.

"Woo————

In the distance, the melodious and dull sound of the horn sounded again, and Meng Song looked up in the direction where the horn sound came from.

I saw him wave his big hand and order, "Get out of the camp!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Song rode his horse and whipped his horse, kicked the horse's belly with both legs, and ran out of the camp gate first.

"Out of camp!"

Military orders were passed down one by one, flags were waved, and the captains of each team repeated military orders loudly.

"Out of camp!"

"Out of camp!"

"Out of camp!"

The flags of the hundreds of generals in each capital moved one after another, driving the military flags of the captains of each team, followed by countless small flags of the long ranks, and then the flags of the captains were moved.

Seventeen hundred trappers followed Meng Song and slowly left the camp.

Wang Xu followed the military flag of his team out of the camp gate, he was lined up at the outermost part of the queue, as before, he tilted his head slightly to look at the surrounding environment.

This time, the destination is obviously different from the past, walking on the road, lined with cold camps. The various camps that were closed on weekdays were pouring out from the barracks at this time.

The sound of drums and whistles was endless, and everywhere Wang Xu could see, there was a mighty black wave.

All the camps in the Dongshan River Valley have opened their gates, and all the soldiers and soldiers of the state have all left the camp at this moment and are lined up in the Dongshan River Valley.

There are more than 1,000 people, 10,000 people, boundless, and there are more than 20,000 soldiers gathered in the Dongshan River Valley at this moment.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless steel jungle, swords and spears are like ears of wheat, and the halberds are like hemp forests, no wonder the Khitan people of the Liao Dynasty call their elite cavalry army the Tielin Army.

Countless tall military flags were erected in the river valley, countless sergeants stood in formation, the mountain wind was howling, and the flags were sounding.

Wang Xu was in the middle of the formation, and at this moment, he only felt that his heart was surging, and there was an indescribable feeling.

"Rumble......

In the distance, a huge cavalry team swept through the camps at a rapid pace, thousands of horses stepped on the ground at the same time, and the sound of horses' hooves was as loud as the sound of a surging river.

Wang Xu stood in the middle of the military formation, and seemed to have the illusion that the mountains were shaking.

"Victory !!"

The tsunami-like shouts of the mountains came from outside the camp in the distance, wave after wave, superimposed and penetrated into Wang Xu's ears.

As if he had noticed something, he pointed to the cavalry that was speeding towards him, and shouted excitedly, "It's the general!!

A group of trapped soldiers turned their heads to look in the direction of the cavalry, and sure enough, as the cavalry got closer and closer, the dark face became clearer and clearer.

"Victory !!"

The camp of the trappers also suddenly erupted in cheers.

The soldiers of the Bingzhou army raised their halberds high and shouted feverishly at Wang Rong.

Wang Xu looked at the fanatical robes around him blankly, a little at a loss, he turned his head to look at Zhang Xu and Ban Lei, the two of them were also a little dazed.

And Meng Su and Li Cong's faces were full of fanatical expressions, which were very different from their usual appearances.

When Wang Rong's "and" character passed through the camp of the trapped soldiers, the morale of the entire trapped brigade also climbed to the peak, and countless trapped soldiers shouted "Wan Sheng" hoarsely.

The deafening sound echoed in Wang Xu's ears, making him involuntarily lift the halberd that he had originally carried on his shoulder.

He stared at the rapidly moving pole outside the formation, listened to the shouts of the robe next to him, and in a trance he seemed to hear the voices of Zhang Yu and Ban Lei.

"Victory !!"

Outside the large array, all the soldiers of the state army raised their weapons in their hands and responded enthusiastically to the distant Daxu.

Countless and state sergeants

The cheers mingled over the valley and lasted for a long time.

The cavalry came and went like the wind, Wang Rong's big sword finally disappeared from everyone's field of vision, and the deafening cheers finally began to slowly subside.

Meng Song looked at the direction where Wang Rong had gone, and his heart was also extremely shaken, he really couldn't imagine why a person's prestige in the army could reach such a high level.

"Whew——————"

The scream of the wooden whistle suddenly sounded, stopping the noise in the Dongshan River Valley.

Whistles and drums sounded one after another in the various military formations, the flags were shaken, and the cavalry that gave the order galloped through the various military formations.

In the Dongshan River Valley, the sergeants and soldiers of Bingzhou who had already stepped out of the camp had already lined up in the marching queue.

Looking down from the sky, a black stream surged through the green grass in the valley and flowed in the direction of the distant Tagaki Castle.

In the south of the city, on the shore of Jinshui, more than 90,000 soldiers and soldiers of the state stand in formation, and the mountains and fields are full of black iron, and at a glance it is as spectacular as the ink-colored ocean.

The dense array of spears and halberds converged into a mountain forest, and the layers of banners almost obscured the sky above them.

In front of the big array, on the high platform, under a dark bar, Wang Rong stood upright.

Huang Fujian wore a scribe's crown on his head, wore a black dark robe, held a scroll in his hand, and stood on the right side of Wang Rong.

A group of soldiers of the personal guard battalion wearing heavy armor and carrying swords around their waists, with tiger-striped battle flags on their backs, and tall tower shields and spears in their hands guarded behind Wang Rong.

Yes, readers don't see it, it is a pro-guard battalion, with the improvement of status, the pro-guard around Wang Rong has also been strengthened, from the original one capital, expanded to six, formed a pro-guard battalion, the battalion general is Wang Xiang.

At this moment, Wang Mao was leading a group of guards with spears to guard on both sides of the stairs on the high platform.

On the low platforms on both sides, more than a dozen wrestlers from the guards puffed out their cheeks and vigorously sounded the huge horn.

Sure enough, there are more than 10,000 people, connecting the heavens and the earth, not to mention that there are nearly 100,000 people in the audience at this time, and everywhere Wang Rong's eyes can reach is Xuanqi, all of them are Xuanjia!

All the soldiers of the state army focused their eyes as much as possible on the high platform, converging on the figure who was wearing a dark armor and a black cloak, standing straight on the high platform.

More than 90,000 people gathered together, and it was almost impossible to understand the whole army by sound, and even if thousands of people were fighting, most of the time they relied on the command flag, the word and the drum horn to issue orders.

"Whew——————"

A shrill chirp came from the high platform, and then spread in all directions, and the sound of trumpets on the low platforms on both sides stopped abruptly.

Huangfu Jian held the scroll in his hand, stepped forward, and shouted loudly, "Xuan, Meng Song came to the stage to listen to the seal."

On the low platforms on both sides, the low horn sound sounded slowly.