The sky had just dawned, and the clouds were dyed with a crimson glow.

The gate of Xin'an Mansion City opened, and thousands of soldiers gushed out.

Thundered~~

Three thousand cavalry rushed up the hill southwest of Sin'an City like thunder.

There are no towering and dangerous mountains in Tan An Province, but there are uneven hills, which are undulating like waves.

Walking out of the west gate of Xin'an Castle, the long official road spreads all the way west along the bottom of the hill valley.

Running up the hill, Yuwen Chengdu sat on horseback and looked down on the valley ahead.

The army gathered, and the black oppression was full of a sense of depression that made people's hearts palpitate.

It was a rebel army from Shuzhou, a rebel army led by Tang Mingcheng.

A total of 30,000 troops, after a night's rest, were preparing to attack the city.

Knock knock~~

The drums of war beat and the trumpets sounded.

The Anning Army, which poured out of the city of Xin'an, also converged in the valley of the two hills.

Qin Wei was wearing silver-white iron armor and an autumn frost sword at his waist, and rode up the hill on the north side.

The hill is not more than a hundred feet, but it is large enough to look out for miles ahead.

"Raise the flag!"

Liu Qing shouted loudly behind Qin Wei.

A three-zhang high golden flag was erected behind Qin Wei, and the morning breeze was slow, and the golden chess pieces stretched out. There is a simple word 'Wei' written on it, and there is a dragon pattern inlay around it.

This is Qin Wei's royal flag, which was made overnight in the city of Xinning Mansion.

The king's banner was erected, and the Anning army in the valley roared in formation.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The loud sound rolled, as if it was about to tear through the still somewhat drowsy sky.

'Wei' does not refer to Qin Wei's name, but to the Zhenwei Battalion of the Twelve Regiment Battalions in Kyoto.

The soldiers of the 3,000 Zhenwei battalion were integrated into this Anning army, giving the Anning army more glory belonging to the Zhenwei battalion.

Qin Wei looked at the rebels in front of him, his face solemn.

The enemy is outnumbered, and it seems a little unwise to take the initiative to go out of the city to fight.

But trapping Xin'an Mansion City was not the result Qin Wei wanted, he not only wanted to defend Xin'an Mansion City, but also to defeat the 30,000 rebels in front of him.

That's why he chose to face the rebels in this canyon.

The best offense is defense!

As long as the offensive of these 30,000 rebels is thwarted, then Xin'an Fucheng can be safe and secure.

within the valley.

Tang Mingcheng stood in front of a handsome flag and looked at the direction where Qin Wei was with a sneer.

"Hehe, it's interesting, you actually dare to go out of the city, it seems that His Royal Highness the county king has underestimated us and others."

His eyes rolled, and a cold smile filled his somewhat pale face.

In Shuzhou City, he was slashed by Ji Fei angrily, and the heavy Glaive Knife shook his internal organs as if they were displaced.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to eliminate Qin Wei's hidden danger as soon as possible, maybe he should have a good rest.

Next to him, an old man in a purple robe said indifferently: "The old man can only drag Mo Yan!" ”

This old man is Li Zhongxian, the leader of the Shuzhou Holy Sect, an innate martial artist who is not weak.

It is no secret that the strange words around Qin Wei are no longer secret, but few people know about Yuwen Chengdu's innate cultivation.

After all, Yuwen Chengdu has only shown innate cultivation once.

"Well, as long as you drag that dumb slave, the rest of the officials have their own plans." Tang Mingcheng said confidently.

However, Li Zhongxian looked at him dissatisfied, "Although he is dumb, he is also an innate martial artist." ”

Tang Mingcheng glanced at him sideways, "It's just a slave by Li Xun's side!" ”

"Innate martial artists should not be humiliated!" Li Zhongxian said.

Tang Mingcheng's mind sank, "I know!" ”

Innate martial artists cannot be humiliated, although they are enemies and me, Li Zhongxian still doesn't like Tang Mingcheng to call Mo Yan a slave.

This is the arrogance and dignity of the innate warrior, and no one can be provoked.

Li Zhongxian glanced at him deeply and didn't say anything more.

Tang Mingcheng raised his head and looked at Qin Wei's Wang Qi again, his eyes flashing with a lot of vague brilliance.

Whether it's a congenital martial artist, or the king of Xin'anjun!

In his eyes, they are all objects of murder and humiliation.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

And what is there to be humiliated about a loser?

Only the victor is a person who cannot be humiliated.

When the army was over, the smile on Tang Mingcheng's face became more and more cold, he waved his arm violently, and shouted, "Attack!" ”

Knock knock!

The drums of war beat.

At the front of the army, one crossbow machine after another pulled out the bowstring, and the five-foot-long crossbow arrows were assembled, and the snow-white arrows shone in the dim sunlight.

Above the hill.

Qin Wei's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at tens of thousands of crossbow arrows.

This is the bow and crossbow of the Dusi Yamen, and there is also a siege weapon crossbow, no wonder Tang Mingcheng dared to come to attack so eagerly, with such a sharp weapon, he naturally would not be afraid of the Anning Army.

The Anning army also has crossbow arrows, but compared to the other side's rebels, they are far worse, both in terms of quantity and quality.

After all, the Anning Army is just a guard, and the bows and crossbows equipped are all ordinary bows and crossbows, and the soldiers of the original Zhenwei Battalion are only equipped with ordinary bows and crossbows.

A siege weapon like a crossbow will only be eaten in the warehouse of the Dusi Yamen under normal circumstances, and it will never be equipped into the army unless it encounters a war.

Liu Qing looked at the hundreds of crossbows and instantly became nervous.

"Your Highness, this place is not safe, please step back from your Highness!"

He said worriedly.

Qin Wei shook his head slightly, "No need, just an arrow can still hurt this king!" ”

"Your Highness!"

Liu Qing still wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Qin Wei waving his hand.

The next moment, sharp crossbow arrows burst out with a roar, turning into a rain of crossbow arrows in the sky.

Dali's crossbow is definitely a real weapon, its crossbow arm is made of stainless steel, tough and has a strong elasticity, even if it is a congenital martial artist, once it is hit, even if it is not dead, it is seriously injured.

Of course, the innate martial artists are not fixed targets, they will dodge, so it is difficult for the crossbow to hit the innate martial artists.

However, Dali's most powerful bow and crossbow is not a seat crossbow, but a bed crossbow, the kind of bed crossbow that can produce a crossbow arrow one zhang long.

Because the bed crossbow was too bulky, it could only be placed in a fixed position, such as on a city wall or on a ship.

The crossbow arrows roared, tearing through the gloomy sky and shooting towards Qin Wei's side.

Qin Wei raised his head and looked at the arrow that was shining with a cold glow, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The soldiers in the valley couldn't help but get nervous when they saw this.

"Raise your shield!"

A hurried shout rang out.

Whoa~~

The black shields were held up by the soldiers.

Seeing that the crossbow bolt was about to fall on the top of the soldiers' heads, Qin Wei suddenly raised his palm, stretched out his index finger, and lightly touched it towards the void.

Then.

An invisible ripple spread across his fingertips.

The ripples spread and spread in all directions.

Buzzing~~

The rain of arrows in the sky seemed to have been hit by an invisible force, and they fell one after another.

Sudden protrusion~~

Thousands of arrows fell in front of the military formation, and there were still dozens of meters away from the military formation.

This result made the soldiers on both sides stunned.

While looking at the bow and crossbow in his hand suspiciously, he looked at the other side suspiciously.

The bow is broken!

Didn't eat on the other side?

Only Qin Wei looked at this scene with a faint smile.

Borrow the power of the sky!

Heaven is as powerful as a mountain, suppressing all things.

One finger can suppress the innate martial artist, and one finger can suppress ten thousand arrows.

The power of borrowing Tianwei is based on the number of white chess pieces consumed, the more white chess pieces consumed, the greater the power, and the smaller the enveloping range, the greater the power.

The superposition of two chess pieces and the condensation of one point can instantly severely damage an innate martial artist, such as Qi Shang at the beginning.

A chess piece covering a range of 100 meters can suppress several nine-rank martial artists, such as Li Man at the beginning.

And with a chess piece covering the surrounding kilometers, the power of borrowing Tianwei will be attenuated to the extreme, and it may only crush an ordinary person, which is very little pressure for a high-grade martial artist.

But for the arrows flying in the air, this little bit of force is enough to make them all fall.

Therefore, in front of Qin Wei, the rain of arrows, which posed the greatest threat to the soldiers, turned into useless chicken ribs, which could only scare and scare people.

"What's going on?"

Tang Mingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said a little incredulously.

Li Zhongxian stared in the direction where Qin Wei was, "A very strange artistic conception!" ”

"Mood! How can it be? Tang Mingcheng couldn't believe it.

The artistic conception of the innate warrior also has the function of coercion, especially the artistic conception of the first layer of potential, which can also block crossbow arrows.

However, such a large range of coercion is definitely not something that ordinary innate martial artists can do.

Li Zhongxian pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go and see first!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a dark shadow and flew towards the hill where Qin Wei was.

On the other side, Yuwen Chengdu saw the first wave of arrow rain falling, and his expression was correct.

"Kill!"

A roar!

The whole person rode out on horseback.

The next moment, the shouts of killing resounded through the heavens and the earth, and three thousand cavalry followed.

These 3,000 cavalry were almost all the cavalry of the Anning Army.

Shuzhou is mountainous, and the cavalry is very limited, so the guards in Shuzhou are only equipped with a small number of cavalry.

The 3,000 cavalry rushed straight into the opposing army formation like a sharp arrow, and at the same time, the Anning army in the valley also launched a charge.

Seeing this, Tang Mingcheng did not hesitate and directly ordered an attack.

The two armies suddenly collided together, flesh and blood flying, and blood rushed out.

As soon as the battle began, it was extremely tragic, as if it had turned into a sea of blood, with corpses all over the field and rivers of blood.

Qin Wei stood on the top of the mountain, staring at the tragic battlefield, his face was unwavering.

Suddenly, he noticed a very fast figure coming towards him.

"Mo Yan senior!"

He called softly.

Mo Yan immediately stepped forward, glanced at the figure without saying a word, and then flew out.

Boom!

The short sword was unsheathed, and the two collided quickly.

Qin Wei only paid attention to them for a while, and then focused his attention on the battlefield again.

The rebels on the opposite side were a rabble, and his Anning army was not a strong army, and the battle between the two sides seemed to be evenly matched.

You come and go, and you can't fight.

However, the real protagonist of this battle is Yuwen Chengdu.

As an outstanding general, letting Yuwen Chengdu always follow him seems a little condescending.

And now Yuwen Chengdu can finally lead the troops to fight.

At this time, Yuwen Chengdu is a god of war, he wields his phoenix wings and gilded hammer, indomitable and fearless.

The enemy's tight military formation was like paper paste in front of him, and it was torn apart in an instant.

"Kill!"

"Get out of here!"

Yuwen Chengdu roared.

The roar resounded across the battlefield, drowning out all shouts of killing

But I saw that above Yuwen Chengdu's burly body, there was scarlet blood and qi entangled, and between the fluttering hair, the momentum was surging.

Yuwen Chengdu on the battlefield is very different from the usual Yuwen Chengdu, the usual Yuwen Chengdu is steady and introverted, after going to the battlefield, Yuwen Chengdu is like a fierce beast, rampage.

The indomitable momentum made the cavalry behind him become fierce, they rode horses, brandished weapons, their eyes were red, like demons and beasts, and let out a burst of tearing roars.

The three thousand cavalry, under the leadership of Yuwen Chengdu, were like a sharp knife that tore through the enemy's military formation.

The courage of ten thousand people, no one can stop it.

Under the handsome flag, Tang Mingcheng looked at the heroic Yuwen Chengdu, and his face changed greatly.

"Stop him!"

"Quick, stop him!"

He shouted angrily.

The next moment, the guards around him immediately rushed towards Yuwen Chengdu.

Qin Wei gathered 3,000 cavalry, and Tang Mingcheng also gathered 3,000 cavalry.

The cavalry of the two sides collided with each other and immediately became a group.

However, he suddenly raised the long phoenix wings and hammered the gold hammer and pressed down towards the front cover.

Rumble~~

The gilded bore, which condensed the artistic conception, instantly overwhelmed the dozen or so cavalrymen in front of him, and suddenly a group of people turned on their backs.

Sigh law ~~

The war horse under Yuwen Chengdu raised its front feet sharply and neighed.

"Rush!"

Yuwen Chengdu clamped his feet on the horse's belly and let out an angry roar again.

The warhorse landed on its front feet and leaped violently.

One person and one horse are like entering a no-man's land, galloping fast.

Seeing this, the Anning cavalry behind him raised the blade in his hand and chased after him regardless of it.

The most taboo thing for cavalry charges is to fall behind, and once they fall behind, they will be scattered and surrounded.

For them, only by following Yuwen Chengdu tightly can they rush out.

At this time, there is only one person in their eyes, and that is Yuwen Chengdu.

(End of chapter)