He still remembers that he was in the Taixue Hall, and heard Huang Hansheng patiently say: "The battle-hardened veteran is the real difficult enemy to deal with in a battle, compared to those children of families who were born in the rivers and lakes or pampered, even if the cultivation is higher than themselves, it is only the appearance, the veterans can escape death again and again, and the temperament accumulated in their bones is already very different from that of ordinary cultivators, they know how to make a knife faster and more labor-saving, and they know how to dodge the opponent's killing moves, and winning in the most concise and practical way is the iron law that penetrates into the bone marrow...... ”

Naturally, there will be a murderous aura on them, which is enough to make people feel afraid at the moment they approach.

There are also many veterans and veterans in the Jingwu army, as well as Huang Hansheng, a veteran who has already served in the Taixue Hall, and the building has felt the fierce momentum in them.

At this time, the building was covered in sweat and hair, and immediately took a few steps back with both hands, although he looked a little flustered, he still successfully touched the tomahawk that fell to the side of the corpse under him, and in the face of the waist knife that broke through the air, he suddenly took a deep breath, and held the axe handle desperately-

A well-timed block.

The next moment, he took advantage of the waist knife to deviate from the direction and stood up with a rolling belt.

He didn't turn and run away, because he knew that if he turned around, he would definitely die faster, so a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he stepped out, and with a loud cry in his mouth, the battle axe in his hand slashed towards the old soldier with the power of a mountain splitting stone.

He was indeed not the opponent of this veteran, whether it was in terms of cultivation, or skill, or even momentum, but he still did not flinch, taking advantage of the chaos of the battlefield and the gap between several weapon exchanges, he found an opportunity to delay and move, so as not to be killed by the other party.

With a muffled sound, the figure of the building flew upside down, crashing into the wreckage of a chariot that had already flipped over, blood gushing from its mouth.

Qi and blood were already disordered, and the feeling of detachment was like a spider's web, firmly binding his body, he struggled to breathe, but he could only lean limply on the wreckage of the chariot, facing the waist knife that had been cut off, his eyes showed a little regret.

Don't...... Is it just dead?

The tall body of the Shenwu Heavenly Army obscured the light in front of him, as if it had turned into a shadow of death, covering him.

Who knows, this shadow trembled suddenly, and the veteran's face immediately showed a look of disbelief, a pair of eyes glared at the boss, and finally fell to the side in a dejected manner.

As the veteran lay on the ground and twitched, the building could see clearly that on the back of his neck, there was a delicate and ornate dagger that was exuding its edge.

The building also opened its eyes wide, saw the panting figure on horseback not far away, and shouted: "Wang Zhu, you ......"

Wang Zhu was still panting hard, squinting his eyes and finding that he had just used the family heirloom dagger to successfully sneak attack, but it was his sworn enemy who was saved, and he was a little speechless for a while, so he immediately turned into a fierce appearance and roared: "Lao Tzu is not for you!"

"Yes. The building coughed, spitting blood, "Lao Tzu doesn't need you to save it, but this time, Lao Tzu owes you once." ”

Wang Zhu pursed his lips, turned his horse's head and said, "An order has been issued from above to replace the people in the first echelon, didn't you hear it just now?"

"Yes...... "The building looked at him dumbfoundedly, "I...... I didn't hear it. ”

"You're really fucking red-eyed, what about your brain?" Wang Zhu rolled his eyes, and did not let the injured building continue to lean on the broken chariot, and in the spirit of "saving people and saving him to the end", he pulled him onto the horse and carried him all the way into the military formation.

Gao Changgong's gaze withdrew from the building, and he smiled happily, maybe some people have been too tight, maybe some people are just born to stand too tall, but in his opinion, these children who have gone to the battlefield are no longer children, they have to learn to support each other after the baptism of blood and fire.

Even he, the "god of war" of Jing Wu, could not be their savior.

After this battle, some people can go back, and some people will be left on the battlefield forever, but when they bloom their own light one day, they will probably be able to easily unload the burden of this Jingwu general and go to the north......

For the current battle situation, his attitude is still calm, although some places are not mature enough, but it is obvious that some of Huang Hansheng's strategies do work, and the Shenwu Heavenly Army, which was once proud of the world, has not always had the upper hand at this time.

It was expected that it would be able to withstand the frontal impact of the Shenwu Heavenly Army, and the showdown that could really determine the victory or defeat had already unfolded on both wings.

On the two wings of the military array, 10,000 Xuanjia heavy cavalry entered.

Although their numbers are small, the deterrent power brought by the jet-black iron armor and the majestic Northern Barbarian war horses is shocking.

Even those chariots fixed to the ground could not protect themselves in such an impact, and a few Xuanjia heavy cavalry only needed a little cooperation to make a chariot fall with a bang, and even crushed more than a dozen Jingwu soldiers to death.

Not only Jing Wu Jun had hatred in his heart, but also the Tang Army, for the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry, they wanted to wash away the shame of the Tang State's defeat to Jing Wu countless times, and the sound of the horse's hooves rushing this time was naturally heavier than any previous time.

The bones of the dead were trampled under the iron hooves, and the sound of cracking became the last cry of the souls, and the flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the fishy air swirled around the battlefield to the sky.

And in their blood-red eyes, the figure of the enemy has already appeared.

At the same time, 50,000 Qingzhou ghost riders pasted them like a shadow.

Every Qingzhou ghost rider has a ghost mask on his face, and his eyes are hidden under the mask, cold as a ghost wandering in the underworld.

It was this group of ghosts who once wandered the vast territory of the Tang Kingdom, even though dozens of soldiers and horses were sent to chase and intercept them, as many as 150,000 people before and after, but they still failed to catch them, and even the hoof prints of their war horses could not be seen.

Time has passed, and most of the 4,000 Qingzhou ghost riders who returned triumphantly have returned to the field, doing business and farming, but these soldiers who have inherited the will of the previous generation of veterans are still resolute and high-spirited!

The Xuanjia heavy cavalry does have an impact power far beyond the Qingzhou ghost cavalry, if it is a head-to-head confrontation, it is difficult for the 50,000 Qingzhou ghost cavalry to stop these fierce beasts wrapped in iron armor, but as light cavalry, they also have their own set of tactics.

After several years of training and improvement by Gao Changgong, this group of newborn Qingzhou ghost riders have far surpassed their predecessors in terms of strength, equipment, and even the war horses galloping under the crotch.

It was also thanks to Gao Changgong's efforts to bring these chariots, and he finally took advantage of this to block the first wave of terrifying impact of the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry.

The sound of horses' hooves converged like war drums, and the rumbling sound shook the four fields, and the 50,000 Qingzhou ghost horsemen were divided into two teams like a surging flood, and soon, the distance between the two teams of old enemies was less than a hundred steps.

"Even if it's a tortoise, it's impossible to shrink its whole body into its shell!" Sun Qing on horseback was dressed in the armor of a general of Qingzhou ghost riding, bright and dazzling, and the hideous demon mask covered half of his face, and at the same time, it also reflected the increasingly rich killing intent at the corner of his mouth.

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