Soon after the nameless Taoist was settled, there were cyclamen outside the camp, Zhang Guifang ordered the generals to retreat first, he greeted himself, Zhang Guifang saw the cyclamen but was slightly signing, a fairy child with red lips and white teeth, carrying a sword, with a smile on his eyebrows!

"I don't know if the little immortal master is ......"

"Xiaodao Baijing, come to the battlefield to refine your sword!"

The sword roared to itself, but it was joyful.

Fairy Tong smiled, but it was a sword intent.

"Please!"

Don't ask about the origin, don't ask about the teacher.

He came to refine the sword, he came to kill.

The fairy child is dressed in white, like snow, and it is cold.

......

Many children of the Ji royal family in Zhou Ying asked for their lives in front of the Mai Yi tent, Jiang Ziya rejected them one by one, and the art of the left path needs to be broken by the people of the left way, and the mortal generals are all sent to death.

Jiang Ziya asked his disciples to invite Beibohou Chongheihu, and after some discussion, Jiang Ziya asked people to write a war letter, and Zhang Guifang returned to the war book to fight.

The princes of the world have their own rules for conquest, especially the large-scale battle formation of more than 10,000 people, if there is no war book to agree on the time and place, one side of the war drum beats in front of the array, but the other side avoids the battle, the battle does not become a battle, and the labor force moves the people.

Therefore, it has become a necessary procedure to make an appointment with the war.

Make an appointment, select the battlefield, arrange your own troops, blow the horn, beat the war drums, and fight it out!

The larger the war, the more disciplined it is, the fairer it is.

Because World War I is often the fate of thousands of lives, the honor and disgrace of a general, and the fate of a country, you must not be careful!

The next day's battle, the murderous aura enveloped the entire battlefield, and there was no wind.

The 100,000 armies of the east and west each pressed one side of the earth, slaughtered, silent, the nameless Taoist was shocked in his heart, Bai Jing Xiantong's face was flushed, and both of them looked at the generalissimo Zhang Guifang who was under the majesty of the army.

The generals are on the side, the horses are the heads, one person does not move, and the three armies do not move.

That's a kind of great atmosphere where I respect the tiger.

One person suppressed 100,000 military horses and stood still.

Even they were suppressed.

The Taoist did not dare to speak lightly, the sword did not dare to whisper, and the military might made it.

Towards Song City, Shi Ji nodded slightly, staring intently at the battlefield.

The horn sounded, simple and desolate, as if it was transmitted back from the ancient battlefield, echoing in the depths of the earth, and it was not gone for a long time.

Zhang Guifang rode forward, Jiang Ziya's golden armor and golden armor moved forward at the same time, the commanders of the two armies, clashed in front of the battle, and each had its own righteousness, and righteousness could not overwhelm the other party......

"Who is going to take down this old thief for Ben Shuai?"

"The last will go!"

Zhang Guifang waved his hand.

One will ride out.

There is a general on the other side.

If the old enemies know each other, the strong general will be the strong general, the strong general will be the strong general, the situation is unknown, a bet on luck, a bet on the marshal's eyesight, unfortunately, Zhang Guifang is unlucky, Jiang Ziya's eyesight is very good, a general is killed, he was beheaded, the war drums roared, and the morale of the Zhou army was shocked!

Zhang Guifang was unmoved, waved his hand, and the sergeant carried the corpse back, and the horse leather shrouded the body!

"Who will cut this fang and avenge General Chen!"

"The Last Will Go to ......"

"The Last General ......"

"The Last General ......"

"Liao Zhong!" the marshal pointed to the general.

"Command!"

A horse jumped out and bravely danced the knife forward.

Kill the weak with the strong and return home.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

The 100,000-strong army raised their swords and shouted three times in unison: "Good! good!" like a raging wind and tsunami sweeping across the battlefield, suppressing the morale of the other side.

Jiang Ziya nodded secretly, there is no vanity under the fame, and the way of the imperial army is deep in Samadhi.

Liao Zhong slashed the general's victory, the three armies said good, the general was proud of the spring breeze, and the generals' eyes were like fire, and they couldn't wait to immediately fly the horse to fight and win three times!