Dozens of black-clothed men came to the entrance of the village and immediately stopped their horses.

In the village, in front of a stone table, Yanshan and Meng Tian sat opposite each other, eating meat and drinking wine, and they were content.

The black-clothed man at the head looked at Yan Shan, and there was an instinctive fear in his heart. After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Kill!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of black-clothed people waved the scimitars in their hands and rushed forward to kill.

At this time, dozens of soldiers poured out of the village, holding shields and spears, blocking Yan Shan and Meng Tian. At the same time, the sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out.

Caught off guard, several men in black were shot and fell from their horses. The rest of the men in black hurriedly fell down, hid in the side of the horse, and continued to move forward.

The black-clothed people at the head know that something is wrong, but there is no turning back when they open the bow. With a long roar, he galloped away and took the lead.

In a few breaths, dozens of black-clothed men had rushed to the front of the shield array.

Suddenly, the shield array separated from the middle, and more than a dozen war horses came out, and the leader was none other than Ai Qing, the cavalry captain under the former Wanyan Honglie. At the same time, dozens of stubborn soldiers were outflanked from the entrance of the village, and the leader was Qian Yong, the former infantry captain under Wanyan Honglie's account.

Suddenly, the sound of shouting and killing and arrows breaking through the air came and went.

The soldiers were brave and fierce, the soldiers regarded death as home, blood splashed, and the battle was tragic.

The black-clothed man led by him entered the shield array, but he found no trace of Yan Shan, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

"Are you looking for me?" a calm voice came from the roof next to it.

The black-clothed man led by him raised his eyes and saw that Yan Shan was sitting on the roof, calm and calm. Beside him, a woman in white stood proudly, holding the rusty sword tightly in her hand.

A spear stabbed as fast as lightning. The man in black at the head just turned around and wanted to block, but it was too late. The spear pierced the throat, and the blow was retreated, blood gushed out, and the man in black led by him was killed on the spot.

The leader was killed in battle, but the rest of the men in black did not back down in the slightest. They were all iron-clad and fearless, and they would rather die in battle than be defeated at the hands of these remnants.

The soldiers fought with their lives, fighting with all their might, without reservation.

This is a battle to the death.

Blood soaked the land, stained the sky red, and moistened Meng Tian's eyes.

Yan Shan looked calm, facing life and death, as steady as Mount Tai.

I don't know how long later, the dust settled, and calm returned to the mountain village.

Fifty-seven men in black were killed in battle, and one hundred and thirty-nine soldiers were killed. The battle was so tragic and bloody that it was hard to look at.

The land of right and wrong should not stay for a long time, and the thirteen surviving soldiers did not ask much, and left after drinking the parting wine with Yan Shan and Meng Tian.