The sun tilted, then the moon hung overhead, and night fell, and death did not abate, but the battle continued.

The fighting at night is not inferior to that of the day. Unlike ordinary people, monks are largely unaffected by the night, and their eyesight is still excellent at night.

After a night of fierce fighting, even the monks of the upper three grades who usually did not eat, drink or sleep for months were already exhausted. However, everyone gritted their teeth and insisted on maintaining a high level of sobriety, otherwise they would be pierced through the heart with an arrow or sealed by a sword.

The battle at night was still magnificent. Millions of Imperial Armor Warriors and Jianghu Monks who were still standing and fighting, and the exercises and moves they performed continued to flash with various colors of light, and the entire Sunset Plains was splendid.

Unconsciously, the round moon disappeared behind the white clouds, and the early sun slowly rose.

The situation on the battlefield was also ups and downs, and on this day and night, both sides were prepared to join the tragic battlefield from time to time.

At the beginning, two or three hundred thousand reserve men and horses suddenly appeared, and then hundreds of thousands of reserve men and horses went into battle, and the reserve soldiers and horses of both sides were not important at the beginning, but as the battle situation continued to see, those not small reserve men and horses became more and more important.

Because the tens of millions of people who went into battle before were tired, and the reserve men and horses who went into battle later were all elites who were full of physical strength and in a very good mental state. In order to play a decisive role.

Both sides have more than a dozen reserve soldiers and horses, and these reserve men and horses on both sides add up to more than one million people.

The swords and weapons of many imperial armor soldiers and Jianghu monks have long been cut and broken, and they have changed from fighting with weapons to authentic hand-to-hand combat.

At the beginning, both sides still had some internal strength, so they could be more decent in hand-to-hand combat, and their moves were more gorgeous and elegant. Later, people's internal strength was exhausted, and the fighting between the two sides completely became the usual fight of those scoundrels in the market.

However, the speed of the dead did not decrease in the slightest.

"How many robes did we die in the twelve hours of yesterday?"

In the main account of the military camp dozens of miles away, Wu Kun, the first general of the Northern Wilderness Empire, constantly arranged the array changes of various battle formations, constantly processed all kinds of news from the front-line supervision, and then asked the deputy general beside him without turning his head.

"Two million ......," the lieutenant said with difficulty.

After saying that, he cautiously lowered his head, he thought that Wu Kun would be furious.

Wu Kun nodded indifferently, "Got it." ”

"General, the last general dared to ask, why didn't you let those demon clan masters make a move, why didn't you let those Jianghu Grandmasters who were raised and subdued by us in the Northern Wilderness take action? Do you know how those Jianghu Grandmasters on the other side slaughtered our robes at will?" the lieutenant general asked through gritted teeth.

The heroic departure of nearly two million robes made him forget the clear rules in the army that in wartime, the adjutant general could not have any doubts about the commander-in-chief.

Wu Kun did not blame the deputy general, but said lightly: "Those master masters have a greater role and mission. And the dead robes will not die in vain. ”

"Isn't it a big deal to have millions of lives in robes, you really should go to the front and take a look at those robes who have been tortured and killed at will by the other party's grandmaster!"

"Are you looking for death?" Wu Kun put down the spy report in his hand, turned his head and calmly looked at the deputy general who had followed him for many years.

The lieutenant general only came back to his senses at this time and calmed down slightly, and then his head was covered with cold sweat, he lowered his head and took a deep breath: "There will be a mistake in the end...... Please, the general, punish the crime!"

Wu Kun indifferently turned his head away from him, continued to review those spy reports, and issued some orders.

After a while, Wu Kun glanced at the adjutant general who was still bowing his head and clenching his fists to admit his guilt, and asked, "What is the purpose of our campaign this time?"

The adjutant replied without thinking: "Defeat Zhongzhou!"

"Then may I ask, what is the biggest obstacle to defeating Zhongzhou?"

The lieutenant general still didn't hesitate: "Those top combat forces of the big sects and super sects!"

"So, as long as we can kill those people, Zhongzhou will be in our pocket. ”

"Yes...... But it's hard to get to the top. ”

"It's not difficult. They want fewer deaths, and those grandmasters and great grandmasters can only obediently come to die. Wu Kun narrowed his eyes and smiled as he spoke.

On the Sunset Plain, the sunset was ushered in again.

The pale golden afterglow evenly smeared the entire plain, and the blood-stained yellow grass mixed with the golden afterglow, which was unpleasant to the eye.

This battle continues, but it has come to an end.

It's just not really over yet.

Except for those who escaped, there were less than 500,000 people scattered around the battlefield on the battlefield at this time, and these people had been divided by those well-trained and battle-hardened warriors on the battlefield, and turned into pieces of fish in nets and turtles in urns.

Those imperial armor soldiers still have more than two million people today.

The longer the battle lasted, the stronger and more cohesive the morale of those imperial armor soldiers became. On the other hand, the Jianghu monks, fighting and taking care of their own affairs, the battle formation was broken by the soldiers of the empire this morning.

The winner is almost decided.

There are many people from various forces who are watching from afar, and now the news has been transmitted back to the various forces in various states through various means.

The Zhongzhou Sect Alliance is the most prepared and quickest force to master the Battle of the Sunset Plains. At this time, Kong Nianyu, who was the leader of the alliance, was pacing in the room with his hands in his hands, frowning and thinking about many things.

The most important of these is that incident.

"It's time to do it, it's time to do it. If this continues, more people will die. Kong Nianyu muttered to herself.

"Someone!" Kong Nianyu seemed to have made up his mind, and his hands were punched together.

Outside the house, there are several servants of the upper three grades who are good at body and action - it is said to be a servant, but in fact, it is a credit transmission.

"Alliance Master!" the two seventh-grade realm monks clenched their fists respectfully.

"Both, please call my husband and those seniors immediately, and say that I have something important to discuss with them. ”

The two seventh-rank monks clenched their fists to receive the order, turned around and stood on tiptoe, performed their skills, and quickly left.

The night came as scheduled, Kong Nianyu walked out of the house alone, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said softly: "Wanli Gongchanjuan, at this time, are you also looking up at the moon?"

He just looked at Mingyue for a while, then turned around and hurriedly walked back to the house, continuing to deal with many affairs that should be handled as the leader of the alliance, just reviewing the spy reports on the battle situation from all directions, he had to stay up until midnight, and then he had to deal with some logistical matters, and he also had to issue some orders to mobilize the actions of the millions of sects in Zhongzhou. In his black hair, wisps of gray hair had appeared.

On the sunset plain on the third day, there were very few shouts and screams of fighting.

In the early morning, the early sun is slowly rising from the white east of the fish's belly, and the morning sun is faintly pouring on the earth, silent.

On this morning, Wu Kun, who had long since stopped charging in person, got up early, put on his armor and straddled his horse, and raised his whip with a solemn expression.

He personally led several lieutenant generals and a personal escort team with advanced cultivation to the front line of the battlefield dozens of miles away.

At this time, the Zhongzhou Jianghu monks fled and died, almost defeated.

The Northern Wilderness Empire was also uncomfortable, it was a miserable victory.

At this point, however, there was no complete victory.

Because, there are still some people who are stubbornly resisting.

It was for these people who resisted to the end that Wu Kun personally rode here. These people deserve to be seen off by him Wu Kun.

"Seniors, after you die, I won't let you be in the wilderness. Wu Kun said seriously to the dozen old men covered in scars and blood in front of him.

Feng Tian had been cut off by himself because his left arm was poisoned, and he used his only remaining right hand to hold the spear with the head of the spear that had broken the body of the spear, and he said coldly: "There is no need to dirty General Wu's hands. ”

Wu Kun didn't laugh angrily when he heard this, "Then listen to what Senior Feng said." ”

"However, I have always wanted to ask, why do you Zhongzhou sects rebel so much against our empire? Submit to us, there will not be so many dead people, and there will be no killing. Wu Kun asked curiously.

Feng Tian didn't look at Wu Kun after hearing this, but looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter was desolate and heroic, without losing the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters, "Those young people in the rivers and lakes now, I don't know what they think. ”

He raised his spear, pointed at the thousands of troops in front of him, and said proudly with a flat face: "You don't understand the romance of our generation. ”

"Brothers, you say, don't you?"

The dozen or so old masters who stood side by side with him smiled heartily.

These dozen people, since they were young, have been chasing and competing with each other, comparing whose realm has improved faster and whose strength is higher, and every time they have a banquet or competition, they have to use words and force to step on others.

When they reached middle age, they took charge of the sects behind them one after another, less bold and direct when they were young, and more intrigued with each other, secretly stumbling on each other.

And then now, they have let go of their previous right and wrong, their prejudices about each other, and the masks they put on at some point.

The bitterness and helplessness of this life and involuntary self-help all disappeared at this time.

They picked up the heroic and heroic of the generation when they were young.

"Old dog Li, let's start from now on, let's try to see who kills more, do you dare?" said an old man in black with his left leg cut off.

"Haha! Why don't you dare? Zhang boy, Lao Tzu has been displeasing to your eyes for decades, and he has been fighting with you for decades, so what if he fights you again in the end?" an old man who had a deep scar on his back that was cut down and could be seen in the bones smiled heroically.

"Old brothers, when we get down there, we're still brothers!"

Feng Tian said, picked up the spear that had followed him for most of his life with one hand, and rushed forward directly.

The other dozen or so old grandmasters also followed, their eyes free and easy to die.

Under the protection of those personal guards, Wu Kun retreated, and the thousands of troops and horses beside him rushed forward one after another, surrounding the dozen or so grandmasters who were already at the end of the crossbow.

"Pathetic, respectable. Magnificent ......"

Wu Kun no longer looked at the scene of the last resistance of those grandmasters, and muttered in a low voice as he turned around and left.