The midday sun was a little faint, but it reflected even brighter in the snow. There is no variegated color in the distance, and some of the trees are like sentinels, which will eventually be just the embellishment of this silver-covered world.

The only thing that can break through this vast world is the murderous hundreds of thousands of iron armor. The color of purity dissipated in the mud, and the muddy soil mixed with blood gushed out, and the slaughter of heaven and earth was cut through in this thunderous shout.

I don't know how many people have fallen forever in this terrible land, and the sound of weapons colliding is the last symphony of life. This abrupt and inevitable battle spread in an instant like a flash flood.

Mo Di's spear was dripping blood, and the red tassel was drenched in blood and stuck to the barrel of the gun, and there was the blood of the two tiger generals of the Great Zhao General's Mansion on it.

Seeing that the demon snake closed his eyes unwillingly, Mo Di just said lightly: "Under the Qingquan gun, the soul will be twenty-seven." ”

The leopard rushed into the crowd with a frenzied axe, and rows of horses' hooves were chopped off and shattered. Countless Dongzhao cavalry rolled over and rolled off their horses, plunged headlong into the chaotic ground, still rolling and struggling, one after another pounced on the tiger generals who went crazy in the enemy country.

This absurd start of the battle was non-negotiable.

Mo Lingkong and Song Wenxi were half-witted at all, and they were driven back to the city by General Zhenbei as soon as possible. Indeed, staying will only lead to two more corpses, and the key is that this corpse will be a great loss for oneself.

Mingyue never left Song Wenxi for ten steps, her mission was only to protect him, as for the battlefield, she didn't care.

However, the wind-chasing swordsman acted as a wave of hot-blooded men, and he was very happy to fight with Mo Canyang. The majestic scene that he had never experienced before ignited the longing of this chivalrous man in his fifties. He seemed to find the thrill as pleasurable as chivalry.

Although he seems a little stiff from never fighting in a battle, he is invincible with his tough martial arts, and he is not lagging behind Mo Canyang, a veteran of the battlefield for more than 20 years.

The twelve guards of the Ukrainian League are the twelve sharp blades of the general, and the general will fight wherever he points, without the battle formation that they can't break, and the eyes and arms of the general are also the eyes and arms of the general, and they will always be the direction of the main general.

The murderous atmosphere is monstrous, deafening, and the crowd is endless, whether it is standing or falling, there are countless people, and the black pressure has the tendency to sweep the wind and clouds.

Mo Enemy stared at the crazy leopard, the cold light in his eyes exploded, the butt of the Qingquan gun was behind him, and the body was crouched on the horse's back, making a charge, and with a mention of the horse's reins, the big black horse rushed out like lightning, and the Qingquan gun went straight to the chest of the Qingbao leopard. "You are twenty-eighth. As soon as he finished speaking, the spear passed through his chest, and the big black horse passed over his body, and Mo Di dragged the spear out from behind. The barrel of the gun was covered in blood, some warm, some sticky and slippery.

Mo Di turned his head and muttered in his heart: "What a tiger general, but that's it." ”

Canglong, who was being entangled by the Twelve Guards, saw this scene, and his eyes were about to erupt with fire. With a roar, he left the twelve guards and went straight to Mo Di, shouting: "Mo Di, I swear to kill you." ”

The corner of Mo Invincible's robe brushed the barrel of the gun, but there was excitement in his eyes: "Is it finally going to fight, don't let me down, I also want to see if it is worthy of the name, tsk, the head of the five tiger generals!"

Both of them are masters of guns, and they are also famous young generals in their own countries, and it seems to be fate to fight head-to-head.

The sky was getting darker, but the battle didn't stop. The snow in the distance was still so clean, and it never seemed to pity the cold blood.

The battle between Mo Di and Canglong formed a strange circle, and no one dared to get within five meters, otherwise it would be death. I don't know how many moves have passed, the sweat has long been soaked through the robes, and bursts of white gas have come out of both of them, and the horses seem to be tired and overwhelmed, only the two of them are not soft at all, it seems that they are the protagonists in this battle.

On the city of Wumeng, Song Wenxi looked at the battlefield with great envy, and seemed to look forward to the side of the battle being himself. Mo Lingkong was also shocked for the first time in the peerless demeanor of the battlefield warriors.

"Do you think my eldest brother can win against that Canglong?" Mo Lingkong seemed a little worried.

"These two are invincible, and some people have long talked about their combat power, and it seems that they are evenly matched at present, alas, it is a pity that this strength is in this place, but it is a pity. Song Wenxi said and sighed.

"Are you afraid that these fierce generals will be damaged, and you will have no one to use in the future. Mo Lingkong stared at Song Wenxi suspiciously.

"They are all good men of the Great Zhao Kingdom, but they are used as chess pieces and manipulated, and even if they die, they have no value at all, I feel distressed when I look at them. "Song Wenxi is extremely decadent.

"That's right, they're all your soldiers. Mo Lingkong also seems to have a relationship.

As the prince, the most promising person in the Great Zhao Kingdom, now he can only watch the traitors take power, and the common people are in trouble, but he can't do anything, Song Wenxi is extremely depressed, he now wants to rush into the formation regardless of it, and he is stabbed into a thousand holes by a random knife, and the bones are not left to merge into the turbid land, which is a kind of relief.

It was dark, the battle finally came to an end, in the afterglow of the sunset, in the crisp sound of gold, both sides began to collect their troops, and when they reached a safe distance, the soldiers on both sides were listlessly dragging their weapons, one was returning to the city, and the other was returning to the camp.

This battle is a small advantage of Dongzhao, for no other reason, the enemy killed two enemy generals in one formation, or the tiger general who has been famous for a long time in the enemy army, which is a great blow to the army of the Great Zhao State, and the soldiers have cast a shadow in their hearts. Especially his own commander, who is the absolute god of war among all the soldiers, is just a draw with others.

Canglong was also very depressed in his heart, bravely crowned the three armies, he felt powerless for the first time after winning a hundred battles, how could this person be so difficult, thinking of the two brothers he died in battle, he was angry and flipped the pen, ink and paper on the handsome case to the ground, slapped it on the handsome case, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Du Mingcheng, a staff officer, trembled and didn't dare to speak, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. In the morning, he also slapped Canglong's ass, and he was a little embarrassed at this time.

In the General Mansion of the Ukrainian League, Mo Canyang held a banquet to reward the generals, and there was no anxiety on his face, but he was very calm. Because he knows that in today's battle, the enemy will not take the initiative to attack within three days, and this is a good thing for himself, and reinforcements from all walks of life are on the way.

At that time, there will be no disparity in military power, and the odds of victory will be greater. So at this moment, his hearty laughter is particularly bold against the backdrop of bowls of wine.

Mo Di became the focus of this banquet, and the generals and colonels in the army all held wine to congratulate him on his meritorious service.

Han Chengfeng was also arrogant at this time, drinking tens of thousands of more wine, and his face was full of red light, and a chivalrous man of the rivers and lakes mingled with the military generals and schools, and there was nothing abrupt.

This wind-chasing swordsman, everything is as he pleases, he is in his fifties, he has no reserve as a top master, and he has never put on a stand like those so-called masters of the rivers and lakes, no wonder he is an exception to the seven swords of this session, and the other six swords have all stepped into the realm of grandmasters, but he is still one step away, but he doesn't seem to care at all.

Mingyue looked at him, the uncle, and shook her head helplessly. Among the masters of the previous generation of the Four Great Sword Sects, in terms of swordsmanship, she admires him the most, and she may have heard the master mention it more often, she always wants to see the elegant and free wind chasing sword of the wind chasing swordsman with her own eyes.

Relatively speaking, the whole banquet was the most deserted for a few of them, and this celebration banquet had little to do with them, but because of the identity of Song Wenxi's second prince, he was indispensable, after all, to put it bluntly, this battle was fought for him, and he always had to come out to make a statement.

It's just that after saying hello, only Mo Lingkong will not leave him. At one point, Song Wenxi seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little weird, but he didn't know what the problem was.

At this time, Mo Lingkong seemed to be a little envious of his brother, looking at the invincible of the stars and the moon, he muttered in his heart: "It seems that it feels good to be an invincible general, but I don't like trouble, it's better to be a lone ranger." ”

The banquet lasted until late at night, and Song Wenxi climbed up to the top of the city with a slight drunkenness. The bright moon hung high, and the clear light and the snow echoed each other, and the light was several times stronger. Only in the center of the battlefield, a pitch-black mud was shocking. Looking at the lights of the camp in the distance, he fell into deep thought.

If there is a war, there will be a win or a loss, and if you win, you will naturally be happy, and if you lose, you will always be sad, but no matter whether you win or lose, people will die, and some people will die, and some people will grieve.

In a camp tent in the Great Zhao Kingdom, Canglong looked at the two cold corpses, and his fists were clenched very tightly. In the past battles, whether it was against Fang Guo, Jing Guo, or other fierce nomadic tribes in the north, they were really like brothers fighting tigers, and they were invincible. But today, it is the shame of their five tiger generals, and this shame comes from the same person, Canglong is so uncomfortable that he wants to cry.

But as the main general, he had to focus on the overall situation, looking at the remains of the two brothers, he drew his sword and vowed: "In my lifetime, I will pay tribute to the souls of the two brothers in the sky with the heads of Mo enemies." ”

The war report was sent to the General's Mansion, and he didn't ask for anything else, but only one request, which was to need a group of masters in the rivers and lakes. The sword on the battlefield today also impressed him very much, since Dongzhao has martial arts to participate in the battle, then it is not a strange thing to send assassins to assassinate Mo Canyang, right?