Hearing this, Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, and he barely hesitated, and pulled out the curved bow on his waist as quickly as possible, stretched out his bow and took the arrow, and a Ming Di pulled up a sharp whistle and pierced into the sky.

He didn't know how the army should react in the face of this situation, but he knew that, at the very least, he had to let Wang Li know the seriousness of the matter.

He believed in Wang Li's ability, and of course, if he could, he would prefer to be in control of everything himself, rather than pinning everything on others.

However, he has no choice now.

Wang Li's reaction was quick, and after a little thought, he ordered the three armies to go all out through the valley and set up a defensive position on the plain outside.

The three people who were exploring the road in front immediately spurred their horses and galloped down the hill like a whirlwind, and at this time Xie Siyuan had already sounded Shen Xiong's marching horn in the army.

The sound of the trumpet was particularly dull, like a god marching westward, and I don't know what it was made of.

Li Wenshuo and the three of them also saw the response, rode their horses forward, and rushed out of the valley as fast as they could.

By the time the army from behind them came behind them, a faint cloud of smoke and dust had risen on the horizon at the end of the wilderness, like a withered yellow storm.

The three armies had already passed through the valley, and the crossbowmen were scattered in a line in front of the formation, mixed with the light cavalry of the forward battalion.

All the heavily armed foot soldiers formed a Xuanwu formation of 5,000 men in the rear of the place, which was the strongest defensive formation, and if the enemy was below 5,000, Wang Li planned to eat the opponent.

The tremors under their feet were clearly felt by everyone.

"Count the days, during this time, the reinforcements of Wu Qien, the famous general of the Northwest Treasure Sword, should also arrive nearby, as long as Daliang City is not broken, this position, the enemy has no reason to be able to arrive, it is estimated that it should be Wu Qien's army. ”

One of the scouts said this, not knowing whether to comfort himself or whether it was true, but as soon as he finished speaking, the pale banner was already rising above the smoke and dust, and the emblem on the flag was a hideous wolf's head.

Li Wenshuo remembered that the last time he saw this flag, he was still on the grassland, when he was seriously injured and was saved by a very kind tribe.

Suddenly, there was the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, the ground shook more and more, and the loose horses pulling the cart began to panic and be restless.

The heroes around him frowned, and did not comfort the horses around them, in fact, they who had never seen this kind of scene were also a little flustered, at a loss, and just held the blade in their hands blankly.

The army on the opposite side approached against the wind, and stopped the war horse at the same time a hundred zhang away from the army of Liyang.

The dust rolled up from under the horses' hooves blew away in the wind, and the mounted archers protruded from the spearmen and lined up in front of the formation.

Under the red flag in the first place, two horses stood alone.

The two horses were one in front of the other, and the one in front of him was tall, dressed in a white coat, and his face was lifted to reveal half of his face with a wolf's head tattoo.

There was a spear hanging from the side of the horse, but the man had no weapon in his hand, holding the reins in one hand and clenching the other into a fist, standing in front of the army, mockingly scanning the army in front of him.

Behind him, the figure was also burly and terrifying, with no weapon in his hand, but he held an ebony banner weighing an unknown number of pounds, held high in the air, and the blood-colored wolf head danced wildly in the fearless wind.

The frenzied momentum pushed straight over hundreds of steps, Li Wenshuo stroked the horse's head, calmed the war horse under him, and reached out to press the hilt of the sword at his waist, only to realize that his hand was already as hot as fire.

"Who's the leader?"

The tattooed man shouted, even if he was hundreds of feet away, his voice was still clear and loud, and the strong internal force contained in it made Li Wenshuo's hand unable to leave the hilt of the sword for a long time.

thought to himself, if the generals in the world are all such characters, then the so-called martial arts list released by the old man of Tianji is really a little ridiculous.

Liyang's military formation suddenly split a gap, and a jujube red divine horse stepped out of the battle with light steps, also standing in front of the ten thousand armies.

Immediately, the man was holding a one-zhang long Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and the blade flashing with cold light was terrifying, even if he didn't report his name, he couldn't see his head and face clearly, and when he saw this weapon, he knew who the person who came.

In normal times, even if the number of people is superior, no matter how powerful the barbarian warrior is, he will turn around and leave, and he will definitely not provoke this invincible general.

But now, the person on the opposite side not only didn't leave, but also took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to see more clearly, but it was too far away, even if he cultivated high, he couldn't really see his head and face.

Wang Li was dressed in pitch-black armor, with a blood-red coat on his back, and said with a smile: "Wuyangu, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

Wang Li recognized the other party, a rare military master in the court of the Golden Horde, who is also a martial arts genius, the famous King of Jiuli, Wuyangu.

"General Wang, you're a little late. ”

Wang Li glanced north, retracted his gaze, looked at the old opponent in front of him, and said, "What's the matter, Wu Qien's army was defeated by you?"

Wu Yangu shook his head and said with a smile: "That person has some skills, but he can't move forward, in a short period of time, I really can't do anything with his 30,000 people." ”

Hearing this, Wang Li's face did not have half a joy, but narrowed his eyes slightly, his right hand grasped the reins, and then let go, repeating three times before regaining calm.

Wu Qien's reinforcements were not defeated, so the men and horses who bypassed Lei Gongshan to occupy the military town would definitely not have time to allocate so many troops to this place.

Otherwise, with Wu Qien's sophistication, he would definitely not let go of this opportunity.

There is only one possibility, these armies came from Daliang City, and they rushed all the way from the north by taking advantage of the momentum of the plains, which is why they are so dusty.

After a year, this weather-beaten border city once again fell into the hands of the enemy.

Wang Li was like a god in his life, but this time he hoped that he had guessed wrong.

Thinking of the familiar black-faced general, his heart ached, and his expression returned to calm again, he is not a person who likes to be sad.

There were not many enemy troops, but there were 5,000 light cavalry, and if there was no Uyangu, this battle would have been won by itself.

However, if Wuyangu dragged himself, the cavalry army of 2,000 against 5,000, and the cavalry of 8,000 against the cavalry of 3,000, it can be said that the victory or defeat was mixed.

On such a frontal battlefield, the fight of 10,000 people does not rely on the command art of the generals, but on the bravery of the soldiers and the momentum of the army.

The other side didn't answer, and Wu Yangu didn't care, and after passing a few military orders, the five thousand cavalry were ready to charge.

When he went out of the city this time, it was just an ordinary inspection, where would he have thought of meeting Wang Li, a tricky figure here.

Every encounter in the world is always so unexpected.

Maybe it's fate.

Li Wenshuo saw the king of Jiuli on the grassland for the first time in his life, his expression was tense, and his palm always held the hilt of the sword, far less than the one in front of him who was carrying a halberd, and leisurely riding a horse was like a general Wang Li who was going out in early spring.

glanced around, and said in his heart that if the two armies fought, Wuyangu and Wang Li would inevitably face each other, and at that time, he might be able to make a surprise soldier and raid and kill the King of Jiuli on this grassland.

The other party's cultivation is not much higher than his own, as long as he goes all out, he has a great chance of success.

But at this moment, the ground shook again, and when I looked up, the barbarian cavalry in front of me did not move.

Wu Yangu glanced towards the south, his expression was a little complicated, then he turned to look back, and shouted loudly: "General Wang, see you in the big battle another day!"

As he spoke, the thunder sounded, and countless bow-leading soldiers loosened their bowstrings, and the rain of arrows poured down towards Liyang's army, densely packed, like flying locusts covering the sky.

These 10,000 people, worthy of the elite of perennial training, raised the thick wooden shield as fast as possible, and waited for the rain of arrows to fall, and after a fluffy sound, except for a few soldiers who were unfortunately shot by feathered arrows through the gaps in the shield, there was almost no damage.

But after the rain of arrows passed, the cavalry led by Wu Yangu had already gone away, leaving only flying smoke and dust.

Li Wenshuo stood in front of the formation, looking at the black-armored general standing quietly on his horse in front of him, he didn't speak, and the two of them were surrounded by broken feather arrows, and the withered yellow arrow shafts were like weeds.