It was noon, and the scorching sun was in the sky.

The cruelty of war is difficult to describe in detail.

This is a fierce scuffle, the slightest carelessness will lead to death, and from then on, everyone in the world is full of enthusiasm, using all their strength, tirelessly, and working hard for their own lives or beliefs.

On the small battlefield in a circle of several miles south of Fangling City, nearly 40,000 people gathered.

Zhang Zhihai commanded 20,000 elites, several lieutenant generals and a group of young Zhuang faction, and his combat power was not bad. Li Wuchang's 7,000 men, including 3,000 elites, and the other 4,000 have also been mixed on the battlefield, and they are by no means rookies on the battlefield, at least they know some routines, and they absolutely obey orders. The bandits from all walks of life add up to more than 12,000, and their combat power and organizational strength are limited.

Although Li Wuchang's number is small, it is the most nourishing at this time.

Wei Xin, Yang Su, and Zhao Xun each led 2,000 men to rush and kill on the flanks, trying to make this pool of water more muddy. Cao Hao led a 200 obscene squad to make trouble in the rear, and the detonators bombarded everywhere, screaming everywhere they went. And Li Wuchang led Jiang Minglun and Shi Feng to lead seven hundred guards masters to charge head-on, directly facing Zhang Zhihai.

The kings of each mountain fight their own battles.

Hou Sifeng bore the brunt of the attack, he was the first to raise the banner against Zhang Zhihai, and now there is no way out, rather than waiting to be killed by Li Wuchang, it is better to go out and kill a bloody road directly.

He has 1,500 sons under him, the number is not small, but the combat power is average, in the face of Mu Tianfeng's strong suppression, it gradually declined, but he himself is finally a rare master, and he did not give up lightly, and fought Mu Tianfeng to the death with the good hands around him, killing him all over with blood and not the slightest decline.

Qi Xing, Bian Zhiqi, and Xiao Mingyue, the situation of the three powerful mountain kings is not much better than Hou Sifeng, and their sons are extremely sensitive, and many of them have not even found their own position.

Inside, Zhang Zhihai's generals and other mountain kings suspected that they were Li Wuchang's internal responses, and they were all guarding against them.

Outside, Li Wuchang's people didn't contact them at all, they just shouted and screamed at the top of their throats, and roasted them on the fire.

"Brothers, Qi Xing, Bian Zhiqi, and Xiao Mingyue are the internal response of the French Shuai Army, don't hurt them by mistake!"

"Brother Qi, Brother Bian, Brother Xiao, although you can rest assured, our law commander is full of words, and he said that 100,000 taels is 100,000 taels!"

"If you want to move Brother Qi, have you ever asked us the Fa Shuai Army?"

Such words made the three of them speechless, and they felt that they were not human inside and out.

In this case, they can't control so much, the only thing they can rely on is the sword in their hands, no matter who he is, as long as he dares to stand in the way, he will be hacked to death directly, and he will kill a bloody path first and then talk about others.

Zhang Zhihaiming's anger in his heart can be imagined for such a scuffle situation.

Although he was not optimistic about this trip to Fangling, he did not expect things to develop to such a point at all.

If this situation continues, the entire army is likely to collapse, but there is nothing he can do.

He has 20,000 elites under his command, and they are not a group of elites, all of whom have rolled in Shuofang and Wuyuan, and can fight back and forth with the brutal and abnormal Huns, and the combat power can be imagined.

However, war is so unpredictable that there is no way to deal with it.

The siege situation, which was not bad in the first place, was turned into a pot of eight-treasure porridge with arsenic by Li Wuchang with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, which was completely messed up.

Thinking back to the beginning, Li Wuchang only had 600 descendants, just a small figure worth mentioning, no one took it seriously, even if he gathered tens of thousands of people in just a few months, even if he was too powerful to destroy Fang Ling, and even took Fangling City unusually neatly, but there are still many generals who have led the army for many years and do not think that Li Wuchang has much ability, thinking that he is at best a mountain king who is a little more powerful than others.

I only understood after trying it.

Zhang Zhihai now knew why there were many civil officials in the court and why Li Wuchang was listed as a second-tier threat, which was enough to be compared with giants such as the Hanshui Gang, the Tianluo Gang, and Zuo Qian.

Li Wuchang's potential is indeed amazing, and in time, he may really be able to become a giant like the Hanshui Gang and dominate one side.

"Give it to me, kill Lucifer first!"

Zhang Zhihai couldn't care about the chaotic troops anymore, he only had one thought, and that was to kill Li Wuchang.

As long as the leader of Li Wuchang is killed, then this trip to Fangling will not be a failure.

"Hahaha......"

Li Wuchang swept over the three good hands with a knife, and said, "Yo, Lao Zhang, are you annoyed and angry?"

"The thief is looking for death!"

Zhang Zhihai shouted with a gloomy face, swung his sword to pick up the reckless blade that rushed towards him, quickly rushed forward a few steps, and then turned slightly, dodging Li Wuchang's arc-shaped sword wind, and the long sword trembled.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sword aura filled the air, and the killing machine overflowed.

Two sword qi sealed Li Wuchang's left and right, and three sword qi slammed straight into the vital part of Li Wuchang's chest, which was extremely powerful.

Zhang's swordsmanship may not be particularly clever, but it can be passed down for so long, it must have its uniqueness, and Zhang Zhihai is used to mixing old fritters on the battlefield.

Li Wuchang remained calm and did not regret waving a cross to break the wind.

Energetic Strike!

With a muffled "bang", Li Wuchang did not retreat but advanced, slashing at the tip of Zhang Zhihai's sword with one sword, and then floated to the left wing, and the two swords flew away from the two guards who rushed towards him.

Red shadows flashed.

Both guards let out heart-rending screams and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

The wise people in their eyes saw it clearly, just now it was Li Wuchang who followed the guards who flew upside down, and quickly raised two kicks and kicked them in the lower abdomen.

"Lao Zhang, have you taken it?" Li Wuchang smiled, and after a mockery, he turned around and floated towards Zhang Zhihai, slashing vertically.

The sword wind changed from small to large, and the dark red seemed to contain the evil aura of the forest, which was terrifying and abnormal.

"General, flash mob!"

Xu Moushi roared wildly, he has been guarding Zhang Zhihai, at this time Li Wuchang started a state of rampage, making it clear that no one can stop him, and he wants to kill Zhang Zhihai, there is no way, it is worth helping Zhang Zhihai block the knife.

Poof, poof......

Xu Moushi spurted out two mouthfuls of blood on the spot, retreated seven or eight steps in a row, his face became pale, his calves trembled, and he couldn't stand firm at all, his strength was not low, but he still couldn't take Li Wuchang's full strength.

"Old Xu!" Zhang Zhihai let out a sad cry, and immediately jumped to Xu Moushi's side, his palm against the back of his heart, and injected a true qi to help him stabilize his injury.

"General, don't waste your strength, I'm fine, I can't die for the time being......" Xu Moushi's face instantly returned to blood.

"It's really hard to be a brother, I'm a little embarrassed!" Li Wuchang sneered and swung his knife again.

The unrepentant in his hand has turned into a bloodthirsty blade.

Invincible!