Although war is such a thing as a surprise, but now this situation in which the two sides are facing each other head-on, scouts are everywhere, and as soon as there is any disturbance on both sides, it will be discovered immediately.

Just like what Emperor Taizu said to his subordinates when he was fighting the world, for you strategists, when you have exhausted all your strategies, in the end, only a warrior-like duel can end everything.

The two sides fought in battle, hundreds of thousands of people in iron armor lined up, the horse's hooves fell to the ground, and the earth began to tremble.

Wang Li stood on the horse, holding a halberd in his hand, the blood-colored big bulge waving in the wind, and behind him was Xie Siyuan, who was also standing on the horse, and his hands were covering a two-zhang high banner with all his might.

Behind them were a full 50,000 cavalry, and behind the cavalry were 100,000 iron-clad foot soldiers, who lined up here, and the noses of the horses spewed out long white gas, rising like low clouds.

A mile ahead, there were the Black Thorn Cavalry, flanked by mounted archers, and behind were tens of thousands of cavalrymen wearing scimitars and wearing white stalks, and then the black crowd.

At this time, even the masters of the army breaking realm also joined the battlefield, they did not get on the horse, but wandered on the edge of the battlefield, choosing their own suitable opportunity to rush into it.

If the other party had 10,000 Black Thorn cavalry, Wang Li thought that this war would definitely be lost, but now, there were less than 2,000 black cavalry left.

With a dull trumpet and a dense drum beat, the horses began to charge.

This is by no means the first time Xie Siyuan has stepped on the battlefield, but it is the first time he has held a big banner behind Wang Li.

He still had a long knife at his waist, but he didn't move, he controlled the horse with one hand and held the banner with the other, he only needed to charge behind Wang Li, where the banner was, everyone would come one after another.

This banner is indeed more important than his life.

On the battlefield, the sound of gold and iron clashing, the sound of horses neighing, and the sound of screaming were swept up to the sky by the wind, and brought to their ears by the wind.

He didn't dare to think about how many people would die in this battle, he didn't squint, the reins in his hand were clenched, and he watched Wang Li swing the halberd in front of him, and in an instant, several black thorn armors were smashed into scrap metal, and with another wave, dozens of corpses were thrown off the horse.

Xie Siyuan raised his hand, his fingers trembling a little.

His cheeks were already moist, of course, not tears, but blood, the blood of the enemy, when Wang Li could charge on the battlefield, no one was allowed to approach this banner, but he could not stop the blood from spilling on his body.

It seems that you can feel the tangible and qualitative aura of slaughter and sadness and despair on the opposite battlefield.

The sound of horses' hooves is fast from far and near.

Xie Siyuan was stunned for a moment, at this time, the battlefield was full of war horses, and the sound of horses' hooves was by no means unusual, but this hoof sound was like thunder, and it was a fierce horse with the best horses.

He squinted slightly, knowing that Wang Li had also encountered a tricky enemy.

Suddenly, he turned his head sideways, and saw a white-robed and armored light horse rushing towards him, he knew that face, it was Tie Yan, that heroic and abnormal barbarian boy, at this moment he was holding a scimitar in his hand, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

Xie Siyuan suddenly realized that there was no self in the other party's eyes, and his goal was the banner in his hand!

The cold rays of iron staggered, and the sound of steel colliding stimulated people's eardrums.

At the last moment, Xie Siyuan pulled out the long knife at his waist, his knife was very steady, and in an instant, it blocked Tie Yan's stab from diagonally below.

The two sides staggered, stopped, Tie Yan's face was a little surprised, just glanced at each other, and shouted loudly: "Who is that person on the horse?"

"Liyang Xie Siyuan!"

"I remember you!"

After speaking, Tie Yan rushed into the crowd with a scimitar, and Xie Siyuan also continued to hold the banner with one hand, closely following behind Wang Li, just a horse's head away.

The speed at which the masters of the Breaking Army Realm killed people was very fast and conspicuous, so they soon began to meet and involve each other, and there was an absolute vacuum within a radius of dozens of zhang, and no one on either side wanted to get involved in their battle.

Xie Siyuan didn't know how long he had been running, but he knew that he was surrounded by cavalry at first, then infantry, and then not even infantry, only a middle-aged man with a silver bow remained.

The man stood on a horse, letting the horse run quickly, but he stood still, drawing his bow and arrow, even if it was not the target of this arrow, Xie Siyuan still felt the hairs on his body stand up, and he only felt that he would die in the next moment.

The moment he saw this person, Xie Siyuan instantly tightened the reins, and the war horse man stood up, but finally stopped.

The battle of this realm is far from being able to participate in it.

He let out a low shout, and threw the big flag in his hand fiercely to the horse, instantly sinking into the ground three feet, and in the strong wind, the big flag was waving in the wind, and the hunting sounded.

He turned his horse's head and turned around and rushed into battle.

The war lasted for a whole hour, and blood was everywhere, except for the masters of the Broken Army Realm, they could still fight vertically and horizontally, even the Xuanche Grandmaster who was a little lower in the realm would be killed instantly in the torrent of steel that was crushed in this instant.

The Black Thorn Cavalry has been surrounded into the battle formation, the infantry spear formation is the nemesis of the cavalry, and when the war horse runs, the Black Thorn Cavalry may be able to ignore the battle formation, but their speed has been slowed down now.

They have fallen into a pre-arranged trap, and everything is moving in the direction of victory.

Although it was morning, the sun had already risen and the battle was in full swing, and no one noticed that a layer of mist gradually rose between the fields.

Slowly, the mist became thicker and thicker, enough to block the view, and a foot in front of him was a miserable white.

Even the most sluggish person is reacting at this moment.

People stopped fighting, looked around, panicked, raised their heads, and the sun that was still hanging high in the sky could not see a shadow at this time.

It's just fog, how can you hide the sun?

Suddenly there was a crisp bell in the thick fog, the battlefield was huge, but this bell was easy to ring in everyone's ears, the people who heard the bell were even more panicked, they shouted, but even the sound seemed to be blocked by the thick fog.

Xie Siyuan was also terrified in his heart, he rode his horse and looked around, but he couldn't find the bell, and the world around him was also a miserable white, although he could see a place or two around him, but there was no one in it.

There was nothing but the sound of bells.

All the army breakers have complicated expressions, some are angry, some are curious, and some have disdainful banter in their eyes, this thick fog can seal the five senses of ordinary people, but it can't seal them.

Because they don't look at the world with their eyes in many cases.

Old man Song sneered and said to himself: "Qimen Dunjia, it's really remarkable to be able to perform such a large-scale battle without the old man's knowledge. ”

Wang Li frowned slightly, although he knew that things would not be so simple and direct, but he was still a little unclear So, this dense fog was really caused by the enemy?

But what's the point?

It wasn't just Liyang's soldiers who were sealed off in the thick fog.

The wind chimes became more and more urgent, the thick fog gradually dispersed, and gradually faded, and the people saw the enemies and companions around them clearly, but they did not fight immediately, their eyes were confused, and they looked in the direction from which the bell came, and spontaneously made a way, and then fell to the ground.

Wang Li also looked over.

The man was dressed in a black coat, riding on a handsome red horse, holding a string of bone flutes in his hand, and he was drowsy, as if he might fall off the horse at any moment.

But the most attractive thing was the two men walking in front of the horse, one behind the other, who were dressed exactly the same, nearly a foot tall, and in the daytime, their heads and faces were covered with cloth, and they held torches in one hand and spirit-calling flags full of wind chimes in the other.

The bell in the fog is the silver bell on the spirit flag.

It's just that one person is dressed in black cloth, and one person is dressed in white cloth.

Wherever they went, the crowd slowly knelt down about ten feet in front of them, and without the slightest hesitation, everyone saw them.

Watching them gradually approach, the crowd gradually separated, and then knelt down, Xie Siyuan suddenly had a huge fear in his heart, I don't know why, his hand was obviously holding the knife, but he couldn't have the slightest intention to fight.

He was not a person who was afraid of death, but at the moment he was trembling with fear, and he felt that even if he really had the courage to walk in front of those three people, he would never be able to wave the knife in his hand.

He was afraid to kneel down himself.

I can't describe the feeling of oppression that came to him, and in just a few breaths, his sweat was wet with cold sweat, and he almost lost his strength.

"What people!"

Wang Li shouted, his voice pierced through the golden cracking stone, and countless people raised their heads to wake up, but there were still countless people with confused eyes and five bodies to the ground.

The three of them stopped, and the person on the horseback made a sound, and said with a smile: "It's General Wang Li who is facing it?" Hehe, that's right, this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, except for you, there are few martial artists in the world. ”

The rangers, who were a little far away, began to bend their bows and arrows, and countless arrows fell to the ground like raindrops, but the old man did not move immediately, but the black-clothed giant man standing in front of the horse waved the spirit banner in the air impenetrable, which actually sealed all the angles in the surrounding airspace and shot down all the arrows, which was quite a bit of Li Wenshuo's invincibility in front of him.

Wang Li snorted coldly, did not speak, the halberd was at his side, his body was slightly bowed, and he was about to start riding his horse to charge, for him, anyway, the person who came was friend or foe, and it was much more convenient to kill him directly.

But now there was one more person in front of him.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and tall, dressed in purple, suddenly appeared on the battlefield in this way, and appeared a hundred feet away from the king's horse.

With a smile on his face, he paced forward, whispering softly in his mouth, his voice was initially low, and after more than ten zhang, it gradually rose up, and the listeners all stopped and stood up, at a loss.

"The dead are not dead, the living are not alive, live in fear, and the sword is added!"