With the charge of the Xiang army, the entire air instantly flew arrows like locusts, and in the dense rain of arrows from South Vietnam, there were constantly Xiang troops being shot off their horses, but there was no attachment to life in their eyes, and their faces were still burning with a roaring battle intent until death!

Seeing their falling companions, these Xiangjun men bowed their horses, clenched the iron spears shining with cold light in their hands, and the treasure horses under their crotches seemed to be able to understand the meaning of their masters, and their hooves rushed straight to the South Vietnamese battle formation in front of them like thunder!

At this moment, the people of the Xiangjun had forgotten their wives and children at home, forgot their parents with frosty temples, and just glanced at the majestic Zhennanguan behind them!

As long as I am alive, no South Vietnamese sergeant will be able to set foot in half an inch of Xiangjing!

The wave of the Xiangjun army like a black Jiao suddenly crashed into the South Vietnamese battle array, and the fierce battle was filled with high ice waves, and the sound of swords and guns colliding was heard in the field, and the calm and clear snow suddenly turned into a whirling and furious Shura field.

Everywhere there were splatters of blood, suffocating the lives of the soldiers of both armies. In just one breath, this breath of slaughter makes people feel chilled.

On the vast snowfield in front of Zhennan Pass, this ultimate decisive battle of hundreds of thousands of troops has been a tragic and catastrophe full of blood.

Seeing the rout of the South Vietnamese sergeants, and watching the battle formation in front of him continue to be broken through, Tang Fangyan shouted anxiously: "Liu Shi, quickly take the third column to resist that gap for me!"

"Commander, General Liu has been killed by an arrow from Frost and Snow before, and he died heroically!" said a bloodied herald in South Vietnam, with grief on his face.

Tang Fangyan was stunned when he heard this, clenched his left fist, and gritted his teeth and said: "The order is given, abandon the previous battle formation, and surround and kill the most fierce offensive of the Xiang army, I don't believe that his 200,000 remnants of the army will be able to make waves!"

As the herald left, Tang Fangyan shook the spear in his hand to the ground and scolded: "It's ridiculous!"

What shocked him was that the remaining 200,000 Xiang troops had actually smashed their heavy troops to pieces, and the battle formation that had been set up before had not yet been effective, and it had been broken open by the iron cavalry.

Tang Fangyan looked at the area where Li Xuan and Song Qingyun were fighting, while he was looking at Li Xuan, the rest of the light had been staring at the three figures on the upper floor of Zhennan Guancheng, and his heart gradually sank.

The bow momentum of the frost and snow still did not stop, but each arrow was only aimed at the cultivators of South Vietnam, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bowstring, and every brilliant arrow shadow would take away a life!

These cultivators in the South Vietnamese army are all the elites he has cultivated with great effort over the past 20 years, and they are also the secret methods of South Vietnam! But in less than half a pillar of incense, more than half of these people have already been killed or wounded!

Listen to the rain and sleep with frost and snow!

Tang Fangyan's face was cloudy, and he had realized that because of the deterrence of frost and snow, many soldiers in South Vietnam had risen to retreat, and the tide of counteroffensive had also declined significantly.

He really couldn't understand why Han Shuangxue followed Li Xuan so resolutely, wasn't he afraid of the insults of the people of South Vietnam?!

As the Xiang army broke through the formation, the sound of crossbow arrows had stopped. In the cold wind, there were bursts of swords and guns fighting, the light of the rising sun reflected on the iron armor of the Xiang army, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was heard.

Lu Ziyi looked at the battle in the field, the haze of defeat a few days ago made him have tears in his eyes at this moment, twisted his waist fiercely and beat the drum again, and the dull drum sound slowly echoed.

Since the start of the war, in the face of those accusations from South Vietnam, the generals who crossed the river did not know how much pressure they were carrying!

Hearing the big drum on the city tower, one of the lieutenant generals of the Xiang army shouted angrily: "Xiang army iron cavalry, charge! Pick the head of the Tang dialect for me!" After speaking, he galloped on horseback, directly stepped over the head of the South Vietnamese soldiers in the front, jumped several feet, and charged to kill!

This Zhonglang kicked his legs, the whole person stood on horseback, and the guns in both hands fiercely picked forward, piercing the back of a South Vietnamese soldier in front of him with a shoulder strap, and blood splashed into the sky, pouring him all over.

Seeing that the horse was about to fall to the ground with a neighing sound, apparently the leg was cut off by the South Vietnamese scimitar, the man with a look of hatred, turned over and jumped down, the spear flipped forward, and picked off a South Vietnamese sergeant.

Seeing this, the five soldiers next to him pounced on them with fierce faces, as if they were surrounded!

At this moment, a scimitar had been inserted into his leg, and blood was splattered!

Zhonglang Jiang's eyes were full of blood, and he directly snatched the shield of the person in front of him with his left hand, and slapped it on the head fiercely, shocking him. At the same time, the spear in his right hand made another U-turn, and slashed vertically down the door of the last man's head. The five South Vietnamese soldiers fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, convulsing incessantly.

This Zhonglang will show ruthlessness, pull out the scimitar on his thigh directly, and the tip of the knife will raise the sky and shout:

"Xiangjun Erlang, charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more South Vietnamese soldiers surrounded him again and charged and killed.

The iron cavalry of the Xiang army was like a storm, and the entire South Vietnamese battle formation was shattered!

The current South Vietnamese soldiers can no longer talk about any formation, and with the order of Tang Fangyan, everyone is fighting in hand-to-hand combat without any rules. Countless soldiers fell in every breath.

The blood all over the ground stained the whole earth red. This is not a battle of tens of thousands, but a decisive battle with almost a million troops!

Looking at the tragic battlefield, Tang Fangyan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and looked up at the morning sun shining on the red snowfield, and the countless swords and guns were about to shake his eyes!

In the current chaotic war situation, no matter what military orders he issued in the Tang dialect, they were like sinking into the sea, and they couldn't set off the slightest wave. He stood under the banner of the South Vietnamese Army, and he only felt a chill in his heart, as if he recalled the majestic figure that overturned the Southern Tang Dynasty twenty years ago!

Looking at the earth-shattering decisive battle below, his hometown felt a little heavy, and said to the frost and snow beside him: "In such a war, I don't know how many innocent lives will die...... After all, as the war progresses, countless creatures die every breath that passes.

Han Shuangxue shook his head slowly, there was a coldness in his eyes, and he said lightly: "War has always been to speak with life! Mercy has no meaning for soldiers, and in troubled times, how can there be any innocent words......"

Lu Ziyi heard that his body was shocked, and there was a look of pride in his eyes: "When my King Xiang was alive, it was a peaceful and prosperous world!"

Frost Snow exhaled softly: "Now you are still Li Xuan......"

When he heard this, his face was thoughtful, and he looked at Li Xuan again......

Since Li Xuan arrived, the men of the Xiangjun army took the initiative to avoid the battle between Xiao Shizi and Song Qingyun

Seeing the changes in Song Qingyun's body, Li Xuan instantly understood what was happening, the light of the moon in his hand burst out, and the shot was the Drifting Rain Sword Technique, and the whole person rushed straight over like a thunderbolt.

The vision of the Tianyu Array had already caused many South Vietnamese soldiers to abandon their armor and say in fear: "Is this an immortal......?"

In the face of Li Xuan's fierce attack, Song Qingyun had no waves, his eyes were gray, he didn't have the idea of temporarily avoiding the edge, his feet shook, and the eruption of spiritual power cyclone shook all the snow on the ground nearby, and he raised his hand is a palm wave, and countless black qi visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed in the palm of his hand, and slapped Li Xuan fiercely.

Under the nervous gaze of many soldiers, the two collided abruptly in the next moment.

"Boom!"

The eruption of spiritual power fluctuations swept away pieces of edelweiss, and after the handover, Li Xuan slowly turned around, his sword had already left a large black hole on Song Qingyun's body.

Song Qingyun stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and countless sounds of breath continued to gather from the corpses in the field, pouring into Song Qingyun's body, causing bursts of white ripples in the air, making his whole person's momentum soar suddenly! That evil feeling suddenly rose from his body, and in half a breath, the injury on his chest had healed as before!

"Hiss~"

Seeing this scene, Tang Fangyan actually bit off the tip ......of his tongue when he lost his mind, even if he was stupid, he understood that Song Qingyun was a foreign race!