The results of the two busy days of the suffering little monk made everyone's hearts very excited.

Seeing that the water area at the mouth of the gourd has become a huge staircase, each staircase is like a huge pool, although simple, it looks extraordinary.

On this day, the whole army of the Muzi battalion had breakfast, and then they were in their places, under the leadership of Liu Chen and others, standing quietly on the high slope, looking down at the looming bursts of cooking smoke in the distance, at this time, the barbarian battalion was making breakfast.

"They won't notice the strangeness of the river, right?" asked Liu Chen, standing on a high place without looking back.

"Don't worry, general!" The little monk's face was full of excitement, and his body trembled a little: "I didn't completely cut off the river, at the edge of each cistern, I asked someone to dig some holes, and the water flow is still gentle, they can't find anything abnormal!"

Liu Chen nodded lightly, looked up at the sky, the morning sun hidden in the clouds was a little dazzling, he squinted his eyes, and said with a somewhat solemn face: "The Governor said that there will be a southwest wind today, seeing that the sun is about to rise, if there is no wind, Wu Tong's side is estimated to be in danger!"

"Amitabha!" The ascetic lightly twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and said indifferently: "Yes, if there is no fire cover, Wu Tong's army will inevitably become the target of the barbarians, if he has any mistakes, even if he kills the barbarian king, we will still lose this battle!"

"Wait!" Liu Chen was noncommittal, raised his hand and tightened his armor and said: "If there is no wind by then, let's hurry up, make a big noise, and try to cover them!"

Everyone nodded, there is no objection to this, the importance of the young master of the Sword Sect is not comparable to anyone, to put it mildly, the entire Muzi Battalion of 15,000 people combined, can not be worth a hair of Wu Tong, if something happens to Wu Tong, even the emperor, it is estimated that he will not dare to carry the anger from the Sword Sect, that is the future holy master of Weizhou, the only heir of the Sword Sect, he has to have something, this world in Kyushu, can only be in chaos.

When it was noon, the sky was still like that, the sun was still half-hidden in the clouds, Liu Chen squinted slightly, saw the front from a distance, and floated a wisp of weeds, the weeds floated in the air, like a rootless ping, constantly undulating, floating, and finally, it slowly fell on Liu Chen's shoulder armor, withered leaves, gently scraping Liu Chen's face.

It's coming from the southwest!

Liu Chen smiled slightly, and suddenly raised the spear in his hand, the fifteen thousand soldiers of the Muzi Battalion were suddenly shocked, and the armor rattled, and at that moment, on the field in the distance, there were bursts of drums, and the drums were monstrous, directly disappearing the half of the sun in the sky!

"Open the floodgates!"

"Open the floodgates!"

"Open the floodgates!"

The military orders were spread far away, and after a while, the sound of violent water sounded on the mountain, one ring after another, and the water became bigger and bigger, like the wild dragon, with a roar, with a roar, and went straight to the barbarian camp in the distance.

"Muzi Battalion! Forward!" With Liu Chen's order, on the slope of Hulukou, the earth-shattering cry tore through the silence under the snowy mountain, birds came out of the forest, and war horses galloped.

"Fight, fight! Sons and grandsons of Dimensity, for victory, for glory, for the homeland under our feet!

At the end of the Heishui Plain, which had been quiet for a long time, the Sanggan River valley had been pretending for countless days and nights, and finally, in the early winter of the eleventh year of the Apocalypse, the horn of the decisive battle of the human race against the barbarian invasion war sounded, and the red color from all directions covered the sky and completely annihilated the barrenness of the great northwest.

At this moment, the barbarian camp was full of wails and shouts, and the monstrous flood directly broke the barrier in the north of the camp, and its south was already a sea of fire, and all the barbarians were embarrassed.

Liu Chen leaned over and stuck to the star-chasing horse, and rushed straight to the barbarian camp first, his cold face covered his cold and handsome face, less than a hundred steps away, he seemed to see the fear and despair in the eyes of those barbarians, it was this fear and despair that made his young body suddenly hot.

"Those who offend me in the Great Summer will be punished even if they are far away! Those who deceive me in the Great Summer will die even if they are fierce!"

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!" The archers hastily organized by the barbarian Beiying did not cause much damage to the wooden characters, a few breaths of time, Liu Chen had already killed in front of the barbarian formation, and the star-chasing horse neighed and jumped up, Liu Chen tightened the reins and condescended to be a sweep, and a dozen or so good heads were cut off by him head-on, and the morale of the wooden battalion was suddenly greatly boosted, like a tiger entering a flock, and pounced fiercely on the heart of the barbarian.

Killed into the barbarian camp, the ascetic held a long stick with eyebrows, and has been covering on the left side of Liu Chen, on the right side of Liu Chen, is Ji Huan who is holding a halberd, two qi refining masters entered the enemy formation, as if entering a no-man's land, for a time they actually killed the barbarians in the northern camp without the power to fight back.

The large camp, which stretched for dozens of miles, was already full of killings, and the main force of the barbarians was also fighting hard at the gate of Dongying against the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry led by Wu Feng, the Duke of Weiguo.

The wooden battalion rushed very quickly under the leadership of Liu Chen, and in a blink of an eye, it was vaguely possible to see the big tent of the Chinese army in the middle, located in the south of the big tent, the Xuanjia vanguard led by Wu Tong relied on the fire, but the fight was in full swing, and Liu Chen's wooden battalion complemented each other.

Liu Chen saw that Wu Tong in the distance was already covered in blood, and the long knife was danced by him so impenetrable that the blade reached, and countless barbarians drank and hated the head of the owl, it seems that Wu Tong really did not use all his strength on himself before Hangu Pass, otherwise, the victory or defeat at that time really has to be said. As soon as Wu Tong and the Xuanjia Pioneer arrived, they instantly attracted the attention of all the barbarians, and the pressure on the side of the Muzi Battalion was suddenly greatly reduced, and Liu Chen's people were even more comfortable with their killing.

"Liu Chen of the Muzi Camp is here!Who dares to fight me to the death!" Liu Chen, who was so killed, violently slashed a barbarian general with a spear, and immediately entered the formation and roared angrily at the barbarians in the distance.

"Little thief! I don't know how thick the sky is!" As soon as the words fell, a barbarian youth rushed out of the crowd in the distance, the young man was extremely fierce, and his coquettish armor made Liu Chen stunned in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of the same incomparable Jin Ruoshui, just looking at the momentum of this barbarian youth, he was much better than Jin Ruoshui.

"Who is coming, a nobody!" Liu Chen was vigilant in his heart, put away the spear, and pulled out the Qiushui sword in his right hand, he suffered a loss in the battle with Jin Ruoshui last time, this time, he no longer used the gun, and directly used the sword, wanting to kill this person quickly.

"Jin Lichuan, come to take your dog's life!" The barbarian young man roared angrily, and then brandished his halberd and rushed over, his words shocked Liu Chen and the ascetic to tremble, and almost didn't fall off the horse, and the little monk who was fishing in troubled waters not far away was even more embarrassed, and said dumbfounded: "How come there is still a Jin Lechuan, how many Jin Lechuan does this barbarian have?"