Beifeng Jingxue rushed out first, and the wave of five thousand iron hoofs surged up.

However, the direction they were running was not where the reinforcements came, but retreated in the opposite direction.

Chai Wanren had been ordered before departure, and at this moment he had to follow Song Beiming's commander-in-chief.

Although he didn't understand why he retreated at this time, the novice battalion he led ran wherever the handsome flag pointed.

The three thousand forwards immediately abandoned the battle and retreated quickly.

Even if a soldier saw a familiar enemy on the battlefield, when he heard the commander's military order, with absolute discipline and obedience, he picked up his knife and retreated at full speed.

The soldiers with shields also discarded their shields.

The battlefield was in complete disarray.

The soldiers and horses from the Gushiguan Barracks came in mighty force. There were 30,000 people stationed in the camp, and 20,000 people came from this line.

They had to take a few carts of alcohol from the Fuchengguan military camp before, and the officers detained a lot of alcohol, and there was not much alcohol left to distribute to ordinary soldiers. As a result, only a few thousand soldiers drank alcohol.Guyaguan barracks escaped unharmed.

The leader of the army is Yan Gu, the leader of Guyaguan.

This man is Di Xiao's number one fierce general, slightly inferior in intelligence and resourcefulness to Di Xiao, but higher in military strength than Di Xiao, with natural supernatural power, he is the number one warrior in Mo Di.

This person has always been defiant, except for a little restraint in front of Maharaja and Di Xiao, he doesn't give anyone face. He scolds and sprays everyone he meets, which is extremely arrogant.

Yan Gu led the troops to arrive and saw the Fucheng barracks on fire, first he mocked the Da Jing people for their tricks, but when he saw the Da Jing soldiers abandon their shields and run away when they saw him coming, he was even more disdainful.

Seeing the more than 2,000 axe soldiers who survived the fire and the Canglong Saber, Yan Gu asked harshly, "Where's Ba Tai?"

"General Ba..." Some of the soldiers wept, while others faltered, "General Ba died in battle."

Yan Gu was startled, and said with an incredulous and disgusted expression: "Beheaded?"

The soldiers nodded in embarrassment.

"This is the first General Mo Di beheaded by the people of Dajing in thirty years." Yan Gu said, "It's a disgrace."

Yan Gu didn't talk nonsense anymore, he looked at the 10,000 fleeing Canglong Army and snorted coldly, and galloped out.

The 20,000 solitary arrow troops ran out of the tremor of thunder, the flying snow was knocked into chaos, and the accumulated snow was stepped out of the snow fog.

In their eyes, the Dajing people who dared to trespass into Mo Di's land were here to die.

Burned food, still want to run?

Don't think about it!

Yan Gu has been on the battlefield for more than ten years without a defeat. As long as his army has mopped up Da Jing County, he will do everything from massacres to robbery.

Both he and his soldiers regard Dajing people as worthless and Rufu.

At this time, they cursed wildly, chasing the Dajing soldiers who "fleeing away", with greedy and vicious expressions on their faces.

"Da Jing dog, run faster!" They walked the Da Jing soldier like a dog, "Grandpa's knife is coming!"

The solitary arrow soldiers showed their yellow teeth and fleshy faces. They hissed and laughed, and they got closer and closer to the Canglong Army.

Yan Gu showed the arrogance that was inevitable in the ever-shrinking distance, he opened his mouth to laugh, and took off the heavy bow from his back.

His arm strength is astonishing, he can pull Mo Di's heaviest hard bow, this hard bow that can show his identity was bestowed by the Maharaja, named "Fulong Bow", the bow strength is as much as twelve stones, except for him, no one elsePeople can pull away.

"Young Lord Song." Yan Gu aimed a heavy arrow at Song Beiming on the back of a galloping horse, "Everyone wants your head, and now it's mine."

The soldiers around Yan Gu immediately cheered when they saw that Fulong's bow was full.

"General Yan's arrows are flawless!"

"Little Prince Song must pay the head!"

"Hahaha, it's not just the Western Region that has taken the head of Song Beiming. Beiyuan is ours!"

Fulong's bowstring was loosened, the sound of piercing through the air suddenly sounded, and the heavy arrow rushed through the snow.

Cheers and the sound of piercing the sky were mixed in the whistling wind and snow. Song Beiming's five senses were sensitive. At this moment, the spiritual platform was silent, and the moment the arrow tip arrived, he tumbled down.

The figure on the horse's back disappeared in an instant, Song Beiming grabbed the reins tightly, hung it beside the horse's belly, put one hand on the ground for strength, and jumped up again in an instant.

Yan Gu saw Song Zishuai's figure disappear, thinking he had succeeded, he burst out laughing.

Gu Ya Bing cheered repeatedly, and some people even started to shout "Great Victory".

However, the next moment, the figure of the coach on Beifeng Jingxue's horse reappeared like a ghost, and Song Beiming even had time to look back and make a provocative gesture to the rear.

Yan Gu has never missed a shot, this is a great humiliation to him, he cursed: "Little Huang Mao Song, take your life!"

Yan Gu fired three more arrows in a row, Song Beiming cleverly dodged the first two arrows, and for the third arrow he simply shot a horse instead.

Song Beiming guessed the direction, he jumped off the horse, Beifeng Jingxue swooped down under the force of his palm when he left, kneeled on his knees neighing, the heavy arrow flew past the horse's neck, and dropped a handful of manehair.

Song Beiming sprinted a few steps in the snow, he blew his whistle, the north wind startled the snow and stood up again, and ran towards Song Beiming.

Song Beiming got back on his horse again, and responded with a cruel owl head in the firelight.

This successfully angered Yan Gu, who yelled at the soldiers: "Aren't you fucking Mo Di cavalry?! If you can't catch up, I'll cut you off!"

Mo Di is rich in good horses, and the Lone Arrow Cavalry is Mo Di's fastest army. They are arrogant and look like no one in the west.They trampled on the land of the Western Region at will, and no Western Region army could catch up once.

The solitary arrow soldier swung his horsewhip hard, and the ferocious cavalry was only a stone's throw away from the Canglong Army in the blink of an eye.

Mo Di's cavalry drew their bows and arrows.

At this moment, the Song Zishuai flag in front of him suddenly turned, and the Canglong army split into two and separated to both sides.

At the same time, the signal hail that once showed great power in Beiyuan lit up in the night sky.

Red sparks rushed into the sky, pierced through the snow and fog, and scattered red light all over the sky.

The Canglong army lying in ambush hundreds of feet away got up from the snow, and the snow that fell off covered their boots.

The cavalry at the front let go of the horse's bit and jumped onto the horse's back.Thousands of cavalry rushed out first, followed by a special group of cavalry.

Fang Xun led the team of cavalry, showing unprecedented excitement.

His team of cavalry was unusual. The cavalry carried two-foot-long tubes on their backs. Under Fang Xun's instructions, the cavalry untied the black cloth on the outside, revealing the shiny cavalry cannon inside.

This cannon was made by Qin Ji according to the drawings drawn by Yan Xi, and a hundred of them were shipped to the Western Region half a month ago.

Fang Xun secretly trained the cavalry artillery according to Song Beiming's wishes. This was the first time cavalry artillery appeared on the battlefield.

At the end of the ambush, the heavy soldiers lifted the oilcloth, and the snow foam flew up, revealing thirty magical cannons, with their dark muzzles pointed in the direction of the Gushi army.

The second signal cannon exploded in the night sky.

Shi Yuan, as the general of the ambush army, understood Song Beiming's signal, and the ambush soldiers charged forward to the left, blocking the south path of the gushi soldiers.

At the same time, Song Beiming's scattered troops turned back to encircle them, and 8,000 of the 10,000 soldiers rushed northward.

Song Beiming only had 2,000 soldiers left, which seemed thin, but it contained the firecracker team that His Royal Highness watched very closely.

Song Beiming reined in his horse, and the firecrackers stopped tacitly, spread out to both sides in a line, divided into three rows, and blocked the east road.

The formation planned by Song Beiming has emerged. The Canglong army has divided into three pockets, leaving only the west road for the Mo Di soldiers, and at the end of the west is the Axe army camp that was engulfed in flames.

Yan Gu didn't know what Song Beiming was trying to sell, but he was used to being arrogant and looked down on the Da Jing cavalry.

Yan Gu's hearing ability was very good, he could tell that Da Jing's soldiers were only 20,000 people, and he was not afraid of Da Jing's same number of troops at all.

He saw that Da Jing was trying to surround him, but he knew the terrain better, there was no troops several times his strength, so he couldn't imagine surrounding him.

He didn't care at all.

Yan Gu wanted Song Beiming's head eagerly, and he raised his saber at Song Beiming from a distance, the movement was rude and barbaric, as if he wanted to take Song Beiming's head, but he was just picking something out.

Song Beiming was not angered.

"Hold the lantern." Song Beiming issued a new command, and the firecracker team behind him and Hanqi's team on the North Road lit red lanterns in turn.

The auspicious red lights meander in the night, like water snakes, bent into bright and bright lines, in the dark night, like some kind of ancient and mysterious ritual.

Song Beiming's voice was carried far away by Night Breeze: "Fire."

The first row of firecrackers roared in unison, sparks flew out, and the Mo Di soldiers within a hundred steps fell down.

Mo Dibing hadn't seen this thing yet, and was momentarily dazed, but the Canglong Army wouldn't give them a chance.

The farthest magic cannon heard the sound of firecrackers, and they knew it was time to show their talents. They were already on fire, and the stones and shells blasted by the thirty cannons drew beautiful arcs in the night sky, and all fell on the ground.Where there are no red lanterns.

At the moment when the cannon hit the ground, Fang Xun's cavalry cannon was also set up, covering it with more intensive firepower.

The Mo Di soldiers were blown to the ground, Yan Gu's proud aura was gone, and the soldiers' survival instincts scattered.

However, there are neat long swords in the north, firecrackers in the east, and artillery arrays in the south, so they can only run to the west.

Yan Gu scanned the four directions in the chaos, and his eyes finally stopped at the burning Fucheng military camp in the west.

The aroma of the wine is transpiring, and the snowy night in the grassland is smoked into a drunken fragrance.

But that is a sea of fire that eats people.

Yan Gu understood Song Beiming's intentions from the approach of the Canglong Army from three directions.

It turned out that Song Beiming had never thought of fighting horses with him from the beginning to the end. Song Beiming wanted to use artillery and sea of fire to bury Mo Di's two military camps.

"You sinister and cunning Prince Dajing." Yan Gu turned his horse's head and stared at Song Beiming's direction, "If I can't go back today, you have to be buried with me."

"Buried with you?" Song Beiming held up his sad wind and said with a sneer, "You don't deserve it."

Yan Gu identified the least number of people in Song Beiming's direction, and there is a coach there. As long as Song Beiming is taken down, there is still a chance to turn around.

He tried his best to organize the troops, and the war drums conveyed the military orders, arousing the will of the Mo Di soldiers shrouded in artillery fire.

The Modi grew up fighting, they learned to fight from birth, and they seldom felt afraid on the battlefield.

Cannons from the Canglong Army threw them into disarray, but after a long time, the tenacious fighting spirit of the surviving soldiers rose, and they struggled to meet Yan Gu under the artillery fire.

It's just that the artillery fire was too brutal and dense, only the 3,000 soldiers closest to Yan Gu came to his side.

The other soldiers had been torn apart by the blasted flint and smoke, and some of the Mo Di soldiers had run westward desperately as the Canglong Army wished.

Han Qi and Chai Wanren joined forces in the snow and fog, drawing out a beautiful arc line. They used sabers to drive the retreating Modi soldiers back to the area where the artillery was aimed.

The Mo Di soldiers who used to drive away the Dajing soldiers like livestock turned into livestock this time.

Some of them were particularly tenacious, but the gunfire would not fight them with bayonets. They were blown to pieces and could not organize an effective resistance. Only a small group of scattered forces charged towards the Azure Dragon Army.

However, the Canglong Army is not the Jiang Xi Army back then. The sabers had been sharpened before the expedition. After Han Qi's Han Family Saber chopped down the oncoming Mo Di, Chai Wanren's new barracks waited for revenge.

Shi Yuan's cavalry came from the flank, gradually forming an angle with Han Qi.

Fang Xun guarded the cavalry cannon at the rear, aiming at the direction of the Modi soldiers, and adjusted the position of the cannon.

The Canglong Army completely took the initiative in the war.

It's just that unless there is help from the terrain, it is impossible to complete the battle on the battlefield with artillery alone.

The Modi soldiers found that as long as they rushed into the Dajing soldiers, the artillery would not dare to bomb them, and more Modi soldiers rushed to the Canglong army recklessly.

However, only a few were able to escape the artillery fire, and the stragglers rushed into the Canglong army and became ghosts feeding new swords.

The real tough battle is on Song Beiming's side.

Yan Gu made up his mind to take away Song Beiming's head, and pursued Song Beiming fiercely.If he runs away empty-handed, what awaits him is the beheading and humiliation of his family.

Song Beiming seemed to have the fewest soldiers, but the firecracker team had both firepower and mobility. With a 400-member firecracker team, Yan Gu lost more than a thousand soldiers in the charge.

At a terrible price, Yan Gu disrupted the formation of the firecracker team, and Mo Di soldiers stuck close to him, forcing the firecracker team to have no chance to load their guns.

The muzzle of the fire gun was blocked by the Modi people with their bodies, the long sword of the Canglong Army came out of its sheath, collided with the scimitar, and drew a star-shattering flame.

Yan Gu's horse was the fastest, and he overturned the entire Canglong army while galloping, and arrived at Song Beiming's position.

Only the soldiers who were still holding firearms were afraid to shoot, for fear of accidentally injuring the coach.

As long as Song Beiming dodges, he can create a suitable shooting angle for the firecrackers.

But Song Beiming of course did not avoid it.

He is the coach, he cannot run away alone.

Beifeng Jingxue is one of the hard-earned horses in Da Jing, its speed is not inferior to Yan Gu's horse, it is the king of horses, and it has been waiting for this battle.

Beifeng also waited for a long time, and when Beifeng Jingxue and Yan Gu crossed their bodies, it exerted a mighty force.

The blades staggered, and there was an ear-piercing collision sound, and Yan Gu's arms went numb from the shock of the blade.

Dajing people actually have this kind of power!

Yan Gu once heard that Song Beiming had cut off Di Jie's head, but that Di Jie had the name of a lord, he was a useless wine bag and rice bag, and he died as soon as he died, which didn't mean how invincible Song Beiming was.

Yan Gu didn't have much fear of Song Beiming because of this.

But with the knife just now, he suddenly knew that Di Jie would die at that time.

When Yan Gu returned to his horse, he raised his spirits, and the two swords clashed again. This time, the sad wind did not slide away, but pressed down like a mountain.Slip over the neck.

I saw blood.

Yan Gu knew immediately that he couldn't go back.

He may be brave and foolish, but he is the number one warrior in the desert, and all his glory comes from fighting. He must use his machete to prove something.

In the two fast-horse confrontations, both sides had judgments.In the third round of the confrontation, Yan Gu made a sudden attack, turned over and jumped out, knocking Song Beiming off his horse into the snow.

The snow was smashed by the figures of two people, and Song Beiming was more flexible, and the moment he landed, he staggered sideways by half a person's space.

When Yan Gu wanted to use his body advantage to suppress him, he had already hit Yan Gu's shoulder with the handle of Beifeng's knife.

Yan Gu almost dropped the scimitar.

Song Beiming turned over, trying to trap Yan Gu in the snow.

However, Yan Gu was too tall and majestic, Song Beiming couldn't hold him down, but was pushed away by Yan Gu's hard struggle.

Sad Feng turned the blade again, and when he cut down again, the scimitar, which was panting, blocked it.

Yan Gu clenched the scimitar with both hands and tried his best to block it, but his whole body was sunk into the snow mud.

"The No. 1 warrior in Mo Di?" Song Beiming's bottomless eyes fell into the distant flames. He stared at Yan Gu, lowered his arms and said, "Your era is over."

The absolute stillness of the two gave the gunners a fighting chance, someone fired a shot, and Yan Gu's brains exploded.

Song Beiming turned away when he saw Mars. There was no blood on his body, and he gently brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders.

Then there was something under his feet, and when he looked down, it was the "Fulong Bow" mocking Da Jing. Song Beiming's black military boots stomped the heavy bow into the snow, mixing it with the dirty soil.

The soaring flames of the Fucheng barracks lit up several miles around.

Song Beiming's eyes swept across the bloody battlefield.

The Canglong Army was born out of nowhere. This giant dragon is unstoppable. It was born at the right time and has a strong army. It is destined to soar into the sky.

No matter how strong the remaining Mo Di soldiers were, they would not be able to cause much trouble in the Canglong Army.

The recruits want to avenge their lives, the veterans have not been rewarded for their ambitions, and all the soldiers of the Canglong Army hold fierce knives in their hands. No one can escape the saber of the Canglong Army waiting to drink blood.

In front, the Mo Di soldiers who were driven westward by the encirclement, under the relentless pursuit of the Canglong army, fell into the sea of flames with nowhere to escape.

Song Beiming looked at the soaring flames, the smell of wine and burnt flesh spread out in the snowy night.

The snowflakes tonight are extraordinarily white, as if they don't know what happened to the land where it descended, they fell into the sea of fire ignorantly and innocently.

Then it was burned into a fog.

The contrast between the red flame and the white snow is sharp, and in the thick black of the ugly time, the night is used as the background color to outline a strange beauty.

Fire and ice merge wonderfully together, as if recreating the absurd decline of Da Jing's 30 years.

The surface is majestic, but the inside is corrupt.

It was originally irreparable.

However, amidst the decay, there is a new life. His Highness the Crown Prince forcefully reversed the cycle of history and allowed Da Jing to start again.

When the snow in the sky falls, the bright moon will appear at the end of the night sky, and the gods in the moon palace will look down on the earth with compassion.

No matter how dark the night is, it can't stop the frost, and at the end of the night, the sun must be rising.

Song Beiming thought, my moon god has risen.

"Great victory!" Song Beiming's eyes lit up with hope, and he looked into the night sky, as if he could see the bright moon behind the clouds.

Only then did the recruits kneel down and cry bitterly, reporting to the heaven and their ancestors that their family feud had been avenged, and then murmured the names of their relatives and friends who had passed away, weeping uncontrollably.

The veterans held up their knives restrainedly, and tremblingly wiped away the blood on the knife with their sleeves.

This victory came too hard and waited too long.

The soldiers chopped off Mo Di's commander-in-chief, and the Canglong Army burst into a loud cry that resounded through the sky:

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"

"Great victory!"