Song Yan naturally lived up to the beauty's kindness.
An hour later, Princess Jade Fox walked out of the general's study again.
Although he tried his best to hide it, his walking posture was still slightly awkward.
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The burial ground is located in a plain under the Qilian Mountains. This place is an ancient battlefield where armies from many countries once fought decisively. Therefore, hundreds of thousands of bones are buried under this plain.
In the early morning of the next day, Song Yan led the 50,000 Qi army that was ready to attack and went straight to the burial ground. When he set off, all the people saw him off.
Near noon, Qi's 50,000 troops finally arrived at the burial ground, and the Yan-Zhao allied forces had already prepared their formations, waiting for their arrival.
How many 200,000 troops there are
It was so dark that it was difficult to see the end of the military formation formed.
In the end, the two armies stood 500 meters opposite each other.
On the side of the Yan-Zhao Allied Forces, Qi Mu, the commander-in-chief, was riding on a not-too-tall war horse. Looking at Song Yan, who was hundreds of meters away, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes. He had already known Song Yan for a long time. I have heard that the invention of paper, wine, glass and other objects has earned Qi a staggering wealth.
Now, he actually dared to lead an army of 50,000 people to fight against an army of 200,000 people. This courage alone was enough to impress him.
"General, can you come forward and talk to me?"
Qi Mu suddenly rode forward and shouted loudly towards Song Yan.
"No problem at all."
Song Yan responded and also rode forward. In the end, the two horses stopped five meters apart.
"Haha, it's better to meet him than to be famous. I have long heard of the great general's reputation, and it is indeed well-deserved when I meet him today."
Although these words sounded like flattery, Song Yan could feel that Qi Mu's words came from the heart.
Song Yan smiled faintly: "I've also heard that you, the military god of the Yan Kingdom, have fought countless battles in his life, and have never been defeated. It's a pity."
"Why did the general say this?" Qi Mu's face darkened.
Song Yan smiled and said: "Simple, if you are not the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces this time, then your undefeated record will continue to be maintained. But if you become the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces this time, then your undefeated record will be overturned by me. Do you think it’s a pity or not to be broken?”
Qi Mu was not angry about this, but instead smiled: "The general is so confident, but I can give the general a chance to surrender. What do you think, general?"
"Not so good?" Song Yan curled his lips. Suddenly, he changed the topic: "Well, old general, I will give you a chance to surrender. What do you think, old general?"
"The general is indeed a wonderful man!" Qi Mu smiled and shook his head.
"Hey, since you don't want to accept it, forget it. By the way, I have a proposal here. I wonder if the old general is interested?"
"General, please speak."
"Before the battle, let's have a battle." Song Yan said with a smile.
"What kind of fight?"
"How about we each send a few generals to fight in front of the formation. It can also be regarded as a warm-up for the decisive battle. What do you think?"
"good!"
The two rode their horses back to their respective camps and discussed the fighting generals one by one. The generals on both sides jumped up to give it a try.
Zhao Yan rode up to the front of both sides with a spear in hand and shouted loudly to the Qi Allied Forces: "I am Zhao Yan, who dares to fight with me?"
"The Zhao family is a traitor, I, Zhao Heng, am here to take your life!"
When he saw Zhao Yan, Zhao Heng, who also had royal blood, couldn't help but became furious. He galloped out on horseback with two swords in hand and yelled at Zhao Yan.
"It turns out it's you! For the sake of everyone having royal blood, I will spare your death!"
Zhao Yan pointed the spear in his hand and said to Zhao Heng confidently.
"You dare to utter arrogant words when you are about to die, you are a traitor and you will be punished by your death!"
Zhao Heng shouted angrily and drove his horse straight towards Zhao Yan. The two swords in his hands flew towards Zhao Yan with two evil winds.
"Dang Dang!"
As the spear shook, he easily pushed away Zhao Heng's swords. Then, Zhao Yan stabbed forward quickly, and Zhao Heng was thrown away by his spear, causing him to fall off his horse.
Zhao Heng actually didn't last even one round before he was kicked off the horse.
This made the generals of the Yan-Zhao coalition very angry.
But the morale of Qi State has been greatly boosted.
"Who's coming next?"
Zhao Yan pointed his spear at the coalition forces of Yan and Zhao and shouted loudly.
"Rebels, don't be arrogant, I will fight you!"
Someone suddenly rushed out of the coalition formation.
This man was wearing black iron armor, had a rather strong build, and was holding an extremely sharp long knife.
In an instant, he rushed in front of Zhao Yan, raised his long knife, and turned into a cold light, heading straight for his neck, with the momentum of the knife wanting to chop off his head.
"boom!"
But what the other party didn't expect was that Zhao Yan was faster. His body sitting on the horse did not dodge, and the spear in his hand swept out.
With a dull sound, the opponent was shot away and fell heavily several meters away.
Lost again!
The morale of the coalition forces of Yan and Zhao was even lower, while the morale of the Qi army was greatly increased, and they shouted Zhao Yan's name loudly.
"Who else?"
Zhao Yan pointed the spear in his hand at the sky, his domineering expression revealed, and he shouted provocatively.
"I'll fight him!"
A general was riding out with his horse, but was stopped by Qi Mu. Both Zhao Heng and the strong general were not weak in force, but they could not last a round in Zhao Yan's hands. This shows that Zhao Yan's The force of force has reached a state of perfection, so if we send people up again, it will just be a defeat.
In that case, the morale of the coalition forces will definitely be hit again.
The ebb and flow of one another may be detrimental to this war.
"Archers, get ready, shoot him to death!"
Making a quick decision, Qi Mu made his decision.
Immediately, a hundred archers came out, setting up their bows and shooting arrows.
"Boohoo!"
A hundred sharp arrows came straight towards Zhao Yan.
But in the face of hundreds of sharp arrows, Zhao Yan did not turn around and run away. The spear in his hand seemed to turn into a dragon, picking, sweeping, and stabbing.
In an instant, none of the hundreds of sharp arrows could get close to Zhao Yan, and they were all knocked down by the spear in his hand.
Seeing this, the generals of the Yan Kingdom Allied Forces took a breath of air.
"Haha, Mr. Qi Mu, you are not trustworthy!"
Song Yan's voice sounded, making Qi Mu and all the generals look unhappy.
"Hmph! The army is ready, let me strangle the Qi army!" The next moment, Qi Mu commanded in a deep voice.
But at this moment, Song Yan suddenly led a thousand cavalry and charged forward.
Even on the battlefield, Song Yan did not wear armor. He wore a white gown and carried a three-foot long sword.
Seeing this scene, Qi Mu and others were very surprised. Is this guy crazy? He dared to lead a thousand people into the battle.
However, for safety reasons, Qi Mu quickly retreated into the formation.
To the cavalry, the distance of five hundred meters is not a distance at all.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Song Yan led the cone-shaped wolf cavalry battalion to rush to the front of the Yan-Zhao coalition formation.
"kill!"
Song Yan let out a loud shout, and the sword flew out from his hand.
Suddenly, dozens of heads flew into the air, and before the dozens of headless corpses had time to fall, Song Yan had already led the wolf cavalry into the military formation.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Thousands of wolf cavalry also shouted, and the weapons in their hands were swung out.
"Ah!"
There were screams, and soldiers from Yan and Zhao fell in droves. (To be continued)