The cruelty of war has become more and more evident these days. Every order of the decision-maker determines the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers and countless people. If one step is wrong, millions of lives will be buried with them.
Fan Lingyue's ruthlessness is not only reflected in the treatment of the enemy, but also in the treatment of his soldiers. As long as it is beneficial to the war situation, no matter who or how many people, he will give up if he wants to.
But no one can deny that it is because of this calm and terrifying ruthlessness that Beimeng has been able to go all the way, and hit the hinterland of the Central Plains of Great Xia at the cost of less than one third of casualties.
Similarly, the hands of several decision makers in Daxia were bloody and under enormous pressure.
Every Marquis in Daxia is a generation of amazing talents, but for thousands of years, there are very few who can break through the innate, and the reason is actually very simple.
The Great Xia Wuhou has too many sins on his back. It is thousands of times more difficult than ordinary people to break the innate barriers, and almost no one can do it.
Even the Great Xia Army God was able to break this unbreakable barrier and enter the innate realm with the help of the heavy weapon that suppressed the luck below the Great Xia Palace.
The remaining nine Marquis of the Great Xia, all stopped at the peak of the ninth grade, or half-step innate, no exception.
On this day, a special person came to the tower of Yangguan City. He had a strong aura, and he was not angry and arrogant. He was the only Wuhou, Beiwuhou, who had betrayed the country for thousands of years in Daxia.
"Xiao Wanhua has seen the military advisor" Beiwuhou, who is now the Xiaohou of Beimeng Royal Court, bowed respectfully and said.
"Xiao Hou don't need to be too polite"
After finishing speaking, Fan Lingyue took a few steps forward and looked at the Daxia army coming from afar, with light flashing in his eyes. This battle will determine the future of Beimeng and Daxia.
In the underworld, Ning Chen stood at the gate of the underworld, feeling inexplicably uneasy, but now at the critical period of the war, he could do nothing at all.
Time passed little by little, from early morning to noon, and from noon to evening, a short day now seems so long.
After waiting for a long time, the night finally came, and Daxia's 100,000 reinforcements also arrived in front of Yangguan City half a day earlier.
The Bloody Marquis and 55,000 Imperial Guards are also not far from Yangguan City, and if there is no accident, they will be able to arrive before dawn.
Duke Wu of Jing's army is also marching fast, as long as the blood-clothed Hou and 100,000 reinforcements can hold on for three days, they can arrive in time.
After the repeated battles in Beimeng, they need to rest. The two days in Yangguan City will be the best time to rest.
Two days ago, the Northern Mongolian army captured Yangguan City, which was indeed a bit unexpected. However, the most powerful point of the Northern Mongolian army was the rushing, cavalry and shooting on the plain.
Everyone knows that the Northern Mongolian army will not stay in Yangguan City for too long, but no one knows when they will leave the city.
Fan Lingyue's thoughts are always overwhelming and hard to guess.
"How, have you found it?" Fan Lingyue asked in a cold voice above the tower.
"Reporting to the military commander, according to the report of the dark line, every time the Daxia Zhiminghou appears outside the fog forest," a black figure with gold threads embroidered on the sleeves kneeled respectfully on the ground and replied.
"Very well, according to plan" Fan Lingyue ordered.
"Yes" The figure in black took the order and quickly disappeared.
As the night fell, on the way from the fog forest to Yueyang City, the ghost sedan hurried northward, anxiously rushing towards the bloody marquis camp.
In the underworld, Mu Chengxue was still fighting against Zhige Sword and did not go with him.
Neither of them expected what would happen tonight, Ning Chen didn't speak, and Mu Chengxue naturally wouldn't take the initiative to ask to follow.
When the ghost sedan was seven hundred miles out of the foggy forest, a magnificent palm suddenly pressed down, descending like a mountain and roaring.
In the ghost sedan chair, Ning Chen stepped out, slapped back with a palm, and rushed to meet him.
With a bang, the rocks splashed, and the sky was filled with dust.
"Today, at the foot of Tianhua Mountain, the scenery of Zhiming's life is buried"
In the voice, the figure that came, was dressed in azurite-colored battle clothes, mighty and majestic, with extraordinary imposing manner.
"You are" Ning Chen's eyes flashed with shock, and said, "Marquis of Beiwu!"
Unfamiliar face, but very familiar battle clothes, this is the unique battle clothes of Daxia Wuhou, it can't be faked.
After a moment of shock, Ning Chen felt a strong sense of unease in his heart. He moved his feet and rushed forward regardless of everything. The battle has changed!
"kill!"
Xiao Wanhua gave an order, wind, rain, thunder, and electricity, the four guards of the peak of the ninth-rank, walked out, and the light of the sword passed by, and they came.
Ning Chen was concerned about the battle ahead, his sword fingers slashed furiously, and with a loud bang, the sword light swept away in front of him.
However, after the sword light, three sword qi followed, blocking the road ahead.
Ning Chen's eyes were cold, the ink sword was unsheathed, the sword light was piercing, and the three sword qi that were killing him were scattered.
The three guards of the wind, rain and thunder bully up, and the three swords cooperate to attack and defend each other. One sword is light, the other is long, and the other is heavy.
The remaining one raised his sword to the sky, and his hands formed a strange mark, and suddenly, the sky was filled with electric light, and he landed down.
With the knife as a guide, the angry thunder fell, and Ning Chen, who was trapped by the three swords, slashed down. In an instant, the radius was ten feet, and the sea of thunder and thunder was completely melted.
The three guards of wind, rain and thunder were not affected at all, only Ning Chen, who was surrounded by lightning and thunder, felt a powerful threat, and his expression changed.
"Snow in July"
When the snow is fast, the snow is floating in the sky, a waterfall of sword light cuts through the sea of lei, and the moment the three swords are blocked, the plain white figure swept past, and appeared outside the battle situation in a blink of an eye. .
The three swords reacted quickly, the figure swept away sharply, and surrounded them again, the sword's momentum was faster, softer, and heavier, and Ning Chen, who was being forced, had to deal with it with all his heart.
Mojian vs. Sanjian, although he has a strong hold with his foundation and moves, it is difficult to escape for a while.
"Jian Liuying, what are you waiting for?" Si Gu Jian walked out in the dark night and said lightly.
"When will I make a move, I won't allow you to point your fingers?" Jian Liuying appeared and said coldly.
Sigujian didn't say more, he started to use the two swords, and his figure swept away, joining Zhanhuan.
Another strong man participated in the battle, and Ning Chen suddenly felt the pressure greatly increased, and the whole body was bright with blue light.
"Shocking waves together"
Shaking the sky and angering the world, roaring and rushing, the three guards and three swords joined forces to block the might of the heavens.
At this moment, the sword light drew the electric light, and Dianwei seized the opportunity and slashed down with one sword, and the thousand birds neighed.
Ning Chen took a half step back, the dark yellow light on the sword rose, and when he swung the sword, the earth swelled, and a bad boulder flew up, blocking the thunder and lightning.
After the shock, Ning Chen took another step back, but his expression was still not afraid, the light on the ink sword changed, and the frost condensed the sword body, and swept out.
The five-person wheel battle, with the killing at the peak of the ninth-rank, is rare in the world, so that this battle will reach its peak.
The sound of drinking and fighting is incessant, sweat and blood are dripping, and the figure fighting bravely, with a sword in hand, does not move like a mountain.
Si Mingjian couldn't hide the shock in his heart. Only by facing it in person can he feel the strength of his opponent. Who would have thought that the young man who was once in a hurry to flee for his life in his hands has become such a terrifying powerhouse today.
In the past, he was still questioning the trivial matters of the military advisor, and now he realizes how stupid he is.
Their minds flow under the sword light, no matter whether they regret or not, today's battle will end all the grievances of the past.
"Double swords reflect the moon, thousands of miles of blood light"
Sigu Jianji swung his hand, and between the two swords, the blood moon rose behind him, and the powerful coercion attacked, which was breathtaking.
San Jianxin understood and made moves at the same time, with the power of the electric guard sword, light and thunder, slashed down.
"The Waves of the World"
Ning Chen's two palms and swords were parallel, and after one sword was cut, he turned his palms again, and slammed out another powerful palm.
"A Sword and a Picture"
At this moment, Jian Liuying, who had been waiting for an opportunity not far away, was glaring at Leng Feng, a sword slashed through the void and stabbed towards Su Yi.
Ning Chen felt the strong crisis behind him, the scroll of the earth was transported again, and the boulder flew up and blocked behind him.
However, under the cold front, the boulder was as fragile as tofu, and the sword light penetrated the block, and it was already in the blink of an eye.
"Uh"
Leng Feng entered the body and brought out a waterfall of blood flowers, Ning Chen endured the severe pain in his chest, and slammed his palm out, shocking those who came flying.
It couldn't stop for a moment, and the six-person battle came again in an instant, leaving no chance.
After Jian Liuying joined the battle, Ning Chen was defeated for the first time with one enemy against six, and his True Qi was rapidly consumed. clumsy.
Outside the battlefield, Xiao Wanhua stood still, watching the battle with a pair of cold eyes, and Jingye Taichu in front of him was waiting to be unsheathed at any time to end this battle.
At the same time, outside the city of Yangguan, a group of men and horses dressed in the clothes of Daxia soldiers appeared and rushed over with the banner of the Bloody Marquis.
After hearing the report of the spies, General Shi Hua, the general of the 100,000 Daxia reinforcements, was a little surprised. Wouldn't it take a few hours for the soldiers and horses of the Marquis in Blood to arrive.
While Shi Hua was thinking, the gates of Yangguan City opened wide, and the Beimeng Heavy Cavalry bore the brunt of it, rushing out in darkness.
"Place the formation, meet the enemy" Shi Hua made a decisive decision, no longer thought about it, and immediately ordered.
An army of 100,000 people was standing by, with the Changge Battalion, the Shield Armor Battalion, and the Bow and Arrow Battalion lined up in sequence, ready to meet the enemy.
After the order was issued, Shi Hua was still a little uneasy, and sent spies to continue to check the truth of the people coming from behind.
The confusion of the night has concealed too many truths, and the soldiers and horses that suddenly appeared were astonishingly fast. Before the news of the spies came back, they had already arrived behind the Daxia reinforcements.
"kill!"
The nine thousand dead soldiers descended from the sky quickly entered the Daxia camp, and the Daxia soldiers who had not yet had time to react suffered heavy casualties.
The same clothes, the same weapons, indistinguishable, indistinguishable, only when the sword light passed, did I know that the person in front of me was not the brother who had always lived and died.
No one knew where these people came from. The 20,000 cavalry on the other side of the North River had only just crossed the river. Yangguan City had been quiet for the past two days, and no suspicious people had come out.
Almost everyone has forgotten that there was once a betrayal of Marquis Wu in Daxia. At the foot of Tianhua Mountain and in front of Yangguan City, the two battlefields, Daxia and Ning Chen, are all in an irreversible crisis.