There are nearly 10,000 guards at the gate, all of whom are from Shangguan Qingcheng. After being promoted to the rank of general, Shangguan Qingcheng's field of generals can cover a battle formation of 8,000 people. With the addition of auxiliary troops, it is now nearly 10,000 people.
Except for the thousands of people who were guarding the Yuanmen, the camp walls, and fighting fiercely with the Hedong Army, there were only 3,000 people left behind by Shangguan Qingcheng as reserve troops, which was also her strength for the last fight. Now the 3,000 people who are waiting in full force can be used by Li Xian without taking time to assemble.
After Shangguan Qingcheng entered the battle, he raised his horizontal knife high, with a resolute look on his face, and said in a low voice, "Battle!"
"Drink!" The three thousand soldiers roared in unison, and their voices shook the sky. Judging from their momentum, they did not see any signs of depression. On the contrary, most of them had the courage to risk their lives and fight to the death.
This part of the soldiers is exactly the veterans of the 3,000 Spikes that Shangguan Qingcheng first commanded. All of them are elites. Not only have they experienced many bloody battles, their cohesion and loyalty are not comparable to ordinary soldiers. They are absolute weapons in the hands of Shangguan Qingcheng. When necessary, he can even die for the army and die for the commander.
Accompanied by the crisp Wengming sound of the aura swaying, the battle formation composed of three thousand soldiers formally merged into a whole, symbolizing the brilliance of the power of the battle formation, like a burning flame, surrounding all the soldiers.
At this time, Li Ke, who was outside the Yuanmen, had already charged towards the Yuanmen with the battle formation!
The brilliance of Li Ke's battle formation is obviously more solid and brighter than the brilliance of Shangguan Qingcheng's battle formation. This is the difference in realm and strength between the two.
The two had fought a few times before, and Shangguan Qingcheng was always suppressed and beaten. Don't talk about winning, you won't be able to hold on for a long time, you have to withdraw from the battle quickly, otherwise you may be defeated.
However, if this is the case, at this moment when Shangguan Qingcheng is leading the battle again, the soldiers do not show the slightest fear, instead there is a kind of madness to fight to the death. In the eyes of most soldiers, there is a scarlet fighting spirit, which is the determination to fight the opponent desperately.
Seeing this group of soldiers, Li Xian's eyes flickered, and a trace of reminiscence flashed across his eyes. There is still affection in the remembrance, just like seeing the former comrades after going through ups and downs and hardships.
The two sides once again walked shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield.
The earliest Three Thousand Spikes Capital was based on the eight hundred guards of Prince An's Mansion as the core backbone.
The eight hundred guards of King An's Mansion are the elite veterans who were carefully selected by the old King An who fought bloody battles for 20 years!
That's right, in the past, they fought the enemy side by side.
More than 20 years ago, in the Battle of Gubeikou, he fought a bloody battle with 100,000 prairie barbarians for three days and three nights with 800 parts. That was the beginning of Lao An Wang's military career.
After that, Old King An led his soldiers to fight bloody battles with the Khitan, Xi, and Dadan people on the Great Wall in the north, the Tubo people and Uyghurs in Lingwu County in the northwest, and the Nanzhao people in the southwestern border. Years of bloody battles in many turbulent feudal towns in the country.
In the past 20 years, countless people have died in battle, shrouded in horse leather, buried in foreign lands, and cannot return home for life. Inside, there is Shangguan Qingcheng's father.
Then, that year, during the Battle of Bagong Mountain, even Old An himself died on the battlefield.
Twenty years later, only the eight hundred veterans are still guarding Prince An's Mansion.
These 800 people, from the beginning to the end, their names have been changed several times, the father died and the son replaced, the brother died and the brother replaced, the new generation replaced the old, and the new generation replaced the old.
Today, how many of the original eight hundred veterans are left
At this moment, Old An Wang's eyes were blurred.
The blur was only for an instant, and his eyes quickly returned to clarity, full of incomparably sharp domineering aura.
Not many years have passed since the Battle of Bagong Mountain. In this world, on this battlefield, and all these thousands of soldiers, do you still remember Li Xian, the virtuous king who galloped on the battlefield with a sword and was always victorious
Li Xian looked around at the soldiers before the battle. His eyes were like bee stings, piercing everyone's heart, and people couldn't help but feel refreshed.
The beacon fire has not been extinguished, the enemy bandits have not been extinguished, and the old soldiers are still there.
In the past, there were 800 veterans, but now there are 3,000 elite soldiers. Li Xian stretched out his big hand, "Here comes the spear!"
Not far away, almost without thinking, completely out of instinct, Zhao Polu threw the spear in his hand forcefully.
The spear was in hand.
Li Ye turned around and faced the Yuanmen, the spear came to the ground with a bang. At this moment, his cultivation base flourished, and his aura exploded, causing his clothes and hair to bulge back, and his silver hair was almost parallel to the ground.
His eyes were like electricity, and he shouted: "Zhanzhen!"
Behind him, Shangguan Qingcheng, who had retired to the position of lieutenant general, yelled, "Zhanzhen!"
"Battle formation!" Three thousand soldiers roared like tigers and wolves!
At that moment, the three thousand soldiers watched Li Xian's back, and they had a very clear feeling: standing in front of them was not a Confucian scholar, not a general, not even a monk, but a God of War!
His back is so stalwart, it contains shocking power, people trust him unconsciously, willing to follow him, eager to fight with him to fight the enemy, make meritorious deeds, and serve the country!
Buzzing sounds came and went in the battle formation, and the spiritual energy of the monks was stimulated again, spreading out in circles, connecting with each other, and responding to each other, which made the momentum of the battle formation continue to rise.
Because Li Keyong, who was invincible before, was injured and forced back with a single knife, Li Xian already had a high status in the hearts of the soldiers of the Pinglu Army. Their chief general, Shangguan Qingcheng, is even more majestic, which they have never felt before.
Feeling it now will arouse surging fighting spirit and strength.
That is the power to kill.
Among the three thousand warriors, hundreds of veterans from Prince An's Mansion looked at Li Xian's back, and at some point, many of them had red pupils and hot bodies.
They felt that familiar breath. It was the breath of the figure who had followed him in countless battles, bloody fights, and life-and-death battles over the years.
Even if it is decades apart, when the hair is gray, these old soldiers will never forget the back figure that once led them invincible, and the military spirit that is familiar to the bone marrow.
Let alone now.
At this moment, the old soldiers seemed to have returned to the past, because they clearly felt the existence of that person again.
Yes, they feel it.
Their eyes were red, their throats were as hard as a rock, and some even couldn't hold back the tears. These iron-boned men have the urge to cry at this moment.
No one does not miss the glory of the past, no one does not care about the affection of the past, no one does not want to reproduce their glory.
Affected by this, the spirit energy of the old soldiers was swelled, and the momentum injected into the battle formation continued to rise, and the echoes between each other became more powerful, pushing the entire battle formation to become stronger.
Li Xian raised his spear and drew it forward. The sound was like a bell, and it exploded in the ears of every soldier: "Soldiers obey orders, follow me to defeat the enemy!"
The three thousand soldiers all sensed the general's fighting spirit, and even those who couldn't see Li Xian's back clearly felt his call.
There was a loud bang, and the entire battle formation erupted with unprecedented momentum. Three thousand people shouted in unison, earth-shattering, "Destroy the enemy!"
Run forward and rush to the enemy.
Li Keyong had already rushed into the gate, and then he and the soldiers behind him suddenly felt the world shake, as if a mountain of ten thousand zhang suddenly collapsed in front of them. An indescribable sense of oppression and burning rushed towards him like a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.
There are no mountains of swords and seas of fire, only three thousand soldiers, led by the chief general, form a whole to charge forward.
Looking through the crowd, seeing the opponent's formation and feeling the opponent's aura, Li Ke shrank his pupils sharply, and his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. He almost exclaimed: "How is this possible?!"
Yes, how is this possible.
Li Keyong, who was in the late stage of a military general, is only one step away from the realm of a general. Given time, he will surely be able to cross over, so he has a deep feeling for the power of a military battle formation.
The battle formation of the military strategists rushing in front of him is as powerful as a flood. Compared with the power of his battle formation, it is not only superior, it is an overwhelming advantage!
His battle formation is simply no match for the opponent.
"This is impossible!"
In the whole world, there are very few military generals, and there are only one or two generals. Now that Li Cunxiao lives in Taiyuan City, how can there be anyone on this battlefield who can overwhelm him in terms of battle strength
Li Ke's eyes were as red as blood, staring at the middle-aged man who was holding a spear.
He didn't know each other, it was a completely unfamiliar face. Even the bearing of the other party was very strange to him. Where did such a complete stranger come from? How could it be possible to have so many military strategists beyond him
Li Keyong suddenly let out a low growl, stern and angry, painful and crazy, he killed the Pinglu army in front of him with a few knives, and roared: "Soldiers obey orders, follow me to meet the enemy!"
Yes, he will meet the enemy.
Even if the strength of the opponent's battle formation seems to be much better than him, he still has to meet the enemy.
He didn't believe it, he didn't believe in the strength of the opponent's battle formation, it really was that powerful! He prefers to believe that the silver-haired man who suddenly appeared is a great monk in the world, possessing supernatural powers and secret techniques that he doesn't know, and simulated the power of a battle formation to intimidate him, wanting him to retreat in spite of difficulties!
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It must be so.
Of course it is!
He must win today and defeat the Pinglu Army. He has no choice, he cannot be defeated!
Li Ye is not in the army, this is his only chance.
He wants to seize this opportunity.
No one knew when Li Ye would come back. Once Li Ye came back, he would no longer be sure that he would be able to drive Pinglu's army out of Hedong. So these days, he has seized every moment.
He just wants to win this war.
He is Li Keyong, who was born in the side army. He was the pride of heaven when he was a child. He went to the battlefield when he was more than ten years old. His strength was obtained through fighting in blood and fire, without any moisture. His talents and achievements once dominated the younger generation.
He has lofty ambitions. A person like him was born for troubled times. In this troubled world, he is destined to achieve great things. He has a background, talent, valued by the Buddhist sect, trained by the army, served by elite soldiers from Shatuo, he has great luck, great ability, what is the reason for his failure
However, ever since he met Li Ye, Li Keyong fell from the sky to the mortal world. He kept suffering from Li Ye's hands, being teased and humiliated by the other party, no matter how hard he tried to fight back, he would fail in the end.
He couldn't afford to be provoked and could afford to hide, this time he was sitting on the east side of the river, and he didn't provoke anyone. Li Ye, the clinker, found a random reason and led the army to call him! The opponent attacked the city all the way and pulled out the stronghold, and the soldiers approached the city of Taiyuan, making him almost destroyed.
It's fine if he can't beat Li Ye, but now that Li Ye is no longer in the army, what reason does he have to lose
The world is so big, there are countless heroes, and there are heroes everywhere, but how many people have the ability to defeat Li Keyong
Those princes who rose before and after the Huangchao Rebellion, including Li Maozhen, Wang Jian, Wang Chongrong, Yang Fuguang, Qin Zongquan, etc., and even the mighty Zhu Wen, who can defeat Li Keyong
No! not a single one!
King An and Li Ye had already been born out of nowhere. In the whole world, this is the only one that can make Li Keyong suffer!
What's going on now
A monk who doesn't know where he came from, just wants to lead a group of remnants and defeated generals, and defeat his elite soldiers led by Li Keyong in battle
This is really a big joke!
Are you really not going to treat Li Keyong as a hero
"No matter who you are or where you come from, die for me!" Furious Li Keyong, full of dissatisfaction, led the battle team to the front of the Three Thousand Spikes, and beheaded Li Xian with his sword. .