Zhao Yanting's tribe and Zhao Mancheng's tribe.

They are divided on the left and right sides of the front of the Wei Ru. The opponents are Wanyan Xian and Zhu Qishan.

Under the banner of the "Zhao" character, Zhao Yanting held a pitch-black horse spear and rode on the horse seriously, exuding a calm and steady aura like a mountain.

"Report to the general. The princess of Zhou has an order. You and General Zhao Mancheng will advance and defeat the bandits." The commander arrived at the horse, stopped the horse, and bowed with his fists.

"Yes." Zhao Yanting nodded gently, then raised his horse spear and shouted: "My sons, don't lose to the Goguryeo people. rush up."

"The decisive battle between Huanglong and Han army will win."

"It will win. It will win."

"It will win. It will win."

The Han army soldiers shouted together, and then rushed towards Wanyan Xianjun like a huge stone.

Under the banner of the "Zhao" character, the snow qilin Zhao Mancheng was wearing white armor, emitting a bright white light in the light, the horse was snow-white, and the silver spear was in his hand.

After receiving the order, Zhao Mancheng didn't think too much. He just looked at Zhu Qishan's tribe in front of him, raised the silver spear in his hand, and shouted: "Athletics, follow me to kill Zhu Qishan."

"kill!!!!"

The soldiers of Zhao Mancheng's troops shouted loudly.

Although his soldiers were mainly Goguryeo people, they had received certain Chinese teachings on weekdays. Everyone could speak awkward Chinese.

The left and right vanguards of the Han army, with unparalleled momentum, crushed forward.

In the Mongolian and Yuan army formation.

Under the flag of "Wu". As the front-line coach, Wu Canglong did not hold weapons, but just grabbed the reins of the horse, sat on the horse, and looked calmly ahead.

He took his eyes back from the battlefield between Jin Xuanyun and Long Qie, and turned to the "Er Zhao" military formation.

"Zhao Yanting, Zhao Mancheng."

Then, he looked at Wei Ru's military formation again and said to himself: "Ten fingers are also strong and weak. The powerful generals of the Han army. Zhao Mancheng, Zhao Yanting, Feng Chong, and Wei Ru."

"This battle. They are the main force."

“The rest are foilings.”

"By the way. And Wu Nian."

Wu Canglong raised his head and looked at the Han army camp ahead. His eyes seemed to pass through the tents and saw Wu Nian sitting high on the platform.

The so-called decisive battle is a little bit of investment.

Which side of the power will be cast first.

Then he lost.

This decisive battle.

Wait until Wu Nian personally leads the troops to fight.

That is the climax.

The Han army was defeated like a mountain.

The Mongol Yuan victory.

Front Army.

Wanyan's exterior.

Under the banner of the "Wanyan" character, Wanyan Xian held his black iron sword and looked up at Zhao Yanting's front.

A night attack. He fought with Wei Ru.

However, Zhao Yanting's reputation is also well-known.

"Along the way, I've been gnawing hard bones." Wanyan Xian took a deep breath, then poured out and shouted: "Kill!!!!"

"kill!!!!"

The soldiers under Wanyan Xian roared together. Under the leadership of the main general, they faced Zhao Yanting's troops.

At the same time, Zhu Qishan also led his troops to fight.

A battle between four people.

The battle with Jin Xuanyun and Long Qi is different.

All four of them were skilled and brave, and they charged in the battle from the beginning. Therefore, when the two armies were fighting, the four of them formed a group.

Zhu Qishan held a big sword in his hand, with a little white hair mixed in his black hair. He was no longer young, but his face was very rosy and his figure was majestic.

"Who will come?" Zhu Qishan asked with his horse back and raised his sword.

"Silver gun Zhao Mancheng." Zhao Mancheng responded, then rushed forward and raised his gun to stab Zhu Qishan.

With a "swish", Zhu Qishan's pair of tiger eyes flashed with cold light. He easily intercepted Zhao Mancheng's silver spear, and then counterattacked with one stroke, swept Zhao Mancheng's waist and abdomen.

Zhao Mancheng narrowed his eyes and distracting thoughts arose in his heart.

In Goguryeo, my martial arts skills were unmatched. In the Han Dynasty, my martial arts skills were also one of the top ones. However, everyone in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty had such martial arts.

The fighting nation is truly worthy of.

The Han Dynasty and the Mongol Yuan were bears and tigers.

Goguryeo is sandwiched between bears and tigers, but instead sends troops to the Yalu River.

Wouldn't it be self-destruction?

Zhao Mancheng put away his distracting thoughts, grabbed the gun bar with both hands, stood aside, blocked Zhu Qishan's big knife, pushed it away vigorously, and swept the silver spear toward Zhu Qishan's head.

The silver spear takes action, with great force and strong force, and the tiger brings wind.

The two fought in a group, and in the blink of an eye, they fought thirty moves, but they did not decide the winner. Regardless of riding and martial arts, they were equally good.

"Kill!!!" The soldiers of Zhao Mancheng's troops were very motivated when they saw this and launched a fierce charge towards the army formation of Zhu Qishan's troops.

Although they had just integrated into the Yan Han, Zhao Mancheng's ability to lead troops was too high, and their combat effectiveness was almost the same as that of the Han army. It was not a pity to fight against the Mengyuan war soldiers.

On the other side.

The combat power of Zhao Yanting's troops was obviously stronger. The soul of the Yan Han was burning. The elite Han army soldiers were like tigers, rushing forward without fear of death.

They have no fear of blood and corpses.

Zhao Yanting held a horse spear and fought with Wanyan Xian to one place. The same as the other battlefield. The two of them did not decide the winner in a short period of time, and their moves were coming and going, which was extremely fierce.

Zhao Yanting is quite cunning on weekdays, but as he fights, he gradually becomes excited. While fighting against Wanyan Xian, he shouts: "Let's listen. I am Zhao Yanting, the general of the Marquis of Qingping, the Great Han Dynasty."

Wanyan Xian was very unhappy and shouted, "Today I will kill you, the Marquis of Qingping, and destroy the Han Dynasty. Let both the Han Dynasty and the Marquis of Qingping only have one generation."

Zhao Yanting sneered: "You have to do it too. Kill!!!!"

The two of them made real fire and tried their best to kill each other, but they couldn't do anything to each other. The battle situation was also in a stalemate.

Under the banner of the "Wei" character, Wei Ru's eyes flew across the battlefield and took a breath. Although the left and right vanguards are strong, their opponents are also strong enough.

It is difficult to win by relying solely on their strength.

Wei Ru turned her head and said to the messenger beside her: "I ordered all generals except Feng Chong to attack. Tell them. Fight to fight the enemy and restore Liaodong."

"Yes." The messenger was extremely excited. After responding, he called his companions to ride on their horses.

"General. Are we attacking too?"

Wei Polu's cheeks were red with excitement, as if it was a monkey's butt, and he wanted to go into battle immediately.

"Wait a little longer. We and Feng Chong are the last force before the finale."

Wei Ru shook her head gently, then turned her head to look at the Han army camp. She said in her heart: "Of course. If we can win, then the king won't have to go into battle."

The finale power.

It was Wu Nian.

"Yes." Wei Polu showed disappointment when he heard this, but he still responded obediently. He continued to tremble all over with excitement, and his eyes shone at the battlefield ahead.
Chapter completed!