"Xilulu..."

The neighs of war horses one after another, gathering into a fighting music, announcing that the fierce battle is about to arrive soon.

Feeling the excitement of the war horse under him, gently tying the reins in his hand, and temporarily sootheing the four hooves that kept moving, Gongsun Yan's gaze swept across from him.

Above the horses that had the same reaction as the war horses under him were a fully armed Red Wei cavalry.

Today, they are about to set out from here, travel through hundreds of miles of journey, and descend on the battlefield where the two armies are fighting.

They will gather into the sharpest dagger, giving the enemy a fatal blow.

A sharp light appeared in his eyes. Gongsun Yan pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and issued a low military order to the soldiers in front of him.

"Set off……"

"Here."

The neighing of the war horse was concealed by the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground, and gradually gathered into a low rumble of war drums.

...

"Dongdongdongdong..."

Outside Lingshou City, the rumbling sound of war drums suddenly rose, proclaiming that a great war was about to come to this capital of Zhongshan.

“Woo…”

The long and distant horn was blown at the same time, adding a bit of solemnity to the vast battlefield.

"Cry!"

Suddenly, a cry of an eagle sounded in the sky, and a black feathered arrow that fell sharply.

The black feather arrow suddenly stopped falling before it was about to fall to the ground. After waving its wings for a few times, it landed on the flag of the Zhongshan army, staring coldly at the opposite side with sharp eyes.

Taking the moves of the goshawk into his eyes, Sima Xi, the head general of the Zhongshan Army, slowly withdrew his gaze, and his gaze became more and more solemn as time passed.

The Zhao army on the opposite side was in a slight stern battle mixed with a little bit of solemnity. Sima Xi, who had been through many battles, knew that this was definitely not an army that could be easily defeated.

If he could, he would not let his soldiers go head-on to confront this army.

Because that means a cruel battle, and a huge casualty.

However, the current situation of the war and the difficulties faced by Zhongshan Kingdom have forced Sima Xi to fight this battle.

Only by defeating the Zhao army in front of him can he save the confidence of the Zhongshan army in victory; only by defeating the Zhao army in front of him can he have the courage and confidence to face the more terrifying opponent.

In this victory, Zhongshan may have a glimmer of hope; in this battle, Zhongshan will be the fish on the chopping board of Wei.

This battle has to be fought, this battle has to be won!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed in my ears, and the words that inspired the war had been said countless times before the war. At this moment, Sima Xi issued a very brief military order with a roar.

"attack!"

With a command, the flags on the tower danced rapidly in the military formation, and the soldiers of Zhongshan holding sharp blades slowly advanced forward.

"Your Majesty, look..."

Following the direction of Prime Minister Fei Yi's finger, Zhao Yu, who was on the chariot, had noticed the movements of the Zhongshan Army opposite.

"Since Sima Xi on the opposite side has made a move, I, Zhao Jun, cannot be without any reaction."

"Soldiers, wash away the past shame of our Zhao State and restore the former reputation of our Zhao army depends on this battle!"

"Tell me the order, all the soldiers..."

"Come to the enemy!"

"Here."

With Zhao Hou Zhao Yu's military order to welcome the enemy, the Zhao army, who had been waiting for a long time, also began to advance towards the Zhongshan army opposite.

In the cruel movement played by the arrows shot out, the forwards of both sides quickly collided, and a life-and-death battle began.

"kill……"

When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous.

If we count from the time of the Xianyu tribe, the battle between Zhao and Zhongshan Kingdom has not only lasted for a hundred years.

Under the wars of one generation after another, Zhao State and Zhongshan not only have national hatred, but also have no shortage of family hatred.

Looking at the Zhongshan Army wearing iron armor opposite, a Zhao soldier subconsciously clasped the sharp blade in his hand.

His father and uncle died at the hands of the people of Zhongshan, and today he will use the long sword in his hand to avenge them.

"call……"

Amid a heavy breathing sound, the sharp blade in his hand slightly went down, and the soldiers of Zhao rushed towards the Zhongshan Army opposite.

"clang……"

When a sound of metal intersecting sounded between the two, seeing that their attack was blocked, the soldiers of Zhao almost subconsciously kicked out his right foot.

With a heavy blow, the Zhongshan soldiers took several steps back one after another, and finally managed to stabilize their bodies.

In an instant, the long sword of the Zhao army soldiers followed closely, and took advantage of the fact that the Zhongshan soldiers were unprepared and went straight to the vital point.

The long sword pierced the iron armor with great force, and blood flowed out along the sharp blade. This battle that almost happened between several breaths had already come to an end.

Of course, such one-on-one battles are the few on the battlefield after all. Bullying the few with the most and bullying the weak is the norm on the battlefield.

However, facing the Zhao army soldiers who were almost several times higher than him in front of him, a strong Zhongshan military soldier holding an iron staff showed no fear in his eyes.

"kill!"

With a shocking roar, the Zhongshan military soldier suddenly moved forward, stabbing the iron staff in his hand straight at the closest Zhao army.

Under the huge force, Zhao Jun was almost powerless to resist, and even was lifted up like this.

"Give it back to you..."

His eyes scandals at the Zhao army that were approaching quickly around him. The Zhongshan strongman's hand was even stronger. The Zhao army was thrown back by him, and he fell down with several Zhao soldiers around him.

Seeing that the surroundings were immediately empty, the strong man looked around and ran to the Zhao army's square formation again.

He threw a car into a car, and he threw a person into a person. This Zhongshan strongman was like a god. He regarded the battlefield where the two armies were fighting as a no-man's land, and rushed straight towards the Zhao army's main formation on the opposite side.

"General Sima, look..."

Following the words of the deputy general beside him, Sima Xi immediately noticed the unrivaled strongman on the battlefield, and became excited.

"Okay, with such a warrior, how can our army be unable to win!"

Feeling his rising fighting spirit and the Zhao soldiers who gradually showed fear of retreating on the other side, Sima Xi immediately had the idea of ​​making a fuss.

"The whole army attacked..."

"Run the enemy!"

"kill!"

Amid the shocking shouts of killing, the Zhongshan army took the strong man as the spearhead and prepared to tear the Zhao army's army into a single blow to establish the victory of this war.

"Tait..."

A dull sound came from behind the Zhongshan Army, and the general Sima Xi, who had suddenly looked back with a vigilant look.

The war horses galloped forward, and the soldiers on it gathered into a huge red wave, rolling straight towards the rear of the Zhongshan Army.

In the huge red waves rushing forward, the Wei army's big flag became clearer in Sima Xi's eyes.
Chapter completed!