A cold light shot out from Wang Yangming's eyes, he threw the telescope in his hand to his personal guards, and walked towards the black horse: "Winning and defeat are here, I will give you a bliss in the West!"

Qinglong Camp followed Wang Yangming like a strong wind toward the remnants of Ning Wang's army centered on Zhang Changzong! Boom! Boom! The Qinglong Army, who was riding a horse, pulled the trigger of five consecutive shots and rushed towards the opponent in a fan shape! Countless scattered

The soldiers rushed up to try to stop them, but they were torn to pieces by the Qinglong Camp! Zhang Changzong was surging with his blood, and he waved his handsome flag desperately, yelling: "Ning Wangjun! Charge!"

The soldiers of the personal guard camp struggled to stand up one after another, raised their bloody arms high, and the broken long sword pointed to the sky: "Ning Wangjun! Charge!"

Zhang Changzong laughed loudly, no longer caring about Ruya who had vowed to defend her to the death, and limped towards the enemy: "Brothers! Die with me! Another man is eighteen years later!"

The bloodthirsty light in Wang Yangming's eyes became more and more powerful. He looked back and shouted: "Qinglong Camp! Annihilate the enemy!" The soldiers of Qinglong Camp behind him followed and shouted: "Annihilate the enemy!" "Annihilate the enemy!" Baihu Camp, Tianlang Camp, abandoned the enemy.

The enemy army, which has lost its combat effectiveness, is slanted and directly inserted into the Ning Wangjun flag. The battle will be a foregone conclusion at this moment. Everyone on the battlefield understands that this collision will determine the fate of more than 100,000 people. Ning Wangjun can still

The small troops that remained in the system rushed to the center of the battle desperately, wanting to add another weight to the scale of the war.

How much is the moment? Sixty blinks! Wang Yangming levered the soul-chasing sword on the saddle, and with the help of the galloping power of the horse, he swept over the Ning Wang Army soldiers who were trying to stop him. He did not slash and parry, but only rely on his extraordinary riding skills.

, Wang Yangming created a bloody road!

As he approached, Zhang Changzong, who was waving the handsome flag, was just around the corner! Wang Yangming flipped his wrist and the narrow soul-chasing knife with a faint light seemed to come alive, jumped up from the saddle, and rushed towards Zhang Changzong with a cold light.

Puff! A figure broke into two pieces, and Zhang Changzong was still shouting wildly. Wang Yangming took a knife and cut off the guard who rushed up to protect Zhang Changzong. He pressed the saddle with his left hand and flew into the air, kicking the spear that was stabbed away, chasing the soul

Knife slashed down!

Boom! The sound of the five consecutive firings was connected, and the Central Army’s personal guard battalion also fell! Qinglong Camp followed Wang Yangming and Ning Wangjun’s personal guard battalion together!

Crack! Crack! The five-shot striker hit the empty space. Wan Songlin threw away the five-shot hair, pulled out the moon-cut knife from his waist and shouted: "Draw the knife!"

The soldiers who shot bullets in Qinglong Camp threw away the five consecutive shots and lit their swords and rushed straight to the enemy! The soul-chasing sword in Wang Yangming's hand flashed with his sword, and his steps were constantly. In front of him was Zhang Changzong who was still fearless!

"Master!" "Master!" The soldiers of the personal guard camp rushed towards Zhang Changzong, trying to defend their Master.

Zhang Changzong ignored him and still tried his best to shout: "Ning Wangjun! Charge!"

The sword flashed, and blood rays in his throat splashed! Wang Yangming rolled and passed by Zhang Changzong! Zhang Changzong did not cover his throat, which was spraying blood, as if he had obtained the expected result, and his eyebrows were relieved. He opened his mouth and poured out

The blood foam blocked the words, and that charge became the last sound of Zhang Changzong!

The soldiers of the personal guard camp were stunned for a moment. Looking at Zhang Changzong who was still standing, they raised their swords and guns in their hands and shouted: "Ning Wangjun! Charge!"

Wang Yangming's qi fortune in Dantian, and a long roar was heard: "Zhang Changzong is dead! Return quickly!"

Crack! Ning Wangjun's flag was folded into two pieces, and the flag fell down!

At this moment, the falling flag took away Ning Wangjun's last courage! The small army that still maintained the establishment stopped running, stood there for a moment, shouted, and ran away in scattered! They were like this, no matter how long they had already become

Most of the soldiers of the Ningwang Army who were stranded, the White Tiger Camp and the Greedy Wolf Camp no longer have combat missions, but just drive away the headless flies and capture the prisoners!

Only the Kaiwei Camp still waved his swords wildly and kept falling under the powerful wolf-cooking army soldiers! Wang Yangming sighed: "Subdue! You are all good men!"

The soldiers in the personal guard camp refused to answer, and still tried their best to drag their bloody bodies, sticking to the soldiers of the Qinglong Camp like a dog-skin plaster. However, such a tragic fight was futile, and they were destroyed by artillery fire for several rounds and bombarded by five consecutive shots. These were extremely old days.

The hard man had long been on the verge of collapse. A quarter of an hour later, only three or five blood-covered soldiers could stand, while the rest were lying on the cold ground and turned into cold ones in the war.

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Wang Yangming shook his head: "Wait! Wan Songlin, take people to clean the battlefield. These people don't have to worry about it!" Then he turned around and said: "You are all loyal and brave men, Wang admires it! It's just that the Han people themselves fight in their own internal struggles, and they are brave and loyal.

What's the point? Subjugate, follow His Highness to gallop around the world, and create a big sky for our Han people!"

A soldier who couldn't see his face clearly grinned: "I haven't read a book! I don't understand any great principles! Those who only know that the scholars die for their confidants! Brothers, the general in front is still waiting for us, let's go!"

"Okay! Haha! Grandmaster, I'm here!" A sergeant slowly turned his blade, crossed his neck, and strangled it hard! Unfortunately, he really had no strength and sat on the ground.

"Idiot! Look, I'm!" Another sergeant roared and rushed to Qinglong Camp to monitor their soldiers' swords. His body was pierced by several swords, hung on the sword and his face was still full of pride.

Smile.

At this point, the final resistance of the Ning Wang Army disappeared, and the battle finally came to an end! The 100,000 Ning Wang Army and the 20,000 Forewar Battalion were the luckiest to escape back to Nanchang City under the leadership of Huang Yuekui; although the 20,000 rear troops had amazing performances

However, under Zhu Feng's sniping, he had to surrender in an organized manner under the leadership of Chu Haikuo; Zhang Changzong of the Central Army was the worst, with only three or five people in the 5,000 guard camps being captured for exhaustion, and the rest were all killed in the battlefield, while the rest were

They were broken up by artillery fire, most of them were captured, and 20% of them were lost to the war.

Wang Yangming had a rough rest and then summoned his troops and headed straight for Nanchang City! The soldiers were very fast! Your Highness’s idea was very correct. He knocked off all the weights in King Ning’s hand, making him exhausted, and became a sharp blade that Your Highness cut at the gentry in Jiangnan.

To achieve this goal, we must conquer Nanchang and drive away Ning Wang to flee before the 20,000 troops of Yingtian Governor's Palace arrived.

Huang Yuekui walked back to Nanchang City, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He knew the fate of Tu Polang. He was far inferior to his relatives and distantness, and his ability and loyalty. But he was a top talent like Tu Polang.

Didn’t Ning Wang give up just by giving up? What about himself? To put it nicely, he turned around, and to put it badly, he was running away on the battlefield! After returning to Nanchang City, perhaps Ning Wang would not do anything to himself because of these 20,000 people.
Chapter completed!