"kill!"

Facing the charge of the Blood Devouring Guards, Qing Yuying roared again, and immediately the two sides collided fiercely.

The three groups of left cavalry troops had a clear division of labor, chasing the tail of the Fuzhou cavalry army and forming a pincer attack with the Qingyu camp, aiming to kill all the Blood Devouring Guards in the cavalry battle.

The other two cavalry groups did not directly break into the formation. Instead, they began to outflank the Fuzhou Cavalry Formation along the two wings, creating a complete circular encirclement. They wanted to build a barrier at the outermost edge of the battlefield to ensure that the Fuzhou Cavalry Army had no

One person can escape.

The purpose of the Liangzhou Cavalry today is to kill all the Blood Devouring Guards and take revenge!

The cavalry of the two armies collided, tens of thousands of people crowded on this battlefield, and the two sides fell into a fierce battle.

After fighting for a long time, Ouyang Jing rushed from left to right, but was unable to break through the encirclement of the Liangzhou cavalry. Everything he saw was a dark mass of cavalry, and the casualties of his cavalrymen were getting heavier and heavier.

The formations of both sides have been disrupted. There are cavalry fighting on horseback. Many cavalry who have fallen from their horses but are still alive have drawn out their scimitars and started fighting on foot. Although the survival rate is extremely low, the Liangzhou cavalry has long been jealous.

, who cares about this.

One after another, people's spears were shattered and they began to fight with their knives. The battlefield was extremely brutal.

At a certain moment, Yu Binyang finally found Ouyang Jing's figure in the chaos.

"Bah!" Yu Binyang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, slapped his horse and rushed towards Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing, who was frowning, seemed to feel a murderous intention coming towards him. He turned his head and looked at the already accelerating horse with a gloomy look. He also raised his gun and charged forward.

The two of them were fighting each other. Ouyang Jing stabbed Yu Binyang in the left shoulder with a spear. Yu Binyang stabbed Ouyang Jing in the thigh with a spear without showing any signs of weakness. Both of them rolled off their horses, blood flowing freely, and all the spears in their hands collapsed.

broken.

Yu Binyang rolled over as he landed on the ground, and before he could stop, he fiercely pulled out the cold knife from his waist and ran towards Ouyang Jing who landed on the ground.

Before Ouyang Jing could take a breath, he looked up and saw a figure leaping high from the sky, and a cold light falling from the sky.

Ouyang Jing was lying on the ground. He didn't have time to get up and hurriedly drew his knife to block it.

"when!"

There was a crisp sound, and Yu Binyang's thunderous knife struck Ouyang Jing's arms numb, causing his body to lean even lower.

"when!"

Another blow, the sword in Ouyang Jing's hand had already been cut with a sharp knife, and the sword was about to come out. Ouyang Jing's expression suddenly changed.

Seeing that the two swords failed to kill the enemy, Yu Binyang used all his strength to jump up again and shouted angrily:

"kill!"

An even more ferocious sword struck forward, as powerful as a mountain. Under Ouyang Jing's frightened eyes, the scimitar in his hand was cut into two pieces by the cold knife, and the blade fell down without any hesitation.

In desperation, Ouyang Jing raised his left hand to block the scimitar. The blade slipped past and Ouyang Jing's left arm was completely cut off, and blood continued to overflow from the wound.

"ah!"

Accompanied by Ouyang Jing's scream, the adopted son of King Fu and the leader of the Blood-devouring Guard was already covered in blood and was dying.

Yu Binyang, who used three swords, held the cold knife and gasped for air. With cold eyes, looking at Ouyang Jing who was struggling on the ground, Yu Binyang raised the knife and charged forward again.

Unexpectedly, suddenly a blood-red spear tip stabbed from the right side, pointing directly at Yu Binyang's throat. Yu Binyang quickly turned sideways and blocked it with a knife before escaping with his life.

Seeing that their general was injured, several Blood Devouring Guards rushed over to protect Ouyang Jing without caring about their own safety.

"General! You go first, let's stop here!" A Blood-devouring Guards officer helped the trembling Ouyang Jing onto the horse, allowing Ouyang Jing to escape from the battlefield, while several people raised their swords to face Yu Binyang.

Ouyang Jing held the reins with one hand and quickly left the battle circle. Before leaving, he turned around and stared coldly at Yu Binyang who was caught in the fight, as if he wanted to remember this picture of the young general who cut off his arm.

I'll take revenge later.

"puff!"

Ouyang Jing, who had just turned his head, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the entire tip of a fine iron spear pierced his chest. Looking along the barrel of the spear, General Chen Yue of Liang Province had murderous intent in his eyes.

.

"drink!"

Chen Yue shouted angrily, and used another force with his arm. The fine iron spear was completely inserted into the armor and passed through his chest, giving Ouyang Jing a chill in his heart.

Ouyang Jing looked at the spear tail still on his chest with dull eyes. The blood in his mouth continued to fall on the gun barrel. His mind gradually became unclear and his eyesight became dark.

He never imagined that this plan to lure the enemy would cost his own life. The original majestic blood-devouring guard general was already in the sunset and was on the verge of collapse. He looked at the young face in front of him in a daze.

At that time, I didn't know that this person was Chen Yue, the commander of the Liangzhou army whom King Fu hated to the core.

Chenyue patted his horse and slowly passed by Ouyang Jing. He looked at the blood-devouring guard general in front of him under the mask with an expressionless face and said: "Remember, my name is Chenyue, and the one who died in the valley was my brother. Liang

Ling Zhen, the commander of Zhou Qingyu Camp, will kill you again on the road to Huangquan!"

Ouyang Jing's eyes widened a bit, and he opened his mouth speechless. Then a cold light flashed through, Chen Yue swung his knife, and the blade of the cold knife gently cut his throat.

"thump!"

Ouyang Jing, who was covered with wounds all over his body, fell down powerlessly. This blood-devouring guard general who had left a great reputation on the border of South Vietnam, and the adopted son of Prince Fu who had killed Yu Wen Chenghua and fled with his life, completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

When the battle reached dusk, there were no Fuzhou cavalry left on the battlefield who could still ride on horseback. The remaining cavalrymen turned into infantry and resisted in a bustling manner, facing the massacre of Liangzhou cavalry with despair.

Some people put down their weapons and wanted to surrender, but the Liangzhou cavalry remained unmoved. What awaited them was still the fierce scimitar.

Chenyue's military order: "There is no need to surrender soldiers in this battle!"

The battle is over, the vast plain is covered with corpses, and the grass is stained red with blood. The Liangzhou cavalry is cruising on the battlefield to see if any fish have slipped through the net. The remaining thousands of Qingyu battalion soldiers are injured all over their bodies.

Under the leadership of Yu Binyang, they all knelt down and kowtowed heavily towards the valley where Ling Zhen was attacked. They knelt down for a long time with tears in their eyes.

Qingyu Camp used blood to commemorate the thousands of undead in the valley!

The white clothes and cloth on Qing Yuying's body were all stained red by blood at this moment, and there was no trace of snow white anymore.

Chenyue rode his horse and held a gun, shouting loudly: "From today on, I will be promoted to the commander of Qingyu Camp in Binyang. In the future, all Qingyu Camps will be equipped with white clothes and white armor to commemorate the first commander of Qingyu Camp, General Ling, and the heroes who died in the battle! Qingyu Camp

Yuying is mighty!"

Yu Binyang stood up, drew his sword and roared: "Qing Yuying!"

"Fight to the death!"

A roar resounded across the bloody battlefield, and a thousand cold knives pointed directly at the sky.

In the spring of the second year of Jingtai, a few days after the leader of the Liangzhou Qingyu camp died in battle, eight thousand cavalrymen of the Fuzhou rebel company, including the Blood-devouring Guards, were killed by the Liangzhou cavalry outside Xiangping Pass. No one survived.

Do you think there is a river of blood under your blood-devouring gun, and there are corpses everywhere?
Chapter completed!