"When Huai Yi wakes up, tell him that the future of the Chang family depends on him, and you must not act impulsively.

I, Jing'an, Jingzhe, the family members of the Chang family who died tragically, and the soldiers of the border army will protect you.

Drive out the Yan thieves! Restore our rivers and mountains!"

"promise!"

"Drive out the Yan thieves and restore our rivers and mountains!"

Always bright and full of tears.

"Let's go!"

"Old master, take care!"

"Master, take care!"

Hundreds of elite cavalrymen knelt down and shouted angrily at the same time. These people will protect Chang Yao and Chang Huaiyi from the siege.

These cavalry also understood the difficulty of breaking through, so those who mounted their horses were almost all elites who were not seriously injured. Those who were seriously injured and who could not even sit on their horses stayed behind to avoid hindering their own people.

They are right here, fighting to the death with the Yan army!

Chang Yao got on his horse and roared angrily without any nostalgia:

"Soldiers, follow me and fight out!"

"kill!"

"Kill!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Chi chi chi~"

"Ahhhh~"

The battlefield was bloody, and the few Jingqi were like a small boat in the sea, staggering and fighting in the Yan army's formation, and flew away.

The old man watched the cavalry leave and reluctantly looked back until the cavalry disappeared from sight.

After this separation, he would never see his grandson again.

"Old Master!"

There were about two hundred remaining soldiers gathered around Chang Hantang, almost all of them were wounded and their armors were broken.

Those who have persisted until now and are still alive are all the best among the best. They are all veterans of the Chang family who have been trained on the battlefield for so many years and are the mainstay of the army.

It is a pity that they did not die outside the border, but died in the Central Plains.

The old man in armor picked up a big knife stained with blood from the ground, looked up to the sky and roared:

"Fight, my good sons of the Chang family!"

"war!"

…

Time passed little by little, and fighting continued for almost a day and night on the chaotic battlefield that stretched for dozens of miles. This battle exceeded the expectations of both sides, mainly beyond the expectations of the Chang family.

It was a simple blocking battle, but at the end it was discovered that the Yan army was engaged in an encirclement and annihilation campaign.

I want to eat hundreds of thousands of soldiers in one bite!

When the sun set in the west and the afterglow of the setting sun poured down on the earth, the shouts of killing on the battlefield became much calmer. There were only a few Ning soldiers who were still resisting the Yan army, and there were only dead bodies lying in a pool of blood.

Silent blood~

The most eye-catching battlefield is undoubtedly the battle to encircle and suppress Chang Hantang. Almost all the last elites of the Ning army were committed here to engage in the final hand-to-hand combat with the Yan army.

There were countless casualties.

The Yan army on the third floor and the outer three floors have stopped attacking. Densely packed Yan army infantrymen are surrounding the battlefield with spears in hand. There are also crossbowmen and elite cavalry on the outside to block the route. It can be said that not even a fly can fly out.

In the center of the battlefield stood a slightly lonely old figure.

Duke Anguo of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Chang Hantang.

The dark blue armor had long been dyed red by blood, and the original appearance of the armor could only be vaguely seen. The bun on the top of the head also fell off during the fighting, and the white hair drooped down the back of the head, stained like stars with blood.

Little by little, slowly floating in the wind.

At first glance, it looks a bit majestic.

The old man was holding the big knife full of gaps. He could only stand up even with all his strength, and was unable to swing even one more knife.

There were countless wounds on his thighs, back, and shoulders. After half a lifetime of fighting, the old man had countless wounds on his body.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and slowly scanned the tragic battlefield around him.

All the Chang family generals and frontier soldiers who were protecting him had been killed in battle, and not even a single wounded soldier could move.

Chang Jingzhe's body lay at the old man's feet. Ever since he fell, the old man's feet had never left this land. He killed every Yan army who dared to approach him. He was unwilling to let the Yan army's horse hoofs go again.

Stepping on his son's body.

"If you lose, you will still lose after all~"

The old man murmured, and the tears in his eyes had long dried up.

The Chang family established their clan in Hanzhou City for a hundred years. Countless children of the Chang family guarded the border for generations, and went on to fight against the prairie cavalry. Countless people died in the battle.

It is precisely because of this contribution that the Chang family is respected by the world and able to become the leader of the Qi Party.

But now, the Chang family has perished in his own hands, and both of his sons have died in the battle.

No one knows the specific feelings of the old man, but the rickety figure shrouded in the sunset looks so miserable and lonely.

The dense crowd of raised spears and scimitars all around made people shudder, but the old man's face did not show the slightest hint of fear.

What can the army fear from it?

Just death!

The Yan soldiers around looked at Chang Hantang with very complicated expressions, even with a little admiration.

Such a bad old man has been fighting on the battlefield for so long.

Even with such a serious injury, he didn't even cry out. Even a young and strong man would have passed out from the pain at this moment. Could it be that this old man has a body of steel and iron?

"Hulala~"

The Yan army's encirclement suddenly parted, leaving a spacious passage. A series of war horses passed through the crowd, stepping on the dead bodies, and finally stopped right in front of Chang Hantang.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man, wearing a pair of shining golden armor, with a scimitar hanging at his waist, and his face was expressionless.

The cavalry behind the middle-aged man were all capable soldiers. The fact that there was no blood on their bodies showed that they were not participating in the battle.

One of them, a hunky-backed man, held a big flag high in his hand and stood majestically with his head held high.

The pattern embroidered on the flag is an eight-clawed eagle ~

There is also the word "Muyun".

Muyun Royal Family!

All the soldiers looked at the military flag with respect and even a hint of fanaticism.

"Da~da~"

The middle-aged man gently pulled the reins, took two steps forward with thick and powerful horse hooves, and asked calmly:

"Chang Hantang?"

The middle-aged man's brows have a trace of heroic aura. Although he is middle-aged, the murderous intention in his body has never weakened.

Chang Hantang stared at the middle-aged man closely, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and did not answer. He just straightened his back with great effort and looked upright.

Chang Hantang is not a fool, he naturally knows what the eight-clawed eagle imperial flag means.

But what if you are from the Yanrong royal family?

Has the Chang family ever been afraid of anyone?

"It's really An Guogong Chang Hantang~"

The middle-aged man murmured to himself:

"I have admired your name for a long time."

The entire battlefield was silent, except for the mysterious general's light voice echoing in the field.

This middle-aged man seemed to have magical powers. Ever since he appeared, there had been no noise.
Chapter completed!