The two armies dug into each other's formations, and soldiers fell off their horses and died. The battle was particularly fierce.

Almost all of the nearly a thousand soldiers in the front row led by Yue Zhanpeng had blood on their spears. Those at the front had to either kill or be killed. There was no second option.

The soldiers of the Zhenliao Army were formed by the veterans of the original Liao Battalion as the backbone, plus the cavalry from Liaodong who were gradually added to the army during the Pingliao War.

Most of them were veteran soldiers who had fought face to face with the Jin soldiers, and their combat prowess should not be underestimated. Besides, the number of Suppressing Liao troops on the battlefield was twice that of the Yan army. It was obvious that the Suppressing Liao army had the upper hand.

Soon the two sides passed through the formation, leaving nearly a thousand corpses on the vast plain, most of which belonged to the Yan army.

Many war horses that had lost their owners were wandering aimlessly in the open space, their backs still stained with blood.

Occasionally, one or two wounded soldiers who were still alive would let out bursts of wailing, and the shrill screams echoed on the plains. At this time, human life was as cheap as straw.

After the formation came out, both sides came to their previous positions and lined up, preparing for the next charge.

In the Liang army formation, the original rear row of cavalry came to the front and served as the vanguard of the next charge.

These soldiers in the back row maintain the best physical strength. The cavalry charge can maintain the physical strength of the soldiers through this rotation. After all, the front row consumes a lot of physical strength.

"Hu~hu~"

Xu Luo, who was stained with a lot of blood, was reining in his horse and turning around, as the army turned back into formation again.

Xu Luo's palms were trembling slightly, and there was a small scar on his arm. The blood was seeping out little by little, and then dripped down the tip of the gun to the ground, dyeing the yellow sand red.

In the previous round of chiseling formations, Xu Luo broke through five or six Yan army's front lines in succession.

The first two lines were okay, because after being intercepted and killed by our own front row soldiers, the Yan troops were already a little weak by the time they arrived at Xu Luo.

However, as time went on, Yan's soldiers became stronger and stronger, and their offensive became more and more fierce. Xu Luo, who experienced a large-scale cavalry charge for the first time, remained highly nervous at all times, dealing with one wave of confrontation after another.

Often, just after he blocked a shot, he would encounter the scimitar wielded by the next Yan soldier, and he could not relax at all.

Finally, when he was about to break out of the formation, Xu Luo was stabbed. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and the captain beside him killed the Yan soldier with a spear, so he only suffered some skin injuries.

Of course, Xu Luo was not without gains. This time alone, he killed two Yan soldiers and gained a lot.

The team leader next to him cursed and said: "You are really a stupid young man. How can you only look at the front with your eyes? Look at the left and right sides too! If the spear was faster or deeper just now, be careful."

Just eat with one hand for the rest of your life! Damn it!"

The corps commander was angrily spraying Xu Luo, but Xu Luo felt it was very pleasant to his ears. He felt warm in his heart and grinned stupidly.

"I really can't deal with you!"

Seeing that Xu Luo was still happy after being scolded, Chief Wu turned his head away bitterly.

At the forefront of the cavalry was Yue Zhanpeng, who was riding a horse with a gun. Yue Zhanpeng looked at the slightly turbulent Yan army and laughed: "Have fun! Come again!"

Fancha over there had a ferocious smile on his face and murmured: "Let's fight, let's see how long you can stay happy!"

"kill!"

The two armies rushed forward again, and the offensive was faster than just now.

After experiencing three chisels in this way, Yan Jun had killed thousands of people, and Liang Jun had to get better. Except for the physical strength of the soldiers, there was no major damage.

After experiencing a successive war, both sides stopped the footsteps of the offense quite well and stayed in place.

Half of the soldiers have abandoned spears to change their swords and are ready to go close to me.

"Woo ~ oh ~"

Suddenly a sharp horn came from a distance, and the black -crushed army jumped out of the horizon, and it was overwhelming behind the Liang Army. At the same time, it was accompanied by the ghost of the Yan Army's charge.

"Haha! Finally here!" Fan Cha's excitement patted his thigh and laughed: "This time Lao Tzu will not clean up you eighteen times, it's not finished!"

It turned out that the character of Fancha became a bait, and the general attracted here.

At this time, the location of the Zhenliao Army was the place where the Yanbing started in the beginning, which means that the newly emerged Yan Jun and Fancha Department just trapped the Liangjun in the place, faintly forming a surround trend.

Faced with these somewhat dangerous situations, the soldiers in the town Liao Army were not messy, but silently waiting for the order of the general.

Yue Zhanpeng glanced coldly at the troops under the banner of Wan Yan, with a hook at the corner of his mouth, and gently beckoning, he rushed in front of him.

Nearly 10,000 cavalry was solemn, and only hearing the sound of horseshoe increasingly louder. Everyone was charging with Yue Zhanpeng's footsteps, all of which flushed to the Yan Army in front of them, and the facade Yan Yan who killed it behind him.

The Army gradually formed the cone -shaped front line led by Yue Zhanpeng and Lu Feng, and the speed gradually accelerated.

In the distance, Wan Yan Yan, who led the 15,000 thousands of vital forces to the battlefield, saw these scenes that instantly understood the purpose of the Liang Army.

Liang Jun wanted to break through the heads of the Fancha, avoid caught in two sides.

Wan Yan's face was calm and unchanged. He believed that Fancha could block the impact of the Liang Army. As long as he dragged for a while, the cool army would lose heavy losses.

"Follow the future!"

The opposite Fancha also responded, and the anger rushed out of the horse. All the elite ride under his hand also gathered to the central government, and a cone -type front line was also formed.

There was a touch of madness in Fancha's eyes. As long as the shock of the Liang Army blocked, then the 10,000 people would become 10,000 dead corpses. This army would undoubtedly remember it on his head.

So Fancha went out! Struggle!

The cone front of the two sides is getting closer and closer. The spear in the hands of Fancha's hands straight up, and the eyes are fierce.

Just as the Cavalry on both sides was about to hit, the Liang Army suddenly changed.

Yue Zhanpeng and Lu Feng were one left and right, and they were divided into two with Liang Jun.

The situation changed, and the elite of Yan Jun was concentrated in the middle. There were some wounded soldiers who had just been injured on both sides. They were killed by Liang Jun at once.

In the middle, Fan Chasu looked at this scene, and before he reacted, the Liang Army had cut through his two wings.

The dreams of their surrounding the Liang Army were suddenly shattered.

Yue Zhanpeng, who took the lead, turned his head and glanced at Yan Jun, who ate the gray behind his butt, and a sarcasm appeared on his face.

"Damn! Sure enough treacherous!"

Wan Yan Yan, who was so slow, finally merged with Fancha. The 15,000 people's knife tip that he brought was not stained with blood, so he was rushed out by the Liang Army.

Fancha blushed and muttered: "General."
Chapter completed!