"General, we have built the weapons you designed!" A personal soldier stepped into the central army's tent and reported respectfully.

"So quickly, take me to see!" Yang Zheng threw down the quill in his hand, stood up and strode out of the tent.

On the training ground, the soldiers were doing physical training guided by Yang Zheng. Some were running back and forth, some were running long-distance with weights, and some were jumping around, making a frog, making a fucking roar. The novel physical training made the soldiers confused, but they still completed the training without fail, who had respected Yang Zheng like a god.

This is an era when heroes are easy to emerge. Wars with cold weapons are more cruel and more personal heroic than modern hot weapons wars. Since Yang Zheng broke into the 100,000 wolf army alone and returned safely, in the hearts of the Weirong soldiers, he is no longer as simple as a general, but a belief in victory, supporting their spiritual pillar.

When he arrived at the high platform beside the training ground, the personal soldiers waved down: "Come on!"

Two strong soldiers lifted a weapon that was more than three meters long and strange, and looked strange. They saw a metal spear tip at the front of the weapon, and a crescent-shaped blade on one side was connected to the spear tip through two branches, which could be stabbed or cut. If General Fengxian had reborn back then, he would have exclaimed, because the structure of the weapon was almost exactly the same as his famous weapon Fang Tian Hua Ji. However, the whole body of this halberd was made of the heaviest black iron among the iron, polished to make the black light shine. The heavy body of the halberd and the fierce and ferocious appearance were like a female hiding beast.

When Yang Zhengchuyi saw this halberd, his eyes were bright.

He walked out in a deep step, grabbed the body of the halberd with one hand, and threw it upwards. Fang Tian's painting halberd flew into the sky with a harsh sound of wind. The onlookers exclaimed, and the strong man lifted the halberd was even more stunned. The halberd weighed 120 kilograms, but it was thrown by the general and flew up more than ten meters. This divine power can almost be described as terrifying.

The iron halberd flew to the highest point and fell vertically. Yang Zheng raised his head and looked coldly at the heavy halberd. At the moment when he was about to reach his body, Fang Tian's painting halberd fell into his hand in the right hand side. He shouted violently. The iron halberd was like the wind, either pricking, hooking, pecking, tapping, and swinging. Fang Tian's painting halberd danced a black light around him. The halberd wind gradually formed a vague tornado around Yang Zheng. Yang Zheng was hidden in the light of the halberd. The sharp momentum forced the personal soldiers on the stage and the two strong men to retreat involuntarily.

The soldiers under the stage were sweating coldly when they saw it. The hideous mask occasionally exposed from the light of the halberd made the halberd dance full of strange shock.

Unknown mystery, super power, a mask that seduces people's hearts.

In the wild and uncivilized Blue Wind Continent, it is like a real demon messenger descending. Before he knew it, a spiritual totem had been formed.

When the halberd dance reached its peak, the air around it seemed to have life, and it flew throughout the entire teaching hall like a tide, gradually solidifying the nerves of everyone watching, tightening their throats, causing them to breathe rapidly one by one. This is not a real feeling, but the crazy and wanton murderous aura has already come to the face, like a knife cutting their bodies, causing them to tremble and close their eyes one by one.

The last shout.

The long halberd drew a big circle and stood back.

The metal drill bit at the rear tail of the gun was deeply buried in the bricks and stones.

The fourth day after the fire burned thousands of troops!

Three riders rushed out of Yulong Mountain.

In the wilderness, birds, yellow antelope, and bison flew around from time to time. The sky and the earth were boundless. On the right was the continuous Femir Mountains. Except for the peaks, they were covered with green vegetation, like a undulating green sea wave stretching into the distance. The leader was Yang Zheng, with a Tianhua Ji tied to the back, and behind him were two personal soldiers. The direction of this trip was Luoer Mountain!

Half a day later, the three cavalry had already rushed to a high hill, and the Luoer Mountain was far away.

"Stop!" Yang Zheng held the reins.

The two soldiers then stopped. Looking from Gaoqiu, they saw a vast plain in front of them, two parts of the black army, and the army close to Gaoqiu was flying with the "Gui" flag, which was undoubtedly the army on the eastern front of Weirong. At Luoer Pass, with Yang Zheng's sharp eyes, they could only vaguely see the glow of a scimitar, shining dazzlingly.

On the plain confrontation between the two sides, the grass had long been flattened, revealing a large area of ​​black and colorful land, with corpses everywhere, which shows the cruelty and dangers of the war between the two sides over the past few days. Yang Zhengmu estimated that the Guizang army was only 60,000 or 70,000, which was far less than the 110,000 that had besieged Sobadin at the beginning. It seemed that the losses were very heavy.

The Wei Rong army had already set up camps in the rear, and the smoke from the bonfire was filled with smoke. The logistics soldiers in the rear were making fires to cook.

Suddenly, the sound of drumbeats came from the front, dull and urgent.

Countless scimitars glowed.

A personal soldier behind Yang Zheng said in a shocked moment: "The war is going to start! General, let's go down!"

"Wait! Let's talk about it!" Yang Zheng raised his hand and signaled.

When the war drums sounded, the Wei Rong army also became turbulent. The cavalry that had already gathered in front all quickly boarded the horses, and the sound of swords came. In a moment, two huge square formations were also completed, and the loud charge "Wuwu--" sounded, soaring into the sky.

The atmosphere of war suddenly made the air heavy and tense. Even the horses under the crotch of Yang Zheng and the other two, who were more than ten miles away, tapped the horse's hooves in a hurry, and made a sound of horse neighing in their mouths and noses.

The sound of rushing suddenly gathered from the world like a torrent, and then spread out to the surroundings.

Ten thousand horses from both sides ran wildly on the plains to hedge.

The land under your feet roared and trembled, as if it was about to crack at any time.

Yang Zheng's masked face could not see any expression, but the cold eyes in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He has not experienced such a big scene of cavalry hedging.

The three thousand cavalry battles against the three thousand wolf-fanged army were really small compared to the ten thousand cavalry hedging in front of him. The black torrent rushed rapidly, gradually covering the plains and clearings between the two sides like curtains. In the end, the two black cloths collided together, and the sound of swords and guns slashing and hissings were connected together.

The cruelty of the battlefield is absolutely unimaginable without seeing it with your own eyes.

Yang Zheng only saw the cavalry on both sides confronting each other in the middle, and people like ants fell down like mowed grass, and blood gradually swam red the land under his feet.

In the sixty-year-old cavalry battle, the ability of a single person is really limited. Even if there are small waves, it will be quickly swallowed up by more violent waves.

The two soldiers behind Yang Zheng were trembling all over their bodies and their blood was boiling, and they were reluctant to rush into the battlefield immediately.

But the Demon God was on the side, and the two of them could only suppress the manic blood.

After rushing for a moment, another rapid drum beat, the cavalry of Liuyun Kingdom began to retreat. As soon as the guards chased to Luoer Mountain, countless sharp arrows flew over, and the call for withdrawal sounded from the Guizang army. After leaving more than a thousand corpses, ten thousand cavalry retreated to their own side. Liuyun Cavalry retreated to Luoer Mountain. Everything that just happened was like an illusion, and everything returned to its starting state.

"Go down!" Yang Zheng twitched his horse's thighs, and the horse neighed in pain, carrying first-class smoke and dust, rushed towards the Wei Rong Army's camp, and the personal soldiers followed closely behind him.

When they rushed to a place three miles away from the Daying, a team of cavalry rushed out from the Wei Rong army and rode their horses toward this side.

"Who is coming!"

Yang Zheng stopped the horse and waved to a personal soldier behind him. The personal soldier immediately met the group of cavalry.

After a brief handover, one of the cavalry teams ran towards the camp.

In the past few days, everything that happened in the main business of Yulong Mountain has long been transmitted to Luoer Mountain through scouts.

Even if Guan is a hundred miles away, the Demon God General has become famous.

The cavalry looked at Yang Zheng curiously, and occasionally said a few words.

A moment later, there was a commotion in the camp, and Gui Zang first ran out of the camp with a group of personal soldiers.

After confirming the supreme golden snake talisman handed over by his personal soldiers, Gui Zang did not dare to neglect it. He stopped after leaving more than 20 meters in front of Yang Zheng, and all senior officers were dismounted. Yang Zheng sat on the horse calmly. Since he played a superior, the more arrogant he was, the better. In fact, in the army, it was suspected that he had reduced his identity for no reason.

Guizang looked dusty, with a vicissitudes of purple face, thick tail marks in his eyes, and deep fatigue could not be hidden in his eyes. In just over half a year, he seemed to be more than ten years older than when Yang Zheng saw him last time.

Until he hid in front of him, Yang Zheng pulled out the Fangtian Painted Ridge on his back and got off from the horse.

"Sir, I will solve the danger of my Yulong Mountain, which is really a blessing for me to defend the Rong." Gui Zang hurriedly knelt down half-kneel, symbolizing the power of the Golden Snake Talisman. Even if he could not appoint and remove the commander, he still had a great influence on the army.

Yang Zheng held him, his voice full of coldness as metal: "The commander doesn't have to be too polite. Now it's an extraordinary moment in the war. We should enter the camp quickly and discuss how to defeat the enemy. "

At night, the cold wind blew in the wilderness, and thousands of corpses on the battlefield were like countless lonely night ghosts wandering around under the whistling of the cold wind.

The moon tonight had already hidden in a cloudy cloud. On the dark night, only the stars and ignitions emerged from the two armies. Yang Zheng and Gui Zang climbed the four-meter-high chariot, and the wind blew the big flags on the chariot.

"Mr. Yu, do you have to take action personally?" Yang Zheng's external name is Mr. Yu, the teacher of the Eighth Prince of Wei Rong, with the nickname Mr. Yu (the name Yu is the name of Yang Zheng's girlfriend Xiaoyan back then). He has been living in the deep palace for a long time. This is the first time he has come out. With the Golden Snake Talisman, Gui Zang believes it without doubt. Not to mention the rare appearance of the Golden Snake Talisman, it is Yang Zheng who burns 30,000 cavalry of the Wolf Army, which has been the biggest victory against the Wolf Army in the past six years.

Yang Zheng's cold eyes were locked firmly in the distant mountains and forests.

The metallic sound rang again: "The night attack was serious, and I was the only one who took action himself. Are the horses and those arrows ready?"

Gui Zang nodded: "Mr. Zun's intention, he wrapped a thousand horses under his hooves, and a hundred thousand arrows were already drifting black."

"Very good. Tonight I will let the Tianzhi tribe taste tired of running around, and the commander will let the remaining soldiers rest well, and launch a general attack the moment the sun jumps out of the horizon tomorrow morning!"

The night is getting darker.

A thousand sharpshooters selected from the army had already gathered one mile from the left side of the camp.

Under the cover of tens of thousands of troops, the activities of these thousand people were simply a small wave in the sea, and did not attract the attention of the Tianzhi cavalry at all, let alone the night was so dark.

"General..." Seeing a tall figure gradually emerging in the distance, the soldiers were slightly uproaring.

Yang Zheng looked at the group of cavalry under his command. After training and fighting, they were becoming more mature. Each of them covered their bodies with a black cloth cloak, leaving only a pair of eyes. Every horse around them had black fur. Five tubes of feathered arrows drifted into black were hung on the side of the horse, twenty tubes of each tube, which means one hundred arrows per person, and a total of one thousand people were 100 arrows.

"I would like to emphasize the key points to pay attention to in the action. From the moment I get on the horse to the end of the action, no one is allowed to make any sound. If anyone makes a sound, the person next to him will be responsible for killing him. You will all cover yourself with black cloth, and no one can recognize anyone at night, so don't have any psychological burden. Also, all actions are directed by the code I send as a guide, try to make it as the wind as possible. Do you know?"

Yang Zheng shouted softly, and the cavalry did not dare to speak, and nodded repeatedly.

"Very good, get on!"

The horse's mouth has been sealed with a horse's sleeve, and a thick black cloth is wrapped under the horse's hooves, so it is silent after getting on the horse.

After Yang Zheng rode his strongest dark horse, he waved his hand and a thousand riders floated towards Luoer Mountain like a group of ghosts in the dark.

Luoer Mountain has a very complex terrain and is also very broad, stretching over the grassland to form a natural barrier. The cavalry of the Tianzhi tribe is stationed in the middle of the mountain, using huge trees and rocks as a cover, and many antler fences were laid on the outside. If the Wei Rong army wants to invade, it will cost a huge price.

But what Yang Zheng wanted to do was not to break through the Tianzhi clan's camp.

When he reached the foot of Luoer Mountain, he saw the wind lights looming in the woods. The night was already deep. Except for the necessary patrol soldiers, all the soldiers of the Tianzhi clan had entered the camp to rest.

Yang Zheng slowed down his horse and meandered forward on the mountain.

The modified body and facial features of "Barbie" are much more sensitive than Superman. The dark night does not cause him trouble, but instead gives him the advantage.

A long way from the Tianzhi Clan camp, Yang Zheng pulled the longbow in his hand without warning and shot at the top of a tree at an extremely strange speed. After a muffled sound, a person fell from the tree. He shot several arrows in succession at the bushes, rocks, and soil trash. Each arrow brought out a blood flower and bloomed in the dark.

The cavalry behind Yang Zheng showed horror in their eyes.

What kind of archery and eyesight is this? It was actually a perfect match on such a dark night. I was originally half-believing and half-doubted about the rumors about this demon general, thinking that it was just a guy pretending to be a ghost, but after seeing such terrifying archery, all the soldiers dared not be arrogant anymore.

The secret whistles were cleared one by one, and the Tianzhi Clan camp in the distance did not notice that the danger was approaching.

After confirming that there were no sentries around, Yang Zhengma winded up along the mountain road, and the soldiers followed firmly behind.

There are still three hundred meters away from the Tianzhi Clan camp. Yang Zheng led the cavalry to the halfway up the Luoer Mountain, and the entire Tianzhi Clan camp was at his feet.

He raised his hand and felt the wind direction, and said in a deep voice: "Shot the volley towards the 25th degree angle on the left, use all your strength, and don't aim. There are so many people below, and you can shoot a few of them at will."

He took the lead in pulling the iron-tied longbow and shot an arrow into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, dense sob sounds sounded one after another, and arrows slid out in the air, and drifted towards the camp below under the wind.

The dark night, the dark arrows.
To be continued...