The earth was trembling, and even in the dark, thousands of troops were not in chaos at all. The ranks were neat, there were no weapons or voices, and there were only the sound of hooves that kept ringing in my ears, heavy and depressing.

As they got closer, they finally found that the faces of these knights were covered with colorful oil paints. In the darkness of the night, they seemed to be ferocious gods and evil spirits, and their armor and clothes were not very different from ordinary soldiers. Without wearing heavy iron, the soldiers were all wearing light leather armor.

At the front of the team, there was a fiery red rider. The horse knight had an extremely ferocious skeleton face, gloomy and dark eyes, even the night color could not cover up its bloodthirsty light.

Yang Zheng looked at him with satisfaction and marched anxiously.

In my mind, I was still savoring the extremely reluctant expression on Manche's face just now.

Each country has its own secret ace. The griffin knights and mammoth charge regiments of Cangyue Kingdom, the blood guards of guarding Rong Kingdom, and the Liuyun Kingdom are no exception. The Yellow Sheep Knight is Manche's most proud secret ace. The grassland people who are good at riding skills use secret techniques to train such a super cavalry.

The yellow sheep are extremely difficult to catch. They are twice as fast as ordinary horses, and their endurance is comparable to a camel, and they can run wildly for a day and night.

The specially trained yellow sheep knights have excellent military strength and are suitable for combat on any terrain. They are definitely the most fierce and swift force on the grassland. No cavalry can fight with them on the grassland.

After a night of running, Yang Zheng crossed the border with his troops after a darkest moment before dawn.

At this time, the overall quality of the Yellow Knight was also reflected.

After such a long high-speed march, the knights were still bright and bright, with their chests raised and their heads raised, maintaining their strong combat power, while the speed of the yellow sheep mounts did not slow down at all.

The night became even more gloomy, the sun at dawn did not rise for a long time, and the cumulative clouds in the sky made the stars and moons invisible. The whole thing was dark. When Yang Zheng led the group of demon cavalry to cross the border, the dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the wind whistled and hit the faces.

Yang Zheng looked up at the sky and saw the dark clouds becoming scattered under the wind. Obviously a storm was coming.

"General, ahead is the first line of defense of the Weirong Army, Zhayun Mountain." Manta, who led the Yellow Cavalry, suddenly accelerated his horse speed and came to Yang Zheng. He pointed to a mountain hidden in the dark sky. The mountain lies across the border of Weirong and Liuyun, as gloomy as a female giant beast lying on the dark night.

"Stop!" Yang Zheng waved.

The two thousand cavalrymen stopped neatly from left to right. They were the most elite group of people in the entire Demon Army. Whether it was riding, combat power, or cooperation ability, they were one victory higher than other Demon Army.

"You wrap the sheep's hooves and seal the mouth of the mount with a leather cover!"

After the order was issued, the yellow sheep knights jumped off their horses and quickly put out velvet cloth to wrap the sheep's hooves from the horse bag.

The quality of the Celestial Knight was amazing, and the soldiers completed it very quickly. After a few minutes, all the soldiers were ready.

Yang Zheng's eyes fell on Zhaiyun Mountain, which was the first line of defense for the front line of Weirong and Liuyun Kingdom, and there was only one line of defense. Now that the battle between Cangyue Kingdom and Weirong Kingdom has begun, the defense here is relatively relaxed, not to mention that if a large army really attacks, this outpost is just a warning effect.

The yellow sheep cavalry wrapped in sheep's hooves floated quietly toward Zhaiyun Mountain.

Walking through a winding path like a line in the dense forests, Yang Zheng and the others' actions seemed light and agile. After he led a hundred cavalry to dismount, he quickly spread on the mountain. Before dawn, the lush forests were like monsters and monsters with their teeth and claws, and the quiet forest gave a particularly gloomy and dark feeling. The birds on the tops were awakened by the sound of footsteps, flapping their wings and opening their mouths to scream, and an arrow pierced its throat silently. The birds rolled down from the branches and were captured by the archers under the tree. The miraculous shooting technique made Yang Zheng admire him. The Yellow Sheep Cavalry is worthy of being the ace force.

Along the way, there was a light sound of arrows breaking through the air, and then a person would approach silently, hold the death sentry and gently put it aside.

"Gugu-gugu-gu--"

A few night-like cry sounded in the darkness, and after a moment, the sound of birds kept coming from all around.

Yang Zheng knew that the cavalry had cleared the surrounding secret sentries.

Yang Zheng waved his hand and began to touch the forbidden camp with his cavalry. When he arrived at the gate of the forbidden camp, Yang Zheng asked everyone to stop. Two dim points flashed at the gate of the camp. The camp was silent. Occasionally, a lonely neigh came from the neighing of a horse. The guards and the army did not know that there were three thousand ghost-like soldiers approaching.

Yang Zheng made a gesture and pulled out a small crossbow. Then six of the most flexible soldiers jumped off the horse and followed Yang Zheng into the woods. Several people hid their bodies by the trees and rocks, and they were close to the distance of more than 20 meters to the Forbidden Camp. They could clearly see four sleepy soldiers at the Forbidden Camp's door, holding a few spears and leaning against the front door. The dim light was blown by the mountain wind. Two of the soldiers shrank their necks and squeezed into the door.

Yang Zheng did not take action immediately. After he asked his subordinates to aim at the four guard soldiers, he approached the camp fence alone. The thick fence blocked Yang Zheng's footsteps. He found a tall tree, climbed up, and watched through the thick branches.

The beacon tower is on a slightly higher mound in the east corner of the camp. It is about 300 meters away from the beacon tower. On the way, there are a row of barracks and stables, and a team of soldiers patrolling around.

After observing for a while, Yang Zheng slid down the big tree and issued an order to the cavalry in the distance. More than a hundred people climbed onto the big tree.

Yang Zheng returned to the camp gate and cut down with his hands.

Only the short sound of arrows breaking through the air, four crossbow arrows had already crossed the night sky, and penetrated into the throats of the four gatekeepers like a poisonous snake. Without even humming, several people turned their eyes back. Several black shadows quickly rushed out and caught them the moment the corpses of the gatekeepers fell to the ground.

At the same time, the archers on the tree aimed at the fence and sentry towers to the guard post. Hundreds of sharp arrows shot into the guard post together. There were constant groans in the night sky, and more arrows aimed at the burning torches and oil lamps. They were extinguished at the same time under a volley. The Wei Rong army inside was suddenly in the dark and shouted in panic.

Yang Zheng had already returned to the army a hundred meters away. He jumped onto the three-eyed horse and shouted in a deep voice: "Run!"

The entire demon army launched together, and in the blink of an eye, it was a hundred meters away. The gate had been opened by the soldiers guarding the devil army who had been shot to death.

Yang Zheng waved his spear and rushed into the outpost camp of the Weirong Army. The camp was dim, but it could not stop the demon army from trampling.

Yang Zheng was the first to enter. A long spear turned into a dragon, and the light and shadow flashed. Only a few soldiers of the Guards broke their bones and blew their bodies and fell down with blood.

The Wei Rong army, who was rushing in by a group of yellow sheep cavalry like a wolf, tiger, and the Wei Rong army, who was still unable to figure out the situation, became a lamb under the butcher's knife. The sheep-hoofed yellow sheep cavalry surrounded the sheep and the yellow sheep cavalry rushed back and forth silently, except for the Wei Rong army's continuous screams and the sound of weapons entering the flesh, there was no extra sound.

The scimitars and spears were like hideous fangs at midnight, constantly killing and tearing the fresh body into the mouth.

The cavalry rushing around stepped into the cloth tents and stabbed them hard. They directly overturned the tent. The soldiers in their sleep had no idea what was going on. When they got up and tried to rush out of the tent in shorts, the entire tent had been overturned and pressed on them. Then, a series of heavy and powerful trampled. Countless big sheep hooves rushed past the top of the tent. How did the soldiers pressed down below resist the pressure of the yellow sheep and the cavalry hundreds of kilograms, and were trampled into meat pie.

Blood squirted out of the body made of minced meat and cracked bones, instantly dyeing the white tent into a purple color.

Even if some lucky soldiers rushed out of the tent, they were greeted by several spears rushing over.

Since Yang Zheng rushed into the camp gate, he did not stop for a moment and rushed towards the beacon tower. A three hundred meters away extended a path of bloody meat under his feet.

He rushed to the front, with the most soldiers in front of him, but these soldiers had no ability to stop for a moment, and became a ghost under the shadow of the gun.

The more you leaned into the beacon tower, the more soldiers there were. Yang Zheng heard someone in the crowd shouting, "Go and light the fire."

His ears moved.

His eyes suddenly swept away, and he saw a man in silver armor yelling there. The night was dark, and he didn't look closely. He was guarding dozens of soldiers next to him, holding up his spears.

More soldiers began to rush towards the beacon tower.

Yang Zheng snorted coldly, and the three-eyed horse neighed, which suddenly accelerated its speed. The fiery red mane looked like a fire dancing elves under the night.

Each man and his rider swept over like a whirlwind, and Yang Zheng's spear swung a big circle in the sky.

With a series of explosions and screams, more than a dozen soldiers were swept into the air by the force of the spear, spewing blood out of the ground. Under the high-speed charge of the three-eyed horse, the murderous aura was surging like an air wall. The soldiers who were in front of them could not resist and were rushed to death by the strong horse.

"Stop him!" The silver-armored general rushed over with a group of soldiers.

Yang Zheng swept several soldiers with one shot. The silver-armored general's spear had already stabbed. The strong wind of cutting his body made Yang Zheng frightened. He turned sideways and avoided the extremely fast shot. The spear was tilted and silently slashed towards the man's lower abdomen. Yang Zheng killed the enemy for many days and knew his strength very well. An ordinary master was definitely not a single general on the battlefield.

But the man flashed over the killing halberd.

Yang Zheng pulled the reins and looked at the silver-armored general again.

The two of them have been fighting to this day, and this is the first time they are looking head-on. After seeing this, Yang Zheng was stunned.

"It's you!"

The silver-armored general turned out to be Mu Feiyun, the deputy commander of the Weirong Army on the Eastern Front.

A deputy commander was actually sent to such a forward post. Yang Zheng thought about it and knew that Mu Feiyun must have been demoted here by Raymonster because of his own relationship.

When Yang Zheng established his authority in the Eastern Front Army, Mu Feiyun had always been by Yang Zheng. It can be said that in the entire camp, he was the senior general who had seen Yang Zheng's ability from beginning to end, and he was the most respectful to Yang Zheng. Now, only half a year has passed, and the two have met on the battlefield.

The sound on the beacon tower interrupted the silence between the two.

Yang Zheng looked up and saw several soldiers climbing up the beacon tower and lit torches on it.

Yang Zheng quickly swept his halberd towards Mu Feiyun. Mu Feiyun was not an ordinary person. Under the strong wind, he quickly swung his gun to block it. Who knew that the gun was extremely powerful, which shocked him to burst his tiger's mouth and the horse under his crotch had to retreat even harder.

With the rebound force, Yang Zheng had already rushed to the beacon tower.

Mu Feiyun yelled anxiously: "Stop him quickly. Soldier, light the fire!"

The soldiers of the Guard gathered and flocked to Yang Zheng.

Seeing that it was too late, Yang Zheng suddenly put down his spear and pulled the heavy black iron bow from the horse bag. The bow he made was much thicker than an ordinary long bow. The string rope was the thickness of a thumb. When Yang Zheng put his hand on, an iron arrow had already been placed on the string, and his right arm instantly swelled. His clothes bulged like a balloon.

A weird growl.

The arrow cut through the sky and rushed towards the beacon tower with a scream.

moment!

A "bang!" exploded.

The long arrow drilled through the wall of the beacon tower, and a deep hole with a diameter of half a meter was broken by the arrow, and the gravel powder exploded and shot outward.

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from the top of the beacon tower, and the soldier who was igniting it seemed to be hit by something. He threw himself into the sky and fell down like a parabola. He fell to the ground, and the chest and abdomen of his body was a big hole that made his scalp numb.

The soldiers below made an uproar, and then the black iron cavalry rushed over, and the yellow sheep cavalry behind Yang Zheng arrived.

Mu Feiyun just glanced at the number of cavalrymen who arrived at the ground and knew that the situation was over tonight.

"General, we protect you, run away quickly!" Those who were guarding Mu Yun were his confidants, extremely loyal.

"Escape, where to escape?" Mu Feiyun's mouth smiled bitterly. He had already taken the initiative to be a stationed post because he couldn't stand Ramonster. If the post tower fails, even if he escapes back to Yulong Mountain, he may have to be a traitor.

The yellow sheep cavalry surrounded the remaining cavalry.

Yang Zheng's face was hidden under the mask. Mu Feiyun couldn't recognize him, but he recognized the ace knight of Liuyun Kingdom. Mu Feiyun stared at Yang Zheng and said resentfully: "Your country and our country are allies, why did you turn against each other at this time?"

Yang Zheng did not answer him, changed his voice and shouted, "Put down your weapons, I can let you live."

Mu Feiyun laughed loudly and said, "We Weirong Kingdom does not have anyone who is afraid of life and death. If you want to kill, kill it. What are you talking about?"

The remaining one is the end, and the defeat is like a mountain of defeat.

Mu Feiyun's eyes were red and suddenly rushed forward. Unfortunately, the gap between him and Yang Zheng was too big. He was shot in the head and knocked out directly.

Yang Zheng pointed at Mu Feiyun on the ground with his gun and said quietly to the guard soldiers: "I advise you to surrender, and you can save your general's life."

The soldiers at the outpost looked at each other and finally chose to surrender.

Yang Zheng silently waited for the soldiers to put down their weapons, and then ordered the cavalry to tie them up: "Leave fifty people to watch these soldiers, and the others put the Wei Rong Army in the future.

Peel it off, put it on your body and gather quickly!”
To be continued...