Afternoon.

The snow was covered with blood, and the Iron Cavalry of Yunzhou and countless demon soldiers were corpses all over the field.

Wuhou Yue Hao stood on the ground with a blood-stained Rong Jia, leaning on a sword, looking at the endless corpses in the distance, and his heart was filled with sadness. At the beginning, he took their troops out of Guxi Pass and thought that there would be such a day, but when this day really came, the veteran of the dynasty felt extremely sad inside.

"Mr.!"

Lin Wuyang looked at the distance, his eyes were already blood-red, and he said, "Li Ji and Luo Chong, the two Jiedu governors, had nearly 160,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry, all died in battle, and none left the battlefield! The two Jiedu governors... had their heads cut off by the demons, and their bodies had been found..."

"I know, I know everything."

Yue Hao's palm trembled slightly: "My Yunzhou Iron Cavalry... will never retreat timidly..."

"Mr.!"

Another monk with the army fell from the sky, holding a golden-finned flying fish in his hand, and said, "I received a letter from the flying fish on the east battlefield. Ningzhou and Yanzhou were 300,000 armored soldiers, and were attacked by nearly 500,000 iron cavalry of the demon clan for a day and night. Finally, I couldn't stop it. Just now... the central army had been broken, Han Shanyi, Qin Yiran and other Jiedushi died in battle, and Yang Zhi was left, who was still fighting alone to resist the charge of the demon clan's cavalry... "

"knew."

Yue Hao seemed to have grown up ten years in an instant, his eyes were a little muddy, and he said, "The situation is over..."

Lin Wuyang, Li Xuanji, Ning Ze, and Wen Tingwan knelt down together. Lin Wuyang said in a deep voice: "Junhou, we escort Junhou to fight southward to a bloody road. We still have more than 100,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry in our hands. As long as the soldiers work hard, they will definitely be able to fight back to Guxi Pass. After returning to the south... we can regroup!"

“No need.”

Yue Hao waved his hand gently and murmured: "A few days ago, 530,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry, 200,000 Ningzhou Armors, and 200,000 Yanzhou Armors, a total of 930,000 dynasty warriors followed me to the north. Now, those who are seriously injured and those who are dead in battle will die. I can no longer bring these children back to my hometown. The reason for the defeat in the battle is that it is the fault of me, Yue Hao, and it has nothing to do with the soldiers..."

"Mr.!"

Lin Wuyang said in a deep voice: "Come here, escort the lord to retreat!"

"No!"

Yue Hao suddenly shouted softly and said, "Listen to our military order!"

Lin Wuyang frowned and knelt on one knee with the three governors again: "Please give orders to the Lord...!"

"Lin Wuyang, Li Xuanji, Ning Ze, Wen Tingwan, you will lead your Yunzhou Iron Cavalry to stop attacking and killing the demon clan's tent immediately. The entire army will cover the east and meet with Yang Zhi's troops. Then, break through the siege and rush back to the south. How much can you go back?"

The veteran general's voice was heartbroken and said, "I, Yue Hao, lead thousands of brothers from the Guards, to stay for your rear!"

"Mr.!"

A group of generals knelt down in one go.

"As long as you follow the order!"

Yue Hao's voice trembled, and he looked at the south, tears rolled out: "I, Yue Hao... I have no face anymore and will go back to Da Shang again. The entire army will immediately set off, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Everyone stood up one after another and left with tears.

On the snow, Yue Hao carried the blood-stained battle sword and the thousands of guard camps behind him. He suddenly remembered something and said, "On the battlefield on the west side... how? The 20,000 snow-capped Tianchi Iron Cavalry led by Lin Zhao..."

"They are still dealing with the two military tents commanded by Yu'an."

A monk said respectfully: "Lin Zhao replied to the Feiyu's letter, asking us not to worry, and break out if we have the opportunity. As for his side, he will drag the forces of the two military tents of the demon clan. By the early 20th of this month, Lin Zhao will retreat. He... Please take care of the Lord and keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood."

"Lin Zhao..."

Yue Hao looked up at the sky, tears flowing: "The Great Chen Dynasty has produced famous generals in the world... and I, the Great Shang..."

"Mr.!"

A commander of a thousand men said in a deep voice: "Retreat, we will cover the retreat of the Lord!"

"No need!"

Yue Hao said calmly: "Listen, the sound of war drums in the demon clan's military tent sounded again. When they saw the Yunzhou Iron Cavalry retreating, they would inevitably launch an offensive. If there was no one behind the palace, more than 100,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry would still be unable to escape and die."

He looked at everyone: "The guard camp obeys the order. If you don't want to die here in battle, you will immediately follow the Iron Cavalry of Yunzhou. If you are willing to die in battle, you will die with me, Yue Hao!"

Everyone knelt down one after another: "They followed the lord and the lord to die!"

No one was afraid to fight.

...

Jade tent.

On the sand table, dense marching trajectories are marked.

"damn it!"

A great demon in the eleventh realm suddenly fell on the table and roared: "Lin Zhao is like a loach, and has repeatedly drilled out of the gap between us. This is the third time he has passed through the pine forest. Every time he passes through the pine forest, he will inevitably attack our weakest position and cause us heavy losses!"

"Shut up!"

On the side, Yu Qing's pretty face turned red, and she was almost angry.

Two military tents and six teams, each of which was enough to defeat more than 10,000 cavalry led by Lin Zhao, but Lin Zhao could avoid the edge every time. On the sand table, the young man's marching trajectory was like a help from ghosts and gods. Even the retreat route was only more than ten miles away from the marching route of the demon army, and he passed by!

Moreover, the more than 10,000 cavalry in the snowy Tianchi Lake combined movement and stillness, and sometimes dormant, allowing the army arranged by Yuzun to kill an empty space on the predetermined route, and sometimes accelerated the march, leaving the encirclement arranged by Yuzun to find nothing. On this sand table, the young man seemed to have opened his eyes and could avoid the hunting of Yuzun every time.

"He...who is he!?"

Yu Gui gritted his teeth: "Can the Soldier Reincarnation be reincarnated?"

"Won't."

A great demon in the eleventh realm said in a deep voice: "The Soldier Saint Sun had already died more than a thousand years ago. The second Soldier Saint who was granted the title of Heaven and Earth and was in charge of the ancestral court of the military ancestral court is still in the ancestral court of the military ancestral court, and the second generation Soldier Saint looks like a young man, definitely not that young man."

Yu Ju said hatefully: "Continue to encircle, two troops from the north are rushing south, and two troops from the south are huddling in the middle. This time I want to make it difficult for him to fly. Besides, what's going on with Yue Hao?"

“Retreat.”

A ten thousand men of the demon clan said: "We just received a letter from Feiyu not long ago. Yue Hao ordered the few remaining more than 100,000 Yunzhou Iron Cavalry to retreat eastward, but he led thousands of guard camps to leave the palace behind and seek death."

"oh?"

Yu Ni narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Send the order, let Lord Bai Lan go there. He has long wanted to take off Yue Hao's head with his own hands. This credit must be given to him. In addition, two military tents were drawn from the forces that besieged the Iron Cavalry of Yunzhou and come together to encircle Lin Zhao. I don't believe that 700,000 troops could not kill him, Lin Zhao!"

"yes!"

...

Early in the morning.

Thousands of cavalry of the Guards rushed together with Yue Hao, blocking the attack of the demon clan again and again. At this time, the cavalry fell one by one, and the number was getting smaller and smaller. Yue Hao, the 11th-level Tianyuan martial artist, was already covered in blood. Under his fists, at least three 11th-level monsters had been killed.

"laugh!"

Just as Yue Hao made a punch and was about to kill dozens of demon soldiers, a ray of sword light came from the sky and was about to come!

"Um!?"

Yue Hao suddenly jumped and retreated from the horse's back. Suddenly, the war horse turned into a bloody rain in the sword light. At the same time, the sword light flew down and landed heavily on Yue Hao's two fists that were blocking. For a moment, a violent numbness came from the fists. With the strong body of the Tianyuan Realm martial man, two deep sword marks were cut out.

Yue Hao hurriedly looked up and saw that it was a white ape carrying a sword and holding a sword. Suddenly, Wu Hou's heart trembled. It was a completely crushing atmosphere in the realm. Is this a twelve-level sword cultivator or a thirteen-level?!

The twelve realms may be able to fight desperately.

In the Thirteen Realms, there is basically no chance.

"Bai Lan."

The other party smiled slightly, and directly expressed Yue Hao's doubts, and reported to his own family: "The thirteenth level sword cultivator of the Demon Clan is a very solid thirteenth level, perhaps only one step away from the thirteenth level. Here... please give the title of Wu Hou Yue Hao!"

"Give the head?"

Yue Hao smiled heartily: "How about taking it yourself?!"

"Can!"

Bai Lan descended in the air, wrapped in countless sword energy, and once again took a sword. The dozens of iron cavalry guarding Yue Hao turned into blood rain. Yue Hao handed out a punch, and the intention of the fist swept across it, colliding with Bai Lan's sword, but it was impossible to compete at all. The fist energy collapsed instantly, and then the sword energy fell heavily on Yue Hao's shoulders, and the armor suddenly cracked and strands of blood oozed out.

"I only need three swords to kill you."

Bai Lan walked in the air, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he smiled and said, "Yue Hao, Yue Hao, if there was no you, there would be only Wen Dudu in the south, that would be great. The human race would not have to think about how to resist stubbornly, just wait for death."

Yue Hao gritted his teeth: "The four northern tribes really want to destroy the entire human race?!"

"What about that?"

Bai Lan laughed and said, "At that time, I had only twelve realms, but I had ambitions and wanted to make a bloody path for my demon clan. The first one was to open the Snowland Tianchi. It's a pity that a Tianyuan martial artist named Lin was fighting to blow up his god of war and his cultivation was all his strength, but he actually drove me back to the eleventh realm, but he himself died. Now, I have cultivated to the thirteenth realm, and you human race... no one can resist my sword blade anymore!"

"Don't think about it!"

Yue Hao raised his fists and shouted in a low voice: "After Yue Hao, thousands of human monks and martial artists, will never sit still and wait for death!"

"die!"

Bai Lan fell two consecutive sword lights, the second sword cut off Yue Hao's hands, the third sword cut off Yue Haotian's martial arts courage. At this moment, the Wuhou of the human race lost his breath and turned into a corpse and fell into the snow.

...

"Mr.!"

A group of iron cavalry in the guard camp wailed.

"snort!"

Bai Lan waved his hand gently and said, "Yue Hao is one of the few hard bones among the generals of the human race. I respect him three points. You can bring back the corpse. Leave him a whole body and you won't behead you!"

"Damn it!"
To be continued...