In the past few days, Zhang Guifang organized his troops and fought with Feng Lin in turns, claiming that he would destroy Xiqi's soldiers and horses, showing his unparalleled majesty.

The two sides are facing each other.

Although Xiqi sent 300,000 troops, and was led by Prime Minister Jiang Ziya. He was accompanied by Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, Ji brothers and other fierce generals, and the troops were majestic. Zhang Guifang ignored them all.

On the first day of the confrontation, Feng Lin went out to fight, and the generals from both sides fought. With a black smoke and a red bead in the smoke, he easily killed the fierce general of Zhou Dynasty, Ji Shuqian, the twelfth son of King Wen. The army covered him up and returned to the camp victorious.

However, Xiqi's army was in mourning. King Wu was saddened by the death of his brother and felt depressed.

On the second day, Huang Feihu and his brothers, together with their generals and soldiers, as well as Nangong Shi and others, rushed out. They were blocked by Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin, and the two sides fought fiercely...

Yang Lin, with his troops and horses, watched from a distance but did not move forward.

In fact, it was not that he was unwilling to fight, but that Zhang Guifang, Feng Lin and other generals were used to being strong. Now that he had received the Grand Master's military order, as the commander-in-chief, when he had the upper hand, he absolutely did not want anyone to take away a share of the credit.

Therefore, Yang Lin's 20,000 archers were placed in the rear formation. Even if he wanted to attack, they could not reach them.

However, he didn't mean to steal the limelight.

He just watched the Xiqi generals silently, assessed the strength levels of both sides, and made secret calculations in his heart.

At this time, those powerful guys haven't appeared yet, and people like Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin can still show off their power.

If Xiqi didn't have a Qi Refiner, this battle would have been lost.

Sure enough, when the fight was evenly matched.

Zhang Guifang spurred her white horse and danced her silver spear, and even though she didn't appear defeated, she started playing dirty tricks.

He suddenly shouted, "Huang Feihu, if you don't get off your horse, when will you wait?"

This shout sounded ordinary to other people's ears.

However, when Yang Lin opened his eyes and saw clearly, he saw a wave of ripples, like a tiger's head, roaring towards Huang Feihu, attacking with sound and waves, penetrating everywhere.

Huang Feihu has extraordinary martial arts skills. He rides a five-color sacred bull and goes back and forth. His power covers hundreds of feet. His blood and energy are everywhere, and his spear shines like lightning. When he is gaining momentum, he is shocked by the tiger-striped roar. His soul is stunned and he freezes on the spot.

There, motionless and unable to sit properly, he knocked down the five-color sacred cow with one head.

Before he went into battle, he had already been on guard against Zhang Guifang's name-calling technique, knowing that this left-field technique was difficult to block and dodge. However, even if he knew it, he might not be able to block it.

The sound of this technique is heard, but it is not a simple sound attack technique, but a secret technique of enchantment.

As long as you have a body of flesh and blood and three souls and seven souls, you cannot escape the opponent's shouts.

Huang Feihu's physical training did not reach the point where he could ignore other spells, and he was attacked on the spot.

He fell off his horse.

The Xiqi Army was in chaos on the spot.

Huang Feibiao, Huang Feibao, Long Huan, Wu Qian and other generals rushed out one after another, held Zhang Guifang alive, snatched Huang Feihu's stiff wooden body back to the formation, and the army protected him.

There seems to be a problem here.

Over there, Feng Lin and Nangong Shi were fighting fiercely, with one wielding a gun and the other wielding a knife. Feng Lin looked a little defeated, so he patted his horse and drove away.

Nangong Shi was wearing gold armor and a silver sword, his eyes were cold. He also saw Huang Feihu being attacked. At this time, he was anxious and wanted to kill the opponent's general and move back to the city.

However, Fengfeng Lin tried his old trick again, black smoke came out from his nose, and a red bead as big as the mouth of a bowl appeared in the smoke. He hit him while avoiding his face.

Nangong Shi danced wildly with his broadsword, dodging again and again, but the red bead was caught between reality and reality, and missed the mark. It fell on his chest on the spot, sending him flying backwards, and he fell unconscious when he landed.

"Left and right, take it back to the camp and behead it on another day."

Feng Lin was high-spirited and galloped forward, waving his gun and shouting.

At that moment, the morale of the merchant army was greatly boosted and they rushed to kill like crazy.

Xiqi's morale plummeted, and he could not hold back for a while. He was killed by the Shang Dynasty army and lost his helmet and armor. He retreated for more than ten miles before he stabilized his position, re-established his camp, and hung up his no-war sign.

"Generally speaking, battle formations in this era are still a bit of a joke. Ordinary military formations do not have much support for generals. Winning or losing mainly depends on the strength of the general."

After Yang Lin looked at it for a while, he understood.

When the great power is attributed to oneself, and the strength gap between the generals and soldiers in the battle formation is too large, it is completely different from the battle in real history.

These soldiers have absolutely no desire to fight to the death.

You may have thoughts of making achievements.

However, once a general fails or dies, it is basically impossible to make a comeback.

Because ordinary soldiers are just serving as soldiers to make a living, and whoever wins wins, without much thought of loyalty.

"It prospered and then declined. Zhang Guifang must be in bad luck soon."

Seeing the arrogance and complacency of the commander-in-chief of Qinglong Pass, now the commander-in-chief, Yang Lin didn't take it seriously and didn't get close. He just took care of his own camp and ensured that there would be no problems with food and grass.

He knew that at this time, Jiang Ziya would probably make a big move.

'Move troops and ask for help.'

Looking at the Battle of the Conferred Gods, Jiang Ziya's tactics and strategies are not obvious, but his ability to ask for help from everywhere is better than Wen Zhong, and only slightly worse than Shen Gongbao.

Although his own abilities are not good, as a person who has experienced calamity and the protagonist's body, he actually represents the original god, and everyone must give face.

Yang Lin did not stay in the main camp, nor did he join the Shang army's celebration.

Instead, he sat quietly on the mountain, absorbing the wisdom of the heaven, earth and moonlight.

I was thinking in my heart that the innate power of the sun and lunar power in this world is still quite sufficient.

The full moon in the night sky exudes vast and mysterious power anytime and anywhere.

It is definitely not like in later generations, the moon is just a decoration.

How can we obtain the power of the lunar calendar? I'm afraid we have to go to the moon to make up our minds.

However, this matter must be planned carefully and not carelessly.

"If you're not happy, why don't we just take our troops and go back to the mountains and forests to retreat and leave Shang and Zhou alone? There's no need for us here anyway..."

On the mountain ridge, behind the trees, among the quiet insects, suddenly, a cold voice appeared, showing the slightest concern.

"Aunt Xue, you couldn't help but come here. You even brought this little oil bottle with you. Didn't I say that the military formation is dangerous and dangerous, so it's not suitable for you to stay for a long time?"

Yang Lin shook his head and laughed.

I made good arrangements, of course because I didn’t want to take risks with the people close to me in this world. However, in their eyes, they probably didn’t want to take risks themselves. Although their behavior was a bit reckless, they were not hard to criticize.

Aunt Xue looked a little unnatural. She held the hand of the little fox Cai'er and said expressionlessly: "Now that your wings are hard, do you think that Aunt Xue is not strong enough? Even if it is of no use, I can still give it to you no matter what."
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