There were nearly 10,000 guards at the gate, all of them were Shangguan Qingcheng's troops. After being promoted to the realm of generals, Shangguan Qingcheng's general field could cover the battle formation of 8,000 people, and the auxiliary forces were the nearly 10,000 people now.

Apart from the thousands of people who were guarding the gate, camp wall, and fighting fiercely with the Hedong Army, Shangguan Qingcheng had only three thousand people who were reserved, which was also her last fight. The three thousand people who were waiting for the battle now could be used by Li Xian without spending time gathering.

After Shangguan Qingcheng entered the formation, he raised his sword high, looked firm and shouted in a low voice: "Battle Formation!"

"Drink!" The three thousand soldiers roared in unison, shaking the sky. Judging from their momentum, they did not see any signs of depression. Instead, most of them had the courage to sacrifice themselves and fight to the death.

These soldiers are the three thousand wolf-fanged soldiers who were the earliest commander of Shangguan Qingcheng. They are all elite soldiers. Not to mention their bloody battles, cohesion and loyalty are not comparable to ordinary soldiers, but are the absolute weapon in Shangguan Qingcheng's hands. When necessary, they can even cut off the rear of the army and die for the commander.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the sound of the spiritual energy, the battle formation composed of three thousand soldiers was officially merged into a whole, symbolizing the light of the power of the battle formation, like burning flames, surrounding all soldiers.

At this time, Li Keyong's battle formation outside the gate had already charged towards the gate!

The light of Li Keyong's battle formation is obviously much more solid and brighter than the light of Shangguan Qingcheng's battle formation. This is the difference between the two's realm and the difference in strength.

The two had fought several times before, and Shangguan Qingcheng was suppressed and beaten. Not to mention winning, they couldn't hold on for a long time, so they had to withdraw from the battle quickly, otherwise they would be at risk of defeat.

However, even so, Shangguan Qingcheng led the battle formation again, and the soldiers were not afraid at all, but instead had a madness of fighting against the enemy. Most soldiers had scarlet fighting spirit in their eyes, which was the determination to fight desperately with the other party.

Seeing these soldiers, Li Xian's eyes flashed, and a look of remembrance flashed through his eyes. There was still deep affection in his memories, as if he had seen his former companions after going through ups and downs and hardships.

The two sides once again walked onto the battlefield.

The earliest three thousand wolf-fangs were based on the eight hundred guards of the An Palace as the core backbone.

The eight hundred guards of the An Palace were selected by the elite soldiers who were selected by Lao An after two years of bloody battles!

Yes, in the past, they killed the enemy side by side.

More than 20 years ago, in the Gubeikou battle, he fought with 100,000 grassland barbarians for three days and three nights with eight hundred tribes. That was the beginning of King Lao An’s career.

After that, King An of Laos led his soldiers to fight with the Khitans, Xi people, and Dadan people for years on the Great Wall in the North, Tubo people in Lingwu County, and Uighur people for years on the southwest border, and Nanzhao for years on the turbulent vassal states in the country for years.

Over the past twenty years, countless people have died in battle on the battlefield, wrapped in horses and corpses, buried in a foreign land, and cannot return home for life. Here is Shangguan Qingcheng's father.

Then, that year, in the Battle of Bagong Mountain, even Lao An himself died on the battlefield.

Twenty years later, there were only the eight hundred soldiers who were still guarding the An Mansion.

From the beginning to the end, these eight hundred people changed their names several times, including fathers and sons, brothers and brothers, new generations replaced old people, new generations replaced old people, new generations replaced old people.

To this day, how many of the eight hundred men left?

At this moment, Lao An's eyes blurred.

The blur was just a moment, and his eyes quickly returned to clearness and were full of sharp and domineering spirit.

The Battle of Bagong Mountain has only been many years. In this world, in this battlefield, and in this battlefield, these thousands of soldiers still remember the wise king Li Xian who galloped on the battlefield with his sword and was always victorious?

Li Xian looked around the soldiers in front of the battle formation. His eyes were like bee stings, piercing everyone's heart, making people feel excited.

The beacon has not yet been extinguished, the enemy has not yet been destroyed, and the old soldiers have been endless.

The past eight hundred soldiers are now three thousand soldiers.

Li Xian stretched out his big hand, "Come on the spear!"

Not far away, there was almost no thought, and it was completely instinctive that Zhao Polu threw out the spear in his hand with force.

The spear came to hand.

Li Ye turned around and faced the gate, and the spear suddenly burst out. At this moment, his cultivation was thriving, and his spiritual energy exploded, making his clothes swell backwards, and his silver hair was almost parallel to the ground.

His eyes were as lightning as he shouted: "Battle Formation!"

Behind him, Shangguan Qingcheng, who had retreated to the position of deputy general, then shouted: "Battle Formation!"

"Battle Formation!" Three thousand soldiers let out a tiger-and-wolf roar!

At that moment, three thousand soldiers stared at Li Xian's back. They had a particularly clear feeling: what was standing in front of them was not a Confucian scholar, not a general, or even a monk, but a god of war!

His back is so majestic and contains shocking power. It makes people unconsciously trust him and are willing to follow him. They need to fight against him to kill the enemy, make achievements, and serve their families and countries!

The buzzing sounds in the battle formation were heard one after another, and the spiritual energy of the monks was stimulated again, spreading in circles, connecting with each other and responding to each other, causing the momentum of the battle formation to continue to rise.

Because of one knife, Li Keyong, who had been invincible before, had already achieved a considerable position in the hearts of the soldiers of the Pinglu Army. The war spirit that erupted from him at this moment was even more magnificent than their chief general Shangguan Qingcheng, which was something they had never felt before.

Now that you feel it, you will arouse your fighting spirit and strength.

That is the power of killing.

Among the three thousand sharp men, hundreds of soldiers from the An Palace looked at Li Xian's back. At some point, many of them had red pupils and hot all over.

They felt that familiar aura. It was the breath of the back that followed in countless battles, during the bloody battles, life and death.

Even if we are decades apart, when we are gray-haired, these old soldiers will not forget the back that once led them to invincible, the aura of the military generals who are familiar with the bone marrow.

What's more, now.

At this moment, the old soldiers seemed to have returned to the past, because they clearly felt the existence of that person again.

Yes, they felt it.

Their eyes were red and their throats were as hard as rocks, and some people couldn't help but burst into tears. These iron-clad men had the urge to cry loudly at this moment.

No one does not miss the glory of the past, no one does not care about the affection of the past, and no one does not want to reappear his glory.

Influenced by this, the old soldiers were energetic and motivated, and the power of cultivation injected into the battle formation continued to rise, and the response between them became more powerful, pushing the entire battle formation to continue to become stronger.

Li Xian raised his spear and pointed it forward. The sound was like a bell, and it exploded in the ears of every soldier: "Soldiers obey orders and follow me to defeat the enemy!"

The three thousand soldiers sensed the fighting spirit of the commander, and even those who could not see Li Xian's back could clearly feel his call.

With a loud bang, the entire battle formation burst out with unprecedented momentum. Three thousand people yelled in unison, shocking the earth, "Break the enemy!"

Run ahead of the battle formation and rush towards the enemy formation.

Li Keyong had already rushed into the gate, and then he and the soldiers behind him suddenly felt a tremor in the sky and the earth, as if there were thousands of feet high mountains, suddenly collapsed in front of him. An indescribable sense of oppression and burning sensation was coming towards him like a sea of ​​swords and fire.

There were no swords and seas of fire, only three thousand soldiers, led by the leader, formed a whole to rush over.

His eyes passed through the crowd and saw the other party's formation and felt the other party's momentum. Li Ke's pupils shrank violently, and his heart seemed to have been stabbed with a needle. He almost burst into tears: "How is this possible?!"

Yes, how is this possible.

As a military general in the late stage, Li Keyong was only one step away from the level of a general. He would definitely be able to cross it in time, so he felt deeply about the power of military combat formations.

The military battle formation rushed over in front of him, with a powerful force like a flood. Compared with his battle formation, it was more than just better than his power, and it was a completely overwhelming advantage!

His battle formation is simply impossible to defeat the opponent.

"This is impossible!"

There are only a few military generals in the world, and there are only one or two military generals. Now Li Cunxiao lives in Taiyuan City. How could there be someone on this battlefield that can overwhelm him in the power of the battle formation?

Li Ke's eyes were scarlet as blood, staring at the middle-aged man who was walking in with a spear.

He didn't know the other person, it was a completely unfamiliar face. Even the other person's demeanor was very unfamiliar. Where did such a completely unfamiliar person appear? How could he have a military rank that is more than he has?

Li Keyong suddenly roared, shrill and indignant, painful and crazy. He killed the Pinglu army in front of him with several blows, and roared and shouted: "Soldiers obey orders, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Yes, he wants to face the enemy.

Even if the opponent's battle formation is obviously much better than him, he still has to face the enemy.

He didn't believe it, and he didn't believe the other party's power of the battle formation. It was really that powerful! He was more willing to believe that the silver-haired man who suddenly appeared was a great monk in the world. He had magical powers and secret techniques that he didn't know. He simulated the power of the battle formation to scare him, and wanted him to retreat in the face of difficulties!

This must be the case.

Of course this is true!

He must win today and defeat Pinglu's army. He has no choice, he cannot be defeated!

Li Ye is not in the army, this is his only chance.

He wants to seize this opportunity.

No one knows when Li Ye will come back. Once Li Ye comes back, he will never be sure to drive the Pinglu army out of Hedong. So over the past few days, he has been trying every moment.

He just wants to win this war.

He was Li Keyong, and he was born in the army. He was a pride of heaven since he was a child. He went to the battlefield in his teens and killed many grassland barbarians who violated the border. His strength was achieved through blood and fire, without any moisture. His talent and achievements were once the leader among the younger generation.

He has lofty ambitions. People like him are born for troubled times. In these troubled times, they are destined to achieve great achievements. He has a background, talent, valued by the Shu Sect, trained by the army, and killed with Shatuo's elite soldiers. He has great luck and great ability. If he fails to succeed, what is the law of nature?

However, since he met Li Ye, Li Keyong fell from the sky. He kept suffering losses at Li Ye's hands, was teased by the other party, and was constantly humiliated. No matter how hard he tried to fight back, he would eventually fail.

He couldn't afford to offend him, but he could not hide. This time he sat in Hedong and didn't go to ask anyone to provoke him. Li Ye found a reason casually and led his troops to the door! The other party attacked the city and captured the village, and his troops were at the foot of Taiyuan, which almost destroyed him.

It would be fine if he could not defeat Li Ye, but now that Li Ye is no longer in the army, what reason does he have to lose?

The world is so great, with countless heroes and heroes everywhere, but how many people have the ability to defeat him, Li Keyong?

Those princes who started their power before and after the Huang Chao Rebellion, Li Maozhen, Wang Jian, Wang Chongrong, Yang Fuguang, Qin Zongquan and others, and even the arrogant Zhu Wen, who could defeat him Li Keyong?

No! None!

King An Li Ye has emerged from nowhere. In the world, Li Keyong is the only one who can defeat him!

What's going on now?

A monk who didn't know where he wanted to lead a group of defeated soldiers and defeat him in the battle formation, and defeat the elite soldiers led by Li Keyong?

This is such a big joke!

Don’t you really treat him Li Ke as a hero?

"No matter who you are, where you come from, die for me!" The angry Li Keyong led the battle formation to the front of San Thousand Wolf Yamadu with a reluctance, raised his sword and slashed at Li Xian.
Chapter completed!