Chapter 1251 Fengyun (thanks to the lord of the Ziwei Knight
"Wan Sheng!"
The flag moved forward following Yang Xuan. [Read the novel with the correct chapter,]
On the right, Pei Jian glanced at the big flag and said, "Tell the sons and daughters that the Duke of China is personally charging into the battle. What should we do?"
"The duke personally charged into the battle. Pei Zhonglang asked, what should I do if I wait?"
"Kill the enemy!"
The Northern Xinjiang Army on the right showed a higher fighting spirit, and the spearmen stepped forward to take over the Modao team.
They charged forward without fear of death. The enemy troops, who were originally in an offensive position, turned from attack to defense at this moment, struggling to support the defense line.
Ding Rui knew that all he could do was to collapse the enemy forces in front of him so that they could not reinforce the center.
Then, looking at the Duke, he killed the general and captured the flag!
The war horses were galloping, and the infantry of the two armies fighting in front stopped for a moment.
"Get out of the way!"
The general is shouting.
The soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army on the front side dodged to both sides.
The enemy troops were empty in front of them and they rushed in involuntarily.
He was met by two horse hooves, which stepped heavily on his chest.
The horse's hoof fell, followed by a horizontal knife.
Yang Xuan rushed into the enemy formation.
Lin Feibao on the left and Ning Yayun on the right.
Behind him, the Qiu Long Guard and the monks from Yunshan followed closely.
Behind them are the guards led by Uda and the Xuanjia Cavalry.
This is a front array.
The arrow is Yang Xuan.
"Kill him!"
The enemy general shouted.
The eagle shooters began to focus their fire on Yang Xuan, but the precise arrows could not reach Yang Xuan's eyes and were easily deflected by Lin Feibao or Ning Yayun beside him.
Yang Xuan rushed to the enemy general and brandished his sword.
A knife kills the head.
At this moment, Yang Xuan felt that his years of cultivation were slowly awakening.
He gradually became more relaxed, and he became more and more confident in slashing with his sword.
He didn't know that while improving the morale of his subordinates, his own morale was also improved.
"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan personally led the Xuanjia Cavalry to charge into the formation."
The commotion reached Asibao.
Deji looked solemn and said, "Your Majesty, we cannot withdraw from the left road, otherwise we will collapse thousands of miles. Jiang Cunzhong on the right road is cunning and has entangled our army. Most of them are soldiers from the Northern Liao Dynasty there, and I am worried that they will not be able to hold on for long."
More than 10,000 ancient people gathered in the Northern Liao Dynasty and swept across the north of Ningxing.
But now, they were beaten to death in front of the iron wall of the Northern Xinjiang Army.
Asibao looked at the remaining three thousand guards. Most of them were soldiers from the Northern Liao Dynasty, but they were the most elite and the most loyal.
He once asked these surrendered soldiers to guard his big tent. The next day, the surrendered soldiers burst into tears and were moved by this trust. Then he rewarded the women with money, and he successfully won the hearts of these surrendered soldiers.
Now, it's time to reap this loyalty.
"I'll go meet him!"
Asibao looked at Deji and said, "Deji, go back!"
Deji shook his head. "Your Majesty, just go!"
"That's fine!"
Asibao drew his long sword and shouted at the three thousand riders: "Follow me and kill Yang Gou!"
"Kill Yang Gou!"
Asibao led the last cavalry to attack.
Deji was alone there and said: "Axibao is the most wise and powerful leader in the history of the Shegu tribe. He should have been at the top of the world. But he met Yang Xuan, his opponent. Is this fate?"
Deji clenched his fists, "Then, let's defeat this fate."
Ahead, Yang Xuan had already rushed in front of the enemy general in the middle.
Withdraw or not?
The enemy general hesitated.
When the brutality is gone, what remains is more of a matter of weighing the pros and cons.
My mind is like that of a small businessman, jumping back and forth between saving my life and dying.
Lin Feibao's iron stick swept across the left side, and Ning Yayun elegantly drew out her sword. The sword wind roared, light and sharp.
Yang Xuan killed his opponent with one strike, and in front of him was the enemy general.
"Kill Yang Gou!"
There was a shout from behind, and the enemy general hesitated.
The king is here.
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Xuan killed him with a single blow.
The flag bearer backed away without hesitation.
A hidden weapon flew from behind Yang Xuan and shot him off his horse.
The flag fell, and the enemy troops in the middle were panicked. At this moment, Asibao arrived.
The Chinese military flag is raised high.
"Is this a nightmare?" Asibao stared at Yang Xuan.
He has a dream to let the Shegu tribe rule the world.
This dream is so absurd that no one believes it. But Asibao firmly believes it.
For this reason, he took precautions and started observing the world early.
While his father and brother were still competing for hunting hills with rival tribes, Asibao was studying. Many of the prisoners who were exiled to the Far North were well-educated people.
Asibao found two gentlemen among them, and he followed them to study while hunting.
Shegubu defeated the enemy and captured many women. While his father and brother were tossing around the women, Asibao asked his husband about the situation outside.
When his father and brother were content with the status quo, he wanted to take a look outside.
So he said it, and his father and brother were laughing at him and saying that he was fooling around.
But Asibao was determined and determined to do what he wanted to do, and no one could stop him.
He walked out of the mountains and went to Ningxing and Northern Xinjiang.
He learned about the prosperity of the outside world from his husband's words, but his ears were misguided.
He was shocked by the outside world.
The traffic was busy, the fields stretched as far as the eye could see, the market was crowded with people, and the amount of goods could make the eyes of my father and brother red.
He saw the mighty army, the arrogant officials, and the emperor who had traveled. Such majesty left him with only one goal in life.
I want to be an emperor!
He returned to the mountains and forests, and used the colorful world he saw to encourage his father and brother to go out of the mountains and plunder.
Robbery was the first step. After he took the risk and defeated the Bei Liao army, his prestige greatly increased.
He used benefits to seduce those leaders, then gathered them and drove out his father and brothers.
From then on, he became the new king of Shegu.
He led the Shegu tribe from small to large, from weak to strong.
They swept north of Ningxing.
The dream is ahead.
Defeating the Northern Xinjiang Army and defeating Yang Xuan, he will be able to walk into Ningxing with his head held high.
He walked into the palace that he envied, sat on the throne, and looked down at the world.
Life is full of hardships, and only by constantly climbing can Asibao find the feeling of being alive.
His dream is just one step away, and the obstacle is ahead.
"kill!"
Two long knives intertwined.
Lin Feibao wanted to help, but Ning Yayun killed an enemy who wanted to attack Yang Xuan with one sword. She shook her head and said, "Let him come."
"The prince must not take risks!" If he had not known that the conflict between Ning Yayun and the false emperor of Chang'an was irreconcilable, Lin Feibao would have smashed it with an iron rod at this moment.
"Many times, you have to defeat your opponent with your own hands in order for a person to transform." Ning Yayun watched the two fighting and took the tail from her back with her left hand.
More than ten ancient people from Sheshe came one after another, wanting to surround and kill Yang Xuan.
"We agreed to fight alone." Ning Yayun said calmly. With a shake of her hand, the hair on her tail exploded, and the hair on her ponytail spread out, then flew out.
The dozen or so enemy soldiers who rushed over covered their faces with their hands and howled miserably as they fell off their horses.
grass!
Lin Feibao couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine as he thought about the consequences of being hit like this. But when he saw the bare wooden handle in Ning Yayun's hand, he couldn't help but want to laugh again.
The two of them were watching the battle from the side.
Asibao's brave and continuous attacks, the long sword hit him hard again and again, and it seemed that Yang Xuan could only parry but could not fight back.
The inner energy circulated within the body for a while, and it was so strong that Yang Xuan was surprised.
He has been practicing regularly for many years, and he refuses to give up even if he is mediocre. Today, although his force value is still crushed by his wife, the richness of his inner breath surprises him.
He raised his knife and immediately fought back.
After several consecutive blows, Asibao was forced to switch from offense to defense.
In just a moment, Asibao looked in danger.
"King, let's go!"
Just when Yang Xuan was about to chop Asibao into pieces, a guard rushed over and blocked him.
With blood splattering everywhere, Asibao turned around and ran away.
The flag also fled, but the strong autumn wind blew the flag back and forth, and the huge force generated caused the flag bearer to lean back and the war horse was overwhelmed.
Yang Xuan rushed forward and cut off the flagpole with one knife.
The flag fell.
"Wan Sheng!"
A burst of cheers erupted from the Northern Xinjiang army.
Yang Xuan raised his sword and leaped on his horse, "The whole army attacks!"
The flag waved.
"All troops attack!"
Without leaving a reserve team, anyone who thinks he can kill the enemy, even a cook, can pick up a weapon and go after him. Anyone who achieves success will be credited.
The soldiers cheered and chased after him.
The civilians accompanying the army cheered and followed behind to pick up the leaks. When they encountered the lone enemy soldiers, they were in groups of three or five, and they attacked with a flurry of swords.
"Kill the enemy!"
Chen Huagu, a famous doctor in northern Xinjiang, asked his disciples to stay and treat the injured, but he drew his sword and ran away.
"Master, you are a doctor!" the disciple shouted.
Chen Huagu said as he ran: "I have been following the Duke for many years. Wherever the Duke is, I will be there!"
Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Let the ancient Shegu people like the dogs see that doctors can save people, but they can also kill people!"
The whole battlefield was in chaos.
The Shegu army was fleeing in all directions.
The soldiers of the Northern Liao Dynasty ran the fastest, and they ran very loosely, just like herding sheep, running around the world.
But the Shegu people were different. They followed Asibao and gathered together.
The soldiers who surrendered in the Northern Liao Dynasty did not dare to look back at all, but the Shegu people were different. When the pursuers approached, they would divide their troops to intercept them, and the others fled with Asibao.
"Failed!"
The soldiers who surrendered from Northern Liao were shouting.
"When will we surrender?"
A soldier dropped his long sword and asked.
"I'm waiting for you!"
More and more soldiers are shouting.
He Lianrong followed Yang Xuan closely, "My lord, it's time to surrender."
"Hey! I actually forgot." Yang Xuan's eyes turned red and he slapped his forehead, "Surrender!"
"Those who abandon their swords and kneel down will not be killed!"
When the familiar voice came, the soldiers of the Northern Liao Dynasty either stopped or dismounted, dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at anyone.
At this time, the officers and soldiers of the Northern Xinjiang Army were all jealous. As soon as you raised your head, they thought you wanted to resist and killed you with one knife without any discussion.
There is nothing that cannot be killed at this time, and even if you die, your death will be in vain.
Suddenly, people were kneeling everywhere in the wilderness.
"Get out of the way!"
The pursuing sergeants kicked away the surrendered soldiers blocking the way and continued their pursuit.
Viewed from a high altitude, more than 10,000 cavalrymen were galloping towards the north, followed closely by more than 20,000 cavalrymen. Fighting broke out between the two sides head to tail, and the fleeing party kept falling off their horses.
After leaving behind three groups of people in a row, Asibao saw Deji.
Deji gathered hundreds of defeated troops, raised his sword, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, let's go!"
"Deji!"
Asibao was swept past and he glanced back.
Deji stood in front and rushed over on horseback.
He is a monk.
He was bald and looked at Deji with eyes filled with hatred and ferocity.
One knife.
The pale head rolled down.
"Deji!"
The old man who was both a teacher and a friend is gone.
There were more tears in Asibao's eyes.
"I swear, I will come back again!"
Asibao said: "The Chang'an army is attacking Northern Xinjiang, as well as the Southern Xinjiang army. Northern Xinjiang will never have peace. We will return to the mountains and forests to re-train our warriors there.
I will take you and others to conquer those tribes and reorganize the Shegu army.
When we come out of the mountain again, I swear, we will pay back what we experienced today ten times and a hundred times! I swear!"
The eyes of those Shegu people were a little more angry.
Just before, they looked at Asibao with unkind eyes.
If it weren't for the need for a leader to provide unified command at this moment, Asibao was sure that he would have been abandoned by these people.
"I swear!"
Asibao looked back at Yang Xuan, who was chasing after him, and said through gritted teeth: "Your wife and children will become slaves. If you can't do this, I will sink forever..."
"King!"
Someone in front exclaimed. Asibao turned around and saw thousands of cavalry approaching from the left front.
The leading general was shouting.
"Zhen Siwen is here, Asibao, die!"
Lin Shu!
It’s over!
Asibao was willing to escape not because he was afraid of death, but because he still had elites on his wings.
As long as he unites his forces, he can escape pursuit. The Northern Xinjiang Army will definitely not pursue Zhenbei City with its main force, so he still has a chance to calmly deal with it.
"Run to the right."
Asibao shouted.
As soon as they turned, thousands of cavalry appeared in front.
The leader was a little old man. With one move of his spear, he led his army to charge over.
The pursuers behind him were already approaching.
"Failed!"
The ferocious Shegu people abandoned their weapons for the first time, dismounted and asked to surrender.
They lowered their heads and looked at the approaching horses' hooves in fear.
Asibao reined in his horse.
The war horse slowly turned around.
Yang Xuan is right in front.
"I lost, brother!"
Asibao smiled.
"Yes! You lost."
Yang Xuan looked at him and said, "Kill yourself!"
"No!" Asibao dropped the long knife, "I hope to be beheaded by your own hands. Remember, put my head on the top of Jingguan. I like to see farther."
"What are you doing?"
Yang Xuan shook his head.
He Lianrong dismounted and knelt on the ground, "My lord!"
"That's all, leave it all to you!"
Yang Xuan made a U-turn on his horse.
Behind him, He Lianrong's cry came, "Madam, Da Lang, the enemy is right in front of you. Just wait and watch me kill them before leaving!"
"Burn them!"
The Northern Liao prisoners dug a big pit, and He Lianrong ordered all the Shegu prisoners to be driven into the pit.
The kerosene was poured in, and the prisoners were howling and pleading.
He Lianrong held the torch, looked at Asibao, and threw the torch in.
boom!
Amid the miserable howls, He Lianrong knelt down at Yang Xuan's back, "He Lianrong is dead. From now on, only compassion will remain. My Buddha is merciful, and my disciples must die in service to the country!"
Yang Xuan galloped his horse.
Along the way, the prisoners lowered their heads.
Kowtow to the King of the North.
"Wan Sheng!"
Along the way, countless soldiers cheered for Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan rushed to the hillside, his horse neighed, and his men stood up.
Countless soldiers cheered towards that hillside.
"The Duke is mighty!"
Ning Yayun stood with her hands behind her hands, raised her head slightly, and stared at Yang Xuan.
Han Ji stroked his beard and smiled, "What did the Headmaster see?"