Although there are many generals in the Dashun Kingdom, there is no one other than Lin Qi who can fight against Jing Ling.
In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Lin Qi took the lead and started fighting with Jing Ling.
Facing Lin Qi's powerful strength, Jing Ling relied on his bravery and killing spirit on the battlefield to contend.
Even if Lynch is at full strength, he can still resist one or two.
Lin Qi's face looked a little ugly. Jing Ling had killed several of their generals before, but now that he had fought against Jing Ling, he realized how powerful this person was.
However, Lin Qi laughed loudly when he looked at the surrounded Zhou army.
The Zhou army has penetrated deep into the military camp and is now unable to fly.
The battle between the two was very dangerous and fierce, with sand and rocks flying everywhere, and fire shooting out when the weapons collided.
Jing Ling's weapon was remade from the Hidden Sword Villa and was tougher than the previous bright silver spear. At this time, the spear swept forward and stabbed straight, and the fight with Lin Qi was back and forth.
"Boom!" Lin Qi's inner energy continued, and his moves were powerful and heavy. It became increasingly difficult for Jing Ling to deal with it.
Jing Ling glanced around with the corner of his eye and found that basically all the troops from various areas of the military camp had been attracted here.
At this time, the rear of the military camp was very empty.
Shi Ziming was injured by Jing Ling. He should not be here now, but is recovering from his injuries in the rear.
Jing Ling roared, and an extremely strong force emerged from the spear, instantly flicking Lin Qi away.
Jing Ling and Lin Qi distanced themselves and retreated to the rear.
"All troops retreat!" Their goal has been achieved, and the next step is to pretend to retreat and attract the enemy to pursue them.
As expected, Lin Qi was unwilling to miss this opportunity and ordered all troops to dispatch to intercept Jing Ling.
Jing Ling's offensive only lasted for a moment before he was forced to retreat, and his 50,000-strong army fled in confusion.
Lin Qi and others were in full swing, and they all went out to kill Jing Ling and others.
Jing Ling rode a war horse and shuttled among the thousands of troops. The spear in his hand kept spinning and thrusting, and each shot could take away several enemies.
"Guan Zheng, I've tried my best, don't let me down." Jing Ling sighed inwardly.
If Guan Zheng explodes with all his strength, with his natural divine power, his strength will be no less than that of Jing Ling.
In the entire Zhou Dynasty, the only people with natural divine power were Dian Wei and Guan Zheng.
The military camp was raging with war, but everything behind the camp fifty miles behind it was peaceful.
More than 90% of Dashun's troops are stationed in the camp ahead, leaving only a few thousand people guarding here.
And here is where Shi Ziming's army is located.
He was originally a vanguard and led the Dashun army to capture Mingzhou, but was defeated by Jing Ling. He was also injured by Jing Ling, so now he cannot go to the battlefield and can only hide in the rear.
However, Shi Ziming is Shi Wanqin's eldest son, and he will be named the prince in the future.
If he went back in despair this time, he would definitely be criticized, so Shi Ziming insisted on staying.
Shi Ziming sat firmly in the middle of the main camp, holding a book on the Art of War and reading it with gusto.
If you look closely, you will see that this so-called art of war is actually something special. Although the cover says "The Art of War", the content inside is about "the best of both worlds" and "the joy of fish and water", which is very inappropriate for children.
"Young Master!"
Shi Ziming was reading with great interest when someone suddenly broke in and he was so frightened that he quickly closed the book.
"Ahem, what's the matter?" Shi Ziming coughed twice and asked awkwardly.
"Young Master, the enemy ahead seems to have been attacked by enemy troops."
Although Shi Ziming was recovering from his injuries in the rear, he had also been paying attention to the war on the front line.
Otherwise, he would not have set up camp behind Lynch and others.
"What!" Shi Ziming put the book on the ground and said excitedly.
Because he was too excited, he even opened the wound on his arm, and he grinned in pain.
Shi Ziming felt the pain in his arm, and his heart was filled with hatred for Jing Ling.
I think of Shi Ziming, who was said to be capable of both literary and military skills. When the Tianyi Army first started to rise, he led a large army to fight in the south and north. How magnificent he was.
However, this time, he was defeated miserably by Jing Ling, which really made him a little unwilling.
"Hmph, you don't overestimate your capabilities. Only tens of thousands of people dare to attack our camp. What's the situation now!"
"Young Master, the enemy army is defeated by the Marshal and others, and there are already signs of retreat."
Shi Ziming laughed loudly after hearing this, "Jing Ling, you have today too!"
Although his arm was injured, he still picked up the weapon and walked out, "Go with me to capture Jing Ling!"
Shi Ziming walked outside the camp, apparently intending to lead these people to the battlefield ahead to help Lin Qi and others.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind Shi Ziming, and a strong murderous aura suddenly filled the air.
The scout who reported the news suddenly took out the dagger in his arms and stabbed Shi Ziming.
The firelight illuminated the entire camp and also illuminated the scout's face.
Judging from his appearance, he turned out to be Guan Zheng.
Guan Zheng led five thousand people to ambush around him, while he himself infiltrated into the army, dressed up as an enemy scout, and planned to assassinate Shi Ziming directly.
"Pfft!" The sword pierced his body and blood spilled on the ground.
However, Shi Ziming was unharmed and turned back to look at Guan Zheng with a proud look on his face.
"There is something wrong with you. You actually want to assassinate me. Who ordered you to come here?"
Guan Zheng took two steps back, and there was a flying knife stuck in his shoulder. The wound was deep and blood was flowing out.
The owner of the flying knife was hidden on the top of the tent, his whole person blending into the darkness.
When Guan Zheng wanted to attack Shi Ziming, he was stabbed first, causing the action to fail.
Guan Zheng said nothing, and stared at Shi Ziming silently with fierce eyes.
The owner of the flying knife had already arrived on the ground and stood behind Shi Ziming.
With his protection, it would be difficult for Guan Zheng to kill Shi Ziming.
"I know even if you don't tell me, you are from Jing Ling, right?"
Although Guan Zheng remained silent, Shi Ziming was able to guess Guan Zheng's identity.
"Today, I will take your head first to pay back the debt owed by Jing Ling."
"Do it!"
Shi Ziming scolded angrily, and the people behind him immediately took action. At the same time, there was the sound of stepping outside the tent, and countless people were walking outside, heavily surrounding the tent.
The man behind Shi Ziming was thin and thin, and he was even worse than Guan Zheng.
But this person was vicious and rushed towards the fatal point without holding back at all, causing Guan Zheng a lot of trouble.
After all, Guan Zheng had only been exposed to martial arts for a short time, and every move and every move was dodged by the opponent, making it impossible for him to take advantage of his natural divine power.
Although Guan Zheng has been pestered by this person, he still looks at Shi Ziming from time to time.