"How is it going?"

Zhou Weiran asked with a solemn face: "How many people from the Liang Army came, just one Yungu Army?"

"have no idea."

Wanyanbi looked very ugly and shook his head:

"There has been no news from several military camps. It seems that they have been defeated. There are almost no responses from the generals to my military orders. They are all fighting on their own."

"Liang Jun moved so fast!" Zhou Weiran's eyes bulged.

He had a bad premonition in his heart. Could it be that the Liang army from Chifeng City was out in full force?

"Kill! Kill!"

"Liang Jun, Liang Jun is here!"

The figures at the end of the street suddenly became chaotic, and roars filled my ears.

The sound of cloud drums is almost close at hand.

"Fuck, kill!"

Zhou Weiran and Wanyanbi looked at each other, then led their troops and horses to meet the enemy. The whole street began to be enveloped in the smell of blood.

"drink!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Zhou Weiran said coldly:

"General Wanyan, you go and assemble the army to organize a counterattack. Leave this to me!"

"good!"

Wanyanbi led the troops away, his face full of anxiety.

If the Yungu Army is not driven out of the city, the town of Beiguan will be lost~

"Kill, kill!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"Chichi~"

After the two armies got close to each other and engaged in hand-to-hand combat, Zhou Weiran discovered that a Yungu Army flag had been erected at the end of the street, sounding loudly in the night wind.

The flag of the Liang army was actually planted opposite his camp. What a great irony for the King of Dongting!

"Asshole!"

Zhou Weiran was so angry that he cursed loudly, brandished his knife and roared:

"Come here, chop down that military flag for me! I will reward the person who captures the flag heavily!"

"promise!"

"Chichi!"

"Ah~"

"Zhou Weiran, you are so majestic~"

A cold drink suddenly entered Zhou Weiran's eardrums.

Zhou Weiran frowned and looked around, only to see a military general whose armor was stained with blood, standing in front of him. The sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and there was a clearly visible cloud and drum pattern embroidered on his collar.

Typical Yungu Army military uniform.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Weiran's face was filled with chills. The person who could call him by his name must not be an unknown person.

"Yungu Army, Wang Shouren."

Wang Shouren grasped the scimitar and slowly lowered his body: "I am willing to kill the traitors who rebel against the country with my own hands!"

Originally, Wang Shouren didn't know what Zhou Weiran looked like, but he just said "I am the king" with such a strong voice that his identity was completely exposed.

"By you?"

Zhou Weiran laughed ferociously, struck out with the big knife in his hand, rushed out with a single step, raised his head and shouted angrily:

"Die to me!"

After all, Zhou Weiran is a military commander who grew up in the army, and his skills are not bad at all.

Moreover, he believed that as long as Wang Shouren was killed on the opposite side, the Liang army might retreat on its own.

"drink!"

The powerful and heavy sword fell on the head with a sound of breaking through the air, and the power was frightening.

Wang Shouren was also unambiguous. He gently raised the Beiliang Dao in his hand and slid it up against the side of the broadsword at high speed. Then he exerted force with his palm, and the Liangdao bounced off the blade with a slight tremble. It felt like lifting a thousand pounds.

There was a trace of disdain in Wang Shouren's eyes. This kind of wide-open and wide-open tactics had no effect on him.

"What a skill, but it's not enough!"

"drink!"

"when!"

After missing the sword, Zhou Weiran was not arrogant. He held the sword tightly in his right hand and suddenly turned around, swung the sword out and went straight to Wang Shouren's waist.

Wang Shouren was forced to retreat continuously, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes.

The moment the blade flashed by, Wang Shouren stepped forward again, approached him, and swung the knife to attack Zhou Weiran's chest.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"drink!"

Both of them struck extremely sharply, with their swords attacking each other's vital parts.

Zhou Weiran's strength lies in the thick sword and full power. Although Wang Shouren is not as tall as the generals of the Liang Army, his body is more agile and very flexible.

The two exchanged dozens of moves, and the fight was inextricable. It looked like there would be no winner for a while.

While the two were fighting fiercely, the battle at Zhenbeiguan was also in full swing.

Although the Liang army did not have an advantage in terms of military strength, the victory was due to the enemy's overt presence and the high morale of the enemy, which made the Yan army dizzy.

The main force of the Yungu Army is the people of Liaodong, but they are all people who hate foreign enemies to the core.

No one wants Liaodong to fall for another fifty years, and no one wants the massacre in Chifeng City to happen again.

If the Yan army is not defeated, the Yan people's butcher's knife will one day strike at their parents, brothers, loved ones, and friends.

No one will fight to the death!

"Kill! Kill!"

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"Chi chi chi~"

Several Yan troops, who had finally gathered into formation, were knocked down by the Yungu Army with a single charge, and panicked roars could be heard endlessly.

I don’t know since when, the participating parties in the city have changed unknowingly.

In addition to the Yan army and the Liang army, you can even see a large number of people joining the battlefield wielding rakes and farm tools.

These people wore various costumes, but their expressions were the same. They roared loudly and smashed the weapons in their hands into Yan Jun's head.

"Pffffffffffff~"

"Kill, kill all these thieves, kill them!"

"Folks, fight with them!"

As a common people living in the border area, we always have a strong attachment to our hometown, otherwise who would want to live such a fearful life in the border area.

The killings by the Yan army these days made the people angry. Now that the Liang army entered the city, they could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts and fought back one after another.

It can be regarded as the Yan army's own fault. There are not only the original people of Zhenbeiguan in the city, but also young and strong civilians they forcibly recruited from various counties and counties.

These people were beaten and scolded by the Yan army on weekdays, and whipped and knifed at every turn. They had lived enough of being bullied, how could they not beat the Yan army instead?

Therefore, the battle situation in the city became extremely chaotic. Not only did the Yan army scream in agony, but even the soldiers of the Yungu army did not expect this situation in advance.

Whether it is the morale of the military or the people, the Liang army has the upper hand at this moment.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

"Dong~dong~dong~"

These border guards from different places fight together and share the same hatred!

But the worst thing is not these Yan troops, but the traitors who rebelled and surrendered to the enemy and worked as a tool for the tiger.

Especially the generals left behind by the Yan family were really in bad luck.

"He, that's him, he is from the Yan family and a traitor!"
To be continued...