Feng Lang looked at the slowly retreating army of heaven, and his breath was suddenly loosened. His fatigue surged like a tide. His legs were as heavy as lead. His body shook, and he finally couldn't hold on and he fell into the mud.

In fact, the situation of the demon army is even more dangerous than expected. It has been suppressed to the extreme. The defense line is about to be broken several times, but it is stabilized by him at a huge price. If the army of Heaven does not retreat, it will not take too long. It only takes about half a day. The army will never be able to maintain it and will completely collapse and rebound.

At that time, let alone Yezhou, even the six northern states will be slammed by the army of heaven.

Fortunately, Fenglang finally won the bet!

The Shura ancestor looked at Feng Lang, with an unconcealed horror and disbelief in his eyes. If he didn't know Feng Lang's plan at this time, then he wouldn't be the Shura ancestor.

"Crazy! What a madman, a complete madman!" The old ancestor Shura looked at Feng Lang as if he was looking at an unknown creature.

Feng Lang ignored the Shura ancestor. The huge pressure made him extremely tired at this moment, no less relaxed than the soldiers fighting on the front line. With the evacuation of the Heavenly Court army, all the soldiers were counted and none had the strength to stand. Everyone was lying on the ground like mud, forming a very vivid picture with the blood around the ground, broken limbs and broken arms, and broken weapons around him.

The army in the Heavenly Court was too strong. In the end, both the Fenglang and the Demon Clan army were completely numb, and they only had the idea of ​​killing and killing in their minds. Until now, when they saw the enemy leaving like a tide disappear, the string that was extremely tense suddenly relaxed.

Many soldiers collapsed to the ground, breathing the fresh air with a little smoke, but they didn't have the strength to move a finger and fell asleep in a drowsy way without realizing it.

Fenglang looked at the messy battlefield, his heart was quiet, and the greatest danger had been overcome.

After this battle, the demon army under his command was truly reborn, with a hint of the unique temperament of elites, and was not just a fancy way like before. After these people completely absorbed this battle, the army that dealt with the Heavenly Court would no longer be as hindered as before, but could truly compete with it.

"It's worth it!" Feng Lang lay on the ground and looked at the sky, saying to himself in his heart.

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Just as Feng Lang forced his retreat to Wuyi, the battle in Guanzhou was also very fierce. On the contrary, Xuanzhou, as the main battlefield of both sides, seemed extremely low-key. There was no sign of a large army confrontation for more than ten days. It was just that the scouts and spies from both sides were fighting back and forth, and they were having a lot of fun.

In the central army's big account.

Yang Jian looked at the map with a serious face, trying to find a breakthrough. But after looking for a long time, he shook his head. Nangong Cheng opposite him is worthy of being a famous general in the Yuan world and the largest general in the Yunlong Palace. The defense line he arranged has no loopholes. Occasionally, some places seem to have opportunities to take advantage of, but in fact they are hidden traps waiting for you to step on.

In addition, the main force under the opponent's command was the army belonging to Yunlong Palace, and the command was like a handful of arms. Even those demon clan troops were very convinced by Nangong Cheng's command, and there was no thorn, which completely subverted the image of the demon clan in Yang Jian's heart.

On the other hand, although there are two million heavenly soldiers and generals under his command, there are about three million people obeying his dispatch. The five million troops are so powerful that they can shock all forces.

But these are all scheming. The two million soldiers and generals actually have other commands. Yang Jian only has the right to command and mobilize, and cannot directly govern.

This is simply a joke for a person who has the identity of the Great Marshal of the Heavenly Court.

As for the other three million people, except for the Xuanren people, all soldiers, including 800,000 men, women, young and old. The other two million people were even more unbearable. They were all small races, all of which were cannon fodder captured by the Xuanren tribe, and had a deep hatred towards the Heavenly Court and the Xuanren tribe. Yang Jian even had to worry about the movements of these people, and beware of the pile of hay being ignited at any time. If a riot was triggered, it would be a joke.

It is still unknown how much combat power such a five million horse actually has!

If possible, Yang Jian would rather be a partial army. Not too many, as long as 500,000 heavenly soldiers and generals are enough for him to dispatch. However, as now, the army that looks like it has more than 5 million soldiers, is actually the only one who really obeys his orders.

With such a large army of great quality and complexity, it is like God making a big joke with him to break through the tight defense carefully arranged by the opponent's famous general Nangong Cheng.

After all, Yang Jian was not accepted by those of the Tianren clan. He not only wanted to use him, but also guard against him, and the military power would definitely not be handed over to him.

"Yang Jian, what are you thinking? Why haven't you ordered the entire army to attack, break through the opponent's defense line and eliminate the demon clan? Have you forgotten the orders of the Elders' House?"

Just as Yang Jian was thinking, an unceremonious voice came from outside the tent, and then a group of people flocked to him, and the person who spoke was the person in charge. His name was Dailu, the grandson of the second elder, and the commander of the two million heavenly soldiers and generals.

Yang Jian glanced at Dai Lu and said calmly: "How to act is the final word for me, and I cannot tolerate your subordinate making a decision. In addition, if you trespass into the coach's camp, you will be more guilty. If you don't shut up, I will just kill you or not."

Dai Lu's heart burst, and then his anger surged, about to ejaculate. This was the person behind him who grabbed him in time, so he didn't let him ejaculate. He just looked at Yang Jian hatefully, with his eyes particularly resentful.

Although Yang Jian did not look here, he knew every move here as he was very familiar with. Seeing that Dai Lu did not take off, he sighed secretly in his heart, and then focused on the person behind Dai Lu.

The person behind Dai Lu was named Zhou Yu, who looked like a scholar, with a beautiful temperament and no power to tie a chicken, but he was the only one of the two million soldiers and generals.

In Yang Jian's eyes, Dai Lu was just a name with a commander. The two million heavenly soldiers and generals were really in the hands of Zhou Yu. Compared to Dai Lu's impulsiveness, Zhou Yu was quite cunning. Several times Yang Jian wanted to seize the military power of the two million heavenly soldiers and generals, but they were all resolved by the other party one by one. From beginning to end, he firmly held the military power in his hands, which made Yang Jian useless repeatedly.

This is a very powerful person!
Chapter completed!