The five famous generals and Nangong Cheng, the peerless commander, jointly dealt with the Guanjiangkou army. Guanjiangkou army can still achieve this record, and is worthy of being the number one elite in the Yuan world. Not only Nangong Cheng, but even Zhao Min and others also held their breath. This is the first time they have been beaten so badly in history. The five elite teams were almost beaten and lost their number. It is a shame and humiliation.

Nangong Cheng and others couldn't accept the fact that five to one was still the result, but this was the case with Yang Jian. In the past, when the Guanjiangkou army came out, they had always been invincible, let alone a thousand and two hundred grass-headed gods. Everyone there was carefully selected by Yang Jian and the six brothers of Meishan, and they were the trump card for their victory.

But unexpectedly, this ace was not used on the celestial clan, but on the battlefield with the human race, and it was even more in a battle.

“Ah~”

Naojian looked at the all-armed Cao-Headed God, and he squirted out blood and fainted on the ground. Among the six brothers in Meishan, Naojian is the youngest and is usually the most inconspicuous. Therefore, the important task of the 1,200 Cao-Headed God is actually to press on him and he always leads it. However, he did not expect that the 1,200 Cao-Headed God would be devastating as soon as it appeared, and he did not even have any reputation left in the world. This was fatal to Naojian.

With the injury and the injury and this blow, Zhi Jian screamed and fainted.

"Lao Liu, Lao Liu..." Yang Jian grabbed Nao Jian's body and shouted loudly, but he couldn't wake Nao Jian up.

"Take Master Six down to heal your wounds, and you must protect Master Six." Yang Jian ordered loudly.

"promise."

The people below quickly took Naokai down.

At this time, Yang Jian turned his gaze to the battlefield again, his eyes changing unpredictably.

The destruction of the 1,200 grass-headed god, Naojian fainted in his heart, but the pain in Yang Jian's heart was no less than that in Naojian. It can even be said that Yang Jian's heart was even more painful.

But no matter what, things have come to this point, and Yang Jian can no longer regret it. In the current situation, Yang Jian can only fight with Nangong Cheng to the end, and whoever persists to the end will win the final victory.

"Let me go." Zhang Boshi, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke and said to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian looked at Zhang Bo, with a little confusion in his eyes.

"Let me lead the last brothers to fight. If I can't stop the charge of the Dingjun cavalry, even if there are millions of heavenly soldiers and generals, it will be useless. In the current situation, only if I lead my brothers to stop the Dingjun cavalry, can there be a chance of victory..." Zhang Boshi's eyes were unprecedentedly calm, and he just looked at Yang Jian like this.

Yang Jian didn't speak, indeed, the situation of the Ting army is not very good today. Especially the Ding Army cavalry, wherever they pass, they are irresistible, and they are very cunning. If they don't fight head-on with the Heavenly Court army, the place where they often hit is the key point of the formation, which gradually affects the overall market in part. Although it cannot cause much harm, the continuous accumulation of small victories will eventually form a turbulent trend, which will completely lay the foundation for the victory or defeat.
Chapter completed!