Ning Jun's squeeze, coupled with the cooperation between Geyunda and Binye, the black warrior's defense line was barely maintained intact, but it was still retreating as a whole. Behind it was the surging Mituo River. The reinforcements from the north were isolated across the river, while the reinforcements from the west were blocked by Wang Gendong.

"Wang Gendong's side is under a lot of pressure."

Chen Leng put down Qianliyan and ordered: "Let the war drums rise again, the team of Puluo Qianshou must be disbanded within one hour."

"yes!"

With the cold military orders, the sound of war drums behind them sounded again, one by one, like a shocking thunder.

Because of the melee between the two sides, Ning Jun's firearms lost most of their function, but as the battlefield moved forward, the stone-throwing cart could move forward a little further, so the black martial reinforcements on the other side of the river were even more unable to get close.

The soldiers of Daning were very clear that the second war drum had already been heard from the main general, which showed that the general was already a little anxious, so the soldiers pushing forward on the front line shouted and attacked forward at any cost.

"Who is there?"

Chen Leng raised his eyes again and noticed that there was a team on the flanks of the Black Martial Army that was not too numerous but extremely fierce in combat. Li Xiaoshan was about to tear apart the Black Martial Army formation on the flanks, but the team of the Black Martial Army that rushed over and actually pushed out Li Xiaoshan's team.

"The banner is Pu Luo Qianshou's general Qingshu, a rising star in the black martial army."

People like Ye Yunsan know too much about the generals on the Heiwu side. Whether they are older generation generals or new generations, they will stare at them and not let go of any of them, so they can make a judgment just by looking at the banner.

"This is definitely not ours."

Chen Leng said: "I beat him too hard."

Ye Yunsan nodded: "Qingshu is the general of the young generation of Heiwu, and is considered the leader among them. This person has the talent and martial arts that are absolutely superior to Liao Shalang. However, his background is too poor, so he cannot be used. If this person takes power in the Heiwu South Court camp in the future, it will not be a good thing for us."

Chen Leng stretched out his hand: "Knife."

Chen Ran immediately handed him the black thread knife.

Chen Leng turned over and snatched the war horse: "See if he can get rid of him before he becomes the pillar of Black Martial Arts."

Chen Leng didn't plan to go up to this battle by himself, just like what he said to the Black Mastiff. Chen Leng rarely goes to the battlefield himself now. He knows when should we let young people see hope.

It is naturally good to lead every battle, which will make the soldiers feel at the same time, but in the end, this will also make young people feel that they have no chance to stand out.

Ye Yunsan's words made Chen Leng think about going to the battlefield. He held the black thread knife and glanced at the black mastiff: "Sit here and wait for me."

The black mastiff screamed, as if he was dissatisfied with Chen Leng's words.

"sit down!"

Chen Leng shouted, and the black mastiff then squatted there, still looking angrily, feeling aggrieved.

Chen Leng urged the horse to rush out, pointed the black line knife forward, and one thousand two hundred personal soldiers roared out behind him.

On the battlefield, Qingshu led his men to rush left and right, and interrupted Li Xiaoshan's team for several sections. Li Xiaoshan's team could not echo the front and tail. He had already broken the black warrior defense line, but at this time he had to concentrate on integrating the team. If he was not careful, he would be counterattacked by the black warriors. The team was trapped in and could not get out as if he had entered a quagmire.

"Attack the enemy general!"

When Li Xiaoshan saw the position of the green tree, he turned around and rushed towards the green tree. The cavalry beside him also turned around and followed him and rushed forward.

When the cavalry of both sides were still far away, they began to attack each other with crossbows, and dense crossbow arrows even collided in the air.

The muffled sound of crossbow arrows piercing into the human body sounded around, and the shouts after being hit by the arrows also sounded around. The cavalry of the black warrior was extremely powerful, stronger than what they had encountered before.

A strong enemy.

Li Xiaoshan held up a crossbow and shot at Qingshu continuously. Although the arm shield tied to Qingshu's left arm was not big, his eyesight was amazing and his reaction was extremely amazing. His arms were blocking horizontally in front of him, blocking all the feather arrows shot by Li Xiaoshan.

He quickly hangs the scimitar in his right hand to one side, then leans over and pulls the spear in the hand of a soldier next to him. The speed of the war horse and the strength of his pulling out the spear knocked the black warrior to the ground. When the soldier stands up, his hands are trembling, and the skin in his palm is worn off, and blood is scattered.

While the speeding, Qingshu threw the spear out. The distance between the two was only a few feet long. The spear arrived in an instant. When Li Xiaoshan noticed it, it was too late. He immediately raised his head back and strode his nose. The spear brushed his nose and shot it, poking off the iron helmet with a sound.

A string of iron helmets in Mars flew out, and Li Xiaoshan's hair immediately exploded and floated away.

In an instant, the two horses intersected. Qingshu reached out and grabbed Li Xiaoshan's neck, and pushed forward with one hand. Li Xiaoshan's body involuntarily left the saddle. Qingshu's war horse was still running forward, and Li Xiaoshan seemed to be hanging there.

He has been practicing in northern Xinjiang for many years. Although he was very skilled and physically in normal martial arts when he came, he has long since experienced countless battles and has become the weak prince.

When Li Xiaoshan was pinched, he buzzed a little briefly in his head, but he quickly realized that he raised his hands and grabbed Qingshu's arm, then raised his feet and kicked Qingshu's chest hard.

Qingshu's single arm stretched out as strong as a fixed wooden stake. Li Xiaoshan couldn't put Qingshu's arm down even when he hung it. Just as he was about to kick his feet, Qingshu suddenly leaned over and pressed it down to the side.

When the green tree running on the horse was pressing down, Li Xiaoshan's head and back hit the ground hard. The horse was so fast that how fierce was his back and back rubbed against the hard frozen soil?

In a moment, the armor pieces on the back were flying, and the back of the head was bloody and bloody.

Qingshu straightened up and still held Li Xiaoshan with one arm. Li Xiaoshan's eyes were already rolling upwards. The hair on the back of his head was worn out, the skin was gone, and the skull was exposed, covered with dirt and a few strips of shredded meat.

Qingshu glanced at the man in his hand and didn't care. If he was holding a general in Ningguo in his hand, he would naturally be a little excited. But judging from the armor of the Ning army general, he was a third-rank general and was already a very high-ranking military vocation, but Qingshu was not attracted by it.

He even felt that the person in his hand was far worse than the big man he had fought with before. If he knew that this person was still a prince in Daning, he would probably care a little.

"Weak, not worthy of the third-rank general armor."

The green tree pulled the reins violently, and the war horses neighed and ran back in the direction they came. The cavalry behind him accompanied him, and the team seemed to be turning sharply.

Li Xiaoshan was directly captured, and his Ning army cavalry chased after the Qingshu team. The smoke and dust that the two teams stepped on the battlefield seemed to make the whole world turbid.

Qingshu's team returned to the side of the formation, and at this time Li Xiaoshan's team was completely disrupted by his charge.

"Lucky will not always favor you Ningren."

Qingshu raised his arm and pinched Li Xiaoshan's neck and exerted a little force. Li Xiaoshan's face had turned blue and purple, his eyes began to protrude outward, and his tongue had already stretched out.

"If I take charge of the army in the future, I will make you Ningren regain awe."

He heard the thunder of cavalry charges, and his eyes turned to the opposite side of Li Xiaoshan's face. There was a Ning army cavalry with about a thousand people roaring over there. Before he could fight against Qingshu, he knew that the team was terrifying. It was a momentum that would inevitably be invincible as long as he went to war.

Then he noticed the bright red flag, and the word Shen on it made his heart tighten.

Shen Leng?

He turned his head to look at Li Xiaoshan in his hand. After pondering for a moment, his hand suddenly exerted force, and a crackle of Li Xiaoshan's neck was twisted.

The prince's expression, who was still struggling subconsciously, suddenly became stiff, and his gaze soon became blurred. He seemed to see his own team rushing over from afar, as if he saw the red battle flag in front of him.

He felt himself flying, and that was the last feeling.

Li Xiaoshan's body was thrown out by the green tree. The body flew at least ten feet away and then landed on the ground with a bang. The body rolled a few more times, facing the sky, and the blood in his mouth overflowed out one after another.

"Walk!"

Qingshu shouted and rushed out to the back of the formation.

Before Shen Leng arrived, he saw Li Xiaoshan being thrown out before he could arrive. At that moment, Shen Leng's eyes suddenly turned red.

Qingshu's cavalry quickly withdrew. I wonder if he didn't have the courage to fight Shen Leng, who had never been defeated, or if he knew he was defeated and chose to withdraw rationally, or if he had already seen that this battle would definitely be defeated, so he fled to the rear of his formation.

Shen Leng snatched the horse and jumped down, squatted down to check Li Xiaoshan, but found that the person had lost his breath, and his eyes were still open, as if he didn't believe that he would die like this.

Shen Leng picked up Li Xiaoshan's body and handed it to the personal soldiers beside him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Send it back."

The personal soldiers took the body and placed it on the horse's back, and ran out toward the rear.

Shen Leng turned over and pulled the armor on the iron helmet down.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The personal soldiers roared and followed Shen Leng toward the array of the Black Martial Army.

As the wind roared, the team rushed in with smoke and dust, like a sharp blade that could split the world.

As the wind roared, the once romantic prince left. He washed himself with the battlefield, but failed to survive on the battlefield.

As the wind whistled, the earth seemed to tremble under the horse's hooves.
Chapter completed!