As Xiang Wen led the infantry to rush to the front of the camp, the crumbling wind camp gate could no longer bear it. In the end, it was knocked down by Xiang Wen's heavy sword after using the magic weapon. Then, a large number of Mo troops outside the camp followed The camp gate was opened and he rushed into the wind camp.
Facing a large number of Mo troops, Feng troops seemed to be really ill-prepared and retreated in droves.
Xiang Wen was eager to kill, and while chasing Feng's army, he rushed into the depths of Feng Camp. In one breath, he led his army into Feng Camp for more than a mile. During this period, he was extremely unstoppable, and no one could withstand his sharp edge.
If Xiang Wen could calm down at this time, he would definitely find something wrong. This battle was going too smoothly. How could the Feng Jun, who is known for his ferocity, and the Yu Jun assist him, let him advance so easily? What about the hinterland of the camp?
However, Xiang Wen, who was so overwhelmed by the desire to win, could think of so many things. Now there was only one idea left in his mind: to lead his soldiers to break through the enemy camp in one go, then rest and recuperate, wait for the opportunity, and then kill him again.
In the process of chasing down the Feng Army deserters, Xiang Wen felt that there were fewer and fewer deserters in front of him, and he didn't know where they were hiding. He frowned secretly. It stands to reason that the deeper you go into the enemy camp, the more enemies there should be. Why? Will it become less and less?
Just when he was wondering in his heart and looking confused, suddenly, a row of Feng Army's flags was erected in the Feng camp in front of him.
There were many military flags arranged in a long row, trembling with the night wind. Looking up, apart from the flags, nothing else could be seen, not even a single soldier.
What was going on? Xiang Wen felt something strange, and immediately sent a small team of cavalry to check.
When the cavalry slowly came to the front of the wind flag, dozens of spears were suddenly thrust out from the center of the flag. The Mo cavalry team did not even see what was going on. They screamed and rolled off their horses.
The sudden turn of events caused Xiang Wen, who was watching from behind, to change his expression sharply. The other soldiers of the Mo army were also startled, and they all retreated in unison.
At this time, the thunderous drum beat sounded again in the Fengjun camp. At first it was beating one after another, but gradually the drum beat became faster and faster, and became more and more urgent. In the end, it was like exploding beans.
The soldiers of the Mo army looked around, looking for the source of the drum. At this moment, the row of wind flags blocking them suddenly fell down. People looked carefully and saw that behind the fallen wind flags, there were densely packed people who did not know where to come from. The Fengjun.
Standing at the front were heavy cavalry, and looking back, there were endless infantry, overwhelming and indistinguishable.
Oops! Seeing this scene, Xiang Wen was shocked, but before he had time to react, hundreds of thousands of Fengyu coalition troops poured out from the left, right and three directions behind the Mo army. These soldiers They are all arranged in neat battle formations.
The heavy shield soldiers held down the formation in front, the halberdiers guarded the shield formation in the back, and behind them were all archers. Arrows with cold light were pointing diagonally in the air, and they might fly towards the Mo army camp at any time.
The Mozambican Army also has a large number of troops, more than 400,000 people. Xiang Wen is located in front of the formation, so it is naturally impossible to see everything in all directions. However, the Mozhi Army's messengers have continuously reported to the enemy the information seen by all parties. Asked.
After listening to the reports from all parties, Xiang Wen finally realized that he had been fooled and fell into the Fengyu Alliance's trick. Now his own army was surrounded by the Fengyu Alliance in his camp.
What should we do? In an instant, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Xiang Wen's forehead.
At this moment, the heavy cavalry directly in front of him moved to the left and right, and a group of generals from the Fengyu and Yu armies walked out of the crowd. The leader was none other than the commander of the Fengguo Plain Army, Xiao Muqing.
Xiao Muqing urged her to take a few steps forward, pretending to set up a pergola with her hands, looked across and asked, "Is the general in front of you General Xiangwen?"
In fact, he had long known that the person leading the breakout of Mo Jun was Xiang Wen, but he didn't see Xu Lengzhi, which was very strange.
Now, the Fengyu coalition forces outside the city don't know about Xu Lengzhi's assassination. If they knew, the two armies would have taken the initiative to attack the city long ago, and they would not have given the Mo army a chance to steal the camp at night.
Even though the distance was far away, Xiang Wen, with his extraordinary eyesight, still recognized Xiao Muqing. However, after seeing the other party's appearance clearly, his heart sank again. It seemed that there were not only the heavy cavalry of the Feng Kingdom, but also the Pingyuan Army.
exist.
He had a premonition that this battle would be a disaster, but Xiang Wen could not lose even if he lost the battle. He shouted back in a loud voice: "It's Xiang Wen!"
"Haha, General Xiang, we have been waiting here for a long time." Xiao Muqing looked up and smiled and said: "Originally, we were waiting for General Xu, but unexpectedly, General Xiang got into our army's dragnet. Anyway, since General Xiang
Now that you are here, don’t go back. Take your brothers and surrender. You have been heavily surrounded by our army and can’t fly. If you continue to resist stubbornly, you will only die!”
"Fart! We, the soldiers of the Mo army, would rather die on the battlefield than surrender to you and other wind thieves." Xiang Wen's face turned red with anger, and he raised his hand to raise the spiritual sword.
Xiao Muqing shook his head repeatedly and said: "General Xiang doesn't value his own life, so he should think about his brothers!"
Xiang Wen looked around and saw that all the soldiers around him had bleak expressions on their faces, with their heads hanging down like defeated roosters. Xiang Wen clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and shouted at Xiao Muqing.
He shouted: "I want your dog head first today!"
As he spoke, he knocked his feet against the stirrups, and the horse gave a strange cry and rushed forward, heading straight for Xiao Muqing.
Although the Pingyuan Army was so brave, Xiao Muqing was a serious general with no martial arts skills. Seeing Xiang Wen suddenly charging at him, he trembled with fright and hurriedly turned his horse's head to escape back to the main formation, but
Xiang Wen stepped off the BMW too fast. Xiao Muqing had just turned the horse's head. Before he ran two steps, Xiang Wen was already behind him. He raised the spiritual knife in his hand high and aimed it at the back of Xiao Muqing's head.
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At this critical moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed from the diagonal stab, and a three-pointed, two-edged knife blocked Xiao Muqing's back. Xiang Wen's spiritual knife was slashing on the back of the three-pointed, two-edged knife.
Bang! This violent collision of iron tools shook the eardrums of the people around him as if they were about to burst. The burst of energy and spiritual pressure at that moment made Xiao Muqing fly straight out, and he fell into the heavy cavalry's head.
In the camp.
Fortunately, Xiao Muqing was young and strong, and had armor to protect his body, otherwise the force of the fall would have broken his bones and tendons.
The surrounding heavily armored cavalry suddenly changed their faces with fear. Due to the heavy armor on them, they could not dismount and help them. They could only bend down as much as possible on the horse, pull Xiao Muqing up with all their hands, and then asked with concern:
"Xiao Shuai, are you not hurt?"
Xiao Muqing got up with a dry smile on his face, patted the dust on his cloak, waved his hands to everyone, and said: "It's okay, it's okay." As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked out of the crowd. At this time, on the battlefield, Xiang Wen
Already fighting with Shangguan Yuanrang who rushed out.
It was Shangguan Yuanrang who had just brought Xiao Muqing back from hell.
Seeing the two of them fighting fiercely, surrounded by spiritual pressure, flying sand and rocks, and dust rising high, Xiao Muqing shouted loudly in the crowd: "Yuan Rang, Xiang Wen's mount is very good. You can kill the person, but the mount must be left behind."
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Hearing his shout, Shangguan Yuan Rang's hearty laughter came from the battle group: "Haha, Brother Xiao, that's a great reminder. Yuan Rang will dedicate this horse to the king!"
The two of them sang in harmony, which made Xiang Wen so angry that he felt like he had become a piece of meat and was slaughtered by others. Xiang Wen roared angrily and used all his strength to attack Shangguan Yuanrang like crazy.
Today, there are not many people who can take on Xiang Wen's violent attack, but Shangguan Yuanrang is definitely one of them.
He responded to Xiang Wen's onslaught with ease, sometimes parrying with his sword, sometimes dodging sideways, and occasionally counterattacking with one or two swords, which was enough to keep Xiang Wen in a hurry.
Even if there is a gap between the two top level warriors, it is impossible for one side to defeat the other in a short period of time. The two of them were going back and forth, circling around, and in the blink of an eye they were already fighting fiercely.
Thirty rounds.
Although Xiang Wen was the main attacker in these thirty rounds and Shangguan Yuan was on passive defense, anyone could see that it was the latter who really took the initiative on the court. Xiang Wen's reckless attack was too time-consuming.
Spiritual energy and physical strength cannot last long.
However, some people like to pretend to be confused. Qi Heng. I don’t know if he really didn’t see the situation clearly or if he pretended not to see clearly. He urged his horse to rush out of the formation, and at the same time shouted to Shangguan Yuanrang: “General Yuanrang, rest.”
Rest, let me fight this thief!"
What Shangguan Yuanrang hates the most is when he is fighting with the enemy, someone interferes with him, and at this time he is in the heat of fighting, so he is not willing to give in. Shangguan Yuanrang refused to give in, and Qi Heng squeezed into the battle group again, so
As soon as he came, he became Shangguan Yuanrang, and Qi Heng joined forces to fight with Xiangwen.
Just one of these two people is enough to give Xiang Wen a headache, let alone the two of them working together to fight him. Xiang Wen's attack came to an abrupt end when Qi Heng joined the battle, and he fell into the passive position in front of him.
All around him, sword lights flashed. One moment it was a three-pointed two-edged sword, and the next moment it was a nine-turn soul-severing knife. Xiang Wen blocked the front but could not block the back. He could not look left or right. He had only fought ten rounds, and he had already
I was so tired that there were beads of sweat on my nose and temples, and I was panting like an ox.
This battle can't go on any longer! No matter how powerful Xiang Wen is, he can't defeat Shangguan Yuanrang and Qi Heng, the two fierce generals of the Feng Kingdom, on his own.
He feinted with his sword, pulled his horse out of the battle group, and then shouted angrily at Shangguan and Qi: "What a shameless wind thief, you bully the few, how can you be considered a hero!" As he spoke, he urged his horse.
I want to run back to my base.
But suddenly, a heart-breaking scream came from behind him. It was not a human scream, but more like the roar of a devil in hell.
For a moment, Xiang Wen felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and flown out of the sky, his mind going blank.