As the charge of Xiang Jun was launched, arrows flew like locusts all over the sky instantly. In the dense rain of arrows from South Vietnam, Xiang Jun was constantly being shot off his horse, but there was no nostalgia for life in their eyes, and their faces were...
Death is still burning with a roaring fighting spirit!
Seeing their companions who kept falling, these men who were supporting the army bent down on their horses and clenched the iron spears with cold light in their hands. The precious horses under their crotches seemed to be able to understand the meaning of their masters, and they rushed towards them like thunder.
The South Vietnamese battle formation ahead!
At this moment, everyone in Xiangjun had forgotten their wives and children at home, and their parents with frosty white temples. They only glanced at the majestic Zhennan Pass behind them!
As long as I am alive, no South Vietnamese soldier will be able to set foot on half an inch of Xiangjing land!
The wave of Xiang troops like black dragons suddenly crashed into the South Vietnamese battle formation. In the fierce battle, high waves of ice splashed up, and the sound of clashing swords and guns was heard from the field. The calm and clear snow suddenly turned into
A swirling and furious Shura field.
There were splashes of blood everywhere, suffocating the lives of the soldiers of both armies. In just one breath, this chilling atmosphere made people feel chilling.
On the vast snowfield in front of Zhennang Pass, this final decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops was already a bloodbath and tragedy.
Seeing the defeat of the South Vietnamese soldiers and watching the front battle formations being continuously breached, Tang Fangyan shouted anxiously: "Liu Shi, quickly lead the third column to block the gap for me!"
"Commander, General Liu was shot dead by Han Shuangxue with an arrow earlier and died a heroic death!" A soldier in South Vietnam, whose face was stained with blood, said mournfully with grief on his face.
Tang Fangyan choked when he heard the words, clenched his left fist, and said through gritted teeth: "Here's the order, abandon the previous battle formation arrangement, and surround and attack the Xiang Army's strongest offensive. I don't believe him."
The defeat of a hundred thousand remnant troops can cause waves!"
As the messenger left, Tang Fangyan shook the spear in his hand to the ground and cursed: "This is ridiculous!"
What shocked him was that the remaining 200,000 Xiang troops actually smashed his heavy troops into pieces. The battle formations he had set up earlier had already been breached by the cavalry before they could take effect.
Tang Fangyan looked at the area where Li Xuan and Song Qingyun were fighting. While he was looking at Li Xuan, the rest of his eyes were watching the three figures on the tower of Zhennanguan, and his heart gradually sank.
Hanshuangxue's bow still did not stop, but each arrow was only aimed at the South Vietnamese cultivators. Accompanied by the crisp sound of the bowstring, each gorgeous arrow shadow would take away a life!
These cultivators in the South Vietnamese army were all the elites he had trained with painstaking efforts over the past twenty years, and they were South Vietnam's secret method! But in less than half a stick of incense, more than half of these people were already dead or injured!
The bow is full of frost and snow, listening to the rain and sleeping!
Tang Fangyan's face was uncertain. He had realized that due to the threat of frost and snow, South Vietnam's Central Committee
Many of the soldiers had already begun to retreat, and the tide of counterattack was obviously weakening.
He really couldn't understand why Han Shuangxue followed Li Xuan so resolutely. Wasn't he afraid of the insults of the South Vietnamese people?!
As Xiang Jun broke the formation, the sound of crossbows and arrows had stopped. In the cold wind, there were sounds of swords and guns fighting, the rays of the rising sun reflected on Xiang Jun's armor, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves could be heard.
Lu Ziyi looked at the battle in the field. The gloom of the defeat a few days ago made him burst into tears at this moment. He twisted his waist and beat the drum again to march forward. The dull drum sound slowly echoed.
Since the beginning of the war, facing the accusations from South Vietnam, the generals who crossed the river have been under great pressure!
Hearing the big drum on the city tower, a lieutenant general of the Xiang Army shouted angrily: "Xiang Army cavalry, charge! Pick Tang Fangyan's head for me!" After saying this, he galloped directly across the front line of the South Vietnamese Army.
The person's head jumped several feet, charging and killing!
The lieutenant kicked off his legs, stood on the horse's back, held the gun in both hands and fiercely thrust it forward, piercing the shoulder straps of the South Vietnamese soldier in front of him, and blood splashed into the sky, pouring him
All in one.
The horse neighed and was about to fall to the ground. It was obvious that its legs were cut off by a South Vietnamese scimitar. With a look of hatred on his face, the man turned over and jumped down. His spear flipped forward and flew away again.
A South Vietnamese sergeant.
When the five soldiers nearby saw this, they rushed over with stern expressions on their faces, as if they were surrounded! However, the lieutenant general put away his spear and swiped the three of them away.
At this moment, a scimitar was inserted into his leg, and blood splattered!
Zhonglang Jiang's eyes were full of blood, and he used his left hand to snatch the shield of the person in front of him, and slapped him hard on the forehead, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, the spear in his right hand made another U-turn, and went vertically along the forehead of the last person.
The five South Vietnamese soldiers fell to the ground softly in the blink of an eye, twitching continuously.
The lieutenant showed a ruthless expression on his face, pulled out the scimitar from his thigh, raised the tip of the sword to the sky and shouted:
"Xiangjun Erlang, charge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was surrounded again by more South Vietnamese soldiers, who charged and killed him.
The Xiangjun cavalry was like a storm, tearing the entire South Vietnamese battle formation into pieces!
Nowadays, the South Vietnamese soldiers can no longer talk about any formations. Following Tang Fangyan's orders, everyone started fighting in close quarters without any rules. Countless soldiers fell in every breath.
The blood on the ground dyed the entire earth red. This was not a battle of tens of thousands of people, but a decisive battle of nearly a million troops!
Looking at the tragic battlefield, Tang Fangyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, looked up at the rising sun shining on the snowy plains of Chidi, and saw the countless swords, lights, and gun shadows that made him unable to open his eyes!
In the current chaotic war situation, no matter what military orders he issued in Tang dialect, they all fell into the sea without making any waves. He stood under the flag of the South Vietnamese Army and felt chills in his heart. He seemed to have recalled
The majestic figure who overthrew the Southern Tang Dynasty twenty years ago!
Looking at the earth-shattering decisive battle below, the hometown felt a little heavy, and said to Hanshuangxue beside him: "I don't know how many innocent lives will die in such a war..." After all, as the war develops,
, every time a breath passes, countless creatures will die.
Han Shuangxue slowly shook his head, with a cold look in his eyes, and said lightly: "War has always been about life! Pity has no meaning to soldiers. In troubled times, how can there be any innocent words?
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Lu Ziyi's body trembled when he heard it, and there was a look of pride in his eyes: "When I, King Xiang, was alive, it was a peaceful and prosperous time!"
Han Shuangxue breathed out softly: "Now you and Li Xuan..."
After hearing this, his face was thoughtful, and he looked at Li Xuan, who was fighting in the field again...
Since Li Xuan arrived at the scene, the men of Xiangjun took the initiative to avoid the battle between the young prince and Song Qingyun.
Seeing the change in Song Qingyun's body, Li Xuan instantly understood what had happened. Zhuyue burst out with light in his hand, and he used the Piaoyu sword technique, and he rushed forward like a thunderbolt.
The vision of the Tianyu formation has caused many South Vietnamese soldiers to abandon their soldiers and armor, and said in fear: "Is this an immortal..."
Facing Li Xuan's fierce offensive, Song Qingyun remained calm and his eyes were filled with gray. He had no idea of temporarily avoiding the sharp attack. His feet shook, and the burst of spiritual energy cyclone covered the snow on the ground nearby.
They were all shaken away, and he raised his hand and swung it away with a palm. Countless black energy visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed in the palm of his hand, and slapped Li Xuan hard.
Under the nervous gazes of many soldiers, the two men suddenly collided in the next moment.
"boom!"
The burst of spiritual power blew away pieces of snow velvet. After passing by, Li Xuan slowly turned around. His sword light had already left a big black hole in Song Qingyun's body.
Song Qingyun reached out and grabbed the air, and the auras with countless sounds continued to gather from the corpses in the field, pouring into Song Qingyun's body, causing waves of white ripples in the air, making his whole person's aura suddenly surge! That evil energy
The feeling suddenly rose from his body, and in half a breath, the injury on his chest had healed as before!
"Hiss~"
Seeing this scene, Tang Fangyan was so distracted that he bit off the tip of his tongue. No matter how stupid he was, he understood that Song Qingyun was a foreigner! The Emperor Wen of the Jin Dynasty...