When I opened my eyes again, I saw the familiar battlefield with the setting sun again, and the familiar forest of flags.
The only difference is that he is no longer in the sword and shield camp, but standing in front of the military formation, holding a spear in his camp.
Standing here, he could see more clearly.
Under the setting sun of the west setting, the shadow of Liuji Mountain is thicker, and the Ming Dynasty dragon flag becomes more and more red as blood, becoming more powerful and solemn.
And he finally saw the military formation where the legendary King Zhao of Xifu was.
"At least more than ten miles..."
Yang Prison took a deep breath.
The second time I entered this battlefield, although I still couldn't adapt to the extremely strong evil spirit in the army, it was better than the first time.
But, the distance is still too far.
It was so far away that he couldn't even see the specific appearance of King Zhao of the West Prefecture.
And wanting to travel more than ten miles on this battlefield is simply a fantasy.
Woohoo~
The low horn sound sounded again.
At the same time, the Xuan Jia Jingqi under the shadow of Liuji Mountain was also moved, and with an overwhelming force, they rushed towards the Chinese army where Dali Dajun was!
Everything is a repeat of the previous time.
The blood energy of thousands of mysterious knights penetrated each other like a substance, blocking the overwhelming arrows.
Then, he launched a terrifying charge that still shook Yang Yu's body and mind even after seeing him for the second time.
Where is the cavalry charge here?
In his feeling, it was as if the Ten Thousand Miles of Flowing Mountains had suddenly collapsed, with an irresistible force that would completely destroy them here!
Rumble!
It was like thunder rolling from the sky, the earth was shaking, and many soldiers in the vanguard spear battalion showed fear.
"kill!"
The sound of roaring and fighting echoed through the sky like an overwhelming force.
This time, Yang Yu lasted shorter than the last time, but when he left, he finally saw the legendary King Zhao of Xifu take action!
Under the sheet-metal helmet, a young man with no face could be seen. He was holding a dragon horse with a color like fire and a shoulder height of one foot.
Like an arrow shot by a god, it penetrated all the soldiers with peerless sharpness, and went straight to the central army's tent!
No matter where you look, nothing can stop you.
…
the third time,
the fourth time,
the fifth time
…
Fighting again and again, dying again and again.
The dangers of the battlefield are far from those of individual fighting, and can even be compared to gang fighting.
Even if Yang Yu tried his best, the best he could do was kill a mysterious knight in a siege.
As a price, the hundreds of soldiers they surrounded and killed, including him, were all killed by him before they died.
But in such a military formation, fighting regardless of life and death, the gains were equally huge, and the progress of other martial arts except beheading with swords was greatly improved.
It is comparable to the skills of outsiders who have worked hard for several years.
Buzz~
The scene changed again, Yang Yu opened his eyes numbly, and his heart suddenly shook:
"This is the Chinese Army?!"
The red sun flag with a yellow background that symbolized the location of the Chinese army was only thirty feet away from him, so close that he could see the flag moving in the wind.
Thirty feet!
Yang Prison was shocked.
Standing here, he could even see the elite soldiers surrounding the central army, as well as the armored generals.
"Famous Dali general 'Martial Dragon'..."
Looking at the elegant middle-aged man surrounded by soldiers, Yang Yu's eyes brightened, remembering which battle this was.
In the second year of Qingsheng, Li Yuan, the god of the Great Li Army, led a million troops to Liuji Mountain, the place where the Three War was fought. Among them, a large army fought with Zhang Xuan in the Nanye Plain.
This was the battle where Zhang Xuanba became famous, and he had some memories of it.
It is said that during this battle, Zhang Xuanba issued a military order and led eight thousand Xuanjia elite cavalry to attack the famous Dali general Wu Zhilong who led an army of 230,000.
It is said that he used his unparalleled force to penetrate the Dali army formation, killed thirty-one Dali generals, and captured Wu Zhilong alive under the fire of the divine arm crossbow!
"Eight thousand people..."
Hearing the howl of 'woo woo' again, Yang Yu smiled bitterly in his heart.
In addition, when he heard about Zhang Xuanba's battle, he had not practiced martial arts. At that time, he only thought that the rumors were exaggerated.
This King of Zhao in the West Prefecture used his troops like a god, ambushing and winning.
"The thunder moves and the wind moves, the last move is the first to arrive. It seems that the position of King Zhao of Xifu is not stable enough at this time. He cannot be defeated even once..."
As the thoughts turned around in his mind, Yang Yu felt a move in his heart.
Eight thousand men have to defeat 200,000 soldiers who are good at fighting. If the commander is not captured, even if Zhang Xuanba really has peerless force, all his men will be killed or injured.
Therefore, he attacked the Chinese army in Dali not to show force, but because he had to do it.
Because he only has this team of subordinates.
He can't win by a narrow margin, he can only win completely!
"Zhang Xuanba..."
Breathing out a deep breath, Yang Yu clenched the long knife in his palm and stood ready.
The identity is random and uncontrollable. This is already the eighth time he has entered the "Liuji Mountain Battlefield". Even counting this time, he only has four chances.
If he missed this time, he didn't know if he would be so lucky to get close to the Chinese army.
Rumble!
Amid the thunderous sound of horse hooves, the war broke out again.
But at this time, among the soldiers of the Chinese army, Yang Yu could see clearly that the famous Da Li general Wu Zhilong was far from being as incompetent as the legend said.
He was stationed in the center of the army, controlling the whole army to twist and turn, like a millstone, strangling the black armor elite cavalry bit by bit. It seemed that the casualties were heavy, but in fact the masters were all firmly seated in the center of the army.
It seems that they are preparing to surround and kill this rising star in the Ming army?
"It's not that Zhang Xuanba wants to defeat the army alone, but he is forced to have no choice..."
Looking at the fiery dragon and horse coming across, Yang Yu clenched his sword tightly and murmured in his heart.
There is only one sentence in history: "King Zhao led eight thousand elite knights to defeat the dragon of Da Liwu in the south of Liuji Mountain".
In comparison, everything in front of me is closer to unofficial history.
It's just that this famous Dali general never imagined that he would be facing more than just a prince with powerful mother clan.
He was still a shining star in the Ming Dynasty's four hundred years of history.
"Martial Dragon!"
A loud shout echoed inside and outside the Chinese army.
This was the first time Yang Yu heard the voice of King Zhao of Xifu alive, and then he saw this peerless general.
He is not the sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked person who is as skinny as a ghost in the rumors, nor is he the resolute and courageous person who is as handsome as a god in the history books.
Chiyun Longma, who is about 10 feet tall, is a young man who is neither tall nor short in stature, has an unattractive appearance, and even looks ordinary at first glance.
But his fire-like cloak and the blessing of blood-dropping soldiers are enough to make anyone tremble in fear.
Yang Yu could see clearly.
In the center of the army, dozens of armored generals looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their horses were even more frightened and neighing when they sat down.
Boom!
As the sound waves reverberated, a violent wind suddenly rose among the army!
One man and one horse penetrated thousands of troops and came, turning people upside down wherever they passed, and countless soldiers were scattered like straw.
Not to mention the arrows shot from all directions, which were blown away by the strong wind without being able to get close at all, causing huge casualties to one's own people.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The shrill neighing of men and horses was accompanied by the sound of cracking muscles and bones like a barrage of cannons.
Suddenly, there were screams inside and outside the Chinese army, and blood and mutilated limbs were flying everywhere.
The Chinese army is in chaos!
"good chance!"
The Chinese army was in chaos. Some people were shouting in fear and others were retreating. Yang Yu's eyes were bright.
However, he waved his long sword and pretended to fight, but in fact he was approaching where Wu Zhilong was.
Zhang Xuanba is extremely powerful in terms of force, and his red cloud horse is the fastest in the world. The battlefield of thousands of miles follows him, and it is impossible to catch up with him.
If you want to face the King of Zhao of Xifu directly, the only chance is at the Chinese army tent!
"How dare a yellow-mouthed kid be so arrogant?!"
There were loud shouts from the army in Dali.
A tall and burly middle-aged man wearing full body armor rode away on horseback with a roar, a one-legged bronze figure in his palm pulling the terrifying air current.
At the same time, there were people from all directions, either driving horses or moving at high speed, using various means to kill Zhang Xuanba.
"How dare you ambush me?!"
Amidst the long roar, Zhang Xuanba spurred his horse forward, pointing his gold-plated phoenix wings directly at the red sun flag with a yellow background a hundred feet away:
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Boom!
Accompanied by a huge roar.
All the soldiers who surrounded him were blown away, and those who refused to retreat were blasted into a pulp, and were blown up by the strong wind, blowing the heads and faces of others.
No one can stop it!
Faced with such horrific means, even hundreds of soldiers were horrified and turned pale.
They may not be afraid of death, but that doesn't mean they don't want to live.
"Hahaha!"
Amidst the long laughter, Yang Yu saw the man rushing in on horseback. There was no smoke behind him, but a thick carpet of flesh and blood was piled up.
"Little Xuanba!"
But at this moment, Wu Zhilong, who was standing behind the banner, suddenly spoke.
His voice is long and heavy, with strong penetrating power. Even on a battlefield with mixed sounds, it can be heard several miles away:
"For you alone, my entire army has lost tens of thousands of dollars! This deal will make the Ming Dynasty not lose money!"
Whoosh!
As his words echoed, the Chinese army suddenly fell into dead silence.
"God's Arm Crossbow?!"
A sergeant let out a howl, and everyone either ran away like crazy, or fell to the ground, or even worse, went straight into the hole that exploded in the ground.
"not good!"
Yang Yu's expression changed drastically as he approached the Chinese army.
Under the banner of the Chinese army, surrounding Wu Zhilong, there were more than three hundred divine arm crossbows placed impressively!
It is not an inferior and defective product in Black Mountain City, but a real weapon of the country. It is said that it can penetrate the city wall!
These divine arm crossbows may not be able to kill Yang Xuanba, but they are more than enough to kill him!
"Martial Saint, can't you kill me?"
Wu Zhilong sneered indifferently.
Those three hundred large crossbows, which were like siege crossbows, burst out with terrifying murderous intent amidst the heart-wrenching sound of the machine's amplification.
Locked in on Zhang Xuanba who was a hundred feet away!
"God's Arm Crossbow..."
Looking at the divine arm crossbow bursting with murderous intent, Zhang Xuanba suddenly sneered:
"Didn't Xiao Yuan tell you that I can't attack a country within a hundred feet?!"
boom!
If there is a thunderclap.
"kill!"
Zhang Xuanba jumped up from his horse, his gold-plated phoenix wings danced extremely fast while the strong wind was swirling around him, and turned into a lifelike dragon with strong wind.
Faced with three hundred divine arm crossbows, do not retreat but advance!
"shoot!"
Wu Zhilong stopped talking nonsense. The moment Zhang Xuanba stood up, he had already given the order.
Beng Beng Beng Beng~~~
Thousands of explosions mixed into one!
At this moment, the battlefield seemed to be filled with thunder, which could be heard dozens of miles away. Everyone looked back.
I saw an air dragon facing countless divine arm crossbow arrows, sweeping across a hundred feet, blowing up countless stumps and broken arms, and breaking the Chinese army's banner!
"General!"
One of the soldiers cried out sadly, their morale plummeting.
"The Dragon of Martial Arts..."
Zhang Xuanba laughed loudly, not caring about the multiple arrow wounds on his body, and swept across the soldiers with his phoenix-winged gold-plated sword.
Hold the Dragon of Martial Arts down with one hand and retreat.
It seems that among these 200,000 troops, no one can stop them from coming or going!
Or maybe no one dares to stop it!
"Huh?!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xuanba raised his eyebrows.
Among the pile of corpses, I saw a soldier who seemed to have had half of his body wiped off by a divine arm crossbow, with most of his internal organs leaking out.
He climbed up with a will that even surprised him.
Then, he slashed himself with a knife.
"What a warrior!"
Looking around at the Dali generals who were in a dilemma, Zhang Xuanba couldn't help but give a slight praise, and gently chopped down the gold-plated iron:
"Who are you?"
The half-disabled soldier gritted his teeth and roared, flying up: