One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 156 Breakthrough Battle
Faced with the siege of many venerables, Song Yun already had quite a lot of experience, and his moves were clean and neat, beheading a ghost fairy on the spot.

"Beautiful!" Zong Chenyuan couldn't help but admire again.

It took only a short while for this strange young man to come to help, and he made two shots, one was seriously injured and the other was killed.

You know, you are hitting a venerable of the same realm!
Such astonishing efficiency, Zong Shenyuan has experienced many battles, and today is the first time he has seen it.

Although the remaining four Venerables were in good condition, seeing this scene, their hearts were a little terrified, and they all slowed down their attacks.

Song Yun and Zong Chenyuan also paused their counterattack, clenched their weapons and retreated slowly.

Song Yun glanced at the yellow-faced veteran beside him, frowned, and said via voice transmission with his spiritual sense, "Can you hold on?"

At this time, a black skull mark appeared between Zong Chenyuan's eyebrows, emitting a faint black air, which was not very good to look at.

This is the method used by the Sheng Guo Guoshi just before his death, the dying blow of the ghost fairy, which should not be underestimated.

"It's okay, it's just a small curse." Zong Chenyuan shook his head, "I have suppressed it, and it won't affect the battle. Just go back and try to resolve it."

Song Yun's eyes flickered.

Zong Chenyuan, as a top martial artist at the pinnacle of martial arts, has perfect energy and spirit, even if he is injured a little, it is difficult for the demon to invade.

But this time he was cursed by the soul, and a flaw appeared.

Could this battle today be the root cause of this veteran's sudden rebellion in the future?
Song Yun shook his head secretly. He didn't understand the details of this period of history, and the spirit of heaven and earth never revealed anything. Since the time of crossing, he has relied on his own constant guessing and deduction all the way.

Therefore, he does not know what consequences his actions will bring.

"Do your best, as long as you can lock the breath of the demon, this time travel through time and space is a success."

Song Yun didn't think about it any more, swung his big sword, covered Zong Shenyuan and fought while retreating.

Of the two of them, one is as powerful as the late martial saint, and the other is the peak martial saint. Both are veterans who have experienced many life-and-death battles.

Of the four venerables on the opposite side, the strongest is Horton Shanyu, a late martial saint, and the remaining three are mid-stage martial saints.

Two against four, the fight was very intense.

Song Yun and Horton fought single-handedly, fighting against the full-moon scimitar with their big swords in both hands.

As for Zong Chenyuan, even if he suffered a lot of injuries, he could easily deal with the mid-term siege of the three martial saints.

On the contrary, the three people on the opposite side fought with fear, for fear that the old general would suddenly exert his strength and forcibly take away one of them.

The battle between the lords stabilized, and the Beiting army next to them was also determined. They were no longer eager to break through, and began to slowly show the tactics of the world's most powerful army.

In the northern part of the battlefield, 15 Beiyuan cavalry galloped on horseback, coming and going like the wind.

Most of the Beiyuan people wandered and shot arrows, harassed and restrained them, covered a small number of elite cavalry, and launched round after round of attacks on the Beiting camp.

Soon, a new round of attacks began.

Five thousand elite cavalry appeared, holding scimitars or maces, waving weapons in the air, making strange noises, and charging forward on horseback.

The troops in Beiting were also ready to attack.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

At this time, the general of Beiting waved his command flag and suddenly changed his formation.

The front row of soldiers spread out towards the wings, revealing a team of 3000 men in the middle.

The 3000 people rushed to the front on horseback, but got off their horses one after another, and drew out a seven-foot long knife with a unique shape.

The blade is three feet long, the handle is four feet long, the blade is cut on both sides, and the tip is extremely sharp.

The three thousand soldiers held their knives in both hands, with the handles resting on their waists, marching forward in array.

There are many sharp blades, turning into a wall of knives, facing the elite cavalry of Beiyuan.

"Tang Jun's Modao Battalion!"

Seeing this posture, the commanders who led the charge in Beiyuan felt their scalps go numb, and even wanted to stop the attack.

However, the distance between the two armies is already quite close.

At this time, forcibly turning back and showing the back to the Tang people is also courting death.

They could only bite the bullet and rush forward, a little flustered, and even the sound of screaming was much quieter.

The two sides simply fired a few rounds at each other, and the formations collided together.

Swish... Swish... The light of the knife flickered, connecting into one piece.

Beiting soldiers took the lead in stabbing with their knives, the sharp blade penetrated into the opposite body, and then violently provoked.

On almost every raised blade, there is a corpse of a Northern Plainsman!
The charge of the Northern Plains cavalry came to an abrupt end.

Afterwards, the position of the Modao Battalion kept changing, with thousands of sword shadows swaying, chopping heads up and horses' legs down, directly turning the cavalry into a sieve.

Several innate martial artists from Beiting held Mo Dao, shouted, and slashed down from top to bottom, forcibly splitting the cavalry on the opposite side into two halves!

The Modao Battalion was the most restrained cavalry, and its terrifying combat power was displayed. With the bow and crossbow volley and the cavalry covering, this Beiyuan fine cavalry was killed and injured very quickly.

For the impoverished tribes of the Northern Plains, there were not many elite cavalry in full armor. Five thousand died in one fell swoop, and their ability to charge into battle was greatly reduced.

With the Modao Battalion in front, the Beiyuan people only dared to shoot their bows and arrows from a distance. The archers of the Beiting Army immediately responded, and the two sides began to shoot each other.

The pressure from the northern part of the battlefield has been greatly reduced, and the Northern Army can devote more energy to the south.

In the south of the battlefield, facing the Allied Forces of Jing, Sheng, and Yue, the cavalry of the Beiting Army divided into several groups and launched a fierce attack on their own initiative.

Compared with the Beiyuan Tartars, who were loose in style and with uneven equipment levels, the Beiting cavalry had stricter discipline and more advanced equipment. Teams of horses galloped, followed the command, launched attacks from different directions, covered each other, and responded to each other.

"Beiting Bingfeng, invincible in the world!"

Looking at the swift and fierce cavalry charging ahead, the soldiers of the Northwest Three Kingdoms couldn't help showing fear on their faces.

"Whoever retreats will die!" Northwest dispatched a large number of supervisors, holding machetes, standing behind murderously, warning solemnly.

The Northwest soldier swallowed his saliva, and gripped his weapon with trembling hands.

"kill!"

The wind and sand in the desert are billowing, and the sky is full of arrows and rain, with iron cavalry criss-crossing, swords, guns and shadows dazzled.

The blood stains the yellow sand, and the flag falls in the setting sun.

This battle was fought in the dark, until the sun went down and the sky gradually darkened, and the outcome of the battle was not seen.

Although the Beiting army was at a disadvantage in numbers, its combat power was far superior to that of Beiyuan and the Three Northwest Kingdoms. It successfully tore through the encirclement of the Three Northwest Kingdoms, and 9 people fled away.

He paid the price of thousands of soldiers killed in battle, but he also killed tens of thousands of enemy troops, making the four countries terrified.

This ambush ended with the successful breakout of the Beiting army, and the plans of the Northwest Three Kingdoms and Beiyuan failed completely.

After the war, several venerables gathered together to discuss matters, and all of them had ugly faces.

Originally, if everything goes well, Zong Chenyuan will be seriously injured if he does not die, and at least half of the main force of the Beiting Army will remain.

The battle situation has been developing as expected, until finally, the appearance of that mysterious young man completely changed the ending...

"Damn it, what's the origin of that guy? I didn't see him among the four great lords of the Tang Kingdom."

Several people were frowning, Tang Guo was already terrifyingly strong, and now he has a tyrannical combat power, how can he deal with this?

"Everyone should just surrender." Yue Guo's Martial Saint complained.

Jingguo's Martial Sage was still there, not panicking at all, he waved his hand and said:
"What's the rush? The Beiting army has only retreated to Anxi, but it hasn't retreated to the mainland of Tang. This war is not over yet!"

"Although we have reduced our staff by two people, that old Zong Chenyuan is not seriously injured. It is still unknown who will win and who will lose."

The Martial Saint of Yue Kingdom was a little strange, and asked back:
"Bai Jian, this action seems to be initiated by you, and you are the most active. What are you thinking? You have been fighting Tang Guo to death, are you afraid of losing your life?"

(End of this chapter)