From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

On the banks of the Great Wall.

The tables have turned.

A group of cavalrymen galloped desperately, everyone looked terrified, occasionally looking at the unyielding young man, with fear as if they were snakes and scorpions.

The other four riders had already run off to clean up the battlefield at some point, and the Northern Mang centurion dared not say anything despite his anger.

The two sides exchanged fire, and each time their side would lose four men, and even more if they were unlucky.

Jiang Yuan rode his horse in pursuit, but his horse was hit by two arrows on the side. It was only the last bit of its energy left, and it would probably fall down in a few minutes. The Beimang cavalry's horse archery skills were not weak.

After running for more than a mile, the centurion's eyes were wild and he kept muttering. When he saw the river ahead turned aside, his face finally turned ecstatic. He thought that he had not lived in this land for more than twenty years in vain.

Because there is no way to retreat, the crushed morale turns into madness. Faced with despair, the only way to come back to life is to fight to the death.

More than sixty riders suddenly mustered up a burst of courage.

The roars gathered and the momentum reached its peak.

The horses' hooves roared like thunder, and everyone held their spears horizontally.

When facing the battlefield, one only needs three arrows.

Jiang Yuan drew his bow and shot arrows three times, killing twelve people in a row, but it was like a raging fire, and the Beimang cavalrymen were all as ferocious as evil spirits.

Both quivers were empty, with only black iron arrows left. The precious carved bow was returned to the horse's back, and the cavalry spear was also held horizontally.

The two sides confronted each other, neither of them willing to give way.

When the opportunity to engage the enemy came, the centurion leaped from his horse's back and chopped down with the knife in both hands, as if he was splitting a mountain.

The accompanying soldiers threw away their spears, then lowered their bodies, intending to charge directly into the enemy.

Jiang Yuan swept the spear in a circle, and five flying spears swept to one side with extraordinary force, piercing the abdomen and killing two people. Three horses hit the ground with their heads, and the cavalrymen fell to the ground.

After a sweep, the momentum was accumulated, the spear slipped out of his hand, and was grasped by the butt, then swung out fiercely from bottom to top.

His arms swung like a giant python's tail, and his energy poured out like a torrent.

The centurion who fell from the sky seemed to have hit a mountain. His long sword cut off the ordinary thing, but he was also forcibly blown up, and blood mist and broken flesh fell like rain.

The horses of the personal soldiers came straight forward, and the horses of both sides collided head to head, and the sound of bones breaking made people feel numb all over.

Jiang Yuan leaped back, and the other four riders charged at him. In addition, more lances were stretched out, each of which had a huge impact force bestowed by the horse to the peak, no less than a fist of a skilled warrior, enough to break monuments and split rocks, and kill any existence below the second rank.

In an instant, in the eyes of everyone, a pair of suns and moons rose on the enemy's shoulders.

The sun inside exploded and turned into a fist, blasting forward with great force.

The full moon shattered and scattered in all directions, revealing its sharpness.

After two punches, the four riders in front were forced to stop their charge and fell to the ground.

The horses' legs were broken all around, and dozens of people fell to the ground.

There were only thirty or so riders left who charged forward, and when their strength was waning, four hopeless riders lined up in front.

Immediately, some people ignored the queue and fled to both sides, but someone had already picked up the brand new quiver and precious carved bow.

After the three were shot dead, the adjutant and the centurion's personal soldiers committed suicide, leaving only twenty riders to surrender.

Jiang Yuan grabbed a warhorse and concentrated his Sun and Moon Fist energy again.

"Clean the battlefield."

"Understood, sir." Li Huoli clasped his fists and accepted the order.

Ning Shijian felt a little ashamed. He was just a burden at best.

Old Jizhou was all smiles, it seemed that he might be destined to be a military leader for the rest of his life.

The one-eyed man said nothing. His eyes were red as he approached the Northern Mang captive. He resisted the urge to draw his sword because he was being watched by such cold eyes. He did not dare to vent his anger privately.

Half an hour passed and the stay time limit had been reached.

Apart from the captives, only forty horses were collected, the others had already run away. There were also a large number of lances, swords, and horse harnesses, as well as thirteen sets of iron armor that were still usable.

Jiang Yuan rode his horse to the only remaining centurion.

"name."

"Liudun Mountain." The centurion answered with his head down. His ancestors were the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Kill those you think you can't take away, and the rest are yours."

The centurion shook his head pleadingly. He still had his parents in the north, and if he went to the south, his family would be living a life worse than death.

Jiang Yuan cut off the guy's head with one knife.

There was a commotion among the prisoners, and a burly man decisively drew his sword and hacked his comrade next to him to death.

Li Huoli and others showed disdain and disgust when they saw this.

The two captives tried to fight back, but two arrows flew and pierced their foreheads.

Jiang Yuan rode his horse forward, and the man gave a flattering smile regardless of the murderous looks from his comrades.

"name."

"Zhe Qiu Ke."

"We killed a dozen people."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The man nodded quickly. This gentleman should be in the starting stage and wanted to use him as an outsider to recruit cannon fodder for Beimang in the future. If he wanted to be valued, these Beimang comrades who were eager to eat him alive had to stay by his side all the time, so that the other party could feel at ease.

A few minutes later, fifteen riders headed south, carrying a large amount of ordnance and fifty war horses.

Jiang Yuan stayed where he was. The mountain of headless corpses in front of him turned into ashes and dissipated. The remaining vitality poured into his body. Because the heads were needed to record military merits, the effect of the saint's stealing was slightly reduced this time. He refined seventy-three of his own natal acupoints, bringing the total to two hundred and four. At the same time, the blood of the battlefield where he had killed dozens of people with his own hands was injected into the bonfire. The red light seeped into his body surface, strengthening his physique in all directions.

"The power of the Five Tigers."

According to the crude meaning of martial arts, five oxen make one tiger, five tigers make one elephant, and five elephants make one dragon.

The normal explosive power of a seventh-grade warrior is two and a half Newtons.

The ox, tiger, elephant and dragon can basically be seen as a 55 system, from which the so-called "nine oxen and two tigers" and "the power of dragon and elephant" are derived.

Just as someone was calculating whether he could kill a junior master with a single slap, a crow circled down from the sky.

"The sticky men of the Northern Wild Spider Web are already a hundred miles away, and there is also a cavalry unit of a thousand men."

"How come you're here so quickly?" Jiang Yuan frowned slightly. He should have had enough time to go to the north.

"It just so happens that we are caught up in the national war that happens every two or three years. The scope involved is only on the border, the western line of Beiliang and the eastern line of Liangliao, plus the central line where we make up the number. The total number of troops deployed by both sides will not exceed 150,000."

Pei Lu's voice came from the crow's mouth.

Jiang Yuan retreated on horseback, and he had no intention of charging the army alone for the time being.

According to Pei Lu's detailed intelligence, after the Spring and Autumn Period, in the past twenty years, Beimang and Liyang have had a total of five border battles that could have turned into a real national war at any time.

The first time, Li Yang took advantage of the trend of unification and conquered half of Beimang's territory. Finally, the emperor ordered a withdrawal.

The second time, the victory was so great that even the Beimang Orange Island, which was facing the central battlefield, was devastated.

In the third game, Li Yang had the upper hand in the early stages, but the situation reversed in the later stages.

The fourth time, the front line between the two Liao dynasties almost collapsed. Shortly after that, Zhang Julu became the prime minister and began to strengthen border defense.

For the fifth time, the Han family, which was in charge of the military and political affairs of Jizhou, was nearly uprooted. The main branch withered, and the originally independent branch turned against the Han family and took the opportunity to seize power, moving closer to the center and occupying a position as a vice minister. However, the candidate for the final governor of Jizhou fell into the hands of others, and the veteran general Yang Shenxing of the Spring and Autumn Period came to power.

As for the sixth time, Jiang Yuan knew that he would be defeated even more miserably than the fifth. To be precise, the balance between the enemy and us had tilted since the third time, and each subsequent defeat was worse than the previous one.

(End of this chapter)