The World’s Strongest Legion System

It didn't take long for Yan Guanglie to wake up under the banner of the military commander of the Yan Clan, and the Yan Clan generals waiting nearby hurriedly surrounded him one by one.

"My lord, you are awake, my lord!"

"My lord, please also mourn, people can't come back to life after death, let's avenge Lord Guangyao!"

"My lord, although our cavalry is gone, we still have infantry. The infantry we brought this time is all the elite of the clan!"

"Yes, our infantry has completely crushed the enemy, and it has almost reached the king's flag!"

"What's the situation now, help me up!" Yan Guanglie paled and stretched out his arms, and was supported by the two Yan tribe generals behind him.

I tried to open my eyes wide and looked towards the battlefield ahead, a pair of eyes shrank sharply,

The scene before him made his face paler.

One hundred thousand Yan Clan infantry had already smashed below the high ground where the Langya Army King Banner was. If it were before, he would be as satisfied as the other generals, feeling that the Langya Army was about to be defeated.

But now, he didn't dare to underestimate the Langya Army. The Langya Army's cavalry had 10,000 cavalry battle formations, and the previous two infantry battalions had more than one-third of the infantry battle formations.

As the main force in Langya, there are 150,000 infantry battle formations of less than 20,000?

Can he believe it?

Dare he believe it?

"Retreat, retreat, Mingjin retreat!" Yan Guanglie shook his lips and shouted.

Taking a closer look, the Langya Army also has a golden phantom phalanx of more than 10,000 people, surrounded by Yan Clan infantry.

It seems to be crumbling, the phantom of the fire giant on the side is almost disappearing, but it is always strong.

Especially the cavalry on the two wings of the Langya Army had assembled a team, lined up in a neat formation, ready to go.

For a while, Yan Guanglie's hands and feet were cold, and there was a sign of fainting again.

"My lord, you can't withdraw, we only need to win the Langya Army's king flag, and we will win!"

"We have reached the enemy's king flag, how can we withdraw?"

"Our Yan tribe army has not been defeated in the past ten years!"

The Yan Clan generals surrounding them heard that they were about to retreat, and when they saw that the victory that was about to be obtained was lost, they all yelled that no one was going to execute the order to retreat.

"Shut up, retreat right away, and the disobedience will be cut!" Yan Guanglie's fingers trembled, and pointed at several generals in front of him and cursed: "Are you all pigs?

Open your eyes and take a look.

Can Langya Wangqi have any panic retreat. The cavalry on both wings has been assembled and can outflank our army's back at any time. Are your eyes blind? "

"My lord, we have sent a message to the sand camp, so that they can rush to support immediately and attack the enemy back and forth!

It's only thirty miles away. At this time, I think it's almost here! "

"My lord, don't worry, the cavalry of the Langya Army dare not move. Li Wenhao is seeking his own way this time, he is dead!"

However, the few trusted generals on the side still don't want to withdraw their troops, and the second brother Yan Guangzu also said: "Brother, we have suffered a heavy loss this time, and none of the five thousand dragon beast cavalry has been spared.

If you go back after defeating the battle, you can't explain to your majesty and the patriarch? "

"Yeah, even if the Langya Army cavalry moves, as long as we can persist until the Sand Army arrives, we will be victorious!" Another trusted general led inwardly.

"The Sand Clan Army?" Yan Guanglie hesitated, especially after hearing the words of his second brother Yan Guangzu, he decided to wait and see.

In the current situation, as long as the sand army can arrive in time, the victory will naturally be guaranteed.

The sand people, who have not been seen in the eyes, have now become life-saving straws.

Everyone wanted to face, and after a few simple words, no more words.

"Uncle, I heard that the commander-in-chief of the sand army this time is Guimu Tengchuan and Beimu Qingfu!"

When everyone stopped arguing, Yan Xiao walked to Yan Guanglie's side and said in a low voice.

Good guy, this sentence is not loud, but the movement is not small.

The generals' expressions changed, they were as uncomfortable as eating flies, and they all looked at Yan Guanglie.

The family of Guimu Tengchuan was killed by the Yanguang family.

Speaking of which, the two families are still in-laws. Yan Guanglie's eldest daughter and Guimu Tengchuan's eldest son are exactly the pair of fateful mandarin ducks.

The only difference is that Guimu Tengchuan's son is dead, and Yan Guanglie's daughter is still alive.

"Huh, it's really a narrow road!" Yan Guanglie snorted heavily, without much worry on his face, and said with disdain: "What about Guimu Tengchuan?

He wanted to save the boy's life, so he didn't dare not send troops.

Besides, isn’t there still a Bermuzier? "

"Big brother is really right!" Yan Guangzu, the second child, followed loudly: "To spare them not to die back then has already given the Sha people great face."

"Yes, the Sand Clan is just the end of the eight great royal clans, and their regents dare not say anything to us, let alone a ghost tree Tengchuan!"

"Hey, this may be an opportunity. When the sand people come, we can say that they are late for rescue. Using this as an excuse, they grabbed their coal hill."

"Creative plan, in this way, to get a super mysterious iron ore, after returning, not only is it not guilty, it is a great contribution."

"Haha!"

The members of the Yan Clan were happy, and the more they talked, the happier they were, and even Yan Guanglie rubbed his chin and smiled.

For judgments on the battlefield, it seems that they have become optimistic.

At the same time, the Sand Clan Camp, Guimu Tengchuan, and Beimu Qingfu outside the city of Donghuai County, holding secret letters from the Yan Clan Army, looked different.

"Ghost Wood, let's not send troops, it is not a trivial matter to be investigated by the Yan people afterwards!" Baimu Qingfu's expression was tense, his eyes were erratic, and it seemed that he was a little uncertain to pay attention.

On the contrary, the old **** Guimu Tengchuan was there, holding a cup of tea in his hand, slowly savoring: "What are you afraid of, if you are really responsible, you can push it all on me, I will take it!"

"You, are you really afraid?" Bermu youth was dumbfounded, somewhat speechless.

Although he is not very familiar with Guimu Tengchuan, but Guimu Tengchuan in front of him is too calm, right?

The Yan people are one of the three strongest tribes of the eight kings, and once they are investigated, the regent can't keep them.

"Report!" At this moment, a sentry ran in: "The latest news from the front line, the entire Yan Clan cavalry was wiped out, and the seventh-tier strong Yan Guangyao died in battle."

"What, the 100,000 cavalrymen of the Yan Clan have all been wiped out, and Yan Guangyao has died!" Before the sentry could finish speaking, Bai Mu Qingfu stood up with a "heap".

His eyes were full of incredible, and he said anxiously: "Didn't you also bring five thousand earth dragon beast knights? How could it be so miserable?"

"Okay, as expected of Li Wenhao, kill well!" Guimu Tengchuan also got up, he is different from Guimu Tengchuan, but with joy on his face, tears faintly gleaming in his eyes.

"Cong'er, my wife, Doudou, I am ashamed of you, woo!"

Years of depressed pain overflowed at this moment, and Guimu Tengchuan began to cry without image.