In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

It was precisely because Li Yuanyang had 30,000 soldiers and horses that the troops in the rear could not hear his voice. I wonder who was making the noise in the rear:

"General Kedar is dead, General Kedar is dead, General Kedar is dead!"

Instantly, the Qingque army heard that Kedar was dead, and the morale of the army was low. The rear was in chaos, and people whispered:

One person asked, "Kedar is dead, even he is dead?"

The man said: "This Flame Killing Army is indeed as powerful as the rumors say. One can defeat a hundred with one. One is the power of the mind."

A gentle-looking man said, "Yes, our king has been in Chang'an for many years. I wonder if he will fight again? I heard that he once knelt in front of Yu He?"

A warrior said with an unhappy look: "Yes, on the day of the sacrifice, the news spread throughout the grassland. Our old king was so brave, why is the new king like this?"

Shaking his head: "Ah..."

A group of people rushed out from nowhere, led by an old man with a white beard and a kind face. The followers beside him smiled and said:

"My lord, the princess is fighting the King of Xi in the front, and we are in the rear."

Yelu Chang stroked his beard. This was a golden opportunity. He was like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. His wrinkled eyelids flickered, and the ambition in his eyes turned into a sharp blade, stabbing at his compatriots, sneering:

"The warriors of the Aqian tribe surrendered and joined my tribe. I was able to seize the throne without any effort, all thanks to Sun Xiang's advice."

He gave the order: "Charge!"

Yelu Chang led two thousand men to fight with Li Yuanyang's rear warriors. Before the rear warriors of the Qingque tribe went to the front battlefield, they were ambushed and surrounded by the rear. Looking at each other, they were all familiar faces.

They had participated in wrestling and horse racing matches together, visited his home, and held their children.

Now, they are killing each other, and the blood is mixed with helpless and bitter tears!

Wars, except when they are done to enforce justice, are often started by those in power who are blinded by greed and have evil ambitions.

So hateful and pathetic!

From a distance, Li Huaijin saw Yelu Chang attacking the rear of Xique. He gestured to the left and a horn sounded.

When Xue Xiang heard the horn, he led the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry straight into the enemy camp. The leader of the Iron Cavalry was named Zhao Ji. He immediately led several hundred men and followed the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

According to the hand gestures of Xue Xiang and Zhao Ji, thousands of people were divided into groups of ten. Some formed a circle with their backs to the Qingque army, some formed two rows to fight the warriors, some attacked with Mo Dao, and some continuously shot bows and arrows into the Qingque army.

The Qingque army was instantly disrupted by the strange formations of the Shiyan Army. Their square and circular formations were thrown into chaos, and Li Yuanyang had no time to organize a dispersed formation.

Whenever the Qingque army wanted to form a formation, Xue Xiang and Zhao Ji could accurately disrupt them and prevent them from forming a formation!

Someone came to report: "King, Yelu Chang led several thousand warriors to attack our rear."

Li Yuanyang was furious: "This old man can't wait to die."

No one knew who he was. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a helmet. He looked like a small soldier, but he was not afraid of life or death. He rode his horse and whipped it, galloping across the grassland. Armies from all sides heard his deep and earth-shaking voice:

"The rear of Xique is surrounded. King Xi is dead. King Xi is dead. King Xi is dead."

Some of the brave warriors of the Sobbing Bird Tribe were shocked when they heard this. How could they be killed so quickly? Didn’t the other side have only 5,000 troops?

They were half-believing and half-doubting, and some of them had second thoughts about Li Yuanyang. The warriors who refused to surrender loosened their grip on the swords. Only the front was charging forward, while the army in the middle was in chaos.

At this moment, a young man not far away drew his longbow and aimed at the person who spread rumors in the Flame-killing Army. The arrow pierced through his head.

Li Yuanyang was so angry that his teeth ached and his fingers trembled. He didn't expect Li Huaijin to use such despicable means. Rumor has it that he was killed in the battle. He looked over there and saw Xiao Yan, dragging his sick body, shooting the Flame Killer.

Li Yuanyang's eyes were bitter, and he just hoped that he would go back quickly and not get hurt.

While he was distracted, a man wearing a white mask rushed towards the Qingque Banner, and dozens of warriors were guarding around the banner.

Li Huaijin said in a low voice: "Madam, be careful."

Mu Jinan choked up and said, "Huaijin, be careful."

She rode towards the east.

As Li Huaijin gestured with his four fingers upward, four earth-shaking sounds were heard, and the drum beats were like thunder, reaching the ears of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry and Iron Cavalry of the Killing Flame Army, and they fought with all their might.

Tiger and Leopard Cavalry commander Xue Xiang gave commands with hand gestures, and a group of soldiers continued to fight with the Qingque army. He led the rest of the soldiers to meet up with the Iron Cavalry and Zhao Ji, and a hundred people rushed towards the big banner.

The warriors of the Qingque Banner Guarding Camp are all nine feet tall and weigh more than two hundred kilograms. They stare at the Flame-killing Army attacking from all directions with eyes as sharp as eagles. They hold large swords with extremely sharp blades.

Dozens of bright lights flashed brightly in the weak sunlight, as if the Eternal Heaven was blessing the people of this land.

Li Yuanyang looked at the people protected by the Shiyan Army. There was only Li Huaijin, but no Mu Jinan. Did she escape? He was in a panic and led the Qingque Army to rush forward and rushed towards Li Huaijin.

As Li Huaijin made a fist gesture, the horn sounded three times!

The Killing Flame Army retreated a hundred meters to the left and right, leaving a thousand men behind. Li Yuanyang curled his lips and smiled:

"You are my allies here and there, so why do you think you have some unique and wonderful military tactics?"

In the forward direction, the Shiyan Army and the Qique Army were engaged in a melee, with the sounds of breaking swords and fighting continuing. The great banner had already followed King Li Yuanyang into the hinterland.

As Li Huaijin gestured downward with his right hand holding the Sky Sword, the drum was struck twice!

The Shiyan Army, which had just retreated to the east and west sides, surrounded the Qingque Army including Li Yuanyang from the outside at lightning speed.

There came a young man's fierce and intimidating voice: "Capture the flag!"

When the Killing Flame Army heard Li Huaijin's voice, their morale was united. Tiger and Leopard Cavalry Xue Xiang and Iron Cavalry Zhao Ji exchanged gestures, and the most powerful soldiers hidden in the Killing Flame Army immediately stepped forward.

Each man targeted a warrior and fought against each other. The warriors were indeed powerful. Several soldiers of the Flame Killing Army were knocked dozens of meters away by one punch, and some even had their necks broken.

Xue Xiang, Zhao Ji, and their masked afterimages rushed straight towards the warrior holding the flagpole, with dozens of warriors surrounding him in front and behind.

Suddenly, the Weeping Sparrow warrior's knees went numb and the corners of his lips turned black. He held the banner tightly and shouted:

"Change the banner bearer!"

He was poisoned, and the warrior who replaced him stood tall and straight, and one could clearly see him gripping the flagpole tightly with all his ten fingers.

Li Yuanyang gave an order: "Cut down their banners!"

Dozens of warriors rushed towards the "Xi" flag, and the two sides began to fight for the flag.

The soldiers of the Killing Flame Army holding large banners were always victorious. They tied the banners to themselves and held two Mo Dao in their hands. The Qingque warriors had never seen such powerful men.

The big banner weighs dozens of kilograms, and the two Mo Dao weigh thirty kilograms. He is like holding a "cloud" because he has to protect the big banner, quell the rebellion, and find his sister back. He will not regret it, even if he lives or dies!

No matter how those warriors wanted to rush towards him, the Killing Flame Army was short of manpower, and the number of people in the Banner Guarding Battalion was not as many as the number of people in the Banner Guarding Battalion. The Mo Dao in his hand was like a three-pointed, two-bladed halberd, and he was extremely skilled in it.

He was stabbed in the knee, but he still did not retreat. His face showed a fearless expression, and blood flowed down his black clothes. He placed all his hopes on suppressing the rebellion because he believed in King Liang and he could not take back his words.