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"Commander, Song Sanhu is missing, what should we do about the gap?"

Yu Wenxing's frown relaxed slightly. Song Sanhu must have broken into the immortal master's battlefield.

Now that he has entered the Immortal Master's battlefield, no matter what kind of natural power he has or whether he is a martial arts master, he will die in it.

In this way, the situation on the battlefield may be reversed.

Even if the 10,000 people in the left and right guard camps were defeated, he would still have 10,000 soldiers and horses in his hands.

Moreover, Yu Wenxing had ambushed ten thousand people in Jiangyun Valley in the early stage. Wen Yue wanted to use three thousand soldiers and horses to penetrate the ten thousand people. When there was no immortal master level strength to take action, it was an army against an army. General, everyone is a collision of flesh and blood.

Ten thousand men were enough to devour the three thousand men and horses led by Wen Yue.

With the left and right guard camps abolished, we can only rely on the front army and the middle army to fight.

"What are the battle losses of the former army?" Yu Wenxing looked at the deputy general and asked.

The cavalry scouts who crossed the battlefield reported rough intelligence to the deputy general who was sorting out the information.

The Chinese army camp is set up at the high point of Jiangyun Valley, with a clear view of the situation.

"Commander, the number of casualties among the former troops stationed in Jiangyun Valley is at least 20%."

"The Chinese army camp has been pressed with eight thousand soldiers and horses, and now you only have two thousand guards around you."

Yu Wenxing pondered, he always felt insecure when there was no one around him.

At this time, the three tigers disappeared, and there was no strong general who could kill the enemy. With the combined attack from inside and outside, they could definitely swallow the men and horses brought by Wen Yue and the 4,000 men and horses who came for reinforcements.

"Go, send the order, and the three thousand soldiers and horses of the Chinese army will be withdrawn."

"Five thousand people press forward."

Since no one is blocking it, there is no need for so many manpower.

Jiangyun Valley does not have such a big place to display huge military power.

Nowadays, tens of thousands of people are blocking the narrow corridor in front of Jiangyun Valley. Let alone killing the enemy, it is a great luck not to be pushed and trampled to death by one of your own people.

Yuwen Xing also laid an ambush in the center of Jiangyun Valley.

Wen Yuedu had already been lured over, so there was no need for Ananbo to stay alive at the bottom of the valley. It was better to have the ambush soldiers kill him.

"Instruct the Qiansu Camp in the Valley to kill Song Hao."

After receiving Yuwen Xing's general order, the deputy general whistled urgently, and the eagle eagle hovering above his head landed on his shoulder.

Stuff the order letter into Arrowhawk's leg mailbox.

The Arrow Eagle fluttered its wings and flew directly through the clouds, swooping down and leaping over the heads of many soldiers.

The long cliff corridor is filled with soldiers intertwined from beginning to end.

The two colors of red and black have long been unable to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. They can only identify whether they are one of their own by looking at the cotton armor on their bodies.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, entangled and fighting.

The broken limbs were piled up into a wall.

The flesh and blood and internal organs were trampled into the snow and mixed into the mud.

The blood and cement were about to form a quagmire, and countless soldiers fell into it.

Arrow Eagle's sharp eyes searched for the banner of Qiansu Camp.

Phew!

Seeing the raised flag, the Arrow Eagle let out a long cry and landed on the general's shoulder.

This man was tall and tall, with a resolute face. He took out the general's order from the small tube on the Arrow Eagle's legs and glanced at it.

He turned to look into the depths of the Falling Cloud Valley behind him.

"Reorganize the army."

Accompanied by the loud voice of the Lord.

The sound of armor clashing sounded, and the thousands of soldiers who had been waiting for a long time clenched their weapons.

A faint cold air breathed out from the mouth, casting a layer of chill over the narrow Jiangyun Valley.

"Whoever kills Uncle Anan will be promoted to three levels in a row, and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and two hundred acres of land."

"kill!"

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

The well-armored battalion of thousands of people can't easily deal with the sick and disabled at the bottom of the valley.

After raising its arms, the Arrow Eagle flew away high and disappeared into the clouds.

The cold wind carried the smell of blood and poured into Jiangyun Valley.

At the bottom of the valley, there were mostly defeated soldiers. If it weren't for the fact that they were still wearing cotton armor, a large number of them would have frozen to death.

They were unable to collect the corpses of those frozen to death, so they could only bury them in snow.

Peel off the dead brother's cotton armor and wear it on your body to protect yourself from the cold.

There is nothing we can do about this, and those who are alive still need to continue living.

Tears cannot be shed because they will freeze.

An Nanbo looked solemn and braced himself.

Hearing the sounds of fighting outside the valley, he felt even more worried.

Yu Wenxing, an old fox, is very timid and will never fight an uncertain battle.

Now that this old fox appears on the battlefield, it means that he has made sufficient preparations.

Even if Wen Yue is the innate master and has three tigers to help him, there must be masters in the Northern Wei Dynasty who can deal with them.

What's more, in the fully prepared army, if thousands of arrows fire together, let alone an ordinary innate master, even an immortal master with low cultivation level will be nailed to death by the feather arrows.

An Nanbo looked around and saw that there were less than a hundred people around him.

"Uncle, there is a well-equipped army coming towards the bottom of the valley." The old guard hurriedly reported the information to Anan Bo.

The remaining soldiers beside him looked at An Nanbo: "Uncle, we will fight with them."

An Nanbo leaned on his spear and pulled out the long sword at his waist, his expression blank.

A thousand elites are enough to capture them alive. If they don't want to be humiliated, they should kill themselves in full dignity.

In fact, after knowing that the Wei army was going to encircle the site for reinforcements, Annanbo stopped sending soldiers to send the message back.

If Geng Lie intercepted the information, although this move would be disappointing, it would also save Erlang.

It's just that one's son is a son, so the son who follows him is not a son.

If there was a glimmer of hope, Anannbo would still want to take them back alive.

An Nanbo let out a long breath and looked at the soldiers beside him. Many of them were soldiers who had followed him since the rebellion in the south. Now their eyes were ignited with the desire for life.

How could Uncle Annan bear to cut off their vitality? He suddenly looked firm and said loudly: "Follow me and kill the general out."

"Kill out!"

Hundreds of soldiers rushed out from the bottom of the valley following Anan Bo.

Facing him were the black-armored Wei generals and thousands of soldiers.

The man looked resolute and clenched his spear tightly: "Uncle Annan, if you surrender to a certain family, I will spare your life."

The seriously injured Ananbo turned his spear and shouted: "If you want my head, you can try."

"Since you are so stubborn, Jiangyun Valley is the place where you, Song Hao, will die."

Strong bows and crossbows have been prepared.

"Fire arrows."

Hundreds of feather arrows whizzed through the air.

"Protect uncle!"

More than a hundred soldiers set up shields.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and most of the arrows were blocked by the thick wooden shield.

But there were still soldiers who were shot by arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

"Kill them."

When the black-armored Wei general saw that Yu Jian had lost most of his combat power, he immediately ordered a charge and took the lead, holding a spear and heading straight for Ananbo.

Although Anan Bo was injured, he was also a rare master, and his marksmanship was even more superb.

Moreover, he was at his peak, his energy and blood were not defeated, and even if he forced his energy and blood away, he could squeeze out another three points of combat power.

"Keng!"

The weapons clashed, as densely as a drum.

The black-armored Wei generals fought more and more fiercely, with momentum like a rainbow. Changge turned like a windmill, like a cracking wind blowing past Ananbo's face, leaving behind wounds.

"Song Hao, you died half a month ago."

"Did you know? The commander-in-chief has laid a dragnet, and your son-in-law and son rushed in to save you."

"If what I expected is correct, their corpses should have been hung on the banner by now." The black-armored Wei general was not only superb in combat, but he still used words to provoke An Nanbo during the battle, wanting to find flaw.

An Nanbo, who was already uneasy, couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this.

"If you die under a certain family's spear, you deserve to die."

"On the road to Huangquan, you three, let's go together." The black-armored Wei general found the right opportunity and launched his spear like a dragon out of the sea straight towards An Nanbo's heart.

At the critical moment.

A tall figure stood in front of Anannbo.

An Nanbo couldn't help but look up.