Above the Changyuan, everything was silent. The soldiers of the two armies were waiting in strict formation, their eyes focused on the two figures in the center of the battle formation.
Neither Yun Xi nor Ran Min spoke first, but the two of them clapped their horses in perfect agreement. Two waves of aura shot up into the sky from their bodies, facing each other from afar.
The two of them seemed to be brewing. Yu Shang looked at the two of them blankly with a dignified look on her face.
"The ultimate showdown!"
"General Yu, has Marquis Yun fought against this person?"
"Um!"
Yu Shang sighed sadly. He was one of the spectators in that battle. Now, two years later, these two top generals meet again. Is it fate or reincarnation?
"Marquis Yun is the second most famous general in the world. Apart from Marquis Shenwu, he is invincible in the world. General Yu is overestimating his abilities."
"Shut up!"
Hearing the discussion of a soldier at the rear, the general in front quickly turned around and scolded him, saying in a low voice: "Two years ago, Marquis Yun was defeated by this man."
"What!"
"Is the fight about to begin?"
Everyone showed a look of expectation, but Yu Shang was extremely anxious. Now that they had the advantage in numbers, if Yun Shuai chose to fight Ran Min at this time, it would be better if he won, but if he lost...
"boom!"
The auras of both of them seemed to have reached their peak in an instant, and there was a hint of surprise in Ran Min's eyes.
Back then, it was through his battle with Yun Xi that he reached a higher level of cultivation.
Unexpectedly, after two years, Yunxi can still compete with him. It seems that this guy has not been idle in the past two years!
The two of them looked at each other, with a sense of carelessness and even sympathy in their eyes.
"Hahaha!"
"How about we go back to camp and fight?"
"Can!"
"Back then, you were defeated by me. Today, the begging army under my command will also use the Red Flame Guard and the Black Flame Guard as stepping stones."
"Reverse!" Yun Xi shook his head calmly and said calmly: "It is precisely because I was defeated by you back then. Today, fate allows us to meet again, to beg for the blood of the living army and revive I am the Marquis of Changqing!"
"Uh, don't fight anymore?"
"Why do I feel like these two are reciting poetry?"
There were still whispers of discussion below. Ran Min rode back to the camp, looked at the general behind him, and whispered: "Begging Army, charge!"
"Red Flame Guards, charge from the left wing!"
"Hei Yanwei, charge from the right wing!"
"Kill!"
Yu Shang shouted low, raised his spear in his hand, charged directly in front of the battle formation, and led his soldiers to kill the begging camp.
Both armies were infantry, and Dayan's number was twice that of Dayu's, but the soldiers of the Begging Army showed no fear.
"kill!"
As the two armies connected, loud shouts of killing instantly rang out from Changyuan. The 50,000 beggar troops all wore red cloaks and held various weapons, fearlessly heading towards the front to kill.
Ran Min looked at the shouts of killing that gradually sounded in front of him, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to that turbulent era.
The sky was dark, the sky was dark, the sun was covered by clouds, and the black cavalry came like a tide. The foreign knights holding scimitars laughed ferociously and wantonly slashed and killed the Han people who they regarded as "two-legged cattle and sheep".
The Central Plains fell under the ruthless iron hoof. The carnival of the killers was like a feast. The innocent people were like numb walking corpses, falling into pools of blood everywhere.
The entire land of China seemed to be completely covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, and no light could be seen.
The old and the weak, women and children, and even millions of neutron citizens watched helplessly as those iron cavalry wreaked havoc, but were unable to do anything...
What is a beggar army?
regular army?
No!
They are just a group of rebels with mud-legged backgrounds. They have no official background and no support from wealthy families. They are just a group of poor people struggling to survive in troubled times.
To put it more bluntly, they are just a group of refugees who can't even fill their stomachs and are eager to survive in this troubled world.
What will be the consequences if the mud-legged person is pushed into a hurry?
They will be more ferocious than beasts, more tenacious than warriors, and the most terrifying thing is, they are not afraid of death!
They gather together just to survive. What kind of power can stop a group of lunatics who just want to 'survive'?
Gradually, Ran Min's eyes became moist, and two lines of hot tears fell from his cheeks. He did not dare to close his eyes, and he did not even blink for a long time, because as soon as he closed his eyes, the dark and dark world would appear. Turbulent scene.
The soldiers of the beggar army in front are still charging and killing, even though they know that this time the enemy is several times or even dozens of times stronger than before, but they have a reason why they cannot be defeated.
Because they want to survive!
"Baby, are you playing with a knife for grandpa?"
"That's not how knives work!"
An old soldier of the Beggar Army showed a smile that was more ferocious than a ferocious beast. The long knife in his hand suddenly lifted up, knocking a Red Flame Guard soldier in front of him to the ground, and slashed out with another slash.
His ruthlessness, ferocity, and wildness were completely unleashed on the battlefield and displayed vividly.
"Die!"
A Heiyan guard held a spear tightly and stabbed a beggar soldier in front of him directly. The spear penetrated his chest, but his face gradually changed from stunned to frightened. Blood flowed from the beggar soldier's body along the spear. The flow from his chest to his hands.
You could even feel a bit of warmth, but the soldiers of the beggar army not only showed no fear at all, but instead had a ferocious smile on their faces, holding the barrel of the gun in one hand, and suddenly slashed down the sword in their hand.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and the wooden gun shaft broke. The beggar army actually still had the strength to resist. He swung his long knife suddenly and a human head rolled down.
"Jiejie, little bastard, what's going on?"
"If you don't risk your life on the battlefield, are you going to be reincarnated and play in the mud soon?"
"You little brat, the more afraid you are, the faster you will die!"
Yun Xi, like Ran Min, stood quietly at the rear of the battlefield, calmly looking at the battle ahead.
A stick of incense has passed, and it stands to reason that the Red Flame Guard and the Black Flame Guard should have a faint tendency to outflank them at this time.
But on the battlefield, the two guards attacked from a flank, and instead of outflanking the beggar army, the beggar army forcibly tore a hole in the front and began to charge in reverse towards the two wings.
Gradually, Yun Xi's expression became restless. For some reason, it was clear that the Black Flame Guards and the Red Flame Guards had the upper hand in numbers, and their personal qualities were not weak at all, but under the charge of the soldiers from the beggar camp, there was a hint of confusion. The appearance of defeat.
"madman!"
"These people are all lunatics, they are really not afraid of death!!!"
"Damn it!"
An old soldier of the Chiyan Guards looked at the beggar soldier in front of him who was about to slash at him regardless of the spear he thrust out. There was a hint of fear on his face, and he subconsciously retracted his spear to resist the slashing knife.
But between this and then, the smile on the beggar soldier's face became more and more ferocious, because he knew that this time, he had made the right bet again!
The soldiers of the Beggar Army all know that on the battlefield, if you bet correctly, you can survive.
A flash of cold light flashed, and the broadsword took the head of the old soldier of Chiyan Guard...
