In the scorching afternoon sun, dozens of mounted Khitan soldiers formed a square formation on the other side of the mountain.
The formation is in a hook shape, like a sickle ready to go.
Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan were tied for the first place as formation eyes. A halberd and a spear were raised high in the air, and two red tassels were swaying gently.
Dozens of pairs of Khitan soldiers watched Hongying's murderous intent gradually emerge, while the two "formation eyes" holding halberds and spears stared at the scattered Qingguo soldiers a hundred feet away on the other side.
To be precise, he was staring at the young Captain Zhao, because he had killed Gu Lan, the fourth largest protector of Tubo in Shu, and then defeated Tubo's Muni Imperial Master, and then showed great success in the Wulu Temple. That sword The old woman from Nanzhao who photographed the great master of the Puppet Realm was even more shocked. Recently, she heard that he had returned from the East China Sea.
These few things alone have made him famous in Tubo Khitan.
Surprisingly, the Khitan soldiers were not in a hurry to take action after forming their formation.
Zhao Zhengli and others on the other side of the mountain tensed up. When it came to formation, they were not as skilled as the Khitan soldiers. The morale of the team formed at odd hours was also greatly lacking, and the morale of the soldiers was unstable.
The two groups of soldiers, a hundred meters apart behind them, were supported by old soldiers in front of them, so there was not much sense of urgency.
The remnants of the old soldiers were naturally frightened when facing dozens of Khitan soldiers with a murderous attitude, but the young captain who looked at the front felt inexplicably relieved.
In the distance, two spikes of red tassels in the "sickle" formation pointed straight ahead. The Khitan cavalry formation quickly swooped down into the valley between the two mountains and rushed toward the Qing soldiers on the other side of the mountain.
The horses' hooves were extremely fast, and their screams resounded throughout the two mountains. The murderous aura of the Khitan cavalry was visibly solidified with the naked eye. A shadow-like black sickle was suspended above the formation, making a "clang" sound that resembled metal.
Two people from the Qingguo direction, including Zhao Zhengli and Biyu, were shocked when they saw the menacing Khitan soldiers.
Although I expected it, I didn't expect that the other party would be so fast and violent, and there would be no sloppiness at all.
"Prepare for war!"
Zhao Zhengli immediately gathered the remaining 15 cavalry and veteran soldiers, and sent a signal to the two groups of soldiers in the rear who were watching the excitement.
However, seeing the situation, the two teams of elite soldiers retreated, almost escaping at a very fast speed.
Zhao Zhengli had a sullen smile on his face. He escaped from the battlefield and ran away so easily. This must have been planned by someone to isolate them and kill them with a borrowed knife.
Zhao Zhengli felt a fire in his heart.
When the fifteen remnants of the old soldiers saw the backup team running away, they were in a dilemma for a moment, and the momentum they had managed to build up suddenly collapsed.
"bass!"
I heard Zhao Zhengli pull out the dark butterfly scimitar from the horseback, he raised it high and shouted: "Brothers, old and young, I, Zhao Zhengli, led all of you who have been on the battlefield for the first time when I took office. It is true that I am not talented. You are all heroes who have shed blood and lost flesh. There is a huge disparity between the enemy and us today. It may be a conspiracy or a coincidence. No matter what, if any of you escape, I will let it go as long as I live. If you die, please give me a stick of incense next year. If there is anyone who fights against the enemy with me, we will fight until death. Just rest."
The old and young soldiers of the Fifteen Cavalry hesitated for a short time, and the old soldier who often talked loudly with Zhao Zhengli was the first to express his position: "Brothers Paoze, from the beginning of forming this team, we have no way to return. Even if we go back alive, we will only become a burden and a broken limb. What if you break your arm? It’s still fun to kill the enemy with one hand!”
Then he also drew his sword and shouted in an old voice: "Old soldier Xu Er will follow Captain Zhao to fight against the enemy until death!"
The rest of the group thought briefly for a moment.
"Zhang San is also willing to follow."
"Wang Qi avenged his brother and fought against the Khitans until death!!"
"The final general is willing to follow Governor Zhao!"
…
One call is answered, one word is communicated.
In fact, more than ten people have already understood that there is no way back this time. If the two teams behind are completely "evacuated", there will be some excuses, but the young captain, the old soldier and others will stay here until they die. If anyone returns to the camp completely, they will He would be executed as a deserter, which would not only bring trouble to himself, but also bring trouble to his family. It would be better to die on the charge, and his family would still be able to get some money for martyrdom.
By then, the Khitan soldiers were tens of feet away and had crossed the deepest valleys of the two mountains. Their formation formed an uphill trend and charged towards Zhao Zhengli and others.
More than a dozen soldiers of the Qing Kingdom looked down at dozens of Khitan soldiers and horses, and the black scythes condensed with morale were shining with black light.
The Qing Kingdom was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and had an advantage in terms of terrain. In addition, with the words just spoken, the morale of the fifteen remnant soldiers was gradually increasing. A looming gray sword hung in the sky, showing solemn majesty in the illusory and ethereal atmosphere.
It was the sword of morale that carved the souls of the soldiers. If the body was disabled, the sword of morale would be disabled, but the killing intent remained.
"kill!"
Zhao Zhengli frowned, bearing the brunt of the attack.
Biyu followed closely behind, her long skirt fluttering on her horseback. She drew out the thin sword from her waist, dancing in the air like a silver snake surrounding her waist.
The middle-level strength of the two masters was revealed without reservation at this moment.
The dozen or so remnant soldiers suddenly felt the terrifying pressure, but these two pressures were inexplicably gentle, and there was no urge to kneel down to worship.
"Oh my God, Lord Captain and Miss Bi are Taoist immortals!" The old soldier who was the closest followed was immediately shocked.
In fact, there was no need for him to say anything, because the two of them had already taken action, swooping down on their horses, their swords filled with rainbow energy, and slashing directly at the sickle below that was condensed with Khitan morale.
"Qiang!"
At the critical moment, two rays of transformed zhenqi rushed out from the ink-black sickle. One was a halberd and the other was a spear, which blocked the Changhong Sword Qi of the two men.
The people who took action were Yeluhe, one of the two prides of the Khitan, and Dahe Luohan, one of the three commanders.
Zhao Zhengli snorted coldly, pressed down with one palm, and used "One Thought to Touch the Top".
Yeluhe was shocked and raised his halberd above his head for no reason.
The next moment, a giant hand appeared out of thin air on a clear and sunny day. It was photographed at a very fast speed, with a loud bang, the scythe with condensed morale shattered, and the soldiers and horses fell to the ground neighing.
Yeluhe and Daheluohan swayed on their horses and almost fell off their horses.
The two of them looked at the young man uphill with slight surprise. The silent appearance of his palm made the two of them unable to guard against it. Without the scythe condensed by morale and the instinctive reaction of the two of them, the consequences would have been shuddering.
At the same time, he secretly regretted not handing out the morale sickle at the first time. However, the transformed morale gathered by dozens of people in a short period of time would hardly harm a master. It was necessary to continuously absorb morale and strengthen the power of transformation in order to achieve the peak blow.
Apparently it all fell apart.
However, while the opponent was shocked, Zhao Zhengli had already taken the Ziyang Sword from a distance and slashed out the Zimang sword with the power to sweep through thousands of troops.
At the same time, the gray translucent long sword condensed by the remnant soldier took shape, and followed Zi Mang in the air and slashed down, and Biyu immediately followed up with the sword.
"Swish swish!"
"Boom!"
Three consecutive slashes fell. The sword light swooped down to the ground, and the rocks rolled.
Dozens of Khitan soldiers hurriedly attacked. Yeluhe danced his halberd and rotated around him at an extremely fast speed. A black dragon suddenly appeared and roared to the sky. This was the magical skill performed by Yeluhe.
"Bang!"
The sword Zi Mang collided with the black dragon, and the true energy exploded into the air. The air waves expanded in all directions, rolling up dust. The black dragon and Zi Mang turned into spots of starlight that filled the hillside.
"Crack!"
The translucent gray long sword and jasper sword that followed behind Zi Mang landed solidly in the sky above the Khitan camp.
"boom!"
A spear condensed with true energy blocked the sky at the critical moment, but after just a few breaths, it shattered like glass.
"Boom"
The Khitan soldiers lost their shields and were immediately hit by two forces. Under the strong force, the soldiers and horses flew in all directions like strong winds ravaging delicate flowers and plants, and their flesh and blood were mixed.
At the critical moment, Yeluhe and Dahe Luohan abandoned their horses and fled in the air, thus saving themselves.
"bass!"
The two jumped into the air and simultaneously raised their halberds and spears to stab Zhao Zhengli who was swooping over.
Two strands of transformed energy shot straight into the sky.
Facing the flanking attacks of the two masters, Zhao Zhengli showed no sign of timidity. The 365 acupoints around his body immediately began to rotate regularly to absorb the spiritual energy from all around. The Purple Yang Sword in his hand shone brightly at this moment.
"All things are unified!"
He struck out with a sword, and thousands of sword energies filled the sky were concentrated into one sword. Its light was stronger than the sun in the sky, and there was a faint evolution of the laws of the Great Dao in the red sky.
"Bang bang!"
Chimang fell in an instant, directly defeating Yeluhe and Daheluohan's zhenqi, and even drowned the Khitan people at the foot of the hillside.
This is the Taoist method of Puwei Wuwei, the sixth Taoist of Qingcheng Mountain. Zhao Zhengli used the Black Lu Temple to open acupuncture points all over his body as the basis. In a short period of time, he gathered a huge amount of true energy to perform this attack that surpassed his own realm.
The more than ten remnants of the old soldiers in the rear were stunned with shock. One man could overwhelm the army. The captain was so powerful. Could it be that he was testing the truth by revealing his heart before the battle and letting everyone make a choice?
Biyu was the closest, and the most shocked and hateful. She looked at Sushan's back in disbelief. Just now, this sword took the prototype of a great master.
But now Zhao Zhengli is at the peak of the middle level of a master, and he has demonstrated strength beyond his own realm. His foundation is absolutely rock-solid, and his path in the future will definitely be far beyond that of ordinary people.
Although Biyu was shocked, she was more happy for him.
At the moment, dozens of Khitan people seemed to be in a lot of embarrassment. Dozens of soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and their military morale was at its lowest point.
Most of them are still in panic. In their understanding, their young master Yeluhe is already a god-like figure. The guy in plain shirt is more terrifying than the young master. Could it be that he is an immortal invited by Qingguo?
The handsome and clean Yelvhe's armor was in tatters, and the halberd in his hand was like a stick to support his body. His proud body was trampled to pieces.
Those eyes were filled with fear and reluctance. He couldn't figure out that the guy with a plain shirt and a white face was really as scary as the rumors. Before he came here, he had always thought that the world was boasting and spreading rumors. He thought that there was no one in the world that Yeluhe, one of the two Khitan dragons, would dare to be with. war?
Looking back at this moment, I realized that I was so ridiculous and arrogant.
"ah!"
His anger and reluctance turned into a roar, and he held up his halberd and was about to fight again, but was stopped in time by the strong man Dahe Luohan. He knew the horror of Zhao Zhengli, and he had witnessed the great master of the Pseudo Realm being knocked away with his sword. An old woman from Nanzhao Kingdom.
This time, I followed Yeluhe to sneak into the south just to let him meet the same kind of weirdos from the enemy country, and also to polish his arrogant spirit.
After achieving his goal, he naturally would not let him die, so he had to abandon dozens of soldiers and retreat to Khitan. I believe that after this incident, Yeluhe's state of mind must have changed.
When a strong master escapes, unless the great master takes action, it will be difficult to successfully stay.
Therefore, Daheluohan carried Yelvhe and disappeared into the mountains. Zhao Zhengli and Biyu failed to intercept him at the first time, so they could only watch it disappear.
Zhao Zhengli was even a little confused. The two sides only exchanged a few moves in the air to find out the bottom, without actually fighting at close range, so they decisively abandoned dozens of soldiers and ran away?
The abandoned Khitan soldiers and horses became prisoners without any suspense.
The victory in this battle was surprising. Zhao Zhengli and others were prepared to fight in a bloody battle. After all, the Khitan had the advantage in numbers and also had two outstanding masters. Their only advantage was the terrain, and they could attack Shang from a distance. However, if you fight at close range, there is no advantage in the terrain.
Zhao Zhengli really didn't understand why they ran away at the critical moment.
If he knew that Dahe Luohan was frightened by his past achievements, I don't know what his expression would be.
