After hearing Li Jiancheng's words, Li Yuanji and the other three nodded and responded.
The four of them rode out with a group of personal guards following them. Li Jiancheng obviously didn't look very good. His eyes could spit out fire with anger. How could he allow anyone to do this at the critical moment of success? Ruined his big deal.
As they walked to the front of the army, the sound of rushing hooves became clearer and clearer, and they saw a group of cavalry galloping towards their army in the distance.
At night, at a glance, it looked like a small team with only a few dozen riders, as reported by the scouts.
But they were still far away, and Xiaoqi didn't display any flags. It was not clear whose men and horses they belonged to, nor what kind of team they were.
But this little horse was running towards them after all. If they wanted to understand everything, they just had to wait.
Li Jiancheng immediately shouted: "Stop the army."
When the order was given, the front army stopped, and then the flag bearer immediately waved the order flag, rode his horse and shouted loudly to the rear army: "The prince has an order, stop marching, the prince has an order, stop marching! The army stops marching!"
At the sound of orders, the 80,000-strong army gradually stopped marching.
A hundred feet away, Xiaoqi gradually became clearer. Looking far into the distance, they finally saw the number of people clearly. Xiaoqi was not dozens of people at all.
One hundred feet away, what they saw was eighteen horses.
Ninety feet away, they saw black cold clothes.
Eighty feet away, they saw the silver spear with red tassel.
Seventy feet away, they saw the scimitar at his waist.
Fifty feet, they saw the strong bow behind them.
Forty feet away, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and some people started hissing, yelling, and exclaiming.
"It's the Eighteenth Cavalry, it's the Eighteenth Cavalry of Yanyun, they... they're coming, they're coming!"
"Is it the Eighteenth Cavalry of Yanyun?!"
"The Eighteenth Cavalry of Yanyun is coming, run!"
There was chaos, and the 80,000-strong army instantly fell into chaos just because of a name.
Their reputation is too great, their name is too prominent, their reputation is evil, they are powerful and intimidating to the world.
The enemy is really terrible, because the enemy is invincible; the 80,000-strong united army that was supposed to accomplish great things and accomplish great things has encountered disaster before its ambition was fulfilled. At this moment, the 80,000-strong army has entered an unprecedented panic.
The transition from extreme joy to extreme sorrow took only an instant. Li Jiancheng could not bear this huge blow and still shouted: "Shoot the arrows to kill them. Shoot the arrows to kill them quickly."
No one was following orders at all.
Li Yuanji pulled Li Jiancheng and shouted: "Brother, leave quickly."
Brothers Wang Xuanying and Wang Xuanshu didn't care about anything else, so they turned their horses and ran away immediately.
There was great chaos, and the whole army was in chaos.
The Eighteen Cavalry arrived, and they had already joined the army. Their silver spears broke through the air, their tips roared sharply, and murderous spear flowers bloomed on their heads. The silver spears in their hands twisted, twitched, and bounced endlessly, and the peaks of the spears vibrated continuously. The gun light flickered, and the eighteen silver spears instantly turned into eighteen silver dragons.
All weapons are inferior to the three-foot-long silver dragon. When the silver dragon moves, all the cold light is swallowed up in an instant. When the silver dragon dodges, all the blocking soldiers in front of him fall down instantly.
Eighteen men are extremely violent, eighteen guns are extremely violent, and eighteen horses are extremely fast.
There was no way to stop him, and he couldn't stop him even once. The Eighteen Cavalry entered the military formation without slowing down!
They entered the military formation and started killing people as soon as possible. The second breath swept away the opponents. The third breath had killed hundreds of soldiers. The fourth breath came to Li Yuanji and Li Jiancheng. The five breath cut off their heads with the scimitar. The six breath began to pursue. Wang Xuanying and Wang Xuanshu caught up with them in seven breaths, killed the two guards in eight breaths, and beheaded two more in nine breaths.
Ten breaths later, all eighteen riders had stopped.
Although only ten breaths had passed, the eighteen knights were already covered in blood, and there was a pool of blood behind them. Four heads hung on their waists on the other side. Originally, there were people in front of them, behind them, on the left and right, and all around them. But now everyone ran away.
Eighty thousand troops fleeing for their lives, how spectacular!
Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry only killed the enemy and the Hu people. Only the enemies and the Hu people would be killed and massacred. Therefore, facing the fleeing army of 80,000, the Eighteen Cavalry did not continue to pursue them.
When the Eighteen Cavalrymen wanted to go back and resume their lives, they only heard the voice coming.
His person is nowhere to be seen, his trace is nowhere to be seen, his words are like illusions, and his voice is like a mysterious voice: "From today on, there will be no more 'Eighteen Riders of Yanyun' in the world. From now on, the world will be prosperous, and there will be no need for 'Eighteen Riders of Yanyun' in the world." existence. Everyone, go back and live your own lives. The Eighteen Horsemen no longer have to obey the orders of the Heavenly Lord."
Eighteen people turned over and fell off their horses, bowed on one knee, raised their heads and shouted: "Your Majesty!"
The voices fade away and the night becomes quiet again.
Their true identity is the deserted people of the deserted city, and they are the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun only when needed.
But their ancestral land was originally from the Youyun Prefecture, and their ancestors were also Han people from the Second Prefecture. In the past, barbarians caused cholera in the north, and the Han people in the north lived under the ravages of the barbarians. That was when Tianjun took in eighteen abandoned children and orphans in Youzhou and Yunzhou.
Later, they learned the art and skills and learned them under the name of "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun", so that their ancestors could avenge the blood of the Hu people. Even though so many years have passed, the descendants of the future generations have never forgotten the grace of Heavenly Lord.
The younger generations have always listened to their fathers' instructions and are willing to protect the deserted city from generation to generation, and are willing to serve under the command of the divine sword from generation to generation.
But now after hearing those words...
The eyes of the eighteen people, which were originally as cold and heartless as cold stars, had some other colors. It's not love or sadness, their eyes seem to be like a person who suddenly lost everything and suddenly gained everything.
It's a bit melancholy, but also a bit free and easy.
They did not leave for a long time, and stood until the moon set and the sun rose. Then they remounted their horses and headed back towards the deserted city.
…
The sun is rising in the east, and today is another clear sky.
Standing proudly on the high cliff, looking at the team slowly leaving to the west, your thoughts are flying to the sky.
He was reborn and got used to the current life long ago, but to be honest, he still missed that home. Although he was sent away by his biological father and mother when he was five years old in this life and never saw him again, it can be said that his parents are deceased, but his parents in his predecessor are still alive.
"If they can really go back one day, what will happen when they see Yao Yue, Lian Xing, Siniang, Jun'er, Qing Qing, Huan Huan, and Qian Qian?!"
He murmured to himself, thinking about that girl Zhong Ling again, and couldn't help but feel a headache.
There was a sound of wind, a gust of breeze, and a figure.
"Let Brother Ren wait for a long time."
When he turned around and looked at Yan Fei, he found that he had changed a lot; he still had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but suddenly there were many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and his slightly gray temples became whiter.
Randomly said: "Your time is running out."
Yan Fei smiled and said: "Yes, Yan's deadline is approaching, otherwise he would not dare to come and see Brother Ren's Heavenly Sword."
Ran Ran looked at the long sword in his hand and said slowly: "I don't know if you can be like Sun En."
Yan Fei shook his head and said: "Yan does not seek to be like the 'Heavenly Master' Sun En, who can finally break through the path. He only wants to see the Heavenly Lord's Heavenly Sword, so that I can know how high the limit of the sword is before I die."
He nodded casually and said, "Then draw your sword."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
When the wind and clouds fall, I won’t write about heroes anymore. My martial arts skills are too high, and writing about them will be useless.
After the storm, I will look at my results. If I have money to eat, I will continue to write. If there is no food to eat, I will start a new book. I haven’t made any preparations for the new book, but it will definitely not be martial arts.
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