In the past few days, Zhang Guifang organized his troops and fought with Feng Lin in turns, claiming that he would destroy Xiqi's troops and his majesty was unparalleled.
The two sides are facing each other.
Although Xiqi sent 300,000 troops, it was led by Prime Minister Jiang Ziya. He was accompanied by powerful generals such as Huang Feihu, Nangong Shi, and the Ji brothers, and the army was majestic. Zhang Guifang didn't notice anything.
On the first day of the confrontation, Feng Lin went out to fight, and both sides fought. With a layer of black smoke and a red bead in the smoke, he easily killed Ji Shuqian, the fierce general of Zhou Dynasty, the twelfth son of King Wen. The army covered him up and returned to the camp victoriously.
However, Xiqi's army was in mourning. King Wu was heartbroken that his brother had died, and he was unhappy.
The next day, the Huang Feihu brothers, their generals, soldiers, and Nangong Shi and others all rushed out. They were blocked by Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin, and the two sides fought fiercely...
Yang Lin, with his troops and horses, watched from a distance, but did not move forward.
In fact, it was not that he was unwilling to fight, but that Zhang Guifang, Feng Lin and other generals were used to being strong. Now that he had received the Grand Master's military order, as the chief general, when he had the upper hand, he absolutely did not want anyone to take away a share of the credit.
Therefore, Yang Lin's 20,000 archers were placed in the rear formation. Even if he wanted to take action, they could not reach them.
However, he didn't mean to steal the limelight.
He just watched the Xiqi generals silently, sizing up the strength levels of both sides, and making secret calculations in his mind.
At this time, those powerful guys have not yet appeared, and people like Zhang Guifang and Feng Lin can still show off their power.
If Xiqi didn't have a Qi Refiner, this battle would have been lost.
Sure enough, when the fight was evenly matched.
Zhang Guifang stirred up the white horse and danced the silver spear. It seemed that she was not defeated, but she started to play dirty tricks.
He suddenly shouted, "Huang Feihu, if you don't get off your horse, when will you wait?"
This shout sounded ordinary to other people's ears.
However, when Yang Lin opened his eyes and saw clearly, he saw a wave of ripples like a tiger's head, roaring and rushing towards Huang Feihu. The sound waves attacked and penetrated everywhere.
Huang Feihu has extraordinary martial arts. He rides a five-color sacred bull and goes back and forth. His power covers hundreds of feet. His blood and energy are everywhere, and his spear shines like lightning. When he is gaining momentum, he is shocked by the tiger-striped roar. He is stunned and stunned. There, motionless and unable to sit still, he knocked down the five-color sacred cow with one head.
Before he went into battle, he had already been on guard against Zhang Guifang's name-calling technique. He knew that this left-field technique was difficult to block and dodge. However, even if he knew it, he might not be able to block it.
The sound of this technique is heard, but it is not a simple sound attack technique, but a secret technique of enchantment.
As long as you have a flesh and blood body and three souls and seven souls, you can't escape the opponent's shouts.
Huang Feihu's physical training did not reach the point of ignoring side spells, and he was attacked on the spot.
He fell off his horse.
The Xiqi Army was in chaos on the spot.
Huang Feibiao, Huang Feibao, Long Huan, Wu Qian and other generals rushed out one after another, carried Zhang Guifang alive, snatched Huang Feihu's stiff wooden body back to the formation, and the army protected him.
There is a problem here.
Feng Lin and Nangong Shi were fighting fiercely over there, with one wielding a gun and the other wielding a knife. Feng Lin looked a little outmatched, so he patted his horse and ran away.
Nangong Shi was wearing gold armor and a silver sword, his eyes were cold. He also saw Huang Feihu being attacked. At this time, he was anxious and wanted to kill the opponent's general and move back to Yicheng.
However, Feng Fenglin repeated his old trick, black smoke came out from his nose, and a red bead as big as the mouth of a bowl appeared in the smoke, and he hit him while avoiding his face.
Nangong Shi danced wildly with his broadsword, dodging again and again, but the red bead was between reality and reality. He missed the cut and fell on his chest on the spot. He was knocked upside down and fell unconscious.
"Left and right, take it back to the camp and behead it on another day."
Feng Lin was high-spirited and galloped forward, waving his gun and shouting.
At that moment, the morale of the merchant army was greatly boosted and they rushed to kill like crazy.
Xiqi's morale plummeted, and he was unable to defend himself for a while. He was killed by the Shang Dynasty army and lost his helmet and armor. He retreated for more than ten miles before he stabilized his position, re-established his camp, and hung up his no-war card.
"Generally speaking, battle formations in this era are still a bit of a joke. Ordinary military formations do not support generals too much. The victory or defeat mainly depends on the strength of the generals."
After Yang Lin looked at it for a while, he understood.
When the great power belongs to oneself and the strength of the generals and soldiers on the battlefield is too different, it is completely different from the battle in real history.
These soldiers have no desire to fight to the death.
Maybe you have the desire to make contributions.
However, once a general fails or dies, it is basically impossible to make a comeback.
Because ordinary soldiers are just serving as soldiers to eat, and whoever wins wins, without much thought of loyalty.
"It prospered but then declined. Zhang Guifang will surely be in trouble soon."
Seeing the arrogance and complacency of the commander-in-chief of Qinglong Pass, now the commander-in-chief, Yang Lin didn't take it seriously and didn't get close. He just took care of his own camp and ensured that there would be no problems with food and grass.
He knew that at this time, Jiang Ziya would probably make a big move.
'Move troops and ask for help. '
Looking at the Battle of the Gods, Jiang Ziya's tactics and strategies are not obvious. However, his ability to ask for help from everywhere is better than Wen Zhong, and only slightly worse than Shen Gongbao.
Although he is not very capable, as a person who has experienced calamity and the protagonist, he actually represents the original god, and everyone must give face to him.
Yang Lin did not stay in the main camp, nor did he join the celebration of the Shang army.
Instead, he sat quietly on the mountain, absorbing the wisdom of heaven, earth and moonlight.
In my heart, I was thinking that the innate power of the sun and lunar power in this world is still quite sufficient.
The full moon in the night sky exudes vast and mysterious power anytime and anywhere.
It is definitely not like in later generations, the moon is just a decoration.
How can we obtain the power of Taiyin? I'm afraid I have to go to the moon to make up my mind.
However, this matter must be planned carefully and not carelessly.
"If you're not happy, why don't we just take our troops and go back to the mountains to retreat and leave Shang and Zhou alone? There's no need for us here anyway..."
On the mountain ridge, behind the trees, among the quiet insects, suddenly, a cold voice appeared, showing the slightest concern.
"Aunt Xue, you couldn't help but come here. You even brought this little oil bottle with you. Didn't I say that the military formation is dangerous and dangerous, so it's not suitable for you to stay for a long time?"
Yang Lin shook his head and laughed.
I have arranged it well, of course because I don’t want to take risks with the people close to me in this world. However, in their eyes, they probably don’t want to take risks themselves. Although their behavior is a bit reckless, they are not hard to criticize.
Aunt Xue looked a little unnatural. She held the hand of the little fox Cai'er and said expressionlessly: "Now that your wings are hard, do you think that Aunt Xue is not strong enough? Even if it is of no use, I can still give it to you no matter what." Guard and be alert to the surrounding dangers. Also, I have been practicing the Witch Spirit Book these days and have started to gain mental strength. If I don’t meet the Golden Immortal, I won’t be defeated so easily.”
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