Dongyingkou, a small town near the mouth of the Yellow River.

This place is not a major city in the world, nor a place with prosperous business, nor a place with dense populations.

During the turmoil throughout Qilu for more than 20 years, this place was settled in a corner, and because of the navy, it was not attacked too much.

In general, it is incomparable to big cities such as Suzhou, Lin'an and Luoyang, and it is an unknown place.

But today, there are many people gathered here.

The southern army was 70,000 and the Japanese pirates were 20,000. In the southwest, there were two groups of Wu Shifeng's bandit suppression troops as support. Within a radius of 100 miles, it was filled with a murderous aura. The depression brought by the fierce military formation rushed straight into the sky.

The Southern Army's formation has been set up, blocking the remnant city of Dongying in front of him from several directions. From the top of the city, it is densely packed with flags swaying, and the weapons of tens of thousands of soldiers reflect the cold light.

The noise before the war started was like the constant sound of drums, hitting the small town in front of you one after another.

"The Japanese are stupid and chose such a place that is safe and secure to use as a place for a decisive battle."

Behind the military formation, on a high hill, Zhao Lian's command is here, from which you can basically summarize the situation on the front line.

A lieutenant rode on a horse and looked at the small town ahead. He said with disdain:

"I am really a barbarian outside the territory. I rely on my bloody courage to fight. How can I plan my strategy with one of the most extraordinary military strategists in the Middle Earth?"

"Person Feng said it well."

Several school officials around him agreed, and some people held their waists and said confidently:

"Wihou was in charge and there were also powerful soldiers from all over the world. Dongying City was broken before, and the city gate tower was not repaired well. I couldn't use a ladder to rush the car? I only needed one rush to destroy the bandits.

This battle will definitely be won!"

The discussions of subordinates came to Zhao Lian's ears in front of him.

Weihou did not scold his subordinates for being careless and careless? Because he thought so too? It’s not that the old man was arrogant and conceited, but that he fought for a lifetime? Look at the situation in front of him.

Whether it is military strength, logistics, morale, offense, defense, terrain, or advantages lie with the Southern Army.

He really couldn't think of how the Japanese could win?

"Strangely, Marquis? We fought so smoothly in this battle, but no Japanese sent envoys."

A deputy general beside Weihou whispered:

"Before the decisive battle, whether you surrender or provoke, shouldn't they send envoys to fight with us? This is the rule of war since ancient times.

Could it be that the savages from outside the domain do not understand these?"

"I will see that they really don't understand."

Another adjutant grabbed the horse whip and said in a contemptuous tone:

"This war lasted almost half a month. We were the dominant ones in many field battles. The Japanese fled. No one was willing to surrender. It was said that the Japanese had magic tricks and could lead to sneaking their bodies. Some soldiers and people in the martial arts world also saw it with their own eyes.

I want to say that they may have been possessed by monsters in the wasteland outside their territory and lost their minds, so they dared to come to our Middle Earth to invade.

There is no need to talk about the battle formation etiquette for such evil spirits.

It was a good thing to send them into the underworld."

Weihou still refused to comment.

Although it was a sure victory battle, he still rode on a tall horse as before, using the Mohist mirror to look to the city of Dongying and observe the enemy situation.

But it's really weird!

In the lengthened view of the Qianli Mile Mile, Zhao Lian did not see any moving figure on the broken city. He only had a big banner with strange emblems, clamoring in the wind.

"What the hell are these Japanese people doing? Are there 20,000 people gathered in the city but not defended the city? No symbolic resistance is done?"

Zhao Lian put down the Qianli Mile Mile, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Are you a plan to play the empty city? Or have you made up your mind to fight the streets with our army?"

All kinds of thoughts were repeated in Weihou's mind, which made the veteran generals rarely stumble, but the army had reached this point, and their subordinates were ready to fight to seek military merits. At this time, it was difficult to convince the public that they wanted to withdraw their troops.

"Prince Feng!"

After a few breaths, Weihou made a decision, and he pulled up the reins of the horse and said in a deep voice:

"You bring a group of soldiers and horses in battle to rush forward. If you can break the city, you will be the first to win this battle!"

"Abide by the order!"

The captain who was named after the name was happy, grabbed a spear from his personal soldiers, rode his horse and headed into the military formation.

His heart was warm.

Such a sure victory battle is almost the military merit in front of you. Marquis Wei really understands his own people and is really a good boss.

Thinking in his heart, the brave captain quickly rushed into the army. With the sound of war drums, more than 2,000 troops and horses that had already lined up toward the remnant city in front of him.

The Bai Zhan Army had red eyes, blood-stricken spirits were wrapped in blood, and the hearts were lured by the war. The face was distorted and as strong as a cow. As Feng led hundreds of cavalry to lead the formation in front, the speed of the entire vanguard increased.

The soldiers began to trot like an accelerated group of beasts.

"kill!"

The captain in the army also practiced martial arts. This shout of killing sounded mixed with true energy and resounded throughout the battlefield, like a muffled thunder.

The army was running, rolling up smoke and dust in the sky, and the soldiers behind them also responded in unison, and the sound of killing was rolling around and thousands of people moved together, causing the ground to shake slightly. The rabies of the war were broken, and they were searching for sweet and flesh.

The Japanese had no military formation outside the city, and there was no defense at the top of the city. They were all huddled in the remnant city, and the vanguards were not blocked at all. They followed the city walls that the Japanese had collapsed when they attacked the city. Everyone climbed up to the rescue.

There were also several masters from the martial arts world who followed the army and broke out and bombarded the city gate with heavy hammers. In less than ten breaths, the dilapidated city gate of Dongying small city was broken open in a loud bang.

Wood chips fly across the city walls.

Feng Zhengwei rushed into the remnant city with the first horse. The soldiers behind him rushed in like a tide, and blood and murderous aura mixed together, like a red storm blowing.

"Kill します!"

A shrill battle cry that was not as loud as a human voice sounded in the city.

Feng looked at the broken city with a gun, and black-armored Japanese men were rushing out from all directions in the broken city.

He was not panicked, but he was determined.

Sure enough, these Japanese people were fighting street fighting, which was good. I was afraid that they would not resist. He was a soldier. If he won without a fight, he would always feel like he was almost there.

The Japanese people came in front of him, just like his wish!

"My boys, follow me!"

The captain shouted, tightened the reins of the horses. As the neighing sounds of war horses, he rushed into the Japanese enemy formation with his cavalry. His spear was like a dragon in his hand, and he poked three of them down as soon as he met.

The hundreds of battle troops behind him were like tigers and wolves, one by one, and they all entwined the battle aura and entered the enemy formation.

After ten breaths, a strong bloody energy rose here, with broken limbs and broken arms, and it was sprinkled everywhere, and the Japanese could not stop them at all. They were retreating, starting from the city gate, and the Japanese were retreating everywhere.

The red-eyed Bai Zhan Army rushed forward.

"Win."

In this formation, Marquis Wei put down the thousand-mile mirror in his hand. Seeing the vanguard entering the city and forcing the Japanese to retreat in the battle, Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

He made a gesture, and the flag-master behind him moved forward. The sound of war drums sounded everywhere in the military formation, and several more people joined the battlefield to support the vanguard into the city to clear the enemy.

The army is pressing forward, and the victory is decided!

"Understanding"

The BMW horse carrying the Weihou suddenly neighed, and its four hooves kept trampling on the ground, and its big head was shaking. The obedient horse was a little anxious at this moment.

Not only it, but the war horses around the generals all responded the same.

It is as if these beasts with more sensitive perceptions than humans have noticed something that makes them extremely panic.

Weihou, who was riding on the horse, clamped his legs and controlled the war horse. He stretched out his hand and touched his heart. There was also a hint of confusion on his old face.

Why is the heartbeat so fast?

There is also a feeling of uncontrollable panic.

Could it be that this is some kind of omen?

He raised his head and looked at the lonely city in front of him that would fall at most two incense sticks. The place where he was shouted and lingered by blood murderous aura was still empty.

But there seemed to be hallucinations in front of the old man.

He saw a strange face rising in the middle of the city and the sky, laughing wildly like an evil ghost. The city gate covered with blood seemed to turn into an evil ghost's mouth, swallowing countless creatures into its intestines.

The rising bloody battle aura turned into the battle patterns on the cheeks of the evil ghost, making it look so real and so shocking.

But the next moment.

Everything disappeared.

The sky is still the same day, and the city is still the same city. In his hallucination, Wei Hou was brought back to reality by the noise of fighting in the battle formation.

Is that an illusion?

Probably so.

Old Man Zhao laughed.
To be continued...