At the main gate of the northern camp, the old Xianbei clan leader and Fang Lingde looked at each other from afar. The two faces were ferocious, gritting their teeth, and wishing they could eat each other forever. However, the soldiers of the two clans' desperate efforts made this idea unable to be taken into action.

The old patriarch was about to shout again to boost morale, but suddenly someone shouted behind him: "The Shanyu has an order, the Xianbei people will quickly intercept the Han people's fleeing troops, and must leave the Han prince Liu Zhengqi behind.

He was furious and shouted: "I have already attacked the gate of the northern camp and obtained the fertile land of thousands of miles. What's the matter with Liu Zhengqi's Guan? I want to kill all these bastards here and avenge our heroic soldiers."

The messenger looked at him coldly and said, "Under the Shanyu orders, those who arrested Liu Zhengqi will be exempted from three years of tribute for three years. If the nobles do not go, there will naturally be someone who will rush to go and say goodbye."

The old patriarch was stunned. The two thoughts in his mind changed quickly. The muscles on his face twitched. He glanced at the corpses all over the ground, and cursed constantly in his heart: "What a poisonous Maodun, I'll record this hatred." He raised his head and glared at Fang Lingde fiercely, turned around and shouted loudly, "Children, come back to catch people."

At this time, both the Han soldiers and the Xianbei soldiers were already red in their eyes. It was not easy to separate. Fortunately, the old patriarch was very prestigious and said a strict order. Although he was unwilling to accept it, the soldiers gradually withdrew from the battlefield.

Seeing the actions of the Xianbei people, Fang Lingde also issued an order not to pursue.

With the withdrawal of the Xianbei tribe, the Jie tribe followed in the footsteps and turned to encircle the scattered 100-man teams.

Nan Yiliao, who had already started to intercept on the outside, snorted coldly and said, "Murong Zhi is not simple either, he can bend and stretch."

"Dad, what did you say?" Aguda asked.

"If you, after attacking the enemy camp and receiving Maodun's order, will you withdraw immediately?"

"Impossible, that's not wasting the lives of the soldiers in vain? The child is not as timid as him." Aguda shook his head like a rattle.

"Hmph, since Maodun said that, it means that he will not send any reinforcements. Now that we are still in the Di tribe, it is undoubtedly a dream to rely on the Xianbei, Jie tribes and Qiang tribes to conquer the northern camp. Moreover, the Jie tribes and Qiang tribes may not have the same heart as him. Murong Zhi made a quick decision and left. Although many tribe members have damaged, it has also avoided the fate of being wiped out." Nan Yiliao's eyes were like lightning, and he stared at Aguda deeply, saying, "Remember, think more about everything, this is the choice a clan leader should make."

A trace of disapproval flashed in Aguda's eyes. He had always disdained this argument. In his heart, he always thought that only the bravest man was qualified to survive in such a harsh environment as the grassland.

Nan Yiliao sighed secretly, and he was deeply worried about the future of the Di tribe. Aguda was the most outstanding among his sons, and his martial arts were the best choice. His only disadvantage was that he encountered few setbacks, which made him look down on his prairie. There were only a handful of peers who could be taken seriously by him. But the only one who could convince him was Li Zhi, who had entered the realm of a master at a young age.

With such a heart and character, it is acceptable to be a brave general, but to hand over the fate of the entire nation into his hands, Nan Yiliao immediately shuddered when he thought of this.

"Sir, what should I do now?"

"All the brothers who can survive will meet in Wolong City." Fang Lingde ordered loudly: "Break through all the encirclements."

Long before Xu Haifeng arrived, they had discussed many times. They gave up the Northern Camp and preserved their strength. This method was strongly resisted by most senior generals as soon as it was proposed. In their hearts, what a glorious thing is the myth of the Northern Camp's hundreds of years of golden body. Even if they were all killed in battle, they must not be destroyed in their hands.

The soldiers' blood and courage are fully reflected here. How can there be people who are greedy for life and fear death among the five legions?

However, as the commander, Fang Lingchen, not only had to consider the glory of the Northern Legion for hundreds of years, but also had to consider the situation of the entire Han Dynasty and the situation of the entire continent.

After Liu Zhengting took away the 100,000 reinforcements from the Huanglong Legion and Canglang Legion, he knew that there would be no victory this time. If he was stubborn, the only ending would be to die in a heroic battle. At the same time, the 100,000 soldiers would become his burial objects.

Just when he was hesitating, Xu Haifeng's words were like a blow to the head, which made him make a decision.

If people have lost their land, they will all be left; if people have lost their land, they will all be left.

The land will never disappear, but people are different. If you try all of them when you shouldn't be desperate, then you can imagine the ending of waiting for them.

As soon as Xu Haifeng left, he discussed with Fang Lingde. The two brothers were in tune with each other and had decided on the strategy of retreating across the board with just a few glances.

Just at this moment, the three major tribes launched an unprecedented strong attack, which cast a shadow in Fang Lingchen's heart. The troops of Kuobaying arrived at the battlefield in such a short time. It was beyond his expectations and also strengthened his determination to leave immediately.

However, what surprised him the most was that Liu Zhengqi suddenly decided not to go to Wolong City, but to go east to sea and rush to the Qilin Legion.

After thinking for a moment, he realized the cause and effect. Xu Haifeng's attitude was not sincere at all. However, the commander of the Qilin Legion was Liu Zhengqi's uncle, so the two were naturally incomparable. After a long period of persuasion, Liu Zhengqi still insisted on his own opinion. He sighed and had no choice but to give up. However, deep in his heart, he felt relieved.

This thought only stayed slightly in his mind, and then disappeared without a trace, so fast that he could not even be sure of it. Unlike Xu Haifeng, he had received decades of education to serve the country with loyalty, and he had been consuming the food and wages of the Liu family for decades.

However, it is so helpless to abandon the camp and flee. The unbreakable golden body that the Fang family has built for hundreds of years will be completely ended at that moment.

Not only the Fang brothers, but the entire red ocean is shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

Therefore, when Fang Lingchen raised the tall flag representing the red ocean high and opened the west gate of the northern camp, he was already angry and heartbroken.

And when he shed tears and shouted the word "kill..." with all his physical and mental power, the red ocean boiled. They were like volcanoes that had been peaceful since ancient times. Once they erupted, they released the terrifying power that had accumulated for thousands of years.

The sad soldiers will win.

All the soldiers' eyes were red, and they also had the idea of ​​dying in their hearts. They gritted their teeth, raised their guns, and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

The Qiang warriors came forward with great effort, but they found that they were facing a group of fierce beasts that were no less than themselves.

For honor, for land, for———survival.

Two extremely brave troops collided hard.

Both sides were troops with cavalry as the main force, but because there was no space and the impact of the horse could not be exerted, everyone started a miserable and tragic battle to sacrifice their lives on this small land in the village gate.

Fang Lingchen took the lead and shouted loudly: "Kill me..."

Over the past hundreds of years, there have been countless commanders from the Fang family. However, among all, he is the first and only commander who has tens of thousands of troops but still leads the way.

Because, he knew that at this moment, what the Red Ocean needed was no longer his calmness, but his superhuman bravery of a master. Under his leadership, the Red Ocean was no longer a calm sea without wind and waves, but a red and hot, rolling and roaring, like a boiling pot of steel, enough to destroy all the raging magma.

Fang Lingchen's heart became more and more frustrated, and at this time, the Qiang people who stood in front of him naturally became the best target for him to vent his anger.

Guns have always been the favorite long weapon among the senior generals of the Han Dynasty. The family spearmanship of major families has their own advantages. The Li family's throat gun and the Fang family's thousands of stars are definitely the best among them.

The silver spear in Fang Lingchen's hand showed countless bright spots, as if the infinite stars in the sky suddenly sprinkled all over the earth. He had no reservations at all, and each shot condensed ten success powers. All the people and things blocked him were mercilessly picked and pierced by him. He was like an extremely sharp knife, which forced the Qiang people's troops into two pieces.

Not far behind him was the big flag waving in the wind. Under the banner, countless warriors sacrificed their lives to kill themselves and their enemies. They poured the bright red flag red with their blood.

The leader of the Qiang tribe watched his son decrease every moment, his face distorted and terrifying. His heart was bleeding, and 20,000 people were already nearly half of the Qiang tribe's combat power.

On the grassland, due to the deliberate suppression of the Huns, although they vigorously developed the population, the results have always been very small. These people are the elites of the Qiang people and the guarantees of the Qiang people. They cannot all die here.

After gritting his teeth, the Qiang leader finally retreated, and he finally chose to retreat, although he was not willing to give up.

Just like the water of the ebbing tide, the Qiang knights dispersed to both sides. Fang Lingchen didn't even look at it, and urged the horse forward straightly.

In the West, he led his troops to the west, but no one knew that his goal was thirty miles northwest - Fangmapo.

ps: There are a lot of essence left last week. If you want the essence, you need the essence. If you put the three on the top, add the essence to the comments. Don’t waste it.

I strongly recommend my friend Hange Tianxia's "New Born in the Mafa Continent". Those who like legends and Mafa should not be missed. The link is below.
Chapter completed!