Kill one to protect the capital, kill two to make a profit.

This vulgar statement was written in the military book by Jiang Dajun, and was widely circulated in the army. It was deeply loved by these soldiers who wanted to make a living on the edge.

Their knowledge is not high, and it is extremely rare in the army that can recognize a few big characters. Those long-term comments seem to be a fantasy in their ears. On the contrary, these ten simple big characters have indescribable thoughtfulness. Even if they don’t recognize one big character, they can easily catch up with it, and the meaning is even simpler and clear.

On the battlefield, when swords and weapons meet, either you kill me or I kill you, without any sympathy. Especially when facing these Huns who have been deadly hatred for generations, there is no need to mobilize at all, and everyone will naturally develop a sense of hatred for the same enemy.

Since the red ocean's flag left the northern camp surrounded by enemies, it means that the myth of undefeated for hundreds of years has been broken. If it were an ordinary legion, it would be a bad person and a disgrace to the army. However, the Northern legion was the final army that the Fang family had been in charge for hundreds of years and had experienced countless hardships.

The flag will not fall, and the golden body will not break. This is their catchphrase that has been passed down for a hundred years.

Now that this record is about to end in their hands, the angry soldiers are not panicked, the only thing they feel is the unwillingness to feel affliction in their hearts.

At this time, the Red Ocean was already a desperate army that was aroused by fierceness. Any obstacle that blocked them would be crushed into pieces by them without mercy.

Kuobaying became more and more shocked as he fought. As one of the senior generals of the Huns, he knew very well about his number one enemy of democracy. Although the Red Ocean's combat power was strong, it was still worse than the Golden Wolf Army.

But this confrontation seemed to have been completely reversed. The fierce and powerful Han people completely overwhelmed their tribe members in their momentum. What is the reason?

Fang Lingchen was like a tiger from the mountain, and was unstoppable. On the left and right sides of him were two first-class masters, Lu Yangming and Lin Yixing.

Before Xu Haifeng left, he entrusted the life of Fang Lingchen and the commander-in-chief of the Northern Camp to them.

People in the world promised a thousand gold. Since they had agreed, unless they were in different places and their souls were scattered, Fang Lingchen would be as stable as Mount Tai, without any worries about his life.

These three first-class masters formed an extremely sharp trident. Fang Lingchen's eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious, which made people feel scared. Lu Yang's famous old man became stronger and stronger, and he rushed forward with a big sword in his hand, and was unstoppable. Lin Yixing also had a bright silver spear in his hand, sprinkling out a deadly aperture of stars.

They were majestic and invincible, and they used all their strength to do it. Wherever they passed, flesh and blood were flying everywhere and corpses were everywhere.

Suddenly, Lin Yixing's horse screamed in tears and fell.

Although Lin Yixing is a famous first-class master, he is a southerner after all, and is not as good as a northern man. He was shocked and failed to react. He fell down with the horses. He was about to be crushed into meat by a tide of galloping horses.

At this moment, a wooden stick reached Lin Yixing's armpit and pulled it hard. At the critical moment of life and death, Lin Yixing dared not hesitate. He held the head of the stick, pulled it with force, and jumped up from the ground. He was in mid-air and could see clearly that the wooden stick was the handle of the long sword in Lu Yangming's hand.

Fang Lingchen swung his spear in his hand and kept urging his horse to advance. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he had already broken through the enemy formation.

"Let's go..." He shouted and continued to run forward with the troops.

Fang Lingchen looked straight ahead, and he didn't dare to look back because he knew that behind him there were countless soldiers fighting against the enemy. Every moment, countless good men died on the battlefield. His heart was bleeding, and he was afraid that when he turned around, he would no longer have the heart to leave.

But at this time, he has more important things to do. He has to leave here with the most life. This is his mission and his responsibility.

The 50,000 army of the Pegasus Legion finally caught up. They joined forces with the 30,000 Golden Wolf Army of Kuobaying and chased after him.

Suddenly, a shout came from the rear army in the red ocean, and Fang Lingde's old and tragic voice spread throughout the rear army: "Are the brothers of the rear army afraid of death?"

"Not afraid.": Ten thousand men shouted in unison.

"If you are not afraid of death, come with me."

Fang Lingde turned his horse's head and rushed towards the 80,000 troops in front of him.

Ten thousand troops all pulled up their horses, and everyone fought for the first place. They turned around and launched a suicide attack on the Huns' army. At the cost of their lives, they delayed the Huns' pursuit and delayed their progress.

Although there was no discussion, the Xianbei and other four tribes chose to intercept the scattered soldiers and scattered soldiers and brave men. As for the large troops in the Red Ocean, they could be as far away as they could.

This hot potato is not something they can afford, not to mention that in their hearts, if these two major forces can defeat both sides, that is the best ending.

The battlefield gradually calmed down, and looked at Kuobaying with a blue face, with a shameful face. Behind him, more than a hundred riders were hanging their heads with uneasy. The horse they rode was tall and strong, but there were countless branches and leaves tied to the long ponytail. Once they ran, smoke and dust immediately rose up.

"Is this your army of 60,000? What you... did." Maodun angrily scolded.

Kuobaying dared not defend himself, so he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Shanyu, if General Kuoba had not arrived at the right time, Fang Lingchen would not have abandoned the camp and fled. The combat power of the Red Ocean was beyond our expectations. If they were really wiped out all of them here, we would be afraid that we would not be able to afford the price." Tuerhong persuaded him.

Maodun's face gradually slowed down, and he asked, "How many people did Fang Lingchen take away?"

"Not less than 30,000." Tuerhong replied immediately.

"Kuobaying, I will also hand over the 10,000 Golden Wolf Army around me to you, and make up for the 30,000. You set off immediately and chase after you to kill as much as you can." Maodun ordered unwillingly. It is indeed his most regrettable thing to be able to wipe out the Red Ocean with such superior forces.

"Yes..." Kuobaying clasped his fists with his hands, responded heavily, turned around and left. After a while, the well-trained Golden Wolf Army embarked on the road of pursuit under the leadership of the first young Xiongnu general.

Looking at the large army leaving, Maodun suddenly asked, "How is Fang Lingde?"

Tuerhong bowed and said, "I die when I am exhausted."

Nodded gently, Maodun sighed: "What a brave man, but unfortunately he was born in the wrong child."

Tuerhong lowered his head and refused to comment on these words.

"His body needs to be taken care of and buried with great care." Maodun sighed.

"Yes..." Tuerhong replied respectfully.

Fangmapo, the terrain is flat, but behind the slope is a rolling mountain range. One of the peaks stands tall majestic among the mountains, as if standing tall in the flock of cranes, and is amazed as a wonder.

A group of strong men were slowly carrying the big rocks upwards with their upper bodies exposed. One of them was particularly tall and his knotty muscles were like iron. He walked under a huge rock of a thousand kilograms, fucked it casually, and put it on his shoulders.

He turned his head and looked around, but the huge rock was too large, blocking his vision and making him uncomfortable. After a while, he finally found his target and came to another big rock with a smile with a big size, fucked it, and resisted it on his other shoulder.

The weight of two thousand jin was pressing on him, but he seemed to have not realized it and walked towards the mountain with great strides.

Only the human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Qin Yong can have such divine power.

Above the peak, Jiang Kongming was sitting leisurely on a special lounge chair. He was leisurely savoring fragrant tea and humming small songs that were not popular in this era.

"Take it slowly, at least two or three days left. If the lord hadn't suddenly lost the ability to replenish blood with alcohol, I wouldn't have had to work so hard. Well, I don't know how many people the Northern Legion could have left. With the ability of Hami Thorn, let them keep 10,000, it would be the limit." Jiang Kongming said to Zhebo beside him: "It would be better that the two elders of the Fang family will die, so that the lord can accept it justly, right?"

Zhebi looked into the distance with a thousand eyes, nodded without complaining about Jiang Kongming's question, but never expressed his opinion.

Jiang Kongming sighed a long sigh and said to himself: "These people are so boring. Alas, they have been in vain and they play the piano against cows."

"Dong..." Two loud noises came. Jiang Kongming didn't have to look back and knew who did the good thing. He was furious and turned around and scolded: "You dead bear, you won't put things lightly. If you scare your heart disease, can you afford it?"

Qin Yong touched his scalp honestly, with an innocent and inexplicable look on his face.

Jiang Kongming sighed helplessly. It would be helpless for anyone to tell him to have these live treasures.

"Military advisor..."

Jiang Kongming was refreshed. It was really a relief to say hello to him, Zhebe, who was usually taciturn.

"What's up?"

"Someone is here."

"Are you a spy from the Huns? You can go and send me a few people." Jiang Kongming said casually.

Zhe, don't hesitate for a moment, and did not leave.

Jiang Kongming asked, "Why don't you go?"

"There are too many people coming, and I can't kill them all." Zhebe told the truth.

"How many people are there?" Jiang Kongming's expression gradually became solemn.

"At least 20,000."

The sound of horse hooves galloping from far to near, and with the slight trembling of the earth, the figures in front of them have gradually become clear.

ps: I strongly recommend Tian Yuhan’s new work "The Return of the Devil". His previous book "The No. 1 Master in the World" is one of Qidian Youqian's martial arts novels. I believe that the good reputation and excellent writing style will not disappoint everyone. The link is below, go and have a look.

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