The eighth year of Yonghe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the forty years of Jianxing in Qianliang, the fifteenth year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the three years of Yongxing in Ran Wei, the second year of the first year of the former Qin Emperor, the first year of the former Yan Yuanxi, and the first year of Zhang Ju Jianchang......

Uh, it's a chaotic time.

Cheap platform.

"That's what I want!"

On a high post stationed on the horse, Yang Feng looked at the battlefield in front of him and sighed.

There was a decisive battle for tens of thousands of troops.

As recorded in the history books, Murong Xianbei's Yan cavalry squeezed in a ring from four directions with a chain of horses, and the bronze wall of the cavalry continued to shrink to the middle, like an iron-colored flexible ring in the rolling yellow sand. And in the middle of this huge encirclement, a small number of Wei cavalry with an obvious difference in number is under the leadership of a fierce general who is heavily armored and riding a red war horse, constantly galloping and attacking the Yan army trying to open a gap, he has a significantly larger horse in one hand and a short halberd in the other, which is almost invincible, even the Yan army's chain horses can not be stopped, and he can only rely on the numerical advantage to squeeze and use human life to continuously consume his physical strength.

This is a real fierce general.

Looking at the martial mourning king on the battlefield, Yang Feng suddenly saw himself back then.

"It's a pity, after all, there is still no plug-in!"

He sighed.

The Martial Mourning Heavenly King had actually lost.

He is indeed an invincible general, but unfortunately his opponent is an undefeated god of war, the real undefeated god of war, even if this undefeated god of war is not famous in history, but his existence cannot be denied.

Yang Feng turned his gaze to the other side, on a larger mound, setting up the Chinese army of the Yan army, a general in full armor stood on his horse and stared at the battlefield, constantly issuing orders, while the standard-bearer beside him kept waving the flag, directing the encircled chain horses on the battlefield to intercept the martial mourning king. This is Qianyan's sea of Zijin Liang, Murong Ke, who laid almost everything for Murong Xianbei, has never lost a battle in his life, from the Duan family Xianbei, to Goguryeo, to Buyeo and then to Shihu, who was once in the sky, can be called the king of martial mourning for the peerless fierce generals, the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which is still huge in the south, and countless famous generals have all fallen at the feet of this Xianbei person who is not very good.

Fortunately, he died early, otherwise even the Eastern Jin Dynasty would be very dangerous, in fact, he had already expanded to the south of the Yellow River in the later period, and no one could resist the garbage in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Huan Wen was the only one who could make a move at this time, but unfortunately even his younger brother Murong Chui couldn't beat it.

The battle of Fangtou was beaten into by Murong Chui and Murong De.

"Let this flower wither at the foot of Taihang Mountain!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he urged the war horse.

Of course he didn't go to save Ran Min, the encirclement of tens of thousands of troops, and he didn't use it to play madness and summon meteors before, how could he squeeze in it single-handedly.

He hung up his horse and went straight to Murong Ke.

Soon he arrived at the bottom of the mound, a group of cavalry immediately stepped forward, the leader of the general looked at him unexpectedly, Yang Feng ignored him, urged the war horse to continue to run towards Murong Ke, the general looked at him suspiciously and shouted, Yang Feng, who didn't understand Xianbei words, looked at him with disdain and continued to move forward. The general's face showed anger, and he shouted at the soldiers of the other team of guards in front, but Yang Feng smiled at the general of the team of soldiers and made a lip shape, because the distance was far away The latter didn't hear it, and said something blankly, Yang Feng smiled again with helplessness, and didn't know how the other party understood, in short, he didn't stop him, but let him walk over.

It was clear that his body was not a miscellaneous fish.

This is the battle of the Murong family's national fortunes, even Murong Jun is personally in the rear, the Murong family can basically fight, and it is obvious that the owner of his body is also one of them.

Yang Feng continued to walk towards Murong Ke.

The God of War didn't know that danger was approaching, he didn't even glance at Yang Feng, but an important general beside him, who was slightly older, glanced at Yang Feng unexpectedly, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Yang Feng continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed him.

Yang Feng turned his head with a smile, a young general who looked sixteen or seventeen years old also smiled at him, and was still saying something, but Xianbei Yang Feng really didn't, this language was extinct in the Tang Dynasty, but the latter's smile froze in an instant, and then suddenly lifted his jaw, immediately showed a shocked expression, pulled out his knife and retreated with great speed and pointed at him and shouted angrily.

"Well, you found out!"

Yang Feng touched his chin and said with some embarrassment.

The wound on his jaw can be inserted into his fingers, and he is a zombie, although he has stopped bleeding, his face is not so normal, and there is nothing abnormal when he looks at it from a distance, and he can't see that he is abnormal at such a close distance. The young general immediately beckoned the soldiers to step forward, Yang Feng hurriedly urged the war horse, the general did not hesitate to swing his knife and slash down, Yang Feng avoided the blade and punched him in the chest, and at the same time as he fell to the side, he took off the horse after the saddle and suddenly urged the war horse to rush straight towards Murong Ke.

Murong Ke just glanced at him indifferently.

And the general beside Murong Ke pulled out his sword and waved it to the side, and the soldiers guarding beside them immediately stepped forward, and the young general behind Yang Feng also took off his bow and arrows, and at the same time as his arrow was fired, the horse in Yang Feng's hand suddenly threw, like a javelin, past the intercepting soldier, knocking a soldier behind them off the horse and nailing him to the ground.

And the intercepted soldiers also drowned him.

But his body had already fallen before the knife could be slashed, and before those soldiers could understand what had happened, the soldier who was pinned to the ground by Ma Ji suddenly pulled out his chest Ma Ji by himself, and then turned around and threw it at Murong Ke in the same way.

Murong Ke didn't move, a soldier guarding him didn't hesitate to pounce on Ma Ji, the Ma Ji passed through his chest and nailed this one to the ground, and the next moment he was like the one just now, he suddenly stood up straight and pulled out Ma Ji, turned his head and stabbed straight at Murong Ke, in a scream, the general next to Murong Ke waved his knife to block it. At this time, Murong Ke finally didn't care about commanding the battlefield, and took advantage of the general to block Yang Feng, he moved together with the Chinese army under the escort of more than a dozen soldiers, but at this time, the soldier possessed by Yang Feng suddenly bumped into the general, and at the same time that the latter's knife stabbed into his chest, the horse flew out of his hand for the third time, and accurately sank into the body of a soldier.

And behind this soldier was Murong Ke.

The soldiers who were guarding screamed in amazement and pushed away their commander as fast as they could, but the soldier who had been stabbed to death by Ma Yan suddenly turned his head and stabbed the knife in his hand into Murong Ke's heart without hesitation.

Murong Ke said blankly.

"In Chinese!"

Yang Feng said impatiently.

"What kind of demon are you?"

Murong Ke asked with some difficulty.

"I am the undead, the undead of the innocent people in this world who have been killed by you!"

Yang Feng sneered and suddenly turned the handle of the knife.

Blood gushed out of Murong Ke's mouth, grabbed his clothes, and then slowly fell, and the soldiers and generals around him all looked at this scene stupidly, watching Yang Feng pull out a knife from Murong Ke's chest, and cut off the Chinese army that represented the supreme command with a knife, and at the same time as this big flag fell, he grabbed it and rushed to the fire not far away.

"Stop him!"

The general who had stopped him screamed in terror.

But it was useless, Yang Feng, who was armed with an arrow shaft, still threw himself on the fire with his face, and in the flames, he turned his head and smiled, and then left this body, and then possessed a Yan soldier on the battlefield.

At this time, the Yan army had already begun to be chaotic.

In fact, the total strength of both sides is about 50,000, and the Yan army is at least 40,000, nearly half of which are cavalry, 5,000 horses, and Ran Wei only has 8,000 foot cavalry, the core is the cavalry led by Ran Min himself, and the main target of the Yan army is also him, but there are still a large number of Ran Wei troops on the entire battlefield who are divided and surrounded by the Yan army, and there is even no shortage of Ran Wei troops fighting back. The command of the Yan army was completely dependent on the command of the Chinese army built on a high place, and he also relied entirely on the command of Murong Ke, who was a genius in command, but his death and the disappearance of the Chinese army made the generals who relied entirely on the banner there to command a mess, they did not know what was going on there, and they did not know how to continue to mobilize and command their own soldiers.

In particular, the chain of horses that can only complete the siege by relying on command and coordination is even more chaotic.

The huge formation of 5,000 chain horses is impossible to cooperate with each other, and the area of this encirclement is several square kilometers, and those generals who command the battle can't even see where their allies are.

They must rely on command.

When the command suddenly disappears, their confusion is inevitable.

"Murong Ke is dead!"

Yang Feng shouted in the confusion.

He used the local language of Fanyang during the Tang Dynasty, and the core of the Murong family was in western Liaoning and Beijing-Tianjin, as for whether it was consistent with him, he didn't care, he didn't know Xianbei language, but most of the soldiers in the Yan army knew Chinese, in fact, Qianyan could not be said to be a pure Xianbei regime, to be precise, it was mainly Murong Xianbei, Liaodong Gao, Feng Clan's two major scholars as a mixture, the battle of Liantai Murong Ke was the boss, but the deputy was the Feng family's Feng Yi, in addition to the Gao family's Gao Kai, and this Gao family is the ancestor of the Northern Qi Huan Huan Cheng Yang family.

It was clear that Yang Feng's shout was clear to the vast majority of Yan soldiers that their confusion was intensifying.

"Run, the enemy ambush attacked the Chinese army, Murong Ke is dead!"

He shouted.

"Disrupt the army's heart!"

Not far from him, a general roared.

Yang Feng showed a weird smile at him, and then fell down first, and then he appeared on another Yan Army soldier, shouting with blood all over his body: "Run, Murong Ke is dead!" ”

He is like a ghost, constantly emerging from the Yan army, and then shouting the content that disturbs the morale of the army, don't underestimate this, the rumors on the battlefield are deadly, you can't see the Chinese army, and even the soldiers who are close to the mound where the Chinese army is located, even Murong Ke, who was originally standing there, can't see it, and no one deliberately spreads this situation can give birth to rumors on their own. Now coupled with Yang Feng shouting everywhere, Murong Ke is dead, and the terrible news that the enemy attacked the Chinese army and killed their commander is spreading like this, and those places where even the Chinese army can only barely see it, those soldiers and generals have no ability to distinguish, and some of them are not determined to flee.

This is normal.

Yan Jun is not only Murong Xianbei's elite.

They are also composed of various forces, including many such as the Duan family Xianbei, Yuwen Xianbei, Fuyu, Ding Ling, etc. were conquered, at this time the entire Northeast was theirs, including the big empire of the stick fantasy actually called the Murong family, ten years ago even the capital of Goguryeo was destroyed by the Murong family, Qianyan can be said to be a co-owner of the Northeast provinces, including the Han people of Liaodong. The Duan family and the Yuwen family are their feuds, especially the Duan family, which can be called a blood feud, until now the Duan Shrine of the Duan family is still in Qingzhou and refuses to partner with them, these messy guys are of course scrambling when they win, and if something happens and runs away, they are also scrambling, and a deserter can bring up a group, a group can bring up a piece, it can be said that on such a battlefield, once there is a rout, it will really become a disaster.

That's how Fu Jian finished.

On such a battlefield, just the movement of the Chinese army may lead to the collapse of the front due to poor information transmission, not to mention that the Chinese army is directly gone.

"Mada, victory came so suddenly!"

Yang Feng looked speechlessly at the defeated Yan army.

At this moment, a spear pierced his body, and then picked him into the air, he turned his head in mid-air, and showed a bright smile to the martial mourning heavenly king below, the latter was stunned for a moment, it was obvious that this was a bit beyond his comprehension, he immediately threw the dead body aside, but did not notice that not far behind him, a subordinate who had just died in battle suddenly got up, pulled out the arrow stuck in his head, and turned over an ownerless war horse and rushed forward.

"Your Majesty, take advantage of the victory to pursue!"

He carried a horse and shouted excitedly to the King of Wu Mourning in an accent from Weizhou in the Tang Dynasty.

"You're not dead?"

The latter looked at him with satisfaction and said.

"Hulu's arrows can't kill the minister!"

Yang Feng said.

"Then continue to kill Hulu!"

The Martial Mourning Heavenly King roared.

"Kill Hulu, the cloud from the dragon, the wind from the tiger, fame and fortune and dust and earth. Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren. Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven. Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord. Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, kill all Hu Erfang and stop. I am a dignified man, what is Hu Lu as a horse and a cow. The strong man drank the wine in the bowl, and he did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles! ”

Yang Feng began to lead the rhythm again.

I have to say that this moment is still very appropriate, as the only Han regime that has appeared in this land in the past half century, this song is undoubtedly very in line with the psychology of the Ran Wei soldiers, and even the King of Wu Mourning roared along. In this louder and louder roar, then he and Yang Feng fought side by side to kill, the two of them were a peerless fierce general, an old monster who killed hundreds of thousands, and the two horses were almost like two evil dragons, indomitable in the Yan army.