Seeing that Qin Yuzhi, the marquis, opened his mouth to order, Jiang Daoling, who was a general in Hexi, didn't dare to say anything, after all, Hexi was now weak inside and trapped outside, in case Qin Yuzhi came with Emperor Xia Jing's conquest intention in addition to the Ming Decree, then any words and deeds he had at this moment could lead to Qin Yuzhi being punished and taking Yuecheng by the way.

Under the secret concern of this stubble, Jiang Daoling knelt down to accept it, and Qin Yuzhi did not delay much, and immediately led his troops through Yuecheng and rushed to Longcheng.

In front of Zhaoyang Town, the Hexi army led by the King of Qin was still fighting desperately with the Western Tartars, when the sun set, the sky was dark and cold, under the dark clouds, countless corpses and coagulated blood and dust were mixed, and above the sky, crows and vultures flew in flocks, these scavenging birds and animals were like the messengers of the souls of the underworld, coming here to find the flesh and blood of the dead creatures, to fill their barren hearts.

Before the battle of the Golden Horde, the King of Qin used the flying cavalry as bait, and the weak force and the strong killed continuously, in the end, the Golden Horde's various clans paid attention to all the temptations, plus Yang Mao secretly used fire oil to cover his eyes in the wilderness in front of the west gate of Zhaoyang Town, Pola's siege army did not resist the power of Nangong Bao to come to help, and now, Nangong Bao has led his troops to unite with the King of Qin, facing the front of the Golden Horde.

"Damn the prince of Great Xia, he is so tough!"

At the time of the fierce battle, in the face of the King of Qin's rushing killing, the Golden Horde Ba Tuo scolded loudly, obviously surprised by the power of the King of Qin, but as the king of the nine surname clans, this time he led the nine surname clans to invade Great Xia, in order to obtain the rich land of the Heavenly Empire, if he was defeated, he Yao Luo Ge would be spit under the feet of other clans, and then Yao Luo Ge would not have the slightest power to turn over, and he would always be a slave to the dignity.

Therefore, the King of the Golden Horde tried his best to scold the clans of the tribe to fight bravely, but the King of Qin and the King of the Golden Horde were also in a desperate situation, behind the King of Qin, not only the millions of people in Hexi, but also the imperial power of Great Xia, even though Emperor Xia Jing had previously passed the decree to the King of Qin, in order to seal the high position of peace of mind, but the King of Qin knew that this battle was defeated, if he lived, he would be subject to the new Emperor Longwei, and be the dry bones in the deep palace.

It is these two different results but the same life and death road of the king duel, in the wilderness outside the west city of Zhaoyang Town, 60,000 Western Tartar clan brave cavalry and 30,000 Hexi army fight each other for life and death, not to live, but to leave more life for the people behind before death.

When the Qin King's troops in Nangong Bao with the help of the northwest, from the northwest to break through the extension of the Yao Luo Ge flank formation, for a while, Yao Luo Ge's military heart wavered, its court warrior Alslen immediately led the headquarters to the top, for this Western Tartar general, Nangong Bao had already been in the battle at the moment of the battle to target him, so Nangong Bao pulled the pro-soldiers, the pro-soldiers horn whined, when there were two partial generals from the side to the battle, straight to the tail of the brave cavalry of Alslen.

"Summer mongrel, get out of the way!"

Alslen pulled his horse and rushed across, the big knife in his hand was like a scythe of death, and everywhere he passed, the Hexi Jiashi soldiers were all separated, and some miserable people were cut off by their waists, and the crotch that lost half of his body was still tightly clamped with his mount, allowing the mount to scream in terror and run wildly, and finally died under the knife and spear.

"Tartar, die!"

Before Arsleng rushed to the king of Qin to forty or fifty, Nangong Bao's partial generals Zhou Tong and Han Cong led their teams to rush in on light horses, and both sides were red at a glance, like a bull colliding.

At this moment, Alslen's big knife fell with the wind, Zhou Tong raised his arm to resist with a gun, but the handle of the gun was cut off by the blade, and in an instant, Zhou Tong's breastplate was shattered, and the big knife cut Zhou Tong from his shoulder to his waist and cut off two pieces.

"Mixed breed, take your life!"

Seeing how good a brother was killed in an instant, Han Cong went crazy into the hungry wolf's eyes and was, and in the next second, Han Cong rushed up, Alsleng turned around and turned the knife, but Han Cong was crazy and fast, and the spear was as straight as a white wolf attacking the moon, even so, Alslen's thick waist armor was slowed down, and Han Cong's killing move was broken, just this instantaneous change, Arsleng's blood-filled blade struck again, right in Han Cong's head, on the occasion of life and death, Arslen opened and closed, and all the flaws were out, with the heart of the Tartar, Xia people must die first, But Han Cong, a Xia soldier general, had long been numb to life and death at this moment, not to mention that his brother had died tragically, the heart-rending pain was simply incomparable.

With an instant roar, Han Cong threw away the bronze gun, bowed over the horse, and slashed himself with the horizontal knife at his waist.

In the next second, Han Cong's half-pulled arm was cut off by Arslen's big knife, and he flew out, and the blood was like a gushing out, but a moment before Han Cong died, the horizontal knife also stabbed into the armor lock between Alslen's waist armor at a tricky angle, and after a crisp sound, the pain in Alslen's waist suddenly broke out, obviously a knife into the flesh.

"Xia people and brutes!"

Alslen shouted and scolded, the big knife struggled back, directly picked Han Cong off the mount, and immediately drowned in the iron cavalry array, but Alslen was also injured because of this, he did not slow down, sideways, King Qin had rushed to the front, a bright light in an instant, Alslen's huge head left his neck and flew to the sky, for a moment, Alslen only felt that the sky was spinning, as if everything had stopped, but after this moment, Alslen fell into a deep sleep.

"For His Royal Highness the King of Qin, kill, kill, kill!"

After His Royal Highness the King of Qin rushed to fight and killed Arslen, a hundred steps away to the array, Nangong Bao howled angrily, although he watched his subordinates kill one after another, but the battlefield was like this, he could not change it, if he wanted more Xia brothers to survive, then the only way was to defeat the Western Tartar as soon as possible and defeat the Golden Horde.

In front of the Golden Horde array, because Arslen was beheaded by the King of Qin and fell off his horse, this was a great blow to the brave cavalry of the Yao Luo Ge clan, and for a while, the formation of the Yao Luo Ge brave cavalry began to be chaotic, and behind the cavalry of the King of Qin, Shebule led his troops to catch up in a hurry, but when he saw Nangong Bao and other Hexi reinforcements fighting with the King of Qin, Shebule was heartbroken.

"Damn, how did Xia Bing's battle formation change so quickly?"

In the chaos and scolding, no one can respond, on this momentary hesitation, the king of Qin used the flying cavalry as the killing momentum, and went straight to the king of the Golden Horde, and the Tartar in front of the king of the golden horde was irresistible, at least in terms of momentum, it was no longer comparable to the king of Qin. Seeing this, Scheebler immediately called out to his troops to ride bravely and march slowly, he had a feeling that the battlefield was about to change!