For Li Congjing, if there is anything that is most familiar in this world, it is undoubtedly a battlefield battle. For him, it was the second instinct second only to the breath, something that had long been ingrained into the marrow.

Since the fight came to this world, Li Congjing has been preparing for war, and he has not hesitated to sharpen his sword for ten years. When Li Congjing joined the army, it was when Li Cunqiao was successful in the world and wanted to establish a great cause, and all kinds of conquests were never stopped. Li Congjing came to this era, as if he was born for war.

Battle, that is a bloody word, for Li Congjing, it is also a word that interprets life.

There is no greater achievement in the world than to stabilize the country and secure the country. Since Li Congjing has this great ambition, he must fight for it, conquer the world, and then pacify the world.

Yelu Enemy Lie wanted to take the Sanggan Pass, and wanted to cooperate with the Khitan army on the eastern front in the future, attack Youyun on both sides, capture his Lulong Kyushu, and then set foot on the Central Plains, which Li Congjing would not agree to if he died.

Since they didn't agree, there was only one war.

The feeling of holding the horse lance in his hand is very cordial and very steady, Li Congjing met the oncoming Khitan sergeant, and he stabbed the horse lance out at the shortest route, the fastest speed, and at the most appropriate time, as he had done countless times before!

As if spiritual, the horse lance slid over the side of the Khitan centurion's long knife, and the sharp tip pierced the opponent's throat countless times with precision. Li Congjing's wrist flicked, and the blade of the horse lance turned sharply in the opponent's throat, and his head poked out from the side of his neck. In the turn of this thorn, most of the flesh and bones on the neck of the Khitan centurion were missing, and his crooked head swayed weakly, depicting the other party's frozen expression of fear and consternation.

The war horse galloped, driving Li Congjing to move forward among the Khitan soldiers. After the horse lance in his hand was stabbed out, he did not take it back, and with the impact of the war horse, he stabbed the second Khitan sergeant off the horse. In front of him, he shouted and slashed the saber, forming an impenetrable wall of knives, as if he would be chopped to pieces of meat in the next moment. But he had no fear, no fear, not even nervousness, and such a scene was certainly very dangerous, and there was no room for distraction and mistakes, but for him, it was just a normal thing.

Li Congjing lowered his body and dodged the saber slashed by a Khitan sergeant, and the blade swept overhead, bringing a gust of wind, which felt very terrifying. Li Congjing looked calmly ahead, retracted the lance in his hand in front of him, and blocked several sabers that were slashed almost at the same time. As soon as the lance made contact with the sabre, his arm exerted force again, and the lance pressed the saber down and swept it across at the same time.

Where the blade passed, a piece of flesh flew up, and a bright red blood mist bloomed in the air, like a blooming moon season.

From beginning to end, Li Congjing's gaze never moved for half a minute, and what was reflected in his pupils was always the Khitan soldiers who kept coming in front of him, the hideous faces that shouted, the sabers that kept swinging, and the murderous aura that seemed to be in substance. In the midst of thousands of troops, Li Congjing could feel every murderous gaze of the enemy, but no matter what he faced, he just waved the long lance in his hand.

The long lance cut off the head of a murderous and constantly screaming Khitan sergeant, and wiped out his erect momentum in an instant, Li Congjing's arm was raised, and the long lance was slashed in the other direction, and the arm of a Khitan sergeant who was smiling and swinging a knife at him was cut off Qi Gen, and the Khitan sergeant who thought he was extremely brave and fierce, and his hideous laughter immediately turned into a scream. And when Li Congjing passed by him without squinting, he was immediately cut off by the guards behind Li Congjing!

In the face of the Tang Dynasty border army, they often screamed again and again when they fought, all wanting to intimidate the border soldiers, and then suddenly waved their knives to wound and kill the border soldiers, which is the fighting style they are proud of. With this, they have achieved a lot of results in the battle with the Tang border army.

But in front of Li Congjing, these arrogant Khitan soldiers unexpectedly found that their intimidation could not move the Tang general in front of him at all, and in his calm and silent eyes, it seemed that there would never be their faces, and their exaggerated and domineering movements were only ahead. This made these Khitan barbarians angry, and they swung their swords hard, wanting to use their proud brute strength to kill this Tang general. However, before their knives fell, the opponent's lance had already pierced their chests and throats, picked off their arms, and cut off their heads!

They were angry, puzzled, and unwilling, but this did not prevent them from falling off their horses and being trampled into flesh by the surging hooves of the Tang army. In front of the Tang general, who was as calm as ice and snow and as silent as a green mountain, they found powerlessly that all their fighting skills had no effect, and what made them even more frightened was that the Tang general's shot was too fast, so fast that they didn't have time to parry, and they lost the qualification to fight, which was simply incomprehensible to these Khitan warriors who won a hundred battles on the grassland!

A Khitan commander saw Li Congjing kill the Khitan soldiers in front of him effortlessly, but he was always able to avoid all kinds of killing opportunities at the last moment, so as to continue to harvest the lives of his subordinates unharmed, he couldn't help it anymore, desperate, let his subordinates make a way for him, violently urged the war horse, rushed towards Li Congjing, raised the saber inlaid with sapphires from the Western Regions, and slashed at Li Congjing on the spot!

His movements are fast, and his strength is big enough, and he can become the commander of the Khitan elite horse, not by luck, but by strength. This commander of a thousand tribes has killed many commanders of other tribes, commanders of ten thousand commanders, and even members of the royal family, and now, he uses his bravery to kill the previous Tang general who is so invincible that he can't stand it.

"Don will die! I am Yelu, the commander of the thousand soldiers under the command of the North Courtyard Yili Sumire...... "The commander of the thousand soldiers shouted murderously with a fierce look in his eyes.

Then, he saw that the Tang general only turned his head slightly sideways, and did not look at him more, and then the other party's arm slashed, and before he could see whether his treasure knife had fallen on the other party's body, he suddenly felt that his whole body was light. His eyes widened in astonishment and dazedness, only to find himself moving away from his men. He lowered his head, and his pupils were suddenly filled with fear, because he found that he didn't have a lower body! All he saw was the upper body that was bleeding non-stop, and batches of bloody things were falling from his chest with a clatter.

Finally, in the last moments of losing consciousness, he found the lower half of his body that was still on the horse's back, and the lower half of his body, which was tumbling off the horse's back like a flesh millstone.

In the endless Khitan army array, Li Congjing was full of Khitan soldiers in front of him, and they, driven by war horses, rushed towards him at a gallop and swept past him.

Li from Jing poked out, the blade pierced into the face of a Khitan sergeant, and when the other party howled in unbearable pain, he subconsciously threw away the saber in his hand, and wanted to grab something on his face, the long lance in Li Congjing's hand had already swept another Khitan sergeant off the horseback!

The Khitan sergeant whose face was blurred with flesh and blood and his face bones broken into pieces was still howling miserably, and when his hands were scratching his face, the soldiers of the Datong Army who rushed to him swung a knife and slid it over his neck, immediately stopping his miserable howl. Immediately, his body was picked up by the later Datong army soldiers, and he fell heavily into the Khitan army formation, knocking down two Khitan barbarians who were trying to wave their knives at other Datong army soldiers.

Li Congjing's galloping horse's hooves made a centurion with a figure of five big and three thick red-eyed, and when he ran in front of Li Congjing, he actually abandoned the sword soldier, jumped up from the horse, and pounced on Li Congjing!

Li Congjing raised his head, and there was a slight movement in his facial muscles, and immediately, the long lance in his hand hit the centurion hard, sweeping his body weighing three hundred catties back. There was a crisp sound of bones breaking in mid-air, and the centurion's eyes were already dead before he fell into the Khitan army, and his breath had been cut off.

The vision in front of him gradually became broader, and when Li Congjing stabbed the last Khitan sergeant, there was no Khitan barbarian in front of him, only the sunset that had fallen into the horizon. As the sun was approaching, Li Congjing turned his horse's head, his eyes showing the whole picture of the entire battlefield, and he knew what he had done again.

A long time ago, whenever Li Congjing killed an enemy formation, he would be glad that he had survived this round of fighting. Later, when he led the Hundred Battles Army to break through the formation again and again, and occasionally turned back, he would think that he would not be responsible for the commander of the army after all, and he led the soldiers who fought with him to take another step towards the end of survival.

How many times have such scenes been made, Li Congjing can't remember. He knew that his father, Li Siyuan, must have been killed from the enemy army countless times, and with his subordinates, he saved his life and earned glory and wealth.

The soldiers fight with you, and the soldiers die with you, and as the commander-in-chief, you have the responsibility to bring them off the battlefield alive, which is the minimum responsibility and duty of the commander of an army.

And today, in this foreign land that does not belong to Li Congjing's domain, Li Congjing led a group of soldiers who had never met two days ago to break through the Khitan army's military formation. Although the battle was far from over, and it was far from victory, Li Congjing's heart suddenly had a glimmer of realization at this moment.

In the face of the Khitan barbarians, behind him Li Congjing, there was no guard office, no military intelligence office, no hundred battle army, no Datong army, only one army, that is the Tang army! In the face of the aggressor, behind him, there is only one person, and that is the Don!

He is the general of the Tang Army, he is the guardian of the Tang Dynasty, he wants to lead the soldiers behind him, lead the Tang people behind him, and walk off the battlefield alive, and he will work with them to defeat all the enemies who come to attack.

At this moment, he wanted to say loudly: Those who offend my Tang Tianwei will be punished even if they are far away!