The battle situation was stalemate, it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while, the killing sound on the battlefield was like thunder, and the strong blood qi rose to the sky. The person who is in it is like rain in front of him, and every moment there are companions with blood splattering, limbs flying, screaming to death, and the next person to die may be himself. For the Hu people in northern Xinjiang, this state of madness and chaos is 'exciting' the fierce 'color' buried deep in their 'sexuality'. As a result, even though the proportion of casualties had reached a frightening level, the fighting did not stop at all, but became more and more fierce.

Not far from the battlefield, the Qiyi water flows slowly from west to east, and if you trace the river for about five miles along the river, you can see that the river is half swirling on a rugged slope, and the cliffs on both sides of the river confine the river narrow, and the current that has become turbulent gradually erodes the riverbank, making it more and more steep. At the top of the cliff is a plateau where the Chinese army brigade of the Changshan bandits is stationed.

The platform is surrounded by water on three sides, but the topography is open enough to accommodate thousands of men, and on the east side of the platform there is a natural ramp that leads east to the battlefield where the two armies are fighting. As the battle intensified, groups of cavalry were starting from the terrace, advancing along the ramp and entering the battle.

Unique to talk about several people going against the grain. The head of the man is fat and big, and from a distance, it looks like a mountain of 'meat'. The armor on his body was originally draped, but at this time it was all broken and unpresentable, and the silk silk was loose, and a few armor leaves dragged and bumped on the ground. His left arm hung limply at his side, swaying unnaturally as he walked along, like a boiled water. It looked like there were at least five or six extremely serious fractures, and the arm was considered useless. The arm is like this, and the other injuries on Zhou's body are also tragic. With such a heavy injury, others were afraid that they would have fainted for a long time, but this person was unconscious, and just ran in the direction of the platform.

"Isn't this Yang Fei like Leader Yang? How did it hurt like this? A knight paused beside him for a moment, and immediately exclaimed loudly. When he was about to dismount and rescue, the sharp whistle of the urging army in front sounded repeatedly. The knight hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to urge his horse forward.

The knight recognized it well, and that person was not Yang Feixiang, one of the five great leaders of the Changshan Bandits.

Yang Feixiang was 'shot' by Liu Yao in the previous battle, which should have penetrated the 'chest' and was killed on the spot. But Yang Feixiang was extraordinary after all, and he barely let go of the vital point in front of the arrow, and he was wearing two layers of iron armor, even if he could resist Liu Yao's strong bow and arrows. Therefore, the arrow grazed the heart and stabbed the lobes of the lungs, although the wound was still extremely serious, and finally saved his life for the time being. As for the other injuries on the body, most of them were trampled on after falling from the horse. Most of the people who fall from the horse will be regarded as dying under the iron hooves of the galloping horse, this Yang Feixiang can actually survive, relying on the cover of riding desperately, and he himself is really fateful.

Although he was seriously injured, he was physically strong after all, and he was still staggering and running extremely fast. After a while, he climbed the high platform and came to the main formation of the Chinese army of the Changshan bandits.

The fierce leader of the Changshan thieves in the northern Xinjiang and the former descendant of the Murong clan, who was also incognito, was sitting on Hu's bed and lazily watching the battle. Occasionally, he would turn slightly sideways and talk to a person sitting on his right...... This situation makes people feel completely like they are directing a battle.

That's right, these two ...... Between the two of them is a pair of patterns, on which black and white chess pieces are scattered, and they are playing against each other!

This scene made Yang Feixiang feel a loud buzz in his head. He didn't care about the communication, gasped, and rushed over with a rolling belt: "Big boss! Big boss! This will not work! ”

Yang Feixiang seems to be rough, but he has a lot of combat experience. He hurriedly returned to the Chinese army in order to persuade Murong Longcheng.

For two hours, Murong Longcheng only threw the various units of the Changshan Army into the battlefield one by one, sitting and watching them fight to the death, but he never gained the initiative. The current situation seems to be evenly divided, but in fact, it is extremely unfavorable to Chang Shanjun.

Facing the enemy head-on and very common to bandits. Over the years, they have taken advantage of the benefits of good horses to find flaws and wait for gaps, for a hundred miles, thousands of miles, in and out; The code is based on the danger of the mountains, and the deep mountains and ravines that stretch for thousands of miles are the best barriers. It is not often for them to engage in such hard-to-head battles with the enemy. Relatively speaking, the Jin army has more experienced officers, the Jin people are better at killing in battle formations, and the Jin people's formations are more strict and the mobilization is more orderly.

Such a war of attrition resulted in heavy losses on both sides. But Yang Feixiang knows very well that no matter how weak China and North Korea are, after all, according to the world, even if 10,000 or 100,000 people die, they will easily recruit more soldiers from outside Daijun. And the forces that Changshan Army has been entangled for decades are almost all here...... Fighting to this extent, even if it is a victory, it will be a victory that the Changshan army cannot bear!

Yang Feixiang was heartbroken, anxious, impatient, and at the same time with an almost irrepressible anger. He yelled: "It's not a way to fight like this!" We've got to come up with an idea! ”

Surrounding Murong Longcheng were about two hundred armored cavalry. Some of them are quite old, and some of them have just reached adulthood, although the age difference is very large, but the fierce and fierce expressions are the same. The two hundred cavalry stood solemnly, except for the occasional snort of the horses, but they were silent. Yang Feixiang's roar was particularly abrupt.

But Murong Longcheng looked into the distance leisurely and didn't pay attention to him at all.

Yang Feixiang didn't care about that much, he felt a sharp pain from the arrow that stabbed his lungs, so he coughed and vomited heartbreakingly, spit out thick phlegm with dirty blood, and yelled again: "Big boss!" ”

Murong Longcheng still didn't look at him.

The white-clothed young man sitting beside Murong Longcheng sighed: "The sky is round like a cover, and the place is like a chess game. People in heaven and earth are struggling for their lives on the chessboard. It's just that some people are players, and some people are pawns. ”

Murong Longcheng smiled: "Wen Changshi thinks I'm a gamer, or a chess piece?" ”

The white-clothed young man smiled and said, "The player thinks that Your Excellency is a powerful pawn; And the chess pieces think that you are a skilled player...... Wouldn't it be wonderful at this moment? ”

Murong Longcheng was silent.

"What kind of 'mess' are you talking about?" Yang Feixiang roared. He strode forward, his heavy steps trampling the dust: "Big boss, why do you still have such idle work?" The Jin people are good at fighting, and the brothers have suffered heavy casualties! We can't fight so hard......"

His words stopped abruptly. His eyes widened in astonishment and he took a step back. I tripped over something under my feet and fell to the ground.

This young man in white, Yang Feixiang has clearly seen it! In the general village of the Changshan Army, didn't Murong Longcheng make the decision to fight the Jin army in front of this person?

"You! You...... You are the official of the Jin people, you are the ...... That Wen Qiao! He looked at Murong Longcheng fiercely: "Big boss, how could this Jin dog be here?" ”

Murong Longcheng sighed, grabbed a handful of sunspots and threw them at the chess table: "I've been in turmoil these days. That's it, that's it. ”

Murong Longcheng and Na Wen Qiao talked to themselves, as if he didn't exist at all. What's going on? What's wrong? Yang Feixiang suddenly felt like an idiot. He instinctively sensed as if a terrible undercurrent was about to erupt, and it seemed that there was much more to these days than he knew. A cold sweat broke out on his body, but his mind, which was drowsy from excessive blood loss, could no longer make a judgment.

Yang Feixiang subconsciously pushed the ground hard, wanting to 'stand up', but the things pressed under his palm were a little awkward. Casually throwing a glance over, he waved his hand and pushed the thing away.

That thing must have been on the ground for a long time, and it was this thing that tripped itself up......

When he suddenly recognized what it was, Yang Feixiang screamed in horror!

"Ahh …… Yes! ......" Yang Feixiang let out an unbearable scream, he jerked the thing away, and then chased it back up with his hands and feet, and picked it up again.

That thing was his old friend, one of the five great leaders of the Changshan Army, the head of the Flying Leopard Tujili!