In the second year of Mingyang, the eastern border of Liangyang was Tangxunzhou.

Autumn wind and setting sun.

The fiery red golden crow military flag is roaring in the desolate wind.

The silver-armored general under the flag held a golden spear in his hand, and couldn't help but frown when he listened to the howling of the eagle in the sky.

This is a crucial battle. If you win, you can drive the rebels out of Liangyang's territory and pursue them again. Maybe you can end this long war in a short time; but if you lose, then the many lost lands that have been recovered over the past year may fall into the hands of the rebels again.

Thinking of this, the young general turned his head unconsciously and looked at the country and the country behind him.

"General Yan." The army supervisor on the side suddenly said in a deep voice: "Luoyang Chuanxin said that this battle is only allowed to win, not lose."

"I know." Yan Yuanjie turned his head and looked ahead, with no emotion in his tone. After saying that, he rushed to the center of the two armies and shouted: "Who dares to fight me?"

This roar was like a dragon roar, and it was not only the rebels, but also some of the soldiers in Liangyang were frightened.

Although this young general treated his subordinates harmoniously and kindly, he was not so kind to his enemies.

"Me!" A man with disheveled hair and leopard skin walked out of the military formation. He looked at the young man in silver armor in front of him, as if thinking about where to stab his sickle.

"Yan Yuanjie." The young man in silver armor bowed his head slightly.

"Liang Po Qin!" The man in the leopard skin waved his sickle and shouted loudly, making the entire battlefield hear the name.

In the Liangyang army formation, the military advisor followed the army shouted in a low voice: "Lian defeated Qin."

"Who is it?" asked another young soldier.

"It's normal that you didn't know the name of this just joined the army, but you must have heard of his name as the God of Death in the market." A cold sweat broke out on the military advisor's forehead. "He was the number one general under the King of England. When Liang Yang destroyed Yong Qin, he broke the defense line composed of seventy-two generals of Yong Qin alone. He was either pierced through his head, or he broke his belly and pulled his intestines off. He died extremely miserably!"

"This is the origin of the name of destroying Qin!"

"Can General Yan beat him?"

For a moment, the army of Liangyang was shaken, and even the sound of war drums stopped for a moment. Although Yan Yuanjie led them to recover most of the lost land, how could it be compared with the God of Death who destroyed a country?

Lian Poqin Yangtian laughed a few times, "Boy, don't think that you have the courage to be unworthy of thousands of people after recovering a few pieces of lost land. You are too young in front of me!"

Yan Yuanjie held the horse with a gun and did not make any statement.

Lian Poqin raised his eyebrows, "Boy, how about we bet?"

"I hope to hear the details." Yan Yuanjie said lightly.

"You and I have a man's duel. If I lose, our army will take back our weapons and leave Liangyang territory without stopping. If I win, you will give in to Tangxunzhou, what?" Lian Poqin pointed to the underground.

"It's your choice." Yan Yuanjie said lightly and came with a gun.

The wind blew up at the head of the gun, accompanied by a dragon roar, and countless gun shadows appeared.

Lian Poqin's pupils shrank. Although Yan Yuanjie was a general, he was neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither floating nor arrogant, and even spoke without the aura of the general. However, just one glance at his gun made Lian Poqin, who was known as the God of Death, sweat.

In the gun, he seemed to see a dragon!

"Drink!" Lian Po Qin Ruo shouted, flipped the sickle in his hand around, and slashed towards Yan Yuanjie's war horse. Yan Yuanjie immediately slammed the gun and blocked the sickle. Then he pressed the place where the gun tassel was shrouded with his left hand and actually picked the sickle into the sky.

Lian Poqin was startled and spun up from the saddle, trying to regain his sickle. After Yan Yuanjie, he threw out the spear and knocked the sickle away. Then the spear fell back into his hand.

When Lian Poqin fell to him, a gun was already pointing at him.

"Retreat. Thinking of your contribution to Liangyang's territory in the past, I will not kill you." Yan Yuanjie pointed the gun at his throat.

Lian Poqin looked at the spear and sighed: "I am still old after all, and I am no longer the brave general galloping on the battlefield. In the past, I used to point my sickle to others, but no one pointed at me with a sharp weapon."

Yan Yuanjie said: "There will always be some young people, just like you who killed the enemy for the country back then, or me now."

"Boy, do you want to die on the battlefield?" Lian Poqin asked suddenly.

Yan Yuanjie frowned, "No."

"At that time, if Liang Yang did not take the initiative to attack, the important land in the west would probably be included in the territory of Yongqin. How could a man not join the army? And now you and I are on the battlefield, how could there be no reason not to die in the battlefield?" Lian Poqin looked directly at Yan Yuanjie's eyes.

"Maybe I will make this choice in the future. But now, I still have things to do and I can't die here!" Yan Yuanjie shouted.

"Now, I want to force you to make the only choice! Only when you die can Liang Yang's defense line break through again!" Lian Poqin suddenly ran forward and ran into Yan Yuanjie's splashing blood, "Your Majesty Ying knew that he was met back then must be repaid. I am a martial artist, willing to use this useless body to break the country's door!"

"Get a skill!" A loud shout came from the rebels.

"The fate and glory of soldiers is to die on the battlefield! Not in the filth!" Lian Poqin used his last breath to emphasize this sentence, and then closed his eyes.

Suddenly, five men in hunting clothes appeared quietly around Yan Yuanjie. Without exception, they were holding a yellow talisman in their hands and chanting a spell. An illusory formation spread out at their feet.

The blood on Lian Poqin's corpse instantly spread, building a blood-colored cage that enveloped Yan Yuanjie.

"This is!" A soldier in Liangyang's army said in surprise.

"It's the Onmyoji. This kind of Taoist priest is almost extinct in Jiuzhou. He must have come from Fusona. Unexpectedly, they even hid this move!" The military advisor stood up in a hurry, "The Yin-Yang Technique is strange and unpredictable. General Yan is afraid that he can't hold on! The three armies obey orders! Charge and break the prison!"

A light cavalry rushed out first, but before he could reach Yan Yuanjie, he was touched by the Yin-Yang formation. The man and the horse instantly turned into a pool of blood and merged into the blood prison.

"Stop!" The military advisor shouted angrily, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He hurriedly looked at the military supervisor beside him, wanting to ask him about the Yin-Yang technique. But the military supervisor was drinking leisurely like a person who was fine, as if Yan Yuanjie's death had nothing to do with him.

"Damn it! Once he dies, I, Liangyang Kingdom, will be finished." The military advisor was considering whether to launch a charge.

At this moment, a thunder sounded in the sky.

A spear broke through the air and stabbed into the Yin-Yang Formation. In an instant, the blood jail and the formation suddenly became vanished.

"An Guojun, come and help!" The woman's voice resounded throughout the battlefield, "Run!"

For a moment, the sound of killing was everywhere.

Yan Yuanjie watched the reinforcements rush forward and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, a woman with a spear on her back rode forward, lifted up the mask on her face, revealing her majestic and cold face below.

"Hello." She stretched out her hand to Yan Yuanjie.

"My name is Meng Daishan."

PS: The third article begins

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