"Du! Du!" Zong Ze led his troops to come, and the ship sailed through the wind and waves. Tens of thousands of elite soldiers entered the battlefield. As soon as Zong Ze's military flag shook, a black military flag shadow appeared above the troops.

The black flag stretches, bringing strong winds all over the sky.

"Military road - helping the wind." Zong Ze shouted.

The flag rolled, and the next moment, flew down from the clouds and sank into the army, directly covering everyone in the army.

Then the ship's speed suddenly accelerated, and the soldiers who were walking down the wind turned into a torrent with high fighting spirit.

"Fighting and fighting." Tens of thousands of troops supported by military souls were unstoppable and broke through two lines of defense in a row. In the blink of an eye, the army led by Zongze reached the central army.

Yue Fei dared not be careless, and now he condensed the soul of the Beiwei Army.

The most important thing about Yue's army is Beiwei.

The valley wind is ripe and the mountains are tall and tall. No grass will die, and no trees will be shrunk.

It is easy to regret the mountain and the Yue family's army is difficult. The dead tombs at the foot of the mountain and the dead souls in front of the tombs. Only when you walk on the back of the mountain can you be on the shore.

Above the Beiwei Army, a wing of wind and thunder was blew, and the military spirit holding a gun flag stood upright.

"This is the military soul of the Beiwei Army." Fang Mu saw the military soul of the Yue Fei army on the battlefield for the first time.

Since I went to the battlefield, Fang Mu has seen three types of military spirits, each of which is a different category.

For example, the military spirit of the tiger guards, the military spirit of the black flag under Zong Ze's command, and the military spirit of Yue Fei's human form is similar to the military spirit of a mythical creature.

These three types alone cover the categories of beasts, gods and tools.

Two elites collided together.

Fang Mu's eyes hopped.

It is worthy of being an elite force. If an ordinary army suffered such a fierce battle, the morale of the army would collapse and flee in all directions.

But these two armies were like emotionally unsexual war machines, with steel and flesh colliding together, splashing countless blood.

Splashing blood covered the shield and armor.

The two armies had no intention of retreating at all, and they roared wildly and roared.

The strong soldier slammed on his shield with his shield, making a dull sound.

The fierce sword fell down, the shield was cut out of the gap, and the armor was lifted.

A thick spear was pierced from behind, and the armor was twisted and deformed, and then shattered.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Killing screams whistling.

The momentum here overshadows other battlefields around.

After escorting the initial wave of shock, the Beiwei Army gradually fell into a disadvantage.

After all, the time when the Beiwei Army was established was too short, and the biggest difference between it and Zong Ze's Kaifeng Imperial Army was time.

This Kaifeng Imperial Army was accumulated over the past hundred years of Xinsong.

Kaifeng Prefecture claims to have 800,000 imperial guards, and this Kaifeng imperial guard is the elite selected from previous dynasties.

So this elite team has 30,000 people!

But because of the special features of Kaifeng's Imperial Army, Zong Ze is not the only one who can command this army.

Therefore, this army of military souls has a little flaw.

"Impact! Impact! Impact!" Zong Ze stood on the horse's back with a long sword in his hand and roared.

Yue Fei narrowed his eyes. Although Zong Ze commanded 30,000 troops to attack, he found that Zong Ze's command was not smooth.

Sometimes it takes a long time to pass a command to react.

It is like a giant beast with a slow reaction. Although its divine power is infinitely rough and thick, its brain is a bit slow.

Under Yue Fei's command, the Beiwei Army was dispersed.

Then he rotated around the Kaifeng Imperial Army and attacked the Kaifeng Imperial Army with guerrilla force.

The Kaifeng Imperial Army gradually increased after Yue Fei changed his strategy.

However, compared with the overall number of Kaifeng Imperial Army, Beiwei Army is still inferior to that of Kaifeng.

After being restricted, Zong Ze immediately made a decision to break the deadlock, chose to give up the Beiwei Army, and instead massacred other ordinary soldiers around him to eliminate the living forces as much as possible.

Guan Yu led his troops to defeat Guan Sheng and Han Shizhong and turned his horse to kill Zong Ze.

"Cheng Pu, Han Dang, you two generals led the navy to surround them and intercept their way."

"I will obey the order."

Guan Yu led his troops into the Kaifeng Imperial Army from the side.

After entering Kaifeng Imperial Army, Guan Yu found that this army seemed to be "weaker" than the Zanghu Guard he had met before.

It is not the overall combat power, but the single combat power is weaker.

For him, such an army is better to deal with because he can rush into the depths more easily.

Among the thousands of troops, Guan Yu advanced left and right, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was extremely obvious.

"kill!"

Guan Yu killed several generals in a row, getting closer and closer to Zongze.

Zong Ze frowned, his hands sank, and a misty black fog rose from the surrounding army. The black fog covered several miles in a radius, and the next moment it contracted inward, turning into a black fog prison to trap Guan Yu in the middle.

"Military road - draw the land into a prison."

Guan Yu slashed out with one sword, and the black fog prison contracted out elastically. Even if Guan Yu tried his best, he could not make any progress. He had to take back the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

At this moment, Guan Yu only had his own martial power. He wanted to use the sword just now, but for some reason he couldn't use it.

The black mist not only trapped Guan Yu inside, but also blocked other attacks outside.

A soldier shot arrows at Guan Yu, but the arrow fell on the prison and was blocked by black fog.

This prison has no attack power, it simply traps Guan Yu, and also blocks all physical attacks that want to pass through the cage.

"Die!" Just after Guan Yu was trapped, Yang Zaixing, Du Ji and Sun An came out from the side.

The three generals are currently unable to compare with Guan Yu's bravery, but the threat to the Kaifeng Imperial Army is no less than Guan Yu's.

Zong Ze's face changed slightly, but unfortunately there was no longer any other place around him.

If there were two more generals, he could stop these three people. For him now, it would be hard to cook without rice.

The only way to draw the ground into a prison is also used for Guan Yu.

Zong Ze sighed, feeling powerless.

He is not as confident as others, but he is suffering from no one available in his hands.

When Yang Zaixing approached, Zong Ze took the initiative to hold the sword to meet the enemy. He was unwilling to escape, and the soldiers around him fought to protect Zong Ze.

After thirty moves, Yang Zaixing shot Zong Ze down with one shot.

As Zong Ze was dismissed, the painting land that trapped Guan Yu also dissipated.

Since then, this veteran who has blessed the New Song for hundreds of years has no power to turn things around.

The war lasted for a full three hours.

The corpse floated on the river surface, and corpses floated everywhere.

The blood stained the river red.

Zong Ze, Han Shizhong, Zhang Qing and Guan Sheng were captured, and countless other generals were killed or injured.

More than 56,000 enemy heads were killed and more than 67,000 were captured.

All the remaining enemies were missing or fled, because just by the Hun River, some people sank into the river and have not been counted yet.

In the camp, Fang Mu met four people alone.

Among them, Zhang Qing and Guan Sheng were easily persuaded to surrender.

Han Shizhong has an ambiguous attitude and does not surrender easily.

Zong Ze was determined and was determined to die.

Zong Ze said lightly, "I have lived for so long and I have lived enough. I can't tempt my husband with fame and fortune. But I just die. If you give me a sword, I will still think you are a man."

"Don't General Zongze want to see a higher level of scenery? We will have great luck and increase our practice, and you will definitely be able to go to the next level." Fang Mu said.

Zong Ze said calmly, "If it were thirty years ago, I might have been moved, but now... I'll give me some fun."

Seeing that Zong Ze was determined, Fang Mu handed him his sword.

After taking the sword, Zong Ze drew his sword and committed suicide without hesitation.

"The former king, I am here."
Chapter completed!