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It was afternoon, the sun was shining and the autumn wind was very hard, and it was a good weather for a fight.

Thirty knights rode their horses on the way from Shanyang to Shenwu.

Xu Le was still leading the way, with a horse spear across the saddle and a victory hook, looking leisurely. It seemed that he was leading only thirty cavalry, and he was not rushing toward a county prefect, but was like hunting with his soldiers and generals on a sunny afternoon.

Xu Le has lived in battle formations throughout the ages, enduring hardships in troubled times, and moving upward in fighting. When it comes to Xu Le, it is still the case. Every time he comes to battle formations, it is like a fish in the water, and it seems that he is destined to eat this bowl of rice.

And the thirty riders, with branches tied behind the horse's tail, rolled up smoke and dust as the war horses moved forward.

Han Yue walked through the front and the rear of the team from time to time, helping Xu Le supervise and organize the formation. With such an assistant, Xu Le saved so much effort.

The shopkeepers seemed to be infected by Xu Le. They didn't have much solemn and nervousness as if they were facing a great enemy, but they had three parts of leisure and leisure. Sitting in various postures on the saddle, many people were humming the village songs that were spread across the Sanggan River Valley.

Although it is a village song, Mayi has been on the front line of Hu and Han for hundreds of years, and has experienced countless bloody battles. The meaning of the song is still full of passion for the frontier. The young man immediately seeks a title of marquis, and the girl pitys the people in the deep boudoir. It is naturally in line with Xu Le's tall and sword-like figure walking in front.

A younger shopkeeper was looking for Han Yue and talking: "Han Da, we have another good fight. If Xiao Liu learned about it, wouldn't he be envious of me?"

Han Yue glared at the young Zhuangke: "You can go and see if he wants to fight with Xiaoliu when you say this."

The young shopkeeper laughed: "As long as Xiao Liu doesn't use bows and arrows, he won't be afraid to fight with him until dark! We have never had a horn to get it, one is half a pound, and the other is eight taels. I'm more powerful than Xiao Liu!"

Han Yue glared at him again, and was about to rush to the front of the team when he was fighting.

The young farmer didn't give up and called Han Yue again: "Han Da, tell me that our troops from Xu Jialu made the Mayi Yue cavalry under Wang Rengong defeated the army and had no military rank. It was really too unlucky. Let Le Langjun give us a military rank."

Han Yue frowned and thought, nodded heavily, and then headed forward after hitting the horse.

The young farmer looked down at the black paint he had drawn from the armor of the Yueqi in Mayi, and then looked at Xu Le's black armor in front. He suddenly pulled his neck and shouted to the front: "Langjun Le, Han Da, let's call him Xuanjiaqi! Xuanjiaqi!"

The surrounding shopkeepers were listening with their ears pricked up and heard the three words, they were all excited, and they all raised their arms and shouted.

"Xuanjia Knight!"

In the sound, Xu Le, who was walking in front of him, felt that these three words suddenly hit his heart.

Suddenly, countless scenes unfolded in front of me. On the side of the mountains, on the shore of the river, on the famous city and the famous city. Facing the endless enemy formations, this team of black armored cavalry has always been moving forward and destroyed!

In the blink of an eye, the illusion disappeared. Xu Le smiled softly, stroked the dragon's mane, and whispered to himself: "It's better to call Xuanjiaqi."

The next moment, Xu Le had already turned cold, took off his horse's spear, held the spear in one hand, and looked slanted towards the sky!

Xu Le had already seen the hills on both sides of the distance retreating quickly to explore the Mayi Yueqi!

The shopkeepers who were making noise later saw Xu Le sending a signal, stopped the noise and moved closer together by themselves, holding the long and short weapons up, and in an instant they formed a solid and unshakable impact array!

Han Yue had already come to Xu Le silently, took off the Shentu shield and covered Xu Le's side.

Xu Le sang: "Xuanjia Rider, let's continue to move forward and try to get the opponent's weight!"

Thirty knights spoke in unison: "No!"

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On the opposite side, looking at the smoke and dust rolling up all over the sky, Mayi Yueqi still made a mess here.

All the teams were in hot air, looking at Wang Fan's banner, waiting for Wang Fan to issue an order.

How to fight? You are the general of the camp, hurry up and make a decision!

Wang Feng stared at the smoke and dust that seemed to be carrying thousands of troops and tumbling up, straightened his eyes and couldn't speak for a long time.

He is a good guard, a Chunliang person with little bad habits, and he is ahead of others and later himself for his subordinates. Whether he is by Wang Rengong or in the Mayi Yue Cavalry, no one can find fault in his behavior.

But it is not suitable for being a general in a battalion, to rule two hundred tigers, to sacrifice their lives, and to compete with the enemy to win the battlefield!

Yueqi Selection Camp was beaten by the enemy in front of him in a blink of an eye and fled in a hurry. Shi Chaozhi's camp had already been wiped out. Now the smoke and dust in the sky were rolled up, and he came straight towards Shanyang City without fear!

A picture had already appeared in Wang Fan's heart. The thousands of Heng'an armored cavalry, led by tigers and wolves such as Liu Wuzhou, Yuan Junzhang, Yuchi Gong, etc., were rushing towards his lonely battalion of Yue cavalry.

Of course, there is also the Lelangjun who suddenly became famous!

In the front line, he kept waving the flag to recognize him, waiting for Wang Feng to order him, urging Wang Feng to move forward. But Wang Feng was still frozen there and motionless. His lips kept squirming, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say another word.

The team in front was in a hot temper, a little impatient, and had already plucked the horse and came straight towards the king and flipped the flag. He shouted loudly from afar: "Master! Fight or retreat?"

Suddenly, the war horses neighed a few times, but the defeated soldiers from the Selected Front Camp had turned their heads and turned around and fled towards Shanyang.

As for whether the morale of the army is shaken, these defeated soldiers of the selection camp will not be cared about. It would be better if the king fled here, the more people they defeated, the more law will not blame the masses. Only these veterans can pass the test safely.

Wang Fan looked at the fleeing soldiers of the Selected Front Camp, and then looked at the fast-paced team under his command, with his expression almost collapsed.

The smoke and dust were getting closer and closer, and a ride suddenly emerged.

It's Xu Le.

The black armor is like lacquer, and the mount is like a dragon. On the surface of the armor, the red lacquer outlines strange patterns, but the ones from far away cannot be distinguished clearly.

Behind him were rows of vague figures of armored horses!

The appearance of the Xuan Armor Knight finally defeated Wang Fan's already fragile psychological defense line. He suddenly pulled the reins, turned around, and then stepped on the abdomen of the mount with a spur. The war horse neighed in pain, raised its head and hooves, and fled towards Shanyang with a thunderous sound!

The dozen or so guards who followed Wang Feng all came from the airborne with Wang Feng. They never dealt with the local old soldiers in the Mayi Yingyang Mansion in the camp. They no longer spoke at this time. They surrounded Wang Feng’s flag and turned their horses and left in a hurry!

Nearly two hundred old soldiers riding in Mayi Yingyang Mansion looked at the scene in amazement, and a Huo Chang with a vicissitudes of face spitted with hatred: "Aristocratic son!"
Chapter completed!