Xiao Yan was in the iron armored ghost face, and was in the iron cavalry line.

Countless torches were rising and falling around Xiao Yan, and the light and shadow transformed, hovering and flying in the night like a golden dragon.

Looking at Feiyuan Fortress, which was lying high in the mountains, squatting there quietly. No one knows whether the Feiyuan Fortress is still in the hands of its own military horses. No one knows whether the Jurchen army is waiting for him!

Yang Keshi was guarding Xiao Yan tightly, Yang Delin Bao's top general, and Guo Rong, the pretty guard, were even more inseparable.

Xiao Yan's eyes just fell on Feiyuan Castle.

Suddenly, a fire light appeared on Feiyuan Castle, dancing towards the army coming from the north. And a faint sound of drums and trumpets came.

It is the standard communication drum horn in the Song army!

And in the north, there was also a shout, which was torn to pieces by the sound of iron hooves around me. But I could still tell it vaguely.

This is a roar that squeezed out from countless chests, just three words.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Under Xiao Yan's ghost face, his eyes turned to guard everyone around him.

"What are you waiting for? Just step forward and let go and kill! Crush everything in front of us!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: My legs hurt a little better today, I can code one or two thousand words more.

It was still a result of eight hours of hard work.

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Chapter completed!