Around me.”

"Wet!" Yan Xiaoyi suddenly jumped up, "Water vapor, it will definitely fog in the past two days!"

Three-eyed tiger laughed, "Yes, it will definitely fog these two days. Look at the thick water vapor, I'm afraid the fog is not small! This is our east wind!"

Yan Xiaoyi stretched out his palm and bent his fingers one by one, only pinching them to make a sound, "God helps me! Come on, pass on my order, the whole army gathers, we need to make some preparations,

When we give the enemy a little color, we will show the majesty of our cavalry battalion of the Northern Army."

The three-eyed tiger saw it very accurately. Just that night, a thin haze began to emerge. As the temperature became lower and lower, the fog became thicker and thicker. By the early morning, it should have been brighter.

But he was still confused and could not see ten meters away from his eyes.

In this fog, Sun Chuanliang's guards still set off. This place was only dozens of miles away from the thousands of ravines that Quan Yifeng attacked Congliang a few months ago. There, Congliang left a small number of people.

The troops were stationed, and after they left thousands of gullies and arrived at Yanchi, a powerful guard team stationed there. When they arrived there, they would return to the team.

Sun Chuanliang, who was eager to return home, led seven thousand guards to camp and advanced forward in the thick fog. Even if it was tens of miles, such weather should have arrived before dark, and it would have been stationed in the thousands of gullies.

The guards should have already met with their outposts.

Shortly after Sun Chuanliang set out, the Xiangzhou Town Army behind the palace also began to set off, and the distance between them was about ten miles apart.

The gap in quality and tactical discipline between the two armies was infinitely amplified by this thick fog. Half a day later, the gap between the two armies had widened twenty miles. Even though the guards were in the thick fog, they still

Maintaining a strict formation, the forwards broke forward and covered with both wings, but the team of Xiangzhou Town began to be slowly lengthened, and the team of eight thousand people sparsely formed a five-way team, groping in the thick fog

As they staggered forward, the soldiers tried to open their eyes so that they could see the figures of their teammates in front without falling behind. As for the marching formation, they were no longer caring about it.

A few miles away from them, a cavalry of thousands of men had been prepared for the impact. Each war horse's hooves were wrapped with soft cloth. More than a thousand war horses stepped on the ground with four hooves, making extremely low sounds.

The Xiangzhou Town Army shouted loudly in the thick fog, calling friends, and even the only sound was drowned.

For the Xiangzhou Town Army, disasters fell from the sky in an instant. The attackers did not come from behind them, but from the flanks.

Yan Xiaoyi jumped out of the thick fog, and in front of him was Xiangzhou Town Army with a dazzling look on his face and staring wide in shock.

"Kill!" Yan Xiaoyi roared, and the sharp sabers swung out one after another, and a bunch of blood marked out, and the enemy on the front and side of the horse were killed!

The sound of killing sounds sounded from the thick fog, and war horses rushed into the queue of Xiangzhou Town Army, wantonly slaughtering the defenseless Xiangzhou Town Army.

The three-eyed tiger's arrow technique was completely useless at this time. In the thick fog, he could not shoot at all. If he mistakenly hit his own people, it would be a big loss. Like Yan Xiaoyi, he waved his saber and was crazy.

Attacking the opponent in the past two years, the depression in his heart completely erupted at this moment.

The Xiangzhou Town Army was attacked by this raid and suddenly became a mess. Listening to the shouts of "The Northern Army Victory" coming from everywhere in the thick fog, they mistakenly thought that Su Dingfang and Anqing Camp behind them had already been chased.

He was even more panicked and ran around in the fog.

These more than a thousand cavalry battalions of the North Envoy Army have held their breath in the past six months. At this time, they finally embarked on a journey of revenge. They all looked like Shura's rebirth, and the King of Hell was reborn, attacking their opponents frantically. (.
Chapter completed!