The Great Sun is in the sky.
A murderous aura spread in all directions.
Liu's clan has more than 6,000 troops.
Zong Wu was wearing cloth armor and holding a long spear to guard Wu Castle.
Five miles away.
The Red Cliff Army was resting on a plain.
Wang Xiong stroked his horse's mane and gazed at the vast Crow Castle in the distance.
"My lord."
"I request to fight." Gan Ning stepped forward."I'm the vanguard. How can I rest with the main army and not fight at the front?"”
"What's the hurry?"
Wang Xiong said calmly.
"Here."
Gan Ning immediately gave up.
Liao Hua stared into the distance and said in a deep voice,""They took the initiative to send troops."
Not far away.
The Liu clan's formation.
They had already begun to move forward.
His footsteps shook the earth.
The marching footsteps swept up a large amount of yellow soil, forming a strange scene that covered the sky and the sun.
"Prepare for battle."
"Prepare for battle."
Gan Ning and Liao Hua's expressions changed dramatically.
Amidst the furious cries, the Red Cliff Army soldiers who were resting quickly put on their armor and got into formation.
"Wang Hu."
Liao Hua mounted his horse and shouted angrily," You better carry the flag for me. If you fall into the formation, not only will you be punished, but everyone will be punished."”
"Here."
Centurion Wang Hu shouted.
Red Cliff's flag was the symbol of an army, comparable to Wang Xiong.
When two armies fought, if the flag was destroyed, the morale of the army would collapse.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The army approached from afar.
Everywhere he looked, six thousand families were lined up.
In the front row, Liu Ying rode his horse and held his saber. Beside him stood the flag of the Liu Clan.
"Swoosh."
Wang Xiong mounted his horse.
He reached out and picked up the halberd that was stuck in the ground.
The two armies faced each other.
Three thousand Red Cliff soldiers versus six thousand Liu clansmen.
A killing intent rushed towards the bullfight, stirring up the dusty battlefield.
"Wang Zhengnan."
Liu Ying's eyes were filled with contempt.
Back then, when he was on the battlefield, Wang Xiong was still a young son.
Now, the Yellow Turban Army of Tianyue Mountain had transformed into the Red Cliff Army that occupied Haiying. It was truly laughable.
"It's useless to talk too much."
"Red Cliff will win."
Wang Xiong swung his halberd and charged forward.
The Red Cliff Army and the Liu Clan were existences that couldn't be reconciled.
He was confident that he would win this battle. A mere Liu Ying and six thousand Zong Wu wouldn't be a roadblock for the Red Cliff Army.
"Fight!"
"Red Cliff will win."
Gan Ning and Liao Hua led the charge.
Fearless in battle.
Red Cliff will win.
It was already a belief that had fused into his bones and blood.
The three thousand soldiers fearlessly charged towards the six thousand Zongwu.
"Kill them."
Liu Ying pointed his saber forward.
Six thousand Zongwu also charged forward.
The war began.
Everyone's blood surged as they attacked Yingtian.
His footsteps swept up the sand and dust, completely disrupting the plains.
Three miles.
Two miles.
Five hundred steps.
Three hundred steps.
The shouts and shouts had gradually died down.
What followed was a rain of arrows like locusts.
The metal and stone clashed and resonated with each other. The iron hooves swept through the scorching aura of war.
"Boom!"
Wang Xiong charged forward.
His eyes were filled with a monstrous ferocity.
He had lived through a thousand years and lived his second life.
In this life, he wouldn't and didn't want to be under others, and he wouldn't accept others 'restrictions.
Under the charge of the warhorses, the halberd in his hand swept across the battlefield like a jade pillar.
"Pfft."
The halberd struck the void.
The blade of the halberd was like the moon, slashing out a ten-foot-long silver light.
Fresh blood splattered on the battlefield, and the heads of the Zong Wu soldiers were thrown into the dust. It was bloody and terrifying.
"Kill them!"
Wang Xiong's gaze was like a knife as he slaughtered the crowd.
He brandished his halberd to the extreme, and every strike carried great power.
The halberd's blade was incomparably sharp, cutting through the cloth armor of the Zong Wu soldiers without any resistance, dismembering their flesh and bones on the battlefield.
At this moment.
Gan Ning and Liao Hua entered the arena.
The three thousand Red Cliff soldiers used the gap that Wang Xiong had created to charge into the six thousand clan formation.
The despots plundered the fields and the aristocrats enslaved the people. They were all commoners who had been forced into Mount Tian Yue, and they were the unyielding soldiers of Red Cliff.
Very quickly.
Wails echoed throughout the plains.
The Red Cliff Army was like cutting melons and vegetables, destroying the entire army.
A few miles of plain and green land were dyed red with blood and filth by organs.
At the center of the battlefield.
Wang Xiong was still charging.
He held a long saber in one hand and a halberd in the other.
His armor was soaked in blood, but his eyes were still fixed on the flag of the Liu Clan.
The two armies fought.
The commander died and the flag fell.
This meant that one of the armies had been defeated, and the remaining soldiers would only disperse in a hubbub. Therefore, his goal was to kill the general and seize the flag.
The wind howled.
The wails resounded in the wilderness.
The six thousand Zongwu soldiers trembled and began to avoid the blade in fear.
The strength of the Red Cliff Army was far beyond their imagination. Their blades were sharp and their armor was sturdy. They were countless times stronger than the armaments of the main force.
"Bastard!"
Liu Ying looked at the chaotic Zong Wu and was exasperated.
"Liu Ying."
"You should die."
Wang Xiong charged into the center of the enemy forces alone.
A blood-stained halberd with a few pieces of flesh hanging from it pointed forward.
"Thief."
"An Neng can kill me."
Liu Ying rode forward with a knife and scolded coldly.
"Die."
Wang Xiong roared.
The warhorses were psychic and resonated with the strong killing intent.
With the momentum to break the formation, it carried the weight of nearly 200 jin and sprinted across the battlefield.
The formation of ten thousand troops and the fiendish momentum of 'I am the first', completely crushed the remaining Liu Clan troops.
At that moment.
They were stunned on the spot.
Under his gaze, the warhorse stood up.
A heavy halberd smashed down from the sky, shattering the blade and smashing Liu Ying's head into pieces. Yellow and white objects splattered on the faces of the surrounding Liu clan members.
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