The weather in the North is never good. As soon as autumn arrives, fierce winds sweep across the entire plains, and the army roars and surges, with the sound of horses' hooves like thunderous war drums as they gallop across the battlefield.
On the vast plains, bloody corpses swept across the entire land of Lichuan, and a massive army surged out from the Yinshan Mountains like a tidal wave, with arrows flying down like a dense tide.
The north wind blew across the blood-soaked battlefield. On the vast battlefield, Helian Ye, riding his horse, quietly watched the Libei army charge out of the valley, his gaze fixed on the leading man.
The sky and earth were gloomy, the rolling wind was mixed with the deafening sounds of fighting, and the air was filled with the stench of blood and decay.
Yan Beimo, dressed in military attire, rode a fine horse, a long sword in his hand. Bright red blood flowed down the tip of the sword, seeping into the soil and silently engulfing everything.
The massive, dark army was like a vast chasm, and the charging forces from both sides swept across the land like an unstoppable torrent.
The two exchanged a glance from afar without speaking, but their eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.
This was the first real meeting between the two since they left the northern frontier. During this period, the Western Regions and the Great Qi were constantly at war. Last year, the Great Qi emperor personally led a northern expedition, and the wars, large and small, lasted for more than eight months, during which they had not met.
This time, the Western Regions and the Northern Capital joined forces to besiege the Great Qi. The Northern troops were forced to Yinshan by the Northern Capital's Yan army and fought for several days. Then, 50,000 Eagle Army troops from the Western Regions arrived and surrounded the entire Yinshan. They set fire to Yinshan and forced the Northern troops to fight their way out of the valley. Only then did they meet on the battlefield.
The warplanes soared high in the sky, while crows swooped down, cawing and devouring the bright red flesh.
Helian Ye stared at the person opposite him, the veins on his hand holding the reins bulging, and a pair of bewitching, glassy eyes churning with murderous intent.
In their youth, the two had clashed at the border. As young prodigies, they were all unruly and held military power. They were evenly matched on the battlefield and were adversaries.
It's a pity that they had different political stances and fought for their respective countries. Ten years have passed, and it's time for things to come to an end.
A water-green figure suddenly flashed through his mind. He narrowed his eyes slightly, drew his sword, and realized that they could only be mortal enemies in this lifetime. In terms of imperial ambitions, power, and women, they were the victors.
A cold wind howled past, and the warhorse suddenly reared up and neighed, galloping into the vast battlefield.
Yan Beimo looked at the people charging towards him, his dark pupils were terrifyingly calm, so still that there was not a trace of light, like a bottomless whirlpool at the bottom of the sea, ready to swallow people up.
"kill!"
A calm voice, imbued with internal energy, slowly rose amidst the roars of a thousand troops.
The gloomy sky seemed about to collapse, and across the vast and desolate plains, the sounds of battle roared and wailed.
In the distant valley, countless black armors gleamed, their silhouettes winding across the mountainside. A man in a black robe stood silently atop the peak, overlooking the fierce battle that was raging for life.
"Your Majesty, shall we go and provide assistance?"
Li Mingzhuo looked at the man in front of him who hadn't moved and asked him in confusion.
"Although the Northern Army has been trapped in Yinshan for many days and has less than 20,000 men, the Emperor of Great Qi is no pushover. If this drags on, the arrival of Great Qi's reinforcements will be detrimental to us."
He really couldn't understand His Majesty's meaning. The Northern Capital and the Western Regions had joined forces to kill the Emperor of Great Qi, and the time was ripe. Why did His Majesty suddenly stand idly by and break his promise? Breaking an alliance before the war was a major taboo.
As Shen Yan listened to the voices of the generals behind him, his unrestrained expression remained calm and undisturbed. The cold wind blew past the hem of his clothes, and his eyes were so cold that nothing could stir any change in him.
The deafening sounds of battle were like the roar of dragons, and the clashing of weapons proclaimed the horror of this bloody war.
He watched the battle raging across the plains in silence, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "I want them all to die."
A series of muffled thunderous roars echoed from the northern horizon, and the battlefield was filled with a deluge of blood and corpses, with dark, swarming soldiers stretching across the entire Lichuan Plain.
A biting wind howled and raged under the sky, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves echoed across the wilderness. Limbs and corpses lay scattered everywhere.
With a loud bang, a violent roar suddenly erupted in the gray sky.
Upon hearing the signal, Shen Yan looked up at the sky and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Bai Xun was startled, a sense of unease rising in his heart. "Your Majesty, the Northern Yan reinforcements have arrived."
"We still couldn't stop Yuwen Yong---"
The indifferent voice was so soft that it didn't evoke the slightest emotion, and in the raging, gloomy wind, it didn't even cause a ripple.
Bai Xun frowned. The Western Regions and they were on guard against each other. Before the battle, Helian had Yuwen Yong keep a close eye on the Yan army. His Majesty also knew that he was on guard and specially sent Shen Kuo to lead the troops.
General Shen couldn't possibly be no match for Yuwen Yong; what exactly happened?
"Your Majesty, could it be someone from the Great Qi Emperor? After the battle in Xichuan a couple of days ago, that scoundrel Wang Hezhan has been missing ever since."
At the edge of the vast, boundless sky, a war eagle cried out mournfully, and the sounds of fierce fighting, accompanied by the clanging of weapons, reverberated across the entire plain. Limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, a sight that sent chills down the spines of onlookers.
Shen Yan stared at the two figures fighting, his eyes indifferent and without any change in expression.
A fierce wind swept across the battlefield, which reeked of blood. Countless heads fell in dense clusters, blood flowed freely, severed limbs flew everywhere, and corpses littered the earth.
He watched the two figures, one in black and one in red, fighting indifferently, and then turned around lightly.
"Keep a close eye on them. Whoever comes out, kill them."
"yes."
The Lichuan Plain stretches across the entire border, with a vast natural barrier separating the mountains on both sides. Night shrouds the entire sky, and the Northern Yan army sweeps across the entire river with unstoppable momentum.
When Shen Yan led his troops to block their way, he saw Yuwen Yong at the head of the army. Yuwen Yong looked at the army blocking their way with a vicious and furious expression.
Under the dark sky, the two men stared at each other, their roars, imbued with internal energy, piercing through the air and sweeping across the battlefield.
"The mighty Northern Emperor has actually broken his promise and torn up the alliance. If word gets out, the entire Northern Capital will become a laughing stock!"
The wind blew, and the earth seemed to tremble.
Shen Yan looked indifferently at the angry Northern Yan soldiers and listened to the generals' angry denunciations of injustice. There was no human voice.
Provocative words rang out fiercely, and angry rebukes and curses rose and fell, filling the entire plain.
The soldiers of Beidu were so angry that they drew their swords, but seeing that the leader remained indifferent and showed no reaction, they suppressed their anger.
After everyone finished cursing, Shen Yan gently waved his hand behind him and said indifferently, "Kill him!"
War was imminent. Tens of thousands of soldiers charged down in unison, brandishing their swords. The blinding glint of their blades was terrifyingly bright across the entire battlefield.
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