Chapter 891 Flying Tigers invade the camp!

The members of the three teams quickly came in front of Qiao Shefei, An Miceu and Kufens, blocked them firmly behind them, and set up their formation.

Dozens of figures were arranged in an orderly manner, with their qi intertwined, forming an impenetrable line of defense, looking at Si Yan vigilantly.

Countless thoughts flashed through Si Yan's mind in an instant. Although he had managed to defeat the joint attack of three people, he was already at the end of his strength.

If he continued to chase at this time, he would probably be surrounded by the Netherworld Legion. By then, even he would find it difficult to escape unscathed.

What's more, he has a bigger responsibility and can't let it be ruined because of a momentary impulse.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm the waves in his heart. A strong sense of unwillingness was like a caged beast, roaring in his heart, trying to break free.

But he must be patient for now and wait for a better opportunity!
"Hmph, the heads of the three of you bandits will rest on your necks for now."

Si Yan snorted angrily and glanced at the three people lying on the ground.

"See you on the battlefield next time, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he pulled the reins suddenly, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its four hooves flying, and carried him across the battlefield like a flash of lightning.

While running, Si Yan couldn't help but look back, his eyes passed through the flying dust and fell on Qiao Shefei, Amice and Kufens.

As the distance increased, the figures of Qiao Shefei, Amice and Kufens gradually disappeared from Si Yan's sight.

He withdrew his gaze, urged his horse to speed up, and soon disappeared at the other end of the battlefield.

After confirming that Si Yan had left, the members of the Netherworld Legion rushed to Qiao Shefei, Amice and Kufens. Some were busy healing the three, while others looked around vigilantly to prevent Si Yan from coming back.

At the same time, on the other side, outside the Daqian reinforcement camp that Si Yan and Yun Xinrou had just left, the night was falling and the moon was hanging in the sky.

At the edge of a dense forest not far from the camp, a steady and powerful sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night, coming from far away and getting closer, like thunder.

Under the moonlight, a group of cavalry wearing Flying Tiger armor slowly appeared. They were none other than the 3,000 Flying Tiger Cavalry under Li Cunxiao, as well as a thousand burly, muscular Yellow Turban warriors. They were like ghosts in the night, lurking here silently, waiting for an order before turning into sharp swords and piercing the enemy formation.

The leader, Li Cunxiao, rode on a war horse, holding the King Yu's Spear in his right hand and the Bi Yan Lao in his left hand hanging lightly at his side, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

The black iron armor on his body glowed coldly in the moonlight, and the tiger carvings seemed to come alive, ferocious and majestic.

The warhorse under his crotch stamped its hooves restlessly, as if sensing the upcoming battle, and the white mist from its nostrils lingered in the cold night.

The three thousand Flying Tiger Riders behind him were all wearing armor, holding spears, with sharp blades hanging from their waists, and their war horses were neatly arranged. The flying tiger patterns on their armor were lifelike.

Behind the Flying Tiger Cavalry, a thousand Yellow Turban strongmen stood tall. They were tall and had muscles like rocks. They exuded a primitive sense of power. Every breath they took made the air around them tremble. They were wearing yellow robes embroidered with mysterious runes.

Armed with heavy weapons such as giant axes and sledgehammers, each of them was extremely powerful and could tear apart the enemy's armor with bare hands. They were like mobile fortresses on the battlefield. Beside Li Cunxiao, the Yellow Turban generals such as Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, and Liang Lin stood tall, like immovable mountains.

Zhang Hao is a burly man, like a moving hill, and the iron spear in his hand is shining coldly in the moonlight; Liang Lin, the Flying Tiger commander, is good at using a pair of single needles and bright silver hammers. At this moment, he is sitting quietly on the Galaxy Beast. The Galaxy Beast under his crotch is covered with silver hair and has a fierce light flashing in its eyes; Liang Fang, the invincible general of the Golden Thorn, is holding a phoenix-wing gold-plated halberd. There is a sharp blade in the middle of the halberd, and the two sides extend outward like phoenix wings, shining brightly in the moonlight.

At this moment, a member of the Luowang team dressed in a black robe with spider patterns on his body appeared at the spot like a ghost, his figure was looming in the night, as if blending into the darkness.

"General Li, the situation has been clarified, we can take action now!"

The Luowang intelligence officer lowered his head slightly and reported the latest intelligence to Li Cunxiao in a low voice, informing them that they could take action.

When Li Cunxiao heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised the Yuwang Spear in his right hand. The huge bronze spear glowed with a faint cold light under the moonlight, as if it could swallow all the light.

"Go to camp!"

He took a deep breath, then let out a long roar towards the sky!
"Ding! Li Cunxiao's skill will activate the god!
Li Cunxiao's current basic military value is 110, the weapons Yuwang Spear and Bi Yan Lao have a military value of +2, the warhorse Mo Lin Qianlihun has a military value of +1, the skill General God Effect 10 is activated once, the military value is +6, and he is in a charging state, the General God Effect is activated, the military value is +.

当前李存孝武力值110+2+1+10+5，当前武力值上升至129！”

Following Li Cunxiao's order, the three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry instantly erupted, their horses neighing, their hooves thundering, and they rushed towards the brightly lit camp not far away like an unstoppable stream of iron.

The thousand Yellow Turban warriors behind also roared and took heavy steps, but at an astonishing speed. Every step made the ground tremble slightly, as if they were going to crack the earth.

Li Cunxiao was leading the way at the front, his whole body wrapped in iron-gray qi. The thick qi was like a substance, forming an indestructible shield around him.

He held the King Yu's Spear in his hand and marched forward courageously. Wherever he passed, the enemy's tents were torn apart, their campfires were put out, and the whole place was in chaos.

The burly Zhang Hao followed closely behind, like a moving hill, waving the iron spear in his hand tightly. Every time he stabbed, it was accompanied by a sound of breaking wind. Wherever he went, many Daqian reinforcements fell down like wheat being cut, and no one survived.

The two brothers Liang Lin and Liang Fang also showed their magical powers. Liang Lin held a silver hammer with a single needle in his hand, and his hammer skills were fierce and swift.

The solitary silver hammer drew silver arcs in the air, and each swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound, smashing the Daqian army in front of it into pieces. The warhorse Galaxy Beast under his crotch was even more majestic, with its four hooves galloping in the wind, as if it could cross mountains and rivers.

Liang Fang held a phoenix-wing gilded halberd in his hand. The golden weapon seemed to have life in his hand. He sometimes chopped and sometimes cut, and was invincible.

The golden phoenix-wing gilded halberd was waved like a phoenix spreading its wings, the sharp blade tip flashed with cold light, and the phoenix wings on both sides swept away all enemies in front.

The Yellow Turban warriors behind him were not to be outdone. Holding various heavy weapons, they rushed towards the enemy like wolves and tigers.

The Yellow Turban strongmen, who were originally good at infantry combat, were incredibly powerful. Basically, every attack they made could cause a large number of enemy troops to scream in pain and become defeated.

Led by Li Cunxiao, the three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry were like an unstoppable iron stream. They held long spears in their hands, with short blades hanging from their waists. The strong war horses under their crotch neighed like thunder, and the sound of their hooves was like thunder, making the whole valley rumble.

(End of this chapter)