The World’s Strongest Legion System

Not long after, Yan Guanglie slowly woke up under the banner of the Yan Clan commander, and the Yan Clan generals who were waiting nearby hurriedly surrounded him.

"My lord, my lord, you are awake!"

"My lord, please give me condolences. People cannot be brought back to life after death. We must avenge Lord Guangyao!"

"My lord, although our cavalry is gone, we still have infantry. The infantry we brought this time are all the elite of the clan!"

"That's right, our infantry completely overwhelmed the enemy and almost reached the king's banner!"

"What's the situation now, quickly help me up!" Yan Guanglie stretched out his arms with a pale face, and was helped up by two generals of the Yan clan behind him.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked towards the battlefield ahead, his pupils tightened violently.

The scene in front of him made him pale even more.

The 100,000 Yan Clan infantry had already killed under the high ground where the Langya Army King Banner was located. If it was before, he must be as satisfied as the other generals, and felt that the Langya Army's defeat was imminent.

But now, he doesn't dare to underestimate the Langya Army. The cavalry of the Langya Army has tens of thousands of cavalry formations, and the previous two infantry battalions have more than one-third of the infantry formations.

As the main army in Langya, with 150,000 soldiers, there are less than 20,000 infantry formations?

Can he believe it?

Can he believe it?

"Retreat, retreat, hurry Mingjin and retreat!" Yan Guanglie shouted, trembling his lips.

Taking a closer look, the Langya Army still has a phantom phalanx of more than 10,000 people in golden armor, which is surrounded by Yan Clan infantry.

It seemed to be crumbling, but the phantom of the fire giant next to it was about to disappear, but it remained firm.

Especially the cavalry on the two wings of the Langya Army, they have assembled their teams, lined up neatly, and are ready to go.

For a moment, Yan Guanglie's hands and feet were cold, and he seemed to faint again.

"My lord, we can't withdraw. As long as we capture the Langya Army's king flag, we will win!"

"We have already reached the enemy's king's flag, how can we withdraw?"

"Our Yan Clan army has never lost a battle in the past ten years!"

The generals of the Yan clan around the side, when they heard that they were going to retreat, they saw the victory that was about to be lost, and shouted one after another, but no one carried out the order to retreat.

"Shut up, retreat immediately, and kill those who disobey!" Yan Guanglie's trembling fingers pointed at the generals in front of him and cursed: "Are you all pigs?

Keep your eyes open and see.

Does the Langya King Banner make any panicky retreat? The cavalry on both wings have assembled and can outflank our army at any time. Are you all blind? "

"My lord, we have sent a message to the camp of the Sand Clan, asking them to rush to support immediately and flank the enemy army!

The distance is only thirty miles, and at this time, I think it is almost here! "

"My lord, don't worry, the cavalry of the Langya Army dare not move, Li Wenhao is asking for his own death this time, he is doomed!"

However, the trusted generals on the side still didn't want to withdraw their troops, and the second brother Yan Guangzu also said: "Brother, we have suffered heavy losses this time, none of the five thousand dragon beast cavalry was spared.

If you lose the battle and go back, you can't explain to His Majesty and the patriarch? "

"That's right, even if the cavalry of the Langya Army moved, as long as we can persist until the Sha Clan army arrives, we will still be victorious!" Another trusted general spoke up.

"Sha Clan Army?" Yan Guanglie hesitated, especially after hearing what his second brother Yan Guangzu said, he decided to wait and see.

In the current situation, as long as the Sand Army can arrive in time, victory is naturally guaranteed.

The Sha people, who had been ignored all the time, turned out to be life-saving straws.

Everyone wants face, so after a few simple words, I won't say more.

"Uncle, I heard that the commander-in-chief of the Sha Clan this time is Guimu Tengchuan and Baimu Qingfu!"

After the crowd stopped arguing, Yan Xiao walked up to Yan Guanglie's side and whispered something.

Good guy, this sentence is not loud, but the movement is not small.

The faces of all the generals changed, as uncomfortable as eating a fly, they all looked at Yan Guanglie.

Guimu Tengchuan's family was killed by the Yanguang family.

Speaking of which, the two families are still in-laws, Yan Guanglie's eldest daughter and Guimu Tengchuan's eldest son are the pair of fateful mandarin ducks.

The only difference is that Guimu Tengchuan's son is dead, while Yan Guanglie's daughter is still alive.

"Hmph, it's really a narrow road to Yuanjia!" Yan Guanglie snorted heavily, without much worry on his face, he said disdainfully, "So what if it's Ghostwood Tengchuan?

He wanted to save the little boy's life, so he didn't dare not send troops.

Besides, isn't there a young Bermuda husband? "

"Brother is very right!" The second son Yan Guangzu followed up and said loudly: "Back then, if they were spared, it was already a great face for the Sha Clan."

"That's right, the Sha Clan is just the last of the Eight Great Royal Clans, and their regents don't even dare to say no to us, let alone a ghost tree Tengchuan!"

"Hey, this might be an opportunity. When the Sha people come, we can say that they came late to rescue, and use this as an excuse to rob them of their coal mountain."

"Brilliant plan, in this way, you can get a super black iron mine, and after you go back, not only will you not be guilty, but it will also be a great credit."

"Ha ha!"

The generals of the Yan Clan laughed happily, the more they talked, the happier they became, even Yan Guanglie touched his chin and smiled.

It seems that he has become more optimistic about his judgment on the battlefield.

At the same time, in the camp of the Sha Clan outside the city of Donghuai County, Guimu Tengchuan and Baimu Qingfu, the two held the secret letter sent by the Yan Clan army, with different expressions.

"Guimu, if we don't send troops, it's not a trivial matter for the Yan tribe to pursue it afterwards!" Baimuqing's expression was tense, his eyes were erratic, and he seemed a little uncertain about paying attention.

On the contrary, it was the old God Ghost Wood Tengchuan who held a cup of tea in his hand and slowly sipped it: "What are you afraid of? If you really want to pursue responsibility, you can put it all on me, and I will bear it!"

"You, are you really not afraid?" The young husband of Baimu was dumbfounded, a little speechless.

Although he wasn't very familiar with Ghostwood Tengchuan, the Ghostwood Tengchuan in front of him was too calm, right?

The Yan people are one of the three strongest families of the eight royal families. Once they are investigated, the regent will not be able to keep them.

"Report!" At this moment, a sentry ran in: "The latest news from the front line, the entire cavalry of the Yan Clan army was wiped out, and the seventh-rank strongman Yan Guangyao died in battle."

"What, the 100,000 cavalrymen of the Yan Clan are all wiped out, and Yan Guangyao is dead!" Before the sentinel finished speaking, the young man of Bermuda stood up abruptly.

His eyes were full of disbelief, and he said anxiously: "Didn't you also bring five thousand dragon beast knights? How could it be so miserable?"

"Okay, as expected of Li Wenhao, good kill!" Guimu Tengchuan also stood up. Unlike Guimu Tengchuan, he was full of joy, with tears gleaming in his eye sockets.

"Cong'er, my wife, Doudou, I am ashamed of you, woohoo!"

Years of suppressed pain overflowed at this moment, Oniki Tengchuan wept without image.