Guan Yunchang's military formation directly broke through and pierced into the enemy's encirclement.

Splitting the waves and cleaving the tides.

Its momentum was unbelievably majestic.

Lang Yanghui's scalp tingled. At this moment, he broke through his own limits and completed the formation change at a speed far exceeding the past. The War Soul of the Heavenly God transformed into a giant beast, devouring Guan Yunchang with an earth-shattering aura.

The War Soul Azure Dragon was directly swallowed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, raised his hand.

His five fingers slightly clenched.

Because they were Yin soldiers and Yin generals, they didn't possess morale.

However, because of this, they could be completely controlled by famous generals, and the break-in period was ridiculously low.

Lang Yanghui felt a sharp pain in his brow.

His pupils contracted.

He felt that the general in front of him only quietly raised his hand, but the feeling of sharp edges had already directly approached his brow. The opponent's battle formation was not like the Great Wilderness, which could transform into the power of gods.

Rather, it was the collection of human power.

The position and rhythm of the opponent seemed to be about to strike, but not quite, like a sword hanging over his head. Clearly, they hadn't done anything, but they were able to completely restrain Lang Yanghui, forcing him to divide his attention.

Lang Yanghui, who had already broken through his past self and could be considered a first-class famous general of the Great Wilderness nations, felt cold sweat on his forehead.

He was clearly at his peak.

But why did he still feel powerless in terms of experience?

It was as if everything he did was seen by those clear black and white pupils, making it impossible to break through.

At this moment, Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi, with extremely terrifying command ability.

Bestowed the buff of seventy thousand military formations onto Guan Yunchang.

The ink-colored Xuan Bird of the Great Qin fluttered its wings and landed on the soaring dragon war soul of the Yan Han, as if transforming into the posture of an Ying Dragon. Lang Yanghui even momentarily lost the ability to think. The next moment, the sound of a dragon's roar and the sound of a blade erupted simultaneously.

A long howl.

The bright blade light directly broke through the war soul.

Scarlet flames surrounded Guan Yunchang.

Red Hare… no, it wasn't Red Hare, but Wei Yuan's Balong steed, a dragon horse far surpassing Red Hare. Its speed constantly increased amidst its long neighs, even stepping on the body of the giant divine war soul. Guan Yunchang's pair of danfeng eyes slightly narrowed, his murderous aura rampant. His right hand tightly gripped his blade, the blade dragging diagonally behind him.

Guan Yunchang.

Shenzhou’s Martial Saint.

Before him, and after him, perhaps there were also fierce generals who could kill enemy generals in battle formations, but the reason why Guan Yunchang was so dazzling was because he killed a true Shang General, a famous general recorded in fragments of the *Records of the Three Kingdoms*.

The Battle of Baima was a large-scale corps battle in which both sides invested more than 250,000 troops.

It was the prelude to the competition for the hegemony of northern Shenzhou.

This was an era in which civil and military officials galloped across the land.

And what Guan Yunchang did was, during the large-scale group battle.

He directly led a hundred riders to break through the blockade, and then stabbed to death the commander of the enemy's 100,000-strong army.

After the assassination, he pulled out his waist knife and cut off the man's head.

He broke through the generals of Yuan Shao's army one after another, and then, in the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting, he returned to Cao Cao's camp alive like a god descending to earth, and was recorded as "Yu rode his horse and assassinated Liang among the crowd, beheading his head and returning. None of Shao's generals could resist him, and the siege of Baima was thus lifted."

A battle to compete for the hegemony of the northern region of Shenzhou!

A large-scale battle of more than 250,000 people!

How to break the situation?

Cao Mengde's strategists and wise men argued endlessly.

Guan Yunchang replied: "Just chop off the opposite commander."

"Beheading his head and returning, the siege of Baima was thus lifted." - *Records of the Three Kingdoms*

In one of the Four Histories, the official history, the highest praise was given in the most implicit language.

The siege of Baima was lifted.

This meant that in the eyes of historians, Guan Yunchang almost single-handedly ended the battle of 250,000 troops in advance, preserving Cao Mengde's military strength, and completing the subsequent Battle of Guandu. This was the pinnacle of glory for ancient generals.

Apart from him, there have been no such romantic and legendary events in Shenzhou for thousands of years, relying on one's own strength to end a large-scale group battle.

There had never been before, and there has never been since.

And this also meant that Guan Yunchang was the most suitable existence among the many famous generals in ancient Shenzhou to cut off the head of the enemy general from among thousands of troops. Accompanied by a long roar, the shimmering blade light was like a god descending from the sky. Guan Yunchang's eyes suddenly widened, transforming into both hands gripping the blade.

The brilliant blade light fell.

The war soul of the god shattered.

Guan Yunchang gasped violently. Behind him, Lang Yanghui, the main general of the 500,000-strong army, contracted his pupils and covered his throat, finally realizing what he was facing. That's right, he was a good general of the era, a famous general of a country.

But what he was facing was the true pinnacle of an era.

Moreover, it was the combined force of these pinnacles.

Guan Yunchang grabbed Lang Yanghui's hair with his backhand and lifted him up.

Lang Yanghui's head was lifted.

The Balong horse stepped forward. Guan Yunchang held the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade diagonally in his right hand, his expression calm, pacing among the thousands of troops. His beautiful beard fluttered slightly in the wind, and his voice was indifferent and calm:

"Those who offend our mighty Han will be exterminated, no matter how far away they are!"

The morale of the army instantly collapsed.

Yes, they were absolutely elite, elite legions that would not collapse even if the casualties exceeded 30%, and their morale was maintained. But the problem now was not morale, but that a human race just killed their way over under their noses and casually cut off the head of their main general and left.

As a legion existing around the main general, this almost instantly shocked and battered them to the point of mental disintegration. Perhaps after waiting for a period of time, they would naturally reassemble and not collapse into a mutiny, but Lord Wu'an, who raised his hand in front, almost simultaneously waved his palm down.

Just this raising of a hand and waving of a palm.

The pinnacle of the art of war lay here.

His voice was calm.

"Wind."

Thus, the formation was thrown into chaos.

…………………

Zhang Wenyuan quietly waited.

He was assigned the smallest number of people and appeared the latest.

He had a quiet personality, but he had some doubts in his heart as to whether it was because he was a general of the Great Wei that the Marquis Wu deliberately did not entrust him with key tasks? Did there still remain some suspicion in his heart? Thinking of what the Marquis Wu had said to Xiang Wang before, he seemed to care about these things.

He opened the brocade pouch, and there was actually a small brocade pouch inside.

And the note said to wait here, and charge with all his strength a quarter of an hour after hearing the chaos.

What a pity…

Zhang Wenyuan felt complicated in his heart. Back then, he had actually fought alongside Guan Yu in the Battle of Baima. At that time, he was already a Zhonglang General, while Guan Yunchang was only a Pian General, still a guest general. The two of them were both vanguards, but after that battle, Guan Yunchang was ennobled as a Marquis in one battle, while he went to Xiaoyaojin.

In Xiaoyaojin, he replicated Guan Yunchang's terrifying operation that year.

But he only replicated it, and did not completely replicate it.

He killed a Sun Wu general, but did not kill the commander.

That was why he was only ennobled as a Marquis five years later.

Past memories dissipated like clouds and smoke. Zhang Wenyuan gripped his battle halberd, calculated the time, and then gathered momentum, commanding the Yin soldiers and Yin generals to rush forward. Although there were no traces now, he chose to believe in Zhuge Marquis Wu.

………………

Vice General Jiang Yucheng gasped urgently, his face pale.

Terrifying, terrifying ability to break through formations, and an extremely terrifying ability to control timing. Although it could be said that he had planned against the unprepared, and although he was ambushed, Lang Yanghui had reacted, and even counterattacked in a state far exceeding his peak.

However, Lang Yanghui, who surpassed his peak, was defeated in turn.

Whether it was grasping the timing.

Or commanding troops to charge into battle, it was as if a famous general of an era was facing the peak of an era, a sense of powerlessness that made people feel powerless. It was just that the opponent did not seem to intend to encircle and kill him, so he could still lead a part of the remnants. At this moment, the army gathered, and he finally felt relieved.

He raised his hand to drink water to moisten his throat.

He only felt pain in his heart, how should he explain to that Zaochi divine general?

Finally, he resentfully threw away the water sac in his hand, looked around, and felt a surge of heroism in his heart. He felt that he had fought hard all his life, and he had encountered desperation and困境 more than once. How could a great man be defeated by a single torment? He looked around at the surrounding generals and said loudly: "Stand up!"

"Look at you, what are you doing?!"

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes bright, and said loudly: "You are all elites of the country, all carrying the hopes of your family members and the expectations of your country to come here. Are we sending you here to be dejected?! Think about it, you still have elderly parents at home, and young children, and you have your wives at home."

"Look at your current appearance, you are all at a loss, where is there a bit of your high-spirited appearance at the beginning."

He paused his voice and said: "Remember, our trip is not for victory, at least, at least you have to live, I will take you, try our best to live! You also have to fight, return to your hometown, no matter what, go back and see your elderly parents, see your children who have not seen your father for a long time."

"Hometown…"

"Mom…"

Jiang Yucheng awakened the will of these remnants.

His heart was ruthless, he pulled out the jade sword from his waist, and suddenly killed the war horse next to him.

The war horse neighed miserably, and accompanied by the **** smell, the tragic atmosphere instantly made these elites shudder, their will revived, Jiang Yucheng exhaled a breath, this man who was able to reorganize the remnants in times of crisis, and in a short period of time aroused their desire to survive with their hometown and relatives, and then stimulated their morale with killing and **** gas, swept his eyes around.

"Wait, today's revenge will be avenged in the future!"

This action already vaguely had the demeanor of a famous general.

One by one, the generals and soldiers of the Great Wilderness clenched their weapons.

"Must be avenged!"

They all whispered.

"Live!"

Their eyes lit up.

Their military soul reassembled and their morale gathered.

And then——

"Great Wei, Zhang Wenyuan!"

"Under the command of Zhuge Marquis Wu, waiting here, for a long time!"

Returned to silence.

……………………

At a long distance from the rear army.

The Divine General Zaochi was riding a strange beast that resembled a horse but not a horse, a bull but not a bull. Its four feet stepped on thunder and flames, shaking its head and wagging its tail slowly forward. As a top divine general, he was actually impatient to fight with the armies of those ordinary races, and only led three hundred divine soldier guards.

He would wait until the end to reach the battlefield, and then directly command a million troops in one breath.

Suddenly, a stream of light shot from the sky like a flying star. The Divine General Zaochi, who was sitting cross-legged on the divine beast with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and directly caught the stream of light. It turned out to be an arrow, containing a strong violent aura.

"...Da Yi?!"

Zaochi murmured.

In front of him, towering mountains and ridges, on top of a bluestone.

A young man was sitting cross-legged, holding a battle bow in his hand.

His voice was calm: "Are you Zaochi?"

Zaochi frowned, not wanting to pay attention.

Wei Yuan stood up holding the battle bow:

"I have inherited Da Yi's archery from the scrolls left by Da Yi."

Zaochi didn't think so, his face without any fluctuations.

Sure enough, the divine general's mind was firm.

Wei Yuan sighed secretly in his heart, and then followed A Liang's suggestion, his voice calm and confident:

"Da Yi said that you are his weakest opponent, and asked me to find you to practice."

The Divine General Zaochi's movements suddenly froze.

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PS: The second update today... three thousand four hundred words~

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