Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort - Chapter 867
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Chapter 867

Chapter 863: 863

Seeing this, the commander in chief of the Southern Song Dynasty didn't know well. With a big wave of his hand, he shouted, "send gold to retreat." Pull a horse and turn around.

The golden bell rings suddenly, and the clear and pleasant sound is transmitted instantly.

If you beat drums, you will advance. If you sing gold, you will retreat. This is the iron rule of the battlefield.

Turn around and go. There were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses trained in the Southern Song Dynasty. Immediately, the rear team changed into the front team, and went back and forth.

However, even though the horse had not taken a few steps, the dark iron army came from the chaotic plain behind.

Armor, shield, square.

The drums were high, the iron and Gold Tiger flag was in the sun, sending out a gloomy cold.

"We were cut off." There were wolves in front of them and tigers in the back. Their two routes were broken.

"Boom......" At this time, a blast of frenzy, like a tempest, came from both wings, with a loud voice and an iron color of the gas of killing.

The intense drumbeat made the shaker hardly stand.

Two iron colored Tianchen soldiers and horses came from the east-west direction with the sound of the fierce and solemn drums. Their steps were majestic and cold.

"We are surrounded..."

"Ah, in ambush, in ambush..."

In a flash, all the soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty were frightened and looked at the Tianchen soldiers and horses coming from all directions.

Looking at the dark and murderous Iron Army.

They began to be afraid. They were surrounded by the whole thing.

All around.

In an instant, a hundred thousand soldiers and horses of the Southern Song Dynasty, who were arrogant at first, were immediately surrounded in the four directions of Tianchen formation.

But I saw the black iron spread out on the plain, and there was a cold and overwhelming light.

The warm wind is blowing, bringing endless air of killing.

Standing high on the rising hillside, xuanyuanche looked down at the formation with his hands on his back. There was no movement in his eyes, just a cold hum.