Mu Yang stood directly in front of more than ten thousand cavalry, holding their general's head in his hand.

The black gun that emitted the faint light was not stained with blood, but the cyan armor turned black and red because of the blood. boom!

Yuan Zuozong's headless corpse fell, adding another corpse to the battlefield.

"Muyang is right in front of you!"

"Revenge for the general!"

The corpse fell to the ground as if to dispel the fear of the cavalry and arouse the blood in their hearts.

In an instant, many cavalry shouted in unison and rushed towards Muyang.

But under the shock of the scene just now, the familiar formation from the past Unable to gather together, they were scattered like a group of new recruits who had just joined the army.

"Hahaha, this is the cavalry of Beiliang?"

"I won't have time to play with you anymore."

Facing Wu Yangyang's army, Mu Yang smiled and shook his head, and reached high altitude in a flash.

Stepping on his steps, he came to the front of the Black Xuan Army.

At this moment, the Snow Dragon Riders had already been retreating steadily. Compared to Previously, there were only less than 6,000 Snow Dragon Riders left.

And their fighting spirit was almost drained away, and they were only supported by their perennial will. On the other hand, the black smoke above the Black Xuan Army was billowing into the tide, and their morale was... It seemed as if they were about to rush to the sky.

Once Mu Yang gave the order, even if they were to face millions of troops, they would not be afraid!

Mu Yang waved his spear and killed the Snow Dragon Cavalry in front of him, revealing the head of Yuan Zuozong in his hand.

"Yuan Zuozong is dead, Chen Zhibao has his arm broken, and Zhu Lushan has his leg broken."

"Brothers, follow me back to Beimang to receive your reward!"

Mu Yang turned around and shouted while clearing the obstacles.

"The general is mighty!"

"I step on Beiliang, suppress Liyang, and promote my name of Beimang!"

Everyone in the Black Xuan Army turned red and roared in unison.

This is Mu Yang!

It's their general!

After so many years of joining the army, they have never been so excited.

Under Mu Yang's leadership, they actually penetrated Beiliang , were able to return to Beimang smoothly.

Before that, they followed Muyang with death in mind.

Now, in just five days, the entire army was completely transformed again. From then on, there was no longer a Snow Dragon as the strongest cavalry in the world. In the name of riding, there is only the Black Mysterious Army!

"go home!"

Mu Yang chuckled, sat on his horse, and rushed towards the location of Hutou City!

When the Snow Dragon Rider saw Yuan Zuozong's head, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

The entire army was in chaos. They formed a ball, running around like headless flies, with no intention of stopping the Heixuan Army.

As the Heixuan Army reunited and the battle formation resumed, the black dragon appeared out of thin air.

Along the direction of Hutou City, it killed countless Daxue. The dragon cavalry formed a road paved with blood.

Behind them, stood the Beiliang Army.

The army of tens of thousands, known as the unparalleled cavalry of the Beiliang Army, unanimously did not step forward to block it at this moment.

The cold wind remained Howling, the blood condensed into ice after a moment, as cold as everyone's heart

"Roar!"

A black dragon that looked like a real substance penetrated into Hutou City along the broken city gate.

Under the wanton collision, it was unknown how many buildings were damaged.

Mu Yang looked stern and rushed towards the opposite side of Hutou City.

Behind him, Hei Xuan The army followed silently.

The army was solemn and disciplined, and there was no trace of the huge military success they had just achieved.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the wall on the opposite side of Hutou City was also shattered.

In the past, it seemed like nothing to Beimang The moat-like city wall has since become history

"The general is mighty!"

"The Black Mystic Army is mighty!"

Having officially returned to the Beimang territory, everyone in the Black Xuan Army relaxed instantly and shouted happily.

The fatigue of the past five days was wiped away by the results of the battle and the familiar land.

No one had any hope of surviving the disaster. It feels like there is just a lot of passion

"Each captain reported the losses in this battle."

Mu Yang stopped and handed Yuan Zuozong's head to the general.

After a while, the captain of the Heixuan Army reported the news to the general, who summarized it.

"General, in this battle, the Black Xuan Army lost 2,723 people and injured 4,645 people."

The general's face was heavy, but his eyes were shining with pride.

Although everyone was saddened by the death of their compatriots, they were even more proud.

When armies fought, casualties were common.

I wonder, which other army in the world can do that? Killing Beiliang only cost less than 3,000 people?

"After returning home, provide the highest level of compensation to those who died in the war."

"Let their tribe know that they are the heroes of Beimang."

Mu Yang said to the general.

As for the living people, he did not tell the arrangement, but everyone knew that there would be no lack of rewards.

Therefore, the general agreed quickly and prepared to compile a detailed list of casualties after returning.

"Sir, shall we return to Dunhuang City?" asked the general

"No, go to the Junzi Pavilion"

"Take the ginger paste."

Mu Yang put away the Long Yuan Gun and said.

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