The bugle is low and long, like the wind from the north, which makes people shudder.

The war drums of the Qingqiu family immediately responded, loud and untamed, but Qingqiu felt relatively quiet and a little uneasy in his heart.

When the sound of the trumpet died down, the sharp sound of the air filled the void.

On the sick right side of Qingqiu, the archers on both sides of the road threw a rain of arrows, and the northerners ran quickly, roaring as they ran.

The bows and arrows of the Qingqiu family beckoned to them like snake letters, hundreds, thousands, and countless in an instant.

Many people fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and their shouts turned to wailing.

This was the second wave of attacks that had fallen from the sky, and the archers had put a third arrow on the bowstring.

The drums of war sounded again.

Lord Ximen Lie brandished his sword and roared in order to be answered.

Qingqiu smiled bitterly, kicked the horse's belly, and joined the noisy chorus loudly, and the ranks of the vanguard army rushed forward.

"Riverbank!" "Remember, hold the riverbank!" as the army rode off on horseback, and Qingqiu was sick and yelled at the natives uneasily, "Remember, hold the riverbank!"

At the beginning of the sprint, Qingqiu was still taking the lead, but Qi Ying immediately let out a creepy and terrible cry, jumped past him, and Heishi roared wildly and followed, and the natives followed one after another, leaving Qingqiu sick in the smoke and dust they raised.

Directly ahead, a group of enemy spearmen formed a half-moon formation, like a steel hedgehog with thorns on both sides, hiding behind a tall oak shield painted with the coat of arms of the Buyang family's wailing snow collar.

Ximen Lie led a pair of elite heavy cavalry, in a conical formation, and took the lead in engaging them head-on. Faced with a large platoon of spears, half of the horses stopped their charge at the last moment and dodged. Some went on a rampage, grabbed the tip and came out of the chest, and died on the spot.

Qingqiu was sick and saw at least a dozen of them fall to the ground. Ximenlie's mount was scraped through the neck by the tip of a spear with a barb, and the high war horse landed on its hind legs, sticking out its black iron hooves and kicking outward. The frenzied horses leaped into the enemy's ranks, spears swarmed at it from all sides, but the shield wall was also broken through a huge gap, and the northerners staggered to dodge the dying throes of the huge horses.

The war horse fell down violently, vomiting blood and died, but Ximen Lie was unharmed, holding up his two-handed giant sword and launching a crazy attack.

Taking advantage of the crack in the enemy's shield wall to close, Heishi also rushed in, and the people of Black Wind Ridge followed closely.

Qingqiu was sick and waved his arms and shouted, "Follow me!" In fact, most of the people had already rushed in at this time. He caught a glimpse of Qi Ying's mount falling to the ground and dying, but she herself managed to avoid it nimbly.

One of the natives of the Savage Valley was crucified to the spears of the Buyan family, and Ryugo's horse kicked his enemies in the ribs.

At this time, a rain of arrows fell on their heads, where did it come from, he couldn't tell, in short, this rain of arrows treated the Buyang army and the Qingqiu army equally. They either bounce off their armor or find exposed flesh. Qingqiu raised his shield and hid underneath.

Under the charge of the cavalry, the iron hedgehog gradually disintegrated, and the northerners retreated.

One of the spearmen foolishly lunged straight at Blackstone, only to be killed instantly by a swing of Blackstone's tomahawk in the chest, piercing through the armor, leather, and positive chest. The blade of the axe got stuck in the ribs of the opponent, but Blackstone did not stop there, and used the battle axe in his left hand to split the shield of another enemy in half, and the corpse in his right hand limp and bumped with the horse. Eventually, the corpse slid to the ground, and Blackstone raised his axes and slammed them into each other, letting out a terrifying scream.

It was he himself who had rushed into enemy formation, and the battlefield instantly shrank to a few feet around his mount. An infantryman poked him in the chest with a spear, and with a swing of his tomahawk blocked the spear, the man took a step back, intending to try again, but Qingqiu turned his horse's head around and trampled him under his horse.

Ryugo was surrounded by three enemy regiments, but he first cut off the first spear that stabbed at him, grabbed the other spear with his backhand, and struck the spear wielder in the face.

A flying spear was thrown from the right towards Qingqiu, and it was inserted into the wooden shield with a "bang". He turned to chase the spear thrower, but the shield was raised too much, so Qingqiu rode around him sickly, and the battle axe rained down on the shield. Sawdust flew, and finally the northerner slipped on his feet and fell to the ground on his back, his shield just in his way.

Qingqiu's sick tomahawk couldn't reach him, and it was really troublesome to dismount, so he left this man behind and rode his horse to find his next target. This time, he succeeded in sneaking up from behind, and the tomahawk slashed downward, cutting down a dominant local soldier who was preoccupied with the battle, and rescuing one of the soldiers of the Qingqiu Legion.

He had a brief respite, so he grabbed the reins of his horse and searched for the riverbank, and suddenly found that the river was in his right hand, and it seemed that he had unconsciously reversed course in the midst of the chaos.

A native of Blackwind Ridge ran past him, lying limp on his horse's neck, a spear stuck in his belly and piercing his back. Apparently the man was hopeless, but when Qingqiu was sick and saw a northern soldier running over to grab the reins of the horse, he also charged.

The opponent fought with a sword, and he was born with a tall man, wearing a white iron chain mail and white iron gloves, but he lost his helmet, and blood flowed from the wound on his forehead into his eyes. Qingqiu was sick and aimed at his face and slashed it with all his might, but was swept away by the tall man's sword.

"Crippled!" shouted the comer, "to die!"

Qingqiu had the advantage of being sick and having a horse, and he rode around him, and he also turned around, constantly swinging his sword and slashing at Qingqiu's sick head and shoulders.

The swords and axes intersected, and Qingqiu was sick and realized the power of the tall soldier, this guy had the strength to fight better than him, and his movements were much faster than him.

Damn, where did Long Wu run?

"Die!" the man roared and unleashed a fierce attack. Qingqiu was sick and barely raised his shield in time, and when he was hit by this onslaught, the shield seemed to explode inward, and the broken pieces of wood fell from his hand.

"Die!" "The tall man pressed again, and a sword slashed down on the head, and Qingqiu was sick and dizzy. The man drew his sword back and pulled a terrible groove in the sick helmet of Qingqiu, and the tall man couldn't help but smile...... Who would have expected that Qingqiu's sick war horse would stomp on his foot when he moved, and the tall man wailed, and Qingqiu seized the opportunity to swing an axe into his head. "It's you who will die, you helmetless one!" Qingqiu said to the tall man who was slowly falling.

He was about to pull his tomahawk back when he heard someone shouting. "Fight for the Buyang Family!" the other man's voice was loud, "Fight for the Buyang Dust of the Northern Underworld!" The knight's hooves galloped and charged at him, the thorny meteor hammer waving above his head.

Qingqiu was sick and didn't have time to call Long Wu, and the two war horses slammed into each other, and the spikes of the meteor hammer penetrated the weak metal protection of his right elbow joint, and a sharp pain suddenly exploded, and the axe was immediately taken off.

He reached for his sword, but the Meteor Hammer didn't give him a chance, and Hulala spun around and lunged at the door in front of him. After a disgusting collision, Aooka fell from his horse sickly.

He didn't remember hitting the ground, but he opened his eyes to the sky. Qingqiu was sick and hurriedly turned over, trying to stand up, but he was trembling with pain, as if the whole world was trembling. The knight who knocked him down leaned over and was high up. "You're a big fish. How about it? The second son of the Qingqiu family will not surrender?"

I surrendered, Qingqiu was sick and almost yelled, but the voice was like stuck in his throat, he knew that he had just fallen, and he could only make a hoarse sound. He struggled to his knees, fumbling with weapons, daggers, daggers, anything.

"Surrender or not?" the knight sat on his horse, and both men and horses were like behemoths. The spiky meteor hammer spun lazily in circles. Qingqiu was sick, his hands were numb, his vision was blurred, and the scabbard was empty. "If you don't surrender, you die. The knight announced in a loud voice, the hammer spinning faster and faster.

Qingqiu staggered to his feet sickly, and unconsciously hit the horse's belly.

A miracle happened.

The horse let out a terrible neigh, and leaped to its front feet, the pain so severe that it wanted to break free. Blood and flesh rained down on Qingqiu's sick face, and then the horse collapsed to the ground with a landslide. When he came to his senses, his mask was stuffed with mud and something hit his feet. Qingqiu struggled to break free, and his throat was so tight that he could barely speak. “...... Surrender ......" he managed to squeeze out his voice, hoping to survive.

"Yes, I surrender. A man groaned, his voice full of pain.

Qingqiu was sick and brushed aside the dirt from his helmet and found that the horse had fallen in the other direction, right on the knight. One of the knight's feet was trapped by the horse, and his hand to cushion the impact was broken. "I surrender. He continued, groping around his waist with his other hand that had not been broken, and drew his sword and threw it at Qingqiu's sick feet. "My lord, I surrender. ”

Qingqiu was sick, and then he remembered the helmet with a foot-long spike that he had laughed at incomparably, and he had just been dizzy and stabbed into the horse.

Dizzily, he bent down to pick up the sword, and with a slight movement of his hand, a sharp pain rushed from his elbow to his brain.

The battlefield seemed to have moved elsewhere, and there were no living people left in his place except for a large number of dead bodies.

Crows hover overhead, landing and pecking.

He saw that his uncle Qingqiu Yu Li sent the Chinese army to support the advance, a large number of pikemen forced the enemy back into the hills, and the two armies were fighting to the death on the gentle slope, and the pikemen phalanx ran into another barrier made of oval iron nail shields.

As he watched, he saw another rain of arrows in the air, and the soldiers behind the shield wall fell silently. "Mr. Knight, I think you're about to lose. He said to the knight, who was crushed by the horse's corpse. The other party did not answer.

Suddenly there was a sound of hooves behind him, and he hurriedly turned around, but because of the huge pain in his elbow, he could no longer raise his sword to fight, so he could only stand and wait for death.

Fortunately, it was Long Wu, who grabbed the reins and looked down to see that Qingqiu was sick.

"You're just in time. Qingqiu told him that he was sick.

"I think you can handle it on your own. Ryugo replied, "It's just that you lost the spikes of your helmet." ”

Qingqiu was sick and reached out to touch it, and the spikes on his helmet were still completely broken. "I didn't lose it, I know where it is. Do you see my horse?"

When they found their horses, the war drums sounded again, and the reserves of the Qingqiu Spirit Lord poured out of their nests and rushed along the river bank towards the enemy army.

Qingqiu was sick and watched his father gallop by, surrounded by hundreds of knights, the tip of the sword shining in the sun, and the thousand-faced green fox banner of the Qingqiu family fluttering in the wind.

The remnants of the Buyang clan were completely crumbled under the impact, like thin ice beaten by a hammer.

Qingqiu's elbow under the sick armor was swollen and painful, so he did not participate in the final massacre, and instead went to find his own men with Ryugo.

Many were found in the dead man's pile. A native fell in a pool of blood that was gradually congealing, all of which were missing from the elbow of his right hand, and there were more than a dozen native people of the Black Wind Ridge lying beside him. Blackstone sat down under a tree with arrows stuck all over his body, and Matt, the black mole man from Savage Valley, rested his head on his lap. Qingqiu was sick and thought they were both dead, but when he dismounted, Heishi opened his eyes: "They killed Matt from Savage Valley." ”

Aside from a black mole, the handsome Matt had no scars on his body, only a red dot on his chest with a spear running through his chest.

Long Wu helped Heishi to stand up, and the big man seemed to notice the arrows on his body, so he pulled them out one by one, complaining that the bow and arrow had cut a pair of holes in his leather coat and armor.

Several arrows were shot into his body, and he cried out in pain like a baby. As they drew their arrows, Qi Ying rode over and showed them a handful of his left ear.

There were also quite a few native soldiers, busy looking for loot from the dead.

Qingqiu was sick and looked around, and only about half of the 300 natives who followed him at that time survived.

Qingqiu is ill and arranges for the living to take care of the dead, and asks Ryugo to dispose of the knights he has captured, and then goes to find his father alone.

Qingqiu Lingli sat under a large tree, drinking from a jeweled cup, and asked his attendants to unbuckle his armor for him. "A beautiful victory. Uncle Qingqiu Yuli saw that Qingqiu was sick, so he said to him, "Your savages are also doing well." ”

His father looked at him with his pale green and golden eyes, and he was so cold that he shuddered. "Father, is it surprising to you?" he asked, "according to your plan, we should have been slaughtered by the enemy, was it?"

The Qingqiu Spirit Power Lord drank it all, with no expression on his face. "You're right, I put the most scattered team on the left, thinking that the left side would inevitably rout. Bu Yangfei is just a child, and he must have had courage and no strategy, and I originally hoped that as soon as he saw that there was a gap on the left flank, he would attack with all his strength to complete his plan to outflank. When he is in the trap, your uncle's pikemen will drive them into the river, and my reserves will follow with all their might. ”

"Your plan was too perfect, but you threw me into the slaughterhouse and didn't tell me about it beforehand. ”

"In order to make the show more authentic, so that the northerners will be deceived," replied the father, "how could I divulge military secrets to those who are in the company of mercenaries and barbarians." ”

"That's a pity, mercenaries and barbarians have ruined you. Qingqiu took off the steel gauntlet and let it fall to the ground, frowning at the sharp pain in his elbow.

"At the age of that little devil who Bu Yangfei, he was more cautious in his use of troops, and he didn't enter the trap," Qingqiu Lingli said with a little regret, "but we still won anyway." You seem to be hurt?"

Qingqiu's diseased right arm was stained with blood. "Thank you, Father, for your concern," he said, gritting his teeth, "may you please send a pharmacist to help me?" unless you find it more interesting to have a one-armed crippled son......

Before Qingqiu Lingli could answer, he only heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching, and then shouted urgently: "Lord Qingqiu Lingli!" He turned his head.

General Anyang turned over and dismounted, and the Qingqiu Spirit Power Lord stood up to greet him.

The horse was foaming at the mouth and bleeding from his mouth. General Anyang was tall and thin, with dark copper-colored hair and shiny copper-plated steel armor. He knelt down on one knee in front of his father, "My lord, we have captured some of the enemy leaders, including Shentu Palace, Chi Songyang and other lords. As for Lord Taishi'an, I'm afraid he has already fled. ”

"Where's that little wolf cub in Buyangfei?" asked Qingqiu Lingli eagerly.

General Anyang hesitated for a moment. "My lord, I'm afraid that kid from the Buyang family is not here, and the reason why we can win is probably because they have almost no cavalry, all infantry phalanxes. ”

"You mean that Bu Yangfei took the cavalry from the north to another place? where did he go with nearly five thousand or eight thousand cavalry? Huh?" The joy of victory dissipated on Qingqiu's spiritual face.

There is no doubt that the battle he fought today was just an arm cut off by the Buyang family in order to drag the main army of Qingqiu.

Such a large cavalry contingent disappeared silently from the eyes lowered. This made Qingqiu's spiritual power, which had fought all his life, feel very disgraced.

And in war, face is still a trivial matter, and any wrong judgment will be lost.

"Go, go now, even if you slaughter the captives, pry open their mouths and ask them about the movements of their cavalry. Qingqiu Lingli angrily threw the expensive and cherished wine glass.

The glass slammed into an exposed rock, splintering in all directions.

"Yes, my lord!" General Anyang was about to turn around when another horse galloped quickly.

A scout with an anxious face on his face, rolled off his horse in panic, and did not get up for a long time.

Several sergeants picked up the scout, Qingqiu Lingli gave a look, and the servants next to him sent a bowl of water.

The scout held the bowl in both hands, snorted and drank it all, and he gasped as he wiped his mouth and said, "Hui, Lord Hui, just from the south...... Reach the south side, step up...... The flying cavalry, the main force of the cavalry, had already crossed the river from Fengling and rushed to ...... Rushed to Wanghai City. ”

"What? Xiahou Lei should have slashed with a thousand knives and slashed all over the door!" Qingqiu stomped his feet with spiritual strength.

He had already ordered Qingqiu Youyong to withdraw his troops from Wanghai City and join the battle against the Northern Underworld City to keep it intact. However, Qingqiu Youyong had to take Wanghai City and achieve immortal achievements, so he refused to withdraw his troops for a long time.

This is good, it has to be made to let people meet inside and outside to suffer the enemy.

Qingqiu Lingli couldn't immediately gather people and horses to rush to Wanghai City, but seeing that the army that had just experienced a death battle had already lost half of it, and the rest were also scarred and wailing all over the field, this army had not been repaired for a few months, and it was probably difficult to go into battle.

Even if you rush over by yourself, I'm afraid that the fight over there has already been over, waiting for me to go to death.

He sighed, helpless.

Qingqiu's sick injured arm was still dripping blood. He exclaimed in his heart: What a hairy boy from the Buyang family has such a strategy. He vaguely remembered what his father said just now, saying that the children of the Buyang family must be brave and resourceless.

It's really a slap in the face.

If it weren't for the fact that his arm hurt too much, Qingqiu was sick and believed that he might have laughed out loud.