It is said that it is a plain valley area, in fact, there will always be some hiding places, not far upstream is a dense forest, although it is not the kind of towering trees in the Xing'an Mountains and Changbai Mountains, it is enough to hide a small group of people.

Lao Beifeng and they arrived earlier than Nayan, and even the Kipchaks arrived day and night, but until the two sides fell into a fierce battle, they did not make any move. Old Beifeng leaned on the trunk of a tree, picked a leaf and chewed it in his mouth, looking into the distance.

Before he had made up his mind, Li Shiyi sent someone to find him at the same time as he rushed to the forest area of Changbai Mountain, and asked him for help in person with the magical microphone. Shocked by the incomprehensible black technology, Lao Beifeng did not lose his mind, because the other party's requirements had exceeded his bottom line, that is, not to fall into the competition of any party, just to be a free horse thief, but Li Shiyi's warning did not allow him to ignore it.

"Burning Jinzhou City, you have offended Xue Chan Khan, he did not send a large army to suppress him, just because someone else was restraining him, including Ulus Khan. Once these obstacles are cleared, with your actions, will you still be able to travel around the Liao River unimpeded? Take your people and save the life of Ulus Khan, what a human favor, as long as he lives you are equivalent to one more place to live, is this result not worth your life? ”

Maybe Li Shiyi's persuasion was too blunt, of course, this must be his unscrupulous words under anxiety, Lao Beifeng out of politeness, only agreed to take a look in person, and did not make any guarantees. Just kidding, in a big war between hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses on both sides, he, a diǎn person, is not even a splash, so how can he influence the life of a certain Great Khan? Not to mention the last sentence, in Lao Beifeng's mind, there is nothing worth giving up his life.

Patiently stayed in this small dense forest for two days, and it was not until now that he understood the meaning of Li Shiyi's words, the scale of the two sides was only a thousand people, and the situation was just like the one on the bank of the Liao River that day, when he planned to sneak attack but was dangerously calculated. As soon as he thought of the more than 200 brothers who died in vain at that time, his fire burst out, and even if he burned Jinzhou City later, it could not be quelled, how could a little property be compared with the old brothers who had followed him for many years, it was an irreplaceable loss.

Even so, he still didn't rush over to help Naiyan relieve the siege, and ■↑dǐng■↑diǎn■↑小■↑ said, .√.o▼s_(); It's like a cunning hunter peeping to the side, he is waiting, waiting for the best opportunity, a chance for the nearly 500 horse thieves behind him to influence the situation of the battle, a chance to make Ulus Khan almost die and be grateful, and most importantly, the opportunity to let these more than 500 people suffer the least damage in the battle and the greatest result!

At this moment, the number one bandit in Liaodong is undoubtedly revealed, and if he doesn't come out, he will be killed, and no one can control his thoughts. The Han sergeant who was sent by Li Shiyi to follow him held a double-headed cylindrical object, motionless and looked at the situation over there, which made Lao Beifeng a little curious, this thing could be seen farther than the brother who climbed the treetops himself?

"Ulus Khan is still holding on." After a while, he put down the clairvoyant mirror, and without waiting for the old north wind to react, he picked up another sentence: "However, according to the speed, the enemy's reinforcements are less than eighty miles away, and the slowest can be reached in half a day, and the fastest is difficult to say." ”

The sergeant looked calm, as if he was saying something insignificant, of course Lao Beifeng heard his urging, and then waited so well, when the time came, the enemy's reinforcements were also approaching, it was a complete cavalry army of 10,000 people, from the quantity to the quality is not comparable to the tired division in front of him, even if it is these extremely tired Kipchaks in his eyes, the strength of the expression still makes the old Beifeng frightened, this is the real elite division.

"What did you say before?"

"Never break your word." The sergeant replied flatly, his eyes did not include the slightest element of falsification, so he could not believe the old north wind.

"Can this thing be delivered?" He was referring to the double cylindrical thing hanging on the sergeant's chest, because the gesture from the tree dǐng from Fang Cai proved the validity of this thing, although he didn't know if it was realized, but such a light and easy to use thing, he had no reason to let it go, but the sergeant shook his head categorically like Fang Cai's reaction, and even rejected him outright.

"This thing is equivalent to a small life, the owner has something to ask, can only go to my shopkeeper to say, he can't be the master, send it or not, only our master family can decide, forgive the little one can't obey the fate."

Lao Beifeng laughed dryly twice and didn't mention it anymore, but his heart was aroused more strongly **, in the case of asking for himself like this, he still didn't let go of his mouth, can't he explain the importance of this thing? Since people say that they can't call the shots, they can only go to find someone who can call the shots, and he won't lose his temper with the same sergeant.

"Get on the horse, the whole team, what kind of system is it indiscriminately, it's really embarrassing for Lao Tzu."

Naturally, this temper was sent to the horse thief behind him, but everyone has always been like this, and the words of only being the big boss are like the wind in the ears. In a burst of laughter and fighting, all the horse thieves got on their mounts, and there was no formation in the dense forest, and the old north wind was not here, more than five hundred people spread out horizontally, and formed a loose long formation in the forest, and began to slowly walk out outside.

The sentinel of the old north wind and the clairie mirror can not be mistaken, but for Nai Yan, who is in the center of the battle, the situation is already extremely critical, after his own Da Yan fell, the original outnumbered guards immediately fell into chaos, although they did not scatter and flee, the decline in fighting spirit is an indisputable fact, which brings a decline in combat effectiveness, and it is self-evident that the Master's style of fighting for his life is self-evident.

Just now, his style of assault and charging not only did not penetrate the enemy formation, but played the opposite role, that is, he put himself, the commander of the whole army, in the center of the battle, and the eye-catching princely attire on his body became the enemy's best target.

"I am the Ulus Khan, the master of the Chijin tribe, the protector of all the tribes in Liaodong, don't believe the words of the despicable sneak attackers, they are all close to me!"

Without the summoning of the banner, Nai Yan had to use this basic method of communication by roaring, in order to try his best to collect the remnants of the army, but in the chaotic and noisy battlefield, Ren roared hoarsely, and only a hundred people gathered over, and when the Kipchaks eliminated the guards and cavalry who were fighting separately, they immediately surrounded their team of less than 500 people on the side of the Liao River.

In fact, in terms of battle losses, the number of Kipchaks was greater, and the total number of cavalry of 2,000 had disappeared by now more than 800 people, but the proportion of the other side was even greater. Yu Wa Lost, who had lost his weapon, had already been rescued by his subordinates, holding the half of the black flag in his hand, and watching his people with a smug face, I was afraid that he didn't need to wait for Atahai's reinforcements to achieve the goal of gathering and annihilating, compared to such a big result, those who died were nothing.

The encirclement is rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rest of the Mongolian cavalry are fighting hard, but this style of play is not what they are good at at all, the Kipchaks pounced as if they didn't want to die, the space was so small that the war horses had no room to sprint, and the two sides rode on the horses to fight hand-to-hand or threw themselves on the ground and rolled, fighting just the number, who can have more left than the other party, can win the final victory, and this result, do you need to say?

Nai Yan couldn't shout anymore, it wasn't that his voice was completely hoarse, but it was meaningless, more than three hundred loyal guards desperately wrapped him in it, but the enemy's breakthrough was only a matter of time, all his depression turned into unwillingness, why did this qiē fall in the end? Did Kublai Khan really lose his mind and go crazy?

Originally, he always had a chance to escape, first thinking that the other party was just harassing, and then he saw that the other party was not enough to fight for it, and when the battle flag fell, he thought that he could bring more people back, and he became like this when he came and went, defeated and captured? Sent to the capital to be humiliated by the titular sect master, at this moment Nai Yan suddenly had an idea that he had never had, it was better to fight! Even if you die here.

"Work harder, kill them all, catch the one who is the leader, the Great Khan has an order, a reward of ten thousand gold, and a thousand households!"

Inspired by his words, the already fierce Kipchaks became even more frenzied, and one by one they howled like hounds and pounced, aiming at the most striking one of the lions, in order to obtain the richest reward.

When the last moment came, half of the guards of more than 300 people disappeared almost instantly, and they did not flee, but were thrown to the ground without their lives. In such a fight, knives and everything are no longer good, fists, fingers and even weight are deadly weapons, and more are dead under the hooves of the enemies or their own people who rush up, the originally tight encirclement has been cut into a thin layer, the freshest flesh is only a stone's throw away, and Nai Yan's pupils shrink sharply.

But in a moment's effort, the smiling faces of the Kipchaks were already close in front of them, desperate! Despair like falling into the abyss arose from Nai Yan's heart, and the scimitar in his hand was unconsciously raised by him, slashing at the enemy who was not separated by two or three horses, but between his own necks, and he would not be humiliated by death!

"Great Khan, listen!" Suddenly, his arm was grabbed, and one of the guards yelled at him on his horse, and Nai Yan opened his eyes blankly, and in the midst of the frantic roar of the Kipchaks, there was an unconcealable cry, which rushed to the sky like a huge wave.

"North Wind!"

"Roar!"