The so-called camp, in fact, is a small ravine, dig out some ground nests, and then build a shack on it, such a terrain, in winter can shelter from the wind, for these lack of food and clothing, such terrain is the best place to escape the cold current in winter, but such a terrain also has a fatal flaw, not easy to defend, once blocked inside, it becomes a turtle in Wengzhong, there is no place to run.

Mu Gulu is now in such a predicament, in Hetao, when Yan Qi led the palace guards to abandon them and escape, his faith completely collapsed at that moment, the living dead generally lay on the battlefield, just want to wait quietly for death to come, but he is indeed fateful, in the chaos of the battlefield, actually less, and finally became a prisoner of the Eastern Army, when his identity was exposed, he was immediately picked up from the prisoner of war camp by Ning Xinqi,

After a period of hard and soft use, coercion and temptation, he restored the angry Mu Gulu, and with the desire for life and the ambition of the Rouran tribe, he agreed to Ning Xin's conditions.

Ning Xin tried her best to find dozens of warriors of the original Rouran tribe among the captured Donghu people, and these people became the original team of Mu Gulu, and after rearming them, Ning Xin sent people to send them to this rich area between the white mountains and black waters, the plains, and there was no place for them to stand, and only this place abandoned by the Donghu people could become their place to settle again.

Returning to this area, Mu Gulu relied on the team of these dozens of people to lay a piece of land in a short period of time, gathered a group of two or three hundred people, and took root here, but then, they were targeted by another large group of displaced people here, in order to compete for the control of this area. On this night, a duel to the death unfolded.

Mu Gulu's luck was very bad, and he was found out the location of his lair by his opponents.

Looking at the other party's team of hundreds of people, Mu Gulu was a little desperate. Although there are nearly 300 people under his command now, there are not even a hundred of them who are really combative, and the rest, the old, the small, and dozens of women. And this time the outcasts attacked, a team of nearly 400 people. It's all men. Although most of them are also hungry and skinny, they are still too strong compared to the team of Mu Gulu.

Mu Gulu's only advantage was that among his less than a hundred warriors, there were dozens of formally trained soldiers, and their weapons were much better than the other side, they had nearly fifty broadswords, twenty pairs of bows and arrows, and hundreds of spears. And the opponent, although several times his number. But there are only about 100 people who really have weapons, and many more people have them in their hands. It's just sharpened sticks.

After a day of fierce fighting, the opponent did not capture his camp, but instead left dozens of corpses, but he himself also killed and wounded nearly twenty people. In this place, to be wounded is to die. Arrows. has finished shooting, the opponent has filled in the trench in front of the camp, now he, can only guard according to the fence, watching the enemy not far away begin to regroup, Mu Gulu's mouth is a little bitter, this night, he knows that he can't stand it, in the opponent's team, there are dozens of people wearing leather armor and holding big knives, obviously the core force of this force, in a day of fierce fighting, this team has not been put into battle, and now, they have begun to move towards here, and their own side, The warriors had been fighting all day, and they were almost exhausted, and when this new force of the enemy attacked, they would no longer have the strength to stop their opponents.

He glanced back at the old and weak women and children gathered together in the center of the camp, and shook his head with a wry smile, he would no longer be able to protect them, and when they died in battle, these old and weak women and children might become food for the bandits on the other side.

The rest of the people gathered around him.

"Young Patriarch, we can't hold the camp anymore, let's escort the Young Patriarch and rush out for a while, we still have fifty people, we will definitely be able to protect the Young Patriarch and rush out, and come to them for revenge in the future." A big man carried a big knife that was still dripping with blood, walked to Mu Gulu's side, and said in a low voice.

"That's all it can be." Mu Gulu sighed, the first battle he came to this place was going to end in defeat. "Bazar, one day, Lao Tzu will pick your skin to make war drums." He stared at the big man with long hair in the middle of the enemies in the distance, and said hatefully.

Farther away, Niu Teng was lying on the ground, looking at the battlefield, the scene in the field made him breathe a little relieved, although there were many people, but it was indeed a group of rabble, and the most that had combat effectiveness was only the dozens of people wearing leather armor, these people must be the core strength of this group of displaced people, solve them, and the battle would be over.

"I'm rubbing, this is a bunch of savages!" Beside him, Huang Shan crawled over from the ground like a snake, staring at the battlefield not far away, among the more than 400 people, many of them didn't even have a piece of clothing, but only wrapped some branches and grass leaves around their waists, barely covering their ugliness, and even more even if they had clothes on their bodies, they were tattered and unclothed.

"Don't underestimate them, these people are outlaws, and they must kill the leader as soon as possible, so that they will be leaderless." Niu Teng said in a low voice.

"I'll rub it, and the dragons, this is just a group of earthworms, this guy will give it to me." Huang Shan licked his lips, his eyes lit up.

"They're going to attack, this time it's still the outcasts in front, and the bandit leader is in the rear with these elites, it seems that they are going to break the camp in this blow, and when their attack begins, we will go up and hug their ass." Niu Tengdao. "The first wave all use crossbows, and the first time they will cause a large number of casualties to the opponent, and do a lot of damage to this group of leather armor people, otherwise it will be troublesome for those chaotic people to be entangled, these people are all outlaws, if you don't kill their leaders in one fell swoop, they will fight back, it is very troublesome."

"Got it!"

In the midst of the commotion, hundreds of rebels roared wildly, brandishing their rudimentary weapons, and threw themselves towards the fragile fence, behind them, dozens of leather armor elites brandished broadswords, and followed, in the end, it was just a group of outcasts and bandits, when the whole line attacked, there was not even a reserve, not a single sentry did not fall, when they rushed to the fence like a tide, behind them, Niu Teng with more than 20 special service members, cats on their waists, ghostly rushed up,

The soft-soled deer stepped on the ground than the boots, and the voice was extremely soft, almost negligible in this killing field with a loud killing voice, and what they never expected was that in this area, there were still people who dared to plot against them, and there were only twenty people.

Bazar walked last, as the leader of this group of people, he spared his life more than others, he worked hard in this area for more than ten years, and finally had today's scale, the team of hundreds of people is not the largest in this area, but it is enough for him to save his life, and as the leader, he can naturally enjoy the life that people here dare not think of. So he's always been at the rear. As a bandit, although he has not personally rushed into battle shirtless for many years, he still retains a little bit of intuition.

He felt a chill run down his back.

He unconsciously turned his head, but what he saw made his soul flutter, a group of people and horses had already touched a place dozens of paces behind him, by the light of the torches, he could tell at a glance that these people were by no means people from this mountain, because they were uniformly dressed, all of them were burly, fat and strong, and the people here, except for a leader like him, were difficult to find people of this shape, and the people here, the biggest similarity, was that they were skinny.

"There's an enemy behind you!" He roared loudly.

He only shouted this short sentence, but those who touched it suddenly accelerated, and with a single dash, they approached them, and then, these people fanned out, holding in their hands a weapon that Bazar had never seen before, and the sound of a clattering sound was accompanied by a black light.

Bazar felt a chill in his chest, and he looked down in astonishment, seeing several dark and dull feathers stuck in his chest, and the only iron armor worn on him in his team did not protect him in the slightest.

He felt the power flow rapidly from his body, a trace of coolness quickly spread from his chest to his limbs, and around him, the sound of screams sounded almost at the same time, and his biggest reliance, dozens of big men in leather armor, almost half fell under the blow of the opponent.

He let out an earth-shattering howl, his body fell backwards into the sky, and he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were wide open, he didn't bat at death, he was just a fire and a group of outcasts who were not strong, why did he provoke such a group of killing gods. Huang Shan walked in front of this leader, whose body shape was different from the adults at first glance, squatted down, looked at these round eyes, and snorted coldly, "Boy, you are unlucky, if you attack our people, then you can only send you to the Western Heavens." With a wave of the dagger in his hand, he cut the opponent's throat.

More than 20 members of the special service team swept over, the big knife in their hands flashed with a burst of cold light, accompanied by a miserable howl, these guys who were extremely elite in the eyes of Mu Gulu, in the hands of the special service members, there was almost no enemy, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of leather armor were swept away.

Mu Gulu, who was already preparing to break through and abandon the old and weak women and children in this camp, was pleasantly surprised to see this wave of rescuers like divine soldiers descending from heaven to kill Bazar's group cleanly, listening to the familiar howling of the crossbow, he knew who it was.

"Surrender or kill!" He swung the scimitar in his hand and pounced on the panicked other outcasts.

"Drop your weapons, crouch, and hold your head!" Dozens of soldiers of the Rouran tribe rushed out one after another, howling loudly, desperate for life, which boosted their morale, and the fatigue of a day of fierce fighting was gone at this moment. (To be continued......)