Hu Jianzheng saw that Liao Jianhui was going to attack, for fear that he would suffer a loss, so he persuaded him: "General Liao, the Hu people are cunning, although they have been frustrated, their strength should not be underestimated, and it is better to hold the city steady." ”

When he came, Miao Dudu also told Liao Jianhui that as long as he kept Huangsha Pass stable, it would be a great achievement, but Miao Dudu's instructions and Hu Jianzheng's persuasion were no match for Liao Jianhui's hot heart to make contributions.

Liao Jianhui glanced at Hu Jianzheng and said coldly: "If you are afraid, you can defend Huangsha Pass, and you don't need to talk about the attack." ”

Hu Jian was so choked by him that he had nothing to say, and he didn't want to offend him, so he sued him, and simply went down to the city to arrange for someone to repair the city wall and city gate.

Hu rode and began to slowly retreat north.

The desolate horn echoed over the yellow sand, Ashi Zhimo looked at the Huangsha Pass from afar, silent for a long time, frustrated southward, the fate of the Ashi Department and the Hun branch to survive became slim, the clan has been killing lambs for the day, there is no harvest, how to see the wives and children in the clan.

Merge obviously can't think so far-reaching, the Northern Desert is a place that pays attention to strength, he is young and strong, brave and good at fighting, he will be welcomed wherever he goes, maybe he will be able to create a new tribe himself in more than ten years. The rise and fall of tribes on the grassland is like mushrooms in the grass, and there are not many people who care.

"Uncle, don't look at it, let's go look elsewhere, are the eagles still afraid that they won't be able to catch rabbits?"

At Mergi's urging, Ashzhimo turned his horse's head and began to retreat north after the group.

An exclamation suddenly came from beside him: "Leader, Zheng Jun chased him out." Ah Shi Zhimo turned around sharply, and sure enough, a group of cavalry galloped out at the gate of Huangsha Pass.

First shocked and then rejoiced, in the confrontation between Beimo and Da Zheng, few Zheng Jun took the initiative to attack. Needless to say, it was the new reinforcements who thought they were weak and could be bullied, and wanted to take the opportunity to expand the results of the war. A sinister smile bloomed on Ah Shi Zhimo's face, and he shouted: "Merji, teach me a hard lesson about these arrogant Zheng Jun." ”

The horn became high and urgent, and Merge let out a shout of "yo yo" from his mouth, leading the horse team forward like a tide.

In terms of horsemanship, Zheng Jun is not as good as Hu Cai, but Hu Qi rarely uses shields, while Liao Jianhui's light cavalry is all with bows. Sixty paces apart, an overwhelming rain of arrows poured towards Hu Cai, and suddenly people turned on their backs.

Merge cursed in his mouth, the scimitar in his hand was carved out, and he deftly manipulated the horse to avoid the rain of arrows, and he took a fancy to Liao Jianhui at a glance, and the shining Mingguang Kai was particularly eye-catching among the troops. Good thing, Merge's eyes are shining, hack him to death and this armor will be mine.

Liao Jianhui saw the oncoming big black man, his eyes were like copper bells with fierce light, and the scimitar in his hand danced in the air with pieces of knife flowers, and he saw that he should be the leader of Hu Qi. Capturing the thief and capturing the king, Liao Jianhui was quite confident in his martial arts, with a cold smile on his face, and greeted Mo Ji.

In an instant, the two horses approached, and the Mergi scimitar slashed forward and slashed at Liao Jianhui's neck. Mergie's eyes were hot when he saw this bright light, for fear of damaging the armor.

Liao Jianhui's spear shook, attacking against attacking, the tip of the spear pointed at the blade, and his eyes and hand strength were almost injured by Merge.

The tip of the spear collided with the blade, and sparks burst out with a loud sound.

Merge was shocked, this Zheng Ren general was so good, and his spear was extremely accurate.

The horse's head was wrong, Moji's scimitar wiped out Liao Jianhui's horse's head, Liao Jianhui's right hand pressed, the spear in his hand was provoked, and the scimitar was raised high.

The two horses were only three feet apart, and Merge leaned out to the right on the horse, twisted his waist to take advantage of the situation, and pulled out a curved arc with the scimitar in his hand, sweeping towards Liao Jianhui's waist like a clear spring. The opponent is so strong that he can't care about protecting his armor.

Liao Jianhui's heart was tight, he didn't expect that this Northern Desert man not only had excellent riding skills, but also had a scimitar in his hand.

The spear was made of stainless steel, and Liao Jianhui pushed his left hand outward, and the scimitar was sharpened on the spear, making a piercing friction sound.

The tails of the two horses touched, and Merge's body fell backwards from the horse, and the scimitar in his hand was like a practice, slashing towards Liao Jianhui's back.

Liao Jianhui was busy dealing with the galloping Hu cavalry in front, and he really didn't pay attention to Moji's backlash, and when he heard the wind behind him, it was too late for the spear in his hand to resist again.

The foot slammed the horse's pedal, the silver horse knew the master's intentions, and slammed forward, Liao Jianhui leaned on the horse's neck, leaning forward as much as possible. The scimitar slashed through it, cutting a big hole in the big strapping behind him.

At this time, the two streams of horses collided together, and the sound of horses' hooves, shouts, and the muffled sound of knives and guns cutting through the flesh were intertwined, blood splattered, and the screams were endless.

In this face-to-face collision, Hu Qi suffered a big loss, more than 300 cavalry and Zheng Jun's 2,000 cavalry light cavalry were outnumbered, and after the two armies staggered, there were only more than 100 people left around Merge.

Liao Jianhui suffered a big loss at the hands of Mergi just now, and refused to give up, turned the horse's head, and returned to fight Merji with light horses. The vanguard escorted the chariot to set off first, and Ah Shi Zhimo and some of the men and horses had not yet left, so that the team received the elder and had no time to take care of Zheng Jun for a while.

The companions around him were hit by arrows one by one, and the brothers who were drinking and singing together last night could never return to the grassland, and Merge's eyes were fierce, and he turned into a vicious wolf who chose to devour people, staring at the shining armor.

Liao Jianhui didn't dare to be careless at all, and the spear pointed straight at Merge's chest like an arrow, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder.

Merge snorted coldly, and returned a tooth for a tooth, meeting the tip of the spear with the blade.

With a crisp sound of "ding", Liao Jianhui felt the spear body tremble, and made a "buzzing" sound, as if he was about to become a living thing and break free from his hand, Liao Jianhui hurriedly clenched the spear body hard.

Mergie was also uncomfortable, and the force of the reflex made his chest tight, especially when he returned the knife, he found that there was an extra soybean-sized gap on the sharp blade.

This made Merge, who regarded the knife as his life, let out a roar, and his wrist shook again and again, and three sword shadows were split in an instant.

The three sword shadows were like three fangs, slashing and devouring towards the top of Liao Jianhui's head. Liao Jianhui's horizontal spear was over the top, and the three sword shadows were in the middle of the spear body, one was as strong as the other, which shocked his body a little shorter, and he stepped off the silver horse and let out a neigh.

Mergi didn't dare to fight, and if he stayed for a while, I was afraid that few warriors around him would be able to go back. Viciously compared his hand to Liao Jianhui, and Merge rushed to the north and fled.

Of course, Liao Jianhui refused to let Hu Qi leave easily, and chased closely behind with his men and horses. Seeing that Mo Ji was about twenty steps forward, Liao Jianhui hung up his gun, picked up his bow and arrows, and aimed at Mo Ji's back and snorted an arrow.

Hearing the sound of strings behind him, Merge knew that someone had released a cold arrow, and swept the scimitar back in his hand, sweeping the arrow down.

Liao Jianhui has a stunt, continuous bead archery, the front arrow shoots, the back arrow is tight, and there are three arrows in a row.

Mergie swept the first arrow down, and the second arrow came, and Mergie avoided it sideways, and just sat upright, the third arrow came again, and this time he couldn't dodge, and the arrow pierced his shoulder.

Seeing that the main general shot the enemy chieftain, Zheng Jun cheered, and his morale soared, and he tightly urged his horse to chase after him.

Broke the arrow in his hand, this little injury Moji didn't take to heart, and when he met his uncle, he would come to a decisive battle with this boy who hurt people with dark arrows.

Ah Shi Zhimo was careless for a while, but he didn't expect Zheng Jun to dare to go out of the pass to pursue, causing the front and rear teams to be too far apart, although the signal was transmitted with a horn, but at this time there were only more than 800 people focusing on the people around him.

Seeing that Merge had returned with a defeat, and seeing that the size of Zheng's army was no less than 2,000 people, Ashzhima ordered: "Withdraw." ”

Of course, Ah Shi Zhimo was not afraid of Zheng Jun, but at this time, Zheng Jun was in the limelight, so he avoided the limelight, and when Zheng Jun was tired, he would lead people and horses to bite this group of Zheng Jun to death. Ah Shi Zhimo is very confident, on the horse, how can these Zheng people be his opponents.

Hu Qi seemed to scatter casually, Liao Jianhui was eager to seek merit, and led the men and horses to bite tightly behind the bear's head flag, as long as he could capture the leader of the Ashi Department or the Hun Branch, this great achievement would be enough to make him rise several levels in a row and return to Kyoto.

Ah Shi Zhimo's idea was good, but he forgot that there were still more than 2,000 servant troops, and Zheng's army was all over the mountains and fields, and the people who controlled the strings had horses to escape, and these servant troops dragged their baggage and had no way to escape. Of course, Liao Jianhui will not easily let go of the credit sent, the horse's hooves are everywhere, and the heads are rolling.

Although the servant army is not as good as the warriors in the tribe, it will be very troublesome to eat, shelter and travel without these people, and if you look at the more than 1,200 horsemen around you, you should be able to fight with the Zheng army.

Ashzhimo reined in his horse and ordered: "Blow the horn and fight back." ”

The heavy horn sounded, and the horses circled around and converged towards the bear's head. In the blink of an eye, Hu Qi rushed towards Zheng Jun with a galloping momentum.