The night was like a demon's huge mouth, and the camp of Xu Zhen's team was like a faint flame of life, which would be annihilated at any time, and the enemy cavalry was like an angry beast tide, rumbling and trampling from the dirt slope! The Rouran cavalry patrolling around the periphery had already been shot to death by the other party, and they were trampled into minced meat before they could even issue the siren!

Although the Salay people remained asleep at any time, they were still caught off guard, and the camp in front of them was directly crushed by the enemy's war horses, and together with the warriors who had not had time to get out of the camp, they stepped directly on the ground!

"Defend against the enemy!" Gao Heshu suddenly jumped on his horse, brandished the scimitar in his hand, and led dozens of brothers to rush head-on, Yinzong and Wulie also commanded the brothers to counterattack, they were like giant ships breaking the waves against the current, splitting the enemy's steel torrent, and then the melee came to one place!

Murong Xiao clenched his fists, in the palm of his hand was a smooth white pebble, and the mark made of stones under his feet had just been half completed, he had also read the classics of the Han people, and knew the past of lying on the salary and tasting courage, but he was very disdainful of Gou Jian, a man was born in the world, he should be happy and revenge, drink the strongest wine, ride the best horse, sleep with the most beautiful woman, even if he dies, he must be happy!

However, it wasn't until he crawled out of the grave that he realized how much he longed for the feeling of being alive, even if he lived as a dog, to keep his breath weak!

He finally understood that the grassland belonged to the wolves, but the ones who lived the longest were the old cows who had been grazing for many years and were often whipped by them!

Along the way, he endured humiliation, pretended to be crazy and stupid, showed weakness to the enemy, and finally paralyzed the enemy and no longer focused on guarding him, so he secretly planted all kinds of secret marks, and he didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect the team of Murong to catch up!

This team is the elite of his tribe, and he has been harassing ** near Liangzhou, and he is about to withdraw to the northwest and join the large army, but he found the traces left in the camp of Xu Zhen's team, and even found the mark left by Murong Xiao!

They had long forgotten Murong Xiao's death, but they didn't expect him to live until now!

In their eyes, only Xu Zhen's nearly 100 Rouran people are a threat, and these people in the Salle Department can only herd sheep and hunt, so they are not afraid at all, but the imaginary slaughter scene of chopping melons and vegetables did not happen as expected!

Whether it is the Rouran people or the Salale people, after searching the steppe for so long, they have already held back a nameless anger, and after experiencing the panic of the sudden attack, they quickly launched a decisive and powerful counterattack!

Xu Zhen clenched the long knife, first pushed Li Mingda on the horse's back, let Zhou Cang's personal guard, and then stepped on the war horse, and when he left, the Qinghai skull given by the Sale tribe was reined, and he immediately screamed and stood up, and kicked his powerful hind legs, bringing up a gust of wind, and sending Xu Zhen into the enemy formation!

A Tugu Hun wild captive roared and rushed in, with the help of the impact of the horse, the scimitar in his hand was slashed down, Xu Zhen took a deep breath, the horse passed by it, the long knife clanged and knocked the opponent's scimitar, turned around and stabbed again, pulling the opponent's back away with a terrifying mouth, blood sprayed out, and his cheeks were warm!

Qinghai Cheng's momentum stagnated slightly, and a tall and strong enemy on the left had already attacked, and the spear in his hand stabbed Xu Zhen's ribs like a poisonous snake out of a hole!

Xu Zhen pulled the horse's head violently, the long knife slashed out obliquely, the homemade spear was crisply cut off by the sharp long knife, a clamp on the horse's belly, Qinghai Cheng rushed over, Xu Zhen backhanded a knife, the wild captives were shocked, and blocked with half a spear pole, but Xu Zhen split the pole, along with half of his head!

No modern person can adapt to the melee of the cold weapon era so quickly, although Xu Zhen has excellent psychological quality and has experienced several battles of life and death, he still can't calm down, his mind is blank, there is only a hideous enemy in his eyes, only bright red blood, only the picture of brothers falling one by one, his survival instinct constantly stimulates his potential, pulls his long knife, and continues to kill!

Between the fire and the spray of blood, a cold arrow suddenly shot over, but it only left a mark on Xu Zhen's red armor, Xu Zhen suddenly turned around, his eyes were full of beast-like ferocity, and he rode his horse and slashed the enemy who bent his bow in a panic!

Up to this time, Xu Zhen was covered in blood, and his arms and thighs were injured in many places, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, or he didn't have time to feel the pain at all, because as long as he was slightly distracted, he was very likely to die in the chaos in the next moment, this is the understanding of the blood he got after paying several injuries!

He had no way to estimate the number of opponents, and only then did he understand how difficult it was to be a brave general, and his flying knife had no time to use, because he disliked the heavy repeater, he didn't carry a repeater at all, but just waved the long knife again and again almost numbly.

Thanks to the sharp and tenacious edge of this mysterious long knife, Tuyuhun is rich in various mineral deposits, and the forging and smelting technology is also not weak, and the quality of the scimitar created is also excellent, but none of them can be compared with the long knife in Xu Zhen's hand, at least those who were cut off by Xu Zhen cannot be compared!

Gripping the hilt of his sword, he once again rushed into the enemy line!

The fierce battle ahead was cruel and bloody, the sound of blades rubbing against bones, the desperate wails of the dead and wounded, the shouting of men and horses, the sweetness of blood mixed with the smell of incontinence of the warriors before they died, and the whole camp became a simple composition of blood and mud, knives and fire, life and death in a short time!

The old groom shrank behind the heavy ox cart with trembling whole body, he was also a warrior of Sall in his youth, and he had killed many horse thieves, but now he no longer had the strength and courage to hold a knife, even if his scimitar was stuck under the sack of grain in the ox cart!

After hesitating for a long time, he heard the familiar wailing sound, followed the voice, but saw his nephew trampled by the hooves, and the sound stopped abruptly!

His bloody nature was finally stimulated, and he pulled out the scimitar under the grain bag, and was about to charge forward, but he only felt a chill behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a familiar face!

It was a dirty face, with deeply sunken cheeks, blue and black eyes, and white and cracked lips, but this man's eyes were full of life, as if a new life force burst out of his eyes!

Isn't this Murong Xiao, who is scolded and enslaved by the old horseman every day!

"How..."

Before the old groom could speak, Murong Xiao had already stabbed a severed piece of wood into the groom's lower abdomen, and the jagged break tore the groom's intestines, hit the spine bone, and could no longer pull it out!

Murong Xiao hugged the old groom's head, as if he was holding his brother who depended on him, but his knee hit the broken wood with all his might, the groom's spine bone snapped and broke, and the wooden thorns penetrated his back, with sticky blood and minced flesh on it!

The old horseman's eyes were wide open, and he kept coughing up blood, but he didn't die, and the last trace of the grassland child's blood burst out, biting Murong Xiao's shoulder fiercely, tearing off small pieces of flesh and blood, like an evil demon!

The corners of Murong Xiao's mouth twitched, as if his body was not his own, and he couldn't feel any pain, because no matter how big the pain was, he had endured it, so why was he afraid of biting?

He grabbed the knife angrily, but found that the old man's hands were like iron juice cast, welded to the handle of the knife, Murong Xiao's wrist twisted, the old man's thin hand clicked and broke into an incredible twisted angle, the knife finally arrived, and the next moment, the old man's skull fell to the ground, and a piece of skin and flesh was still clenched in his mouth!

Murong Xiao came with a hidden sword, and the faster he walked, the more light and powerful his body became, as if the blood of the enemy gave him endless strength, and the anger of revenge stimulated the potential in his body!

A Salle cavalryman came over and leaned over to chop, but was dodged sideways by Murong Xiao, and the scimitar in his hand slashed diagonally, wiping half of the Thighs of the Salle people!

The Salale people fell off their horses, Murong Xiao followed, slashed his head, and then stepped on the war horse, looked around, and finally locked Xu Zhen's position!

Like a ghoul crawling out of a tomb, he came on horseback, pulled out a spear inserted in the horse's corpse, and with the help of the horse's momentum, he threw it at Xu Zhen!

Xu Zhen was slashing down a wild captive at this time, and he didn't notice the danger in the rear at all, and the spear broke through the air, and it was about to pierce Xu Zhen's back!

However, at this moment, a scream broke out from the flank: "Be careful! ”

Xu Zhen subconsciously turned his head, but saw that Caesar, who he hadn't had time to pay attention to since the battle began, was coming from Pegasus, blocking behind him, her double blades flicked up hard, and the spear flew out, grazing Caesar's shoulder, and flew past Xu Zhen's temple!

Murong Xiao snorted angrily, but he didn't love war, he slapped his horse and mixed into the cavalry of Murong Ministry, shouting in Turkic language, those cavalry recognized the voice of the cavalry captain, morale was high, and the morale of the army was greatly boosted!

Xu Zhen escaped death and threw a grateful gaze at Caesar, but the latter turned his head directly and rushed into the battle again, seeing that the battle situation was becoming more and more chaotic, and if it continued like this, the brothers were bound to be strangled by the enemy, Xu Zhen gritted his teeth, Pegasus forced away the enemies along the way, rushed back to the camp, raised the Xu Ziqi, and shouted loudly and ordered: "Withdraw down the hill first!" Pull down the hill first! ”

Zhou Cang protected Li Mingda, at this time the most courageous people to kill the enemy were Gao Heshu and Wu Lie, the two knew the importance of military orders, if they could not act in unison, it would inevitably cause huge casualties, immediately commanded their respective men and horses, and fled down the hill with Xu Zhen's banner!

Murong Bu had already relied on the wind of the surprise attack to sweep away dozens of lives of Xu Zhenbu, and after a scuffle, he even cut off countless heads, after Murong Xiao appeared, his morale soared, as if he saw the dawn of hope for slaughtering Xu Zhenbu, and when he saw Xu Zhenbu defeated, he immediately shouted to kill the heavens, and the tide chased after him!

Xu Zhen's team took advantage of the downhill momentum and galloped all the way to the open ground at the bottom of the slope, and the two sides of the melee finally slowly separated, and the horses on Xu Zhen's side were recuperated, relatively faster, and the chasing soldiers behind them were dozens of steps away.

Seeing that Murong Xiao couldn't pursue, he immediately ordered loudly: "Release the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! ”

His voice was full of anger, full of morbid excitement and excitement, and the cavalry was full of fighting spirit, and they began to mount and shoot, hundreds of feathered arrows fell like locusts raining lines, and the Salale people behind fell in a row like peeling onions!