"Something isn't quite right......"

"Hmm."

Gorgan, the patriarch of the Wujiao tribe, and Lil Hachi, the patriarch of the Wuhu tribe, looked at each other, and they both felt that this city looked a little weird at this moment.

For not far from them a horseman rode to a tent and lifted the tent with his spear, but to his astonishment found that it was empty.

Nearby, in all the military tents, there was no trace of Wei soldiers.

This made the hearts of the two patriarchs of Gorgan and Lilhaci suddenly sink to the bottom.

You know, this time they came to take revenge on the Wei people, and the Dangshan army that retaliated against the Wei people attacked their tribal camp, which can be described as a model of being carried away by anger.

However, even so, it does not mean that they have not realized that this is a trap of the Wei people after seeing this kind of wrongness.

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang, as if something with a little flame had exploded in the tent not far to their left.

Suddenly, the fire burst out there, and the cavalrymen who were close to the horns were actually scorched into black charcoal.

"Bark ......"

Due to the sudden flash of fire, the horses under the crotches of the nearby Cornhorn cavalry panicked.

"What's going on?" Gorgan, the patriarch of the Blackhorn tribe, asked in a shocked voice while calming the frightened war horse under his crotch.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a Qiangjiao cavalry pointing to the sky, and shouted with horror on his face: "(Qiang language) Heaven, heaven ......"

Gorgan looked up at the sky and vaguely saw that there seemed to be stars in the sky.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Gorgan muttered to himself.

But after a moment, he felt that something was wrong, because the stars in his eyes seemed to grow bigger and bigger, and then finally revealed their true form: a wooden barrel burning with strips of cloth.

"(Zong language) is the fierce fire oil of the Wei army!"

Gorgan exclaimed.

Immediately, hundreds of wooden barrels exploded nearby, causing the surrounding area to suddenly turn into a sea of fire.

"(Ethnic language) withdraw! Evacuate! ”

"We have been fooled, this is the trap of the Wei people!"

"Evacuate!"

Hundreds of nearby Cornhorn cavalrymen were frightened by the sea of fire, and immediately returned along the road they had come from.

After all, in their cognition, it was the Wei people's 'heavenly fire', a fire that could not be extinguished even by heavy rain.

As for the rest of the Horn warriors who scattered around after entering the city, where can these people take care of them?

At this time, in the southern suburbs of Luocheng, 300 catapults were constantly throwing barrel bombs, bombarding Luocheng with barrels and barrels of barrels full of oil.

And near those catapults, Zhao Hongrun stood with his back on his back, silently staring at the city in the distance that was shrouded in fire.

He regretted a little, regretted that the walls of the city were too short, otherwise, none of the 20,000 cavalry in the city would be able to escape.

And behind him, the tribal patriarchs of the Rainbow Alliance looked at this scene with complicated eyes.

After all, a while ago, when they were still at the end of the city, they had tasted the bitterness of the Wei army's offensive. And now, they were standing outside the city, watching those Horned cavalry follow in their footsteps, which made them have a mixed feeling.

I have to say that at this moment, the city is like a hell on earth, and as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of high temperature and fire all around.

Think about it, when the Shang Shui Army attacked the city for the first time, only thirty catapults made the tribes in the city cry bitterly, and they could only surrender on their knees, but now, all three hundred catapults were dispatched, which can be imagined This power.

I only heard the screams of the cornered cavalry in the city at this moment, and finally died in the fire.

Those Qiangjiao cavalry, who were lucky enough not to be burned to death by the sea of fire for the time being, scattered and fled towards the city gates, but they did not expect that the four city gates in the southeast, northwest, and northwest had been completely blocked by the merchant army with fierce fire oil before evacuating.

"Are we all going to be burned here?!"

One of the Horned cavalrymen shouted angrily.

As soon as the words fell, another Horned Cavalry had an idea and shouted: "Abandon the war horse and go to the city wall!" ”

His words made the hearts of the chaotic Horned cavalry around them move.

That's right, the walls of the city are only two zhang high, as long as the posture is accurate when jumping, it will not be fatal.

Thinking of this, these horned cavalrymen got off their horses, climbed the city wall, and escaped from the city.

It's just that the cavalrymen who were surrounded by fire in the city were burned alive.

"King Su."

Outside the city, a warrior from the Lun tribe rode a horse to Zhao Hongrun's side and told the King of Wei what they had seen.

And when he heard that many of the horned cavalry in the city abandoned their horses and jumped off the city wall to escape, Zhao Hongrun smiled bitterly.

In this regard, he had nothing to do but blame the city walls for not being high.

"King Su, why don't we go and stop it."

Lu Baron, the patriarch of the Lun tribe, suggested on the side.

It is undeniable that these small and medium-sized tribes that have allied with the Wei State, they still have a lot of cavalry.

But after thinking about it, Zhao Hongrun shook his head and vetoed it.

Why?

Because there are indeed a lot of cavalry from the tribes under his command, but there are more cavalry on the side of the Karma Horn, if he is not greedy enough, he will be seized by Bitatu and regain his disadvantage.

"Dismantle the catapult and withdraw!"

Zhao Hongrun made a decision immediately and gave an order.

As Zhao Hongrun had guessed, Bitatu felt that something was wrong when the West Gate was blocked by fire, and then, when he saw that the Wei army was somewhere loading catapults with fierce fire oil in an attempt to burn the cavalry in the city, he was furious.

For if it had not been for his adopted son, Boshel, who had stopped him in time and persuaded him not to follow him into the city, he would have been burned to death by the fire of the city.

"The traitors...... Those traitors who are willing to degenerate and are willing to be dogs for the Wei people! ”

The appearance of Sain, Aru, and Shurha came to mind, and the corners of Bitatu's forehead were bruised.

At this moment, where would he not understand.

"(Ethnic language) go to the camp and move the rescuers! Hurry up and move the rescuers! Bitatu shouted with a look of exasperation.

Hearing this, several Horned cavalry were also accompanied by him, and when he heard this, he hurriedly rode back to the garrison and asked for help from the tribal chiefs who had stayed in the camp.

I have to say that although I have been a little unhappy with Bitatu in the past two days because of the question of whether to withdraw the troops, I heard about Bitatu's request for help, and the patriarchs of the tribe such as Gu Yigu, the patriarch of the Gray Horn tribe, still rushed to help with the cavalry of their own tribe.

These cavalrymen searched around the city for the traces of the Wei army, but unfortunately, the Wei army had already withdrawn.

After about half an hour, the city fell silent again, except for the fire in the city.

At this moment, the cavalrymen who could escape had already abandoned their mounts and escaped over the city walls; And those Horned Cavalry, who have not escaped so far, I am afraid that they will have no life to escape again.

"The Great Patriarch ......"

Gu Yigu, the patriarch of the Greyhorn Tribe, came to Bitatu's side and looked at Bitatu with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Have you ever found any trace of the Wei army?" Bitatu asked in a deep voice.

Gu Yigu, the patriarch of the Gray Horn Tribe, shook his head and said regretfully: "The Wei army may have expected that we would search for them, and after setting fire, they retreated early......

"They can't escape!" I saw a flash of anger in Bitatu's eyes, and he said coldly: "Tell the soldiers to search around!" ”

Bitatu thought well, after all, in his opinion, the cavalry under his command were all cavalry, and the merchant army was mostly infantry, how could they not catch up?

However, Gu Yigu, the patriarch of the Greyhorn Tribe, was eager to speak and stopped.

Probably noticing Gu Yigu's hesitation, Bitatu said angrily: "Go quickly! ”

Gu Yigu stopped talking a few times, sighed, shook his head, and led the cavalry under his command to chase after the Wei army.

But he was muttering in his heart: It is true that the Wei army has lost the city, but they are still holding the repeater chariot in their hands, even if they can catch up with the ground, what can they do? Our heroic tribal warriors, in front of the crossbow of the Wei State, were just sent to death in vain.

He wanted to remind Bitatu, but Bitatu was angry at the moment, where could he listen.

"Search for me!"

Bitatu shouted at the Horned cavalry around him.

Hearing this, the Horned cavalry who came to support searched in the north, east, and south directions.

But what Bitatu never expected was that about half an hour later, the cavalry under his command had not yet sent back the news of "successfully finding the Wei army", but another bad news came: the Wei army attacked his garrison camp and set fire to the camp.

"The camp was attacked?"

Facing a Cornhorn cavalryman who came to summon him, Bitatu was stunned.

He never imagined that those Wei troops did not flee to the east, but attacked his garrison camp in a roundabout way, as if he had calculated that he Bitattu would ask for reinforcements from the garrison camp and search for them.

"What about Wei Jun? …… Still around our camp? ”

"No, the Wei army quickly retreated after attacking the camp......" replied the Qiangjiao cavalry who came to summon the news, cowering under Bitatu's gloomy gaze.

"Then you're going to let the Wei people leave like this?" Bitatu roared with a look of exasperation.

It's no wonder that Bitatu was furious, you must know that even at this moment, there are still more than 10,000 Karma cavalry and hundreds of thousands of Karma slave soldiers in his garrison camp, so many, he can't catch those Wei troops who sneak attack the camp?

"No, it's ......" Seeing that Bitatu was furious, the Horned Cavalry showed a little fear on his face, and explained stubbornly: "If there were no slave soldiers, we could have captured and killed those Wei ......"

"What if there were no slave soldiers?"

Bitatu was stunned when he heard this, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with the slave soldiers?" ”

I saw that the Horned Cavalry licked his lips and whispered: "When the Wei army was sneak attacking, it was called to shout loudly in our words, saying that if a slave carried the head of our warrior to the Wei army, the king of Wei would pardon his slave status......" Speaking of this, he paused and said with horror: "The slaves are crazy, they attacked our soldiers under the bewitchment of the Wei people......"

Bitatu's eyes were about to pop out when he heard this, and his chest was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and scolded: "How dare you ...... How dare you ......"

After saying that, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he angrily reprimanded: "Everyone go back to the camp!" ”

The order was given, and all the cavalry returned to the camp one after another.

At this moment, in the garrison camp of the Qiangjiao people, the Wei people have long disappeared, only those Qiangjiao cavalry and Hu slaves who are killing each other.

The entire garrison camp was in chaos.

About 30,000 or 40,000 Qiangjiao cavalry, facing 1120,000 Hu slaves, this inexplicable infighting made Bitatu angry.

As the so-called house leak happened to rain overnight, Bitatu never thought that his side had just been defeated by the Wei people with a trap, and the slave soldiers in the nest actually rebelled.

Those lowly slaves dared to fight against the warriors of the horns!

"Kill all these traitors for me!" Bitatu roared angrily.

After all, he himself had taken the weapon, and it seemed that he was going to go into battle himself.

At this time, however, Bosil grabbed the reins of Bitatu's mount.

"Great Patriarch, don't care about these slaves......" Looking at Bitatu with an angry face, Bosil said calmly: "Even if the Great Patriarch can kill all these slaves, what can he do?" Maybe the Wei people are lying in ambush all around, waiting for us to be exhausted in order to kill these slaves...... Withdraw our troops, we have lost this battle. ”

Bitatu was furious when he heard this, and the horsewhip in his hand subconsciously swung towards Bosil.

There was only a snap, and a bloody streak appeared on Bosil's face.

But even so, he still clung to the reins of Bitatu's mount under his crotch, and persuaded again: "Withdraw your troops, Grand Patriarch." ”

Looking at the bloodstains on Bosil's face, and then at the chaos of the cannibalism between the Horned Cavalry and the slave soldiers in front of him, the anger on Bitttu's face slowly retracted, and he sighed silently.

(Iz) ...... Remove! (To be continued.) )