On August 20, in an unnamed forest forty miles northwest of the city, more than a dozen horsemen were nervously observing their surroundings, trying to find their killers from the dense vegetation shrouded in night.

Maybe it's a beast, maybe it's a person who is as vicious as a beast.

"Ahh

"Ahh

In the forest, screams came and went.

The dozen or so horsemen were shocked, and there was a faint fear in their eyes.

They began to regret that they should not have chased the terrifying Wei army to this dense forest around dusk yesterday.

They couldn't figure it out, the Wei people who were obviously chased and killed by them before, but when they came to this forest, they seemed to be incarnated as terrifying hunters, like ghosts who specialized in harvesting the lives of the living in ghost legends, killing them one by one.

"I can't stand it anymore...... I can't stand it......"

One of the dozen or so horsemen muttered a few words to himself as if he were ill, and desperately took out the torch and flint he had prepared earlier from one of the two horses that accompanied him, and tried to light the torch with the flint.

Hearing the sound of flint and steel, another Cornhorn cavalry lowered his voice and said in horror: "Are you crazy?!" Hurry up ......"

As soon as he said this, his voice stopped abruptly.

For by the brief light of the flint, he was shocked to see that his companion, who was lighting a torch with the flint, had somehow been hit in the chest with a short throwing gun.

"Poof—"

The corpse fell to the ground, and the sound of landing made the nerves of the dozen or so horsemen who were already tense, as if they had been hit by something, and the whole person trembled suddenly.

"Where?"

"That terrifying Wei army...... Where are you hiding?'

The dozen or so horsemen held their breath, not daring to move, only daring to look around with their eyes.

And at this moment, the war horses beside them snorted a few times.

In an instant, dozens of crossbow arrows were shot out from the dim forest around them, taking the lives of several Horned Cavalry at once.

"I can't stand it!"

Tormented by the prowessing of life and death, one of the Horned Horsemen screamed, turned on his horse, and did not care about the other two mounts, and ran desperately towards the path he remembered.

At this moment, a spear suddenly flew out of the forest, piercing the neck of the Horned Cavalry with precision, and with that strong force, it actually took the whole person away from the horse's back and nailed it to a nearby tree.

"Ahh

"Ahh

After a scream, the dozen or so Horned cavalry were killed.

The moonlight shone through the forest, and with the help of the hazy moonlight, a tall man, riding a war horse with four hooves wrapped in a thick leather cloth, quietly came out from behind a tree, and came to the corpse of the Horned Cavalry who had been nailed to death in the tree with a dry iron spear.

A few rays of moonlight shone on the man, and this person was actually the general of the Dangshan Army, Sima An.

『……』

Glancing coldly at the corpse of the enemy who was nailed to the trunk of the tree, Sima An pulled out the iron spear, shook off the blood on the gun, and glanced at the dim surroundings with his eyes that seemed to be hunting beasts, and then disappeared into the forest again.

When the sky cleared, more than 12,000 Dangshan troops slowly stepped out of the forest.

I remember that around dusk yesterday, more than 10,000 cavalry chased this army into this inaccessible forest, and now, the Dangshan army, which originally had more infantry than cavalry, now has mounts, which can already explain the problem.

For a whole night, the more than 10,000 cavalry of the Horn Horn were slaughtered by the Dangshan Army, a Wei mountain army that was accustomed to fighting in the mountains and forests in a dark environment, as if hunters were hunting prey.

"'The Qiang people who live on horseback', but that's it."

With slightly tired eyes, Bai Fangming, the general of the Dangshan Army, glanced at the clear sky and said teasingly.

Before the words fell, another general turned out behind him, only to see the latter cut his hair, and said slowly: "It is the people of the Horn who are stupid themselves, and they will be killed by our army." …… They were not very good at fighting in the mountains and forests, but they were foolishly lured into the forest by our army, so that their praised "archery on horseback" was completely ineffective in this forest, and so they suffered this fate. ”

"Yes, yes, your deception is wonderful." Bai Fangming snorted, perfunctory as a colleague, and immediately, he stepped forward, came to Sima An's side, and asked, "General, what are we going to do next?" ”

Sima An drove his mount, slowly came to a dirt slope, and climbed high to look in the direction of the city.

In fact, due to the distance between the two places, he couldn't see the situation in the area of Yucheng at all, and it was just a psychological comfort.

"Support the city?" Noticing Sima An's actions, Bai Fangming asked tentatively.

Sima An shook his head and said calmly: "No! …… His Royal Highness King Su entrusted our army with another task. With that, he drove his war horse slowly towards the west, and said lightly: "Now that we have thrown off our tails, we should act." …… In accordance with the wishes of His Royal Highness King Su, go straight to the tribal camp in Kajiao! ”

Speaking of this, the corners of Sima An's mouth slowly raised a few cold and strange smiles.

It was as if a voice was whispering: the beast of war, loyal to victory and slaughter, has been released.

I have to say that it turned out to be a mixed infantry and cavalry Dangshan Army, and the daily journey made Zhao Hongrun breathtaking, and now, the Dangshan Army has captured the mounts of more than 10,000 Qiangjiao cavalry, and the daily marching speed is even more incredible.

When the sky was approaching dusk, more than 10,000 cavalry Dangshan troops came to a grassland with sheep grazing, only to see the dozen or so teenagers in charge of grazing sheep, stunned and trembling at this army that came from nowhere.

With only a distance of more than ten zhang apart, Sima An took out the map of Sanchuan drawn by Zhu Hai, the general of the Chenggao army, and then added notes by the tribal chiefs in the city, and compared his own position, trying to find a tribal camp close at hand from the "hostile target" on the map.

However, after half a sound, Sima An exhaled slightly, put away the map, hid it in his arms, and then, he actually drove the war horse and slowly rode in front of the dozen or so grazing teenagers.

"Don't you attack?"

Riding a horse to catch up with Bai Fangming, he glanced at the unsuspecting tribal camp in the distance, and asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Sima An shook his head and said lightly: "I went astray, it wasn't the tribes of 'Black Sheep', 'Black Horn', and 'Gray Horn'...... Don't do anything senseless. ”

"Don't do unnecessary things...... What?'

Bai Fangming flattened his mouth, laughed and followed, and when he passed by the dozen or so stunned herding teenagers, he glanced at the other party, and his eyes contained deep meaning: It's really fateful, little guys, if it was half a month ago, hehe......

More than 10,000 mighty Dangshan soldiers, under the stunned gaze of the dozen or so herding boys, bypassed the unknown tribal camp in front of them, changed direction, and continued to go west.

It may have been that they heard the movement outside the tribal camp, and dozens of people from Sanchuan poured out of the tribal camp, watching in amazement as a cavalry of more than 10,000 people swept past their tribe.

They ...... Who is it? ”

"(Ethnic language) black iron armor...... Is it the cavalry of the Wei people? ”

"You're stupid, aren't you? Qianjiao is fighting with the Wei people, if those are really the cavalry of the Wei State, how can they just pass by our tribal camp? ”

That's just as well. …… However, the army in black armor really resembles the rumored Wei army......"

"(Ethnic language) Hmm......"

A day later, Sima An led the Dangshan army along the map to find the tribal camp of the Wujiao tribe of the Qiang tribe.

The tribal flags of the Qiang tribe are very recognizable, and under normal circumstances, those tribal flags with huge horns are nine times out of ten Qiang people.

And after confirming the tribal battle flag of the tribal camp in front of him, Sima An gave the order for the whole army to attack without saying a word.

Since most of the warriors in the Wujiao tribe followed the patriarch of the Wujiao tribe, Bitatu, to attack the city, the Dangshan army conquered the tribal camp almost effortlessly.

After the iron cavalry, the corpses were everywhere, but all the tribal warriors who stood in front of the Dangshan army were killed.

"Whoever wields a blade is considered an enemy, kill!"

After issuing this order, the Dangshan army slaughtered the inhabitants of the tribal camp.

However, due to the promise made to Zhao Hongrun, the slaughter of the Dangshan Army this time was obviously much more restrained, and only killed those men who were strong and armed with sharp blades, and Sima An showed rare mercy to the old people, children, and women in the tribe.

But as a warning, Sima An ordered his soldiers to poke the corpses of the dead rebels with their spears and spears and erect them on the ground, looking like a "forest of corpses" from a distance.

Why? Why massacre the warriors of our tribe? Who the hell are you?! ”

An old man on crutches walked up to Sima An tremblingly and asked angrily.

However, Sima An ignored him, bent down and tore a piece of cloth from the clothes on a corpse, dipped it in blood on the ground, and wrote a line in Wei Seal on the outside of the felt tent of the patriarch of this tribe.

After writing this line, Sima An threw away the blood cloth in his hand and turned over on his horse.

More than 10,000 Dangshan sergeants rode away without saying a word, riding across their mounts.

The old man looked indignantly at the destruction of their tribe caused by this terrible army, and then his gaze fell on the line of blood that Sima An had left behind.

It was Wei Zhen, the old man couldn't understand it, but he instinctively felt that the words on it were murderous.

"Helper, kill!" (To be continued.) )