The night is slowly falling, darkness is gradually dominating the land, and everything is falling silent.

A huge army of nearly 10,000 people was waiting on the north bank of the Purple Purple River, and countless eyes with excitement and anticipation were revealed, and they were in the most promising prelude to hunting. The soldiers looked at their commander-in-chief, waiting for the exciting order to attack.

The commander of this army, surrounded by hundreds of horsemen, wandered anxiously on the river beach, and he also waited.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, General Dassault is back, back!"

A cavalryman broke out of the night and appeared on the other side of the Purple River.

It didn't take long to wait, dozens of horses were faintly approaching on the south bank of the Purple Purple River, and Dassault's vague figure was getting bigger and bigger.

The lord, known as the prince, immediately crossed the river on horseback and met him.

"It's hard work General Dassault. How's it going? "The prince will be impatient.

Da Suo said: "I am fortunate to live up to my mission. Tonight will be our harvest night, please prepare your Royal Highness the Prince to send troops. ”

Dassault said goodbye to the drunken Li Huaitang in the evening and rushed back. This time, he volunteered to go to Li Huaitang's territory to inquire about the news, and in order to confuse and reduce Li Huaitang's vigilance, Dassault also showed weakness in offering cattle and sheep.

Compared with the young Alitti, Dassault is more calm and gloomy. Yesterday, Alati led the main force back to his lair from the north of Mount Fergana, and learned that someone dared to pull his beard in his territory. But Dassault resisted his impulses, and was much more calm than the young prince, always trying to get detailed information about his opponents before each action.

Dassault was quite satisfied with the results of the expedition. Li Huaitang gave him the impression that he was just a brave and instrategic general, but today he has further confirmed his greedy and lustful, self-righteous nature, in Dassault's eyes, Li Huaitang is at most a hero, and it is difficult to achieve great things.

Dassault also found that the military discipline of Li Huaitang's unit was not as serious as he imagined, and if he left the bullet pressure and supervision of the commander-in-chief, the soldiers would relax and ignore discipline. Among them, Dassault's most pressing thing is that Li Huaitang seems to have contradictions with the generals of his department for the sake of that beauty, and this sign of disunity is fatal for any tribe.

Dassault has always been obsessed with the beauty beside Li Huaitang, and he can't forget the delicate and moving face and graceful figure. Dassault believes that this will be a windfall for him.

In half a day, Dassault brought back such a detailed enemy situation, Aluti listened to the heart of the joy, he could not suppress the burning fire in his heart, as if victory was in sight, Aluti excitedly pulled out his sword, pointed to the heavy night in front of him, and issued a low voice: "Forward!" ”

Hearing the sound, the army of black pressure was activated passionately, and the momentum was terrifying, as if it was about to cut off the flow of the Purple Purple River, and the cold water could not stop the determination of the Alati to cross the river. Everyone was in a mood of excitement, because they all knew that this time, they were going to plunder a super fat sheep, and the soldiers who met Li Huaitang's department a few days ago had already told the rest of their companions about the rest of the other party's surplus situation, and now they all knew that the fat sheep had a large number of war horses and weapons, as well as excellent bows and arrows waiting for them to collect.

As the cavalryman who leaked the military information to Dassault said, it is not easy to sneak attack in the dark. Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, the Aliti tribe slowly groped his way through the darkness. In order not to be detected by the opposing scouts, the speed of the march is even slower. Although Dassault swore that the enemy scouts would be lazy tonight, there was no guarantee that a daredevil, out of the grass, would ruin their good deeds.

Although the speed of the march was slow, it had little effect on such a close distance.

The target finally appeared in front of Ati's eyes, unexpectedly large, and filled Ati's eyes in the light of a little fire. It was a camp made of countless stones, scattered with bonfires, and it seemed that the camp in front of me could hold at least a hundred thousand people.

If Dassault hadn't told Aliti the reason, Arati would not have dared to attack the enemy camp in front of him. Looking at the stone wall in front of him, where he didn't know where to go, Ah Ti couldn't help but feel the meaning of the magpie's nest dove. It is entirely possible that such a large camp could become a strong fortress if tens of thousands of slaves were driven to continue to fortify it. The ridiculous enemy general, who is really brave and unscrupulous, for the sake of mere beauties, has built such a grand camp that has no practical meaning to them, and it is better to have this mind, it is better to build a small, just the right size of the fortress is much more practical.

At any given time, the situation of the enemy is both expected and unexpected. For example, like Ati, who was about to make a sneak attack, the enemy camp in front of him was lax and guarded, but the size of the enemy camp exceeded his estimate. This brought considerable difficulty to the original plan of total annihilation.

"The cavalry rushed into the enemy camp in three directions, giving me the quickest possible way to disperse the enemy and not giving them the slightest chance to assemble. Remember, you are not allowed to fight, even if the war horse runs to death, you must continue to run for me, and those who dare to disobey the order will be executed. Behind the infantry hall, they swept past in formation, and they were not allowed to mess up the formation......"

Aliti was ambitious, and conscientiously made pre-war arrangements for more than a dozen generals, hoping to receive the most fruitful results.

The sneak attack took place at midnight, when most of the people were asleep, and the light from the camp's fires provided them with light.

Nearly a thousand sweaty and bloody horsemen served as the vanguard of the assault, and behind them, there were more than two thousand ordinary cavalrymen who served as the second echelon. In order to be tempting, the cavalry rode slowly so as not to alarm the enemy, and they did not begin to accelerate until they were a hundred paces away.

Aleti smiled, smiled comfortably, the enemy was really not vigilant, at this time, they were shocked to realize that something was wrong, and shouted and sounded the alarm, but for the cavalry who set foot on the road of charge, everything was too late......

The speed of the sweaty horse was breathtaking, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand horsemen passed through the gap in the stone pile, pulling the ordinary cavalry who came behind dozens of paces away.

Maybe it was too vast, and the sweat and blood riders who broke into "Ningyuan City" like a whirlwind had almost not yet opened their meat, and when they just passed through the open ground of the stone pile, there were some enemies, but they all shamelessly jumped into the trench to dodge, leaving the sweat and blood knights helpless.

The knights received the order to rush across the enemy and enter the camp, and a place with the highest concentration of bonfires jumped in front of them, which should be the enemy's vital point, and under the light of the fire, countless panicked figures were illuminated. Seeing the specific target, nearly a thousand knights were extremely excited, and they were divided into three ways to outflank the past, and no one doubted that victory would be in sight!

The excitement of hope was interrupted by a sudden trench, which was not too wide, but disrupted the rhythm of the sweaty cavalry, and it was obviously impossible to restrain their horses from the precipice, and the surprised knights had to jump into the air with their horses.

Dozens of trenches have been dug in "Ningyuan City", and their purpose is to discharge sewage and drainage, and this trench that blocks the way to ride sweat and blood is one of the three main drainage ditches in Ningyuan City, which is characterized by being wide and deep. Dassault, who came to visit the camp during the day, did not notice this at all, because he was deliberately concealed.

The sweaty horsemen of the prancing horse immediately lost their speed, and the embarrassed knights noticed that the ground was full of soft dirt, and once the hooves of the war horse were sunk in, they could not run, and that state could only be called walking.

The sudden change made the sweaty knights anxious, and the light cavalry that lost their speed was not even as good as the infantry. If the enemy counterattacks at this time, I am afraid that the whole army will be annihilated.

It really fulfills the saying that the good is not the spirit, the ugly spirit, and what you are afraid of will come. The Knight of Sweat and Blood Rider sadly found that in front of him, a row of neat figures suddenly stood up from the ground. Everyone woke up to the fact that this was a trap, and the ambushers were waiting for them to enter the house.

A low horn sounded the footsteps of the charging cavalry of the three cavalry of light, and two thousand warrior knights marched forward like a wall with spears. The once invincible Knight Knight quickly fell into a panic, and for the first time an unprecedented sense of fear spread between them, after all, the feeling of waiting to be slaughtered was indeed unbearable.

In foot combat, the spear is the nemesis of the scimitar. Riding on a tall horse, there is no advantage in speed, and there is no advantage in formation, and the sweat and blood knight with a scimitar can only be the object of slaughter. The knights turned their horses and tried to flee from both sides. However, the distance between the two sides was too close, and the two thousand spearmen soon entered the assassination range.

The spearman's general was Wei Anguo, and his hard and rigorous training and honing on the battlefield made his spear stabbing skills improve by leaps and bounds, and at the same time, he was more calm and calm.

The first enemy to encounter was Wei Anguo, and as he shouted, the two soldiers around him shot with him at the same time and stabbed the same knight in the lower abdomen.

"Ahh

A scream of pain, sorrow and helplessness sounded from the battlefield, which was terrifying. Three spear tips pierced his abdomen, lifting him up and placing him in the air. Before the terrible sound could be heard in the air, more similar screams rang out, and the relay generally rose and fell, covering the original sound source.

It's not that there is no resistance, but that there is no resistance at all. The short scimitar looked so vulnerable under the thrust of the spear. The difference between the spear and the scimitar is not even as good as the distance that a war horse can run in a breath, but it is this small difference that has become the fatal distance of the knight of the sweat and blood.

The sweaty and bloody horsemen who fell into the soft earth were swept away by the spearmen of the Bright Warrior Cavalry, and no matter how strong the knights on horseback were, they could not resist the spears that kept stabbing from both sides, and they were pierced through the abdomen one by one, and then they were picked off their horses.

This book was first published.

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