In another part of the camp, Liu He's spear was like a blood-drinking ghost in the night, roaring and ferociously eating away at the sleeping creatures. The sergeants were ferocious, and the hatred in their hearts erupted from the shouts, and they roared angrily, beating their horses and galloping fiercely, trampling on the fallen enemy and the collapsed tent under their feet, trampling and destroying at will, drowning the despair and screams of the enemy in blood.

The dense formation of more than 200 tents of the Wuhuan and Xianbei people, spread over a narrow area less than 300 paces long and no more than 50 paces wide, gave the attackers a huge opportunity, and they slaughtered thousands of lives without much effort.

The effect of the horse stepping on the company camp is really shocking.

Many soldiers died in their sleep, and many more died in a state of confusion. When the soldiers stationed in the middle of the camp ran out of the tent in panic, their fate was even more tragic - from the darkness on both sides of the Han army carried out a bloody massacre against them.

The soldiers, awakened by the shouts of killing and the roar, scattered and fled in the camp in disheveled clothes. They knew that their troops had been robbed, and they knew that the enemy must be very large and very large by a glance at the burning hay fields. No sooner had they withdrawn from the nightmarish city of Luronse, and the terrified and frustrated soldiers, who had neither rested nor recovered from the shadow of defeat, were immediately unprepared for an even more horrific night attack.

Liu He's spear flew up and down, Zhang Fei's snake spear stabbed left and right, the sergeants' weapons flew up and down, and the furious war horse fiercely slammed into countless lives, quietly disappearing in the dark night. The dim moon in the sky couldn't bear to witness the carnage of this world, and quietly hid in the thick black clouds.

Guan Yu led his troops along the densely arranged tents like a whirlwind blowing on the flat ground, and rushed into the Chinese army's tent with lightning speed.

Wu Yan, who was seriously injured and half dead, and Que Ji, who hung the lottery, and the two commanders of the Xianbei people were in an extremely bad mood, and after the Xiong clan left overnight and went back to discuss the future with the great leader of Murong, they drank mare's milk wine in the big tent and finally couldn't afford to get drunk.

They were grieved, because the lives that were lost in Luronse were their people; They hated because the terrible Han people exchanged their blood for a glorious victory; They are sorrowful because the huge losses have forced them to a dead end - if they have no strength in the grassland, they will be reduced to a lowly tribe.

But an even greater catastrophe struck.

Guan Yu roared with his troops, and between the rise and fall of the war horse, he killed several guards who met them, and then rushed into the big tent with his men and horses. Wu Yan, Que Ji and the two Xianbei commanders woke up immediately, but they were not yet awake in a daze.

The four soldiers at the front did not stop, continued to jump high on their horses, flew through the middle of the big tent, and rushed directly to the other end of the big tent, only to see the sword flashing, and the tall tent was split from it with the flying galloping horses, and they flew out of the big tent. Guan Yu and the other sergeants tightened the reins of their horses, their front hooves raised high when the horses were in pain, and the horse's head with the horse's mouth cage was raised but terrifying.

Wu Yan and Que Ji were frightened and immediately came to their senses, and they were about to draw their swords. Guan Yu and the others flew up with the upright body of the war horse, jumped up from the horse, and took off into the air to pounce on the four of Wuyan. More than a dozen people immediately became entangled, only to hear the screams of Wuyan killing pigs, which was particularly terrifying in the crowd.

Liu He and his iron cavalry and the iron cavalry led by Huang Zhong staggered in an instant.

The surviving soldiers in the large battalions on both sides had not yet found their way to escape, and the galloping iron cavalry suddenly reappeared. These devilish knights, with a thunderous momentum, roared and roared like a flood that burst their banks, destroying all that remained.

The fire in the direction of the forage field burned bigger and bigger, and the flames rose into the air and reflected half the sky, and its momentum was jaw-dropping, and the liver and gall were broken. Many of the soldiers who ran to the racecourse were so frightened that they turned around and ran to the battlefield again in search of a chance to escape.

The battlefield was suddenly lit up by firelight, and the wolf-rushing enemies were terrified to the extreme, crying, shouting, and running helplessly like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold.

When Liu He and Huang Zhong led their respective iron cavalry to pass by in the middle of the enemy's camp for the second time, the fierce enemy began to counterattack. Aking from their initial fear and confusion, they began to search for weapons as the Iron Horsemen galloped past, forming small formations in small formations ready to put up a stubborn resistance.

Long arrows from different directions whistled in the air, and the sergeants beside Liu He were suddenly shot off their horses by the enemy's cold arrows.

Liu He shouted wildly: "Speed up!" Hasten! ”

Liu He's roar was majestic and poignant in the night, it overshadowed the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and clearly echoed in the ears of the sergeants. The galloping horses accelerated again under the whipping and kicking of the knights. Some of the enemy soldiers who were preparing to meet them turned around and ran away in fright when they saw the horses rushing like madmen. A small group of three or five enemies didn't need to swing their weapons at all, and they could be knocked sideways just by relying on the speed of their horses. However, the cold arrows of individual enemies and some fierce enemies who were not afraid of death sacrificed their lives to block them, causing the casualties of the cavalry to gradually increase.

Liu He shouted at the oncoming Huang Zhong: "Speed up!" Be sure to speed up. ”

Huang Zhong responded loudly: "Speed up!" All accelerated..."

The front finger of his ringhead knife pointed at an enemy who was about to sneak up on him and shoot arrows, and then he slashed his head with a single sword.

The fierce battle immediately entered a white-hot state, but the enemy lost the command and organization of the leader, and did not have the familiar sound of the bull's horn to communicate, resulting in the result of their own battles, the result is self-evident, and its fate of defeat and total annihilation has become irreparable.

The speed of the two iron cavalry was getting faster and faster on the battlefield that was gradually losing resistance, and the figure of the enemy running in all directions, who shouted and killed quietly, had gradually thinned out with the repeated trampling of the iron cavalry. The surrendered enemy lay tightly on the fence, fearing that he would be swept away by the wild iron horsemen and never see the morning sun again.

When Liu He and Huang Zhong led the soldiers to rendezvous in the middle of the enemy's camp for the fifth time, it was only a short time before the start of the battle, that is, the time when the war horses galloped two miles away. It's so fast! As if in a dream, the sergeants were still immersed in the bloody and tragic battle for a while, looking at the hundreds of captives surrounded by the two troops, looking at the bloody battlefield, looking at the blazing pastures, no one could believe that they had defeated the fierce Hu people and wiped out more than 2,000 Hu soldiers.

I don't know who suddenly shouted, breaking the dream for a moment.

"Victory! Victory! We won......"

The sergeants of the Han army suddenly ushered in the great joy of victory from the shock, everyone was so excited that they raised their weapons and cheered loudly, and the roar of celebration of victory resounded throughout the battlefield and the night.

The fierce Wuhuan people and Xianbei people were caught off guard by the Han army's iron cavalry and had no power to fight back, until the end of the battle, they did not have a chance to organize an effective resistance, they were stunned, spanned, and collapsed by the speed of the Han army's iron cavalry. More than 1,000 soldiers were trampled and killed by horses or killed by the Han army, more than 300 surrendered and were taken prisoner, and only 2,300 escaped in the dark. The Han army suffered more than 100 casualties.

The assault on the White Grass Depression Pasture ended with the shouts of the soldiers.