The three parties gathered together, the patriarch of the Feimu clan, Tua, was only in his thirties, and the patriarch of the Snake clan, Kuimen, was about fifty years old. Badar took Pang Tong and met with the two. Tuado's big pie face said loudly: "Liu Yan bastard, he hurt Xiangduolei, are you okay?" ”

Badal said calmly: "It's all right. His words were very simple, and then he raised his right hand with a thumbs up and pointed to Pang Tong behind him. This is the military advisor of our clan, and the patriarch found him from outside. ”

Tuado and the bearded Kuimen's faces changed slightly. Kuimen's eyes narrowed into a line, and he said coldly, "I don't trust people outside. ”

"Be cautious." Tuado also said.

Badal frowned. In fact, when Shanduolei was attacked, he thought about whether this outsider was a fine worker. This kind of thinking has never been put down. was mentioned by the two, and his vigilance became even heavier. Pang Tong knew that he had no room to speak, so he was silent.

Badar, Tuado, and Kuimen have been decided. On the east side of the valley is the road up the mountain, allowing the Flying Wood to climb to the cliff and lie in ambush in the low bushes on both sides of the valley. The Serpents withdrew out of the valley and waited downhill, where they would not be seen. Pang Tong was very pleased with this arrangement. Almost in line with the expectations of the three clans, Liu Yan's soldiers and horses came in from the end of the valley at night.

The evening breeze howled in the valley, and the sound of insects, which had just been exhilarating the surroundings, became bustling.

Liu Yanjun didn't make much noise, the sergeant was in order, and he heard the neighing of horses from time to time. The Snake Clan waited in a downhill position outside the entrance at the other end of the valley. Pang Tong and Badar waited together in the low jungle on the north side of the mountain, and everyone held their breath. He saw the infantrymen in front of him with torches entering cautiously, looking around from time to time. The distance of the neighing of the horses allowed Pang Tong to judge the situation of the three armies, with a large number of infantry in the front, cavalry in the middle army, and military resources in the last. This is the safest arrangement. And in the infantry formation in front, there was a man with a sword.

The firelight illuminated both sides of his middle age, and the tiger whiskers were black and white, and he should be in his forties. He was wearing a chain of armor, and his pupils were not scanning the situation around him. When passing through the low jungle where Pang Tong and the others were, Pang Tong and his eyes at that moment made the people in the dark tremble slightly.

The mighty infantry entered the valley, and they saw that they were about to reach the other end of the valley, but they could not see the cavalry. It can be seen that its formation is huge, and the crowd of 100,000 people is not an exaggeration.

A muffled thud became high-pitched, and the sound of the bull's horn resounded throughout the valley. Liu Yanjun in the valley was shocked, like a group of ants without direction, and rioted. The middle-aged general shouted: "Don't mess up, the whole army is on alert......"

As he spoke, the Flying Wood archers on the mountain wall of the valley released the "poisonous snakes" in the night, and attacked them in groups, and the soldiers who did not even see the arrows clearly, whined and wailed, and those who fell to the ground by the arrows were in pieces and groups.

"Retreat! Drawdown! ”

The general shouted. But at this moment, the Vasai warriors, who were lying in ambush on both sides, filled with anticipation and uneasiness, and whose brains were overflowed with the fire of hatred, rushed out of the dark green cover of the sun like wolves. The shouts of killing shook the sky, and under the attack on both sides, Liu Yan's army was in chaos. Pang Tong held the seven-star sword, and as Badar pounced into the enemy formation, he slashed at Liu Yan's men and horses, and the blood of those who fell to the ground with the sword flowed all over the ground.

Liu Yanjun's middle-aged general tried his best to salvage the situation. Under his command, most of the people barely resisted, and the people behind began to retreat, and the general had already returned with great speed, and he was already planning to leave behind his army. At this time, with the sound of another horn, the cavalry of the Pansnake tribe, which had been waiting for a long time on the western downhill, galloped in, most of the enemy soldiers had no strength to resist, and all wanted to escape, but were defeated by the three tribes in the chaos, and the ground was all flickering and gradually faint flames. At this time, the Flying Wood archers sniped the retreating enemy soldiers at the mouth of the valley to the east. The corpses of those who had been hit by the arrows, their necks crooked and their bodies limped, were stacked.

Pang Tong killed blood-stained armor, and when the three clans finally stopped their blades, he had forgotten how many people he had cut down, and his leather boots could step on corpses and blood stains at any time. After a bloody battle, Pang Tong looked at the excited people around him, who were basking in the joy of victory. Then gradually the sound burst on, and cheers filled the valley and soared into the sky.

Pang Tong did not join the cheering queue, he inserted the seven-star sword into the sheath. Look at these people who get the satisfaction of their hearts from a victory. He was no longer as excited as he had been after his victory, and a seed of preparedness had been planted in his heart. He pondered calmly. If the current situation is followed, guarding the key passes here can block the pace of Liu Yanjun's attack. But if things were really that simple, Liu Yan should have been able to detect it, and his strategists should not have been so unscrupulous.

The tribesmen began to search for weapons and other trophies from the dead. Pang Tong sat on a low rock and watched the scene. Then, one of them galloped into the valley, his speed so fast that he quickly caught everyone's attention.

In Pang Tong's eyes, those black dots and fiery red dots gathered together. Those gathered around the newcomers. He was still sitting with his back hunched just now, and he couldn't help standing up. In the distance, the voices of those people became noisy, and some men actually let out a mournful sound, what was going on?

He tried to walk through, but the crowd of people and the cavalry passing by him did not give him a chance to get closer. He had to stand outside and listen to the crowd explode inside.

A woodland beneath the mountainside to the west of Mount Watta was the stronghold of the Snake Clan, who were closest to the plains, so they often used war horses. However, because of its proximity to the stronghold, it was also the first to be attacked. Because the tribe that had surrendered to the enemy led Liu Yan's men and horses from the west path, they secretly approached the village of the Pansnake tribe. In the dark of night, when the garrison itself was insufficient, the encirclement and suppression of the village of the Pan Snake Clan was like child's play for Liu Yan's army.

What Pang Tong saw was the faces of those painful Snake Clan warriors. One can imagine what a terrible situation could happen in the village. If you think about it in the most sinful way, the result will be discouraged.

The Quemen of the Serpent Clan was pale, but the veteran was not yet overrun by fear. He immediately set a strategy with Badal and Tuado. The forces of the three tribes quickly marched to the west, and on the one hand, they sent men to the high mountains to the northeast. It was the territory of the Flying Woods, and they wanted the Flying Woods to flee to the village of the Vasai with its strange and fortified terrain. This valley left two hundred Flying Wood archers in ambush on the heights.

The infantry scouted the way and looked for the best path for horses, avoiding the mud and the like. The cavalry walked slowly behind. Pang Tong was mixed in with the crowd of the Wasai people, and it seemed that he had been submerged into an inconspicuous position in the crowd, and the people fused him into one, and the idea of outsiders was gone. He became one of the most ordinary people, and it seems that the military strategy Badar did not want him to participate.

In the darkness of the treetops, a pair of eyes glowing yellow under the moon, like messengers of darkness watching over them. The frustrated Flying Wood Clansman bent his bow and arrow, and shot the owl down with unmistakable precision before it could get up.

When Pang Tong saw this scene, he thought it was boring, and thought, "Just kill ...... National two-level protected animals, maybe it's still a rare species. Forget it, in this kind of era, there is no shortage of beasts. "A deep tease in my heart, trying to free myself as an individual from this dull tide. Unfortunately, the powerlessness of being forced to blend in became natural with the sound of shared footsteps and breathing.

They were relatively fast, and when they came to the foot of the mountain, the defensive front of women, old men, and teenagers, who were not in the flow, was at the foot of the Wasai mountain. These people nervously saw their own people approaching, and only then did they breathe a sigh of relief. Their hands were full of metal tools such as short blades, hoes, and sickles.

Pang Tong squeezed to the front. The old man told me about the arrival of the refugees of the Serpent Clan. With about 10,000 people left behind to resist, the remaining 8,000 women and children were able to escape. This also suggests that the fighting over there may be going on, in a dispersed manner.

Liu Yanjun and the two tribes who had defected to the enemy slowly exterminated the resistance of the Pansnake tribe in the guerrilla warfare, and they also focused their time on looting the existence. It seemed that it would be easy for them to defeat the remaining three clans. Or maybe they think that the army from the east has taken over this side. Pang Tong analyzed the situation. That's when he saw a strange scene. In the darkness of the night, by the light of the torches, he ran up the stairs and looked down from the heights. The smell of blood is not unfounded. The Serpents raised their weapons and slashed their horses. The horses moved in fear, and the neighing filled the forest. The moist sound of the weapon entering the flesh sounded suddenly. With the help of the other two tribes, he slaughtered all his beloved horses. Their hearts hurt and they were already numb from the destruction of their hometown. Killing horses is a natural thing, and to hide in this fortified mountain, they need food, and horse meat is the best resource. And it is unrealistic to want to bring so many horses into it from a steep mountain road, and it is a waste of time.

They don't have time.