Just now, Yan was in a hurry, and with a shout, he threw out with a rod, like a hammer hitting the Qiang people hard, knocking the two Qiang people behind. Yan Xing, who had his free hands www.biquge.info quickly pulled out the Hundred Refining Ring Knife on his waist, and turned into the car to face the Qiang people. The Qiang people who got into the car were obviously also first-class warriors in the clan, and when they saw Yan Xing, they immediately took the lead, and with a powerful slash, they quickly covered Yan Xing's head on the head who had just stood on the car.

"Dang!"

A roar of gold and iron clashing rang out, and the sparks between the blades were fleeting. Yan Xing, who had lost the first move, frowned, his shoulders sank, and he forcibly took the enemy's fatal blow. Immediately after that, there were two symphonies, and Yan Xing, who was standing firmly, blocked the enemy's attack sweeping to both sides. Feeling that the Qiang warriors who were frustrated in the offensive were getting old, and the follow-up was weak, Yan Xing sneered, his legs instantly exerted force, and his side shoulders collided with the Qiang people, and the Qiang warriors who had no time to change their moves were too busy to retreat and avoid, but it was too late, as if they were hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, the Qiang warriors who were in the middle of the chest had black eyes, and they almost staggered a few steps, and before they could see the opposite attack clearly, the sword flashed in front of them, and the big head rose to the sky, and blood was immediately spilled on the spot.

"Gentleman, be careful!" A figure pounced on the warning sound. Yan Xing, who had just killed his fierce opponent and used too much force, had not yet calmed down the rapid breath in his chest, and the hairs on his body stood up again.

"Poof" The swift arrow pierced into the leather on the surface of the shield with a muffled sound, and it turned out that Xiao Kui raised the shield and rushed over to help Yan Xing block a cold arrow.

Yan Xing grinned at Xiao Kui with a smile, and looked at it, the Qiang people who released the cold arrows had already fled away, and the frontal battle was still deadlocked. On the other side, the Qiang people attacking the defense line suddenly broke out into a burst of cheers, it turned out that the spearmen of the chariot formation suffered too many casualties, the thick hemp rope connecting the chariot formation was cut, and the chariots were also moved away by the Qiang people who swarmed to the car, and the Qiang people who shouted loudly to break the formation were pouring in along this gap. After Ma Lin personally led people to fill the gap, the position barely stabilized, but it was also precarious.

At this time, Ma Lin, who bore the brunt of the attack, this man of more than seven feet was covered in blood, like a mad tiger, holding a ring knife to plug the gap, and inspiring the people around him with his bloody nature of fighting to the death, desperately blocking the waves of attacks of the Qiang people.

"Blow the trumpet!"

Yan Xing, who looked at the overall situation, ordered loudly. Now the resistance of all the people in the car formation has reached the point of almost exhaustion, and the Qiang forces outside have also been mobilized, just like two wrestling bulls will fight their tentacles against each other, if there is a difference between either side at this time, they will be overturned to the ground, and the other party will use their tentacles to disembowel their stomachs, and Yan Xing is to take advantage of this great opportunity to break the Qiang people in front of him in one fell swoop.

When the low and deep horn sounded suddenly, everyone in the car formation seemed to hear the gospel of saving lives, and the battlefield finally ushered in a subversive turn.

Just outside the fierce battle between the two sides, the white dog suddenly rushed out of more than a dozen horses, chasing the wind and lightning, unstoppable, and directly attacked the lost party that commanded the battle.

After receiving Yan Xing's order, Gan Ling paid close attention to the situation of the battle between the two sides on the battlefield, and after seeing the Qiang leader pressing all the remaining men and horses in his hands, he realized that the time had come to break the enemy, and led his men to sneak into the empty white dog gathering, waiting for Yan Xing's order to launch a final assault.

Therefore, when the horn sounded in the chariot array, Gan Ling left five horsemen to raise dust in the gathering as suspicious soldiers, and he took the remaining fourteen horsemen to shout loudly and rush out on horseback.

At this moment, the lost party was supervising the battle not far from the gathering gate, and when he saw a group of cavalry suddenly killed behind him, he was suddenly frightened, and hurriedly urged the horse to run forward, wanting to avoid these fierce gods and evil gods who demanded their lives.

It's a pity that the target of the ride is obviously the lost party, Gan Ling also ignored the only few remaining Qiang guards around the lost party to shoot forward to block, these people have their own riders around to meet the fight, his eyes are fixed on the leader of the Qiang people who want to escape, stabilize his body and restrain his spirit, on the back of the galloping horse pulled the Zhemu bow in his hand, and shot out the sharp arrow between his fingers with a whoosh.

The arrows with the sound of breaking the air drew a gorgeous trajectory in the air, and accurately hit the back of the misty party who fled in a hurry, and the sharp arrows came out of the chest, and the misty party snorted, struggling to grab this deadly arrow, reaching out halfway, the strength of the whole body dissipated, and the body fell from the horse.

When the riders behind saw Ganling shoot the leader of the Qiang people, they hurriedly stepped forward, jumped off their horses, cut off the heads of the lost party, and offered them. Gan Ling directly picked up the bloody head with a spear, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly to the four directions:

"The head captive has been given the head, those who descend will not die, and those who resist will be killed!"

The accompanying riders immediately shouted in Qiang again, and finally the sound of fighting on the battlefield converged into one.

"Those who surrender will not die, and those who resist will be killed!"

The leaderless Qiang people saw that their tribe was killed, and there were ambushes in the white dogs, and the belly and back collapsed instantly under the enemy, like a deflated skin, the momentum of the original blade was gone, and they fled in all directions like headless flies, and the people who were struggling to support the car array also took advantage of the situation to kill, and the Gan Ling and others who succeeded in the surprise attack converged, and pursued the Qiang people with their tails, and for a time Yan Xing and others chased the shouts and cheers of the north, and the cries and wails of the Qiang people were mixed with the wolves, and resounded through the foothills of the forest.

In the end, the fierce pursuit that lasted for nearly an hour was coming to an end, and except for a few Qiang people who escaped by chance, more than 150 Qiang corpses were left at the scene alone, and more than 60 Qiang people surrendered. On the Yan Xing side, the number of battle losses was counted, and a total of three cavalry servants, nine subordinates, and twenty-three Ding Zhuang were broken, most of whom died in the hands of the Qiang people after the front on one side of the chariot formation was broken, and the other wounded were counted separately.

The mess on the battlefield was cleaned up by Gan Ling and other commanders, and Yan Xing felt heavy after visiting the wounded. Under such rudimentary medical conditions, the lightly wounded were left alone, and a dozen or so seriously wounded could only resign themselves to their fate after simple bandaging. Yan Xing glanced around at the people on the field, silently walked to a tree, rubbing the rough skin of the main trunk of the tree. Today's battle can be said to be led by him, but after experiencing the joy of the battle, the thrill when he was almost hit by an arrow, the anxiety when he was broken through the line, and the pride when he won, he felt a sense of silence when his heart began to settle down. This is the first real battle since his rebirth, which is completely different from the previous or rampant battles, fighting fiercely with light heroes, or galloping horses, letting eagles chase dogs, and even what he encountered and heard in his previous life. The field of battle, the place of corpses. Today we fought a victory, and so many people died, and then there were many soldiers in the troubled times, and how many people will die. Today, I can still look at this battle as a victor, and in the future, will I one day be as unheeded as the corpse lying on the field at the moment, burying my bones in the wasteland.

Looking at the straight and straight trunk in front of him, Yan Xing suddenly remembered Feng Yi, the founding general of the Western Expedition in the early years of this dynasty. And whenever the generals were competing for merit, Feng Yi always hid silently under the big tree alone. As a result, the soldiers gave him the nickname "General of the Big Tree" and praised him for his humility and humility.

"Maybe Feng Zhengxi also has the same feeling of being in a different world after the war as I am."

Yan Xing sighed in his heart, collected his mood, and gathered his spirit back into the field. He didn't notice that there were two pairs of hateful eyes looking at him in the forest not far away.

Yan Li and his remaining cronies hid in the forest and witnessed this thrilling battle, first the Qiang people were caught off guard and fled in embarrassment, and then the Qiang people were brave and fought hard to break through the car formation, just when everyone thought that the Qiang people were victorious, the situation turned around again, killed Gan Ling and others and reversed the defeat in one fell swoop, and also shot the mystery party himself.

Seeing Yan Xing being aggressive and invincible on the battlefield, Yan Li, who was originally jealous of him, hated and feared this brave nephew. And Yan Feng, who has always claimed to be the wise man around Yan Li, is complicated in his heart, today's view of Yan Xing's bravery, like a god descending to earth, everything is broken, I am afraid that only the former Han Dynasty Bashan King Xiang can match it, but it is a pity that he has made every effort to make it difficult for him in the past, in his eyes, he is only afraid that he is also a traitor, it seems that only by finding an opportunity to put it to death as soon as possible, will not be eaten by this tiger.

Yan Xing, who turned his attention back to the field, naturally didn't know that just now there were already two people who had murderous intentions towards him, and now he had seized control of the convoy and led everyone to victory, but there were still tricky things at hand, such as how to deal with the Qiang captives.

After the captives were tortured and screened, Yan Xing left two Qiang captives as evidence of Yan Li's collusion with the Qiang people, and the rest of the Qiang people were based on Ma Lin and other tribesmen's ideas, these people had a lot of Han blood on their hands, and it would be a disaster to keep them, so it was better to kill them cleanly. Gan Ling and the other cavalrymen, on the other hand, insisted on keeping their promises and opposed the killing of prisoners, believing that if they had promised to avoid death, they would now fall into a land of injustice and bring disaster to everyone. So the two sides argued for a while on the question of whether to kill or not, and in the end, neither of them could convince the other, so they could only leave it to Yan Xing to make a decision.

Looking at the dejected, unkempt Qiang captives, bound hand and foot like beasts waiting to be slaughtered, Yan Xing pondered for a long time, and finally waved his hand.

"Let them go!"