Hua Wenxuan looked at the high ground in the distance, and a group of heavily armed Hun cavalry was already approaching step by step.

Jian Yong and Cai Wenji worked together to get the confused King Zuo Xian out of the carriage, Cai Wenji held a knife on the neck of King Zuo Xian with one hand, pointed to the Huns approaching in the distance with the other, and scolded a few times in Xiongnu language.

I didn't want that group of Huns to laugh out loud on the horse, and replied a few words in Xiongnu language, Cai Wenji's face suddenly changed, and she looked at Hua Wenxuan helplessly, "They said that the Huns advocate force, and their tribe followed King Zuo Xian because of his strong strength, and now King Zuo Xian has become a prisoner, except for the people of his own tribe, no one will care about his life!" ”

Hua Wenxuan's face changed suddenly, if this is the case, this is really a waste of all the previous efforts, there are at least tens of thousands of Huns in Hedong, even if half of them come, it will not be easy to deal with them!

The group of Huns smiled and were about to rush forward, Hua Wenxuan commanded the servants, with the carriage as the center, to protect Cai Wenji in the center, and nervously looked at the Huns who were approaching step by step.

Here near the gate of the ancient city in the east of the river, more and more Huns got the news, and surrounded them one after another, and as far as the eye could see, there were gradually thousands of people.

Judging from the clothes and accessories, there do seem to be differences, and the various tribes are also encouraging each other, provoking others to provoke trouble first.

Hua Wenxuan took out the iron whip on his waist, shook it into a nine-section whip shape, and waited for it.

A group of Huns with beards and beards rushed forward first, brandishing their swords and rushing straight in a line.

Although Hua Wenxuan had 500 servants, he had never practiced them, and he did not know their marching tactics. One of the leading young sergeants just shouted, "Array!" Hua Wenxuan rushed forward and blocked the front.

When everyone was shocked, Hua Wenxuan shook the iron whip left and right, and shuttled back and forth in the horse team, the Huns were obviously careless, and let Hua Wenxuan go in and out of the horse team like a butterfly wearing flowers, and everywhere the iron whip went, everyone and horses fell, and the Huns who watched were all surprised and pointed.

Jian Yong and this group of Yulin riders were also the first time to see Hua Wenxuan in battle, and they were all surprised.

Hua Wenxuan took advantage of the chaos of the Hun horse team, withdrew from the formation, flashed to the side, and the leader of the Yulin cavalry hurriedly shouted: "Volley!" A column! ”

I only heard a crackling sound like a gall machine spring, and a column of Yulin horsemen who formed a column raised their crossbows and shot a rain of arrows, shooting the already chaotic Hun horse team in front of them to the back of their horses. The Huns, who were lucky enough to escape the first wave of bows and arrows, had not had time to rejoice, and the second wave of arrows came suddenly. This sound sounded five times in a row, and five waves of salvos were fired, and this wave of Hun horses of hundreds of people was wiped out in front of the battle.

Hua Wenxuan secretly applauded, sighing that this Huang Yueying's improved repeater is really powerful, small and delicate and easy to carry. It seems that this Yulin Rider has also been trained day and night, and he has a strategy to deal with it, and he is not chaotic in battle, and this Gan Ning is not a famous general.

The Huns surrounding were even more noisy, and more and more tribes joined the attacking queue and began to approach from all directions.

The bowstring sounded, the arrows flew sideways, Hua Wenxuan danced the iron whip into a flower, blocking the rain of arrows shot by the Huns, Jian Yong and Cai Wenji hid in the carriage, and the Huns who poured up from all directions quickly broke through the circle formed by five hundred forest horsemen.

For a time, the streets of the ancient city of Hedong became a place of bloody and screaming chaotic battles. The Huns tore apart the formation on Hua Wenxuan's side with their horse teams, pulling everyone into a melee of tight hand-to-hand combat.

A blood-soaked forest rider used a short knife to block the Hun slasher, raised his crossbow, fired three arrows in succession, and shot down the fierce Hun in front of him. He was about to wipe the blood from his face with his hand when an iron spear came out of his mouth.

Although the blade in Hua Wenxuan's hand was bloodless, it was the place where the Huns fell the most, and gradually, the Huns also found out that this was a difficult object to mess with, and slowly formed a circle.

But those mortal flesh feather forest riders were not so happy, and were gradually overwhelmed by enemies who were several times their own.

The carriage had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and Jian Yong and Cai Wenji were lifted out of the carriage by a group of shirtless Huns. Their wild and obscene eyes looked at Cai Wenji's body, like a pack of hungry wolves sniffing a lamb to the slaughter.

Jian Yong had already been picked off the dagger in his hand, and was kicked to the ground by the tall Huns, with the knife on his neck. Even the dazed King Zuo Xian had long since been stabbed by someone, cut his throat, and lay in a pool of blood.

Hua Wenxuan rushed left and right, but was surrounded by several times, and the Huns held long soldiers and trapped him in the circle, and from time to time used bows and arrows to sneak attack his dead corners.

Hua Wenxuan gritted his teeth and broke an arrow inserted into his left shoulder, and a burst of lightning unconsciously appeared on his right hand.

This herd! Hua Wenxuan gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of the carriage, there was not much left of the five hundred forest horses he carried, Cai Wenji was pushed back and forth in the circle by several shirtless men who put down their blades, and Cai Wenji, who was not attached to her body, clung to a few pieces of rags, struggling to maintain the last trace of dignity.

Hua Wenxuan's brows furrowed, and his anger rushed to the top of his head. Sima Hui's advice made him keep holding back his impulse, and he didn't dare to use this magic easily, but at this moment he couldn't care much more, he swept around his body, drew a circle, raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, and silently recited the mantra that Sima Hui had told him in his heart:

Hold your breath and gather your breath to lift the dantian, your luck and strength will be facing the sky, your five fingers will be in the sky, you will be called to the clouds and thunder, and the gravitational force will pull your palm into the ground, and you will be able to disperse the electric fire and set the kun Qian!

For a time, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and thunder suddenly rose, over the huge ancient city of Hedong, the clouds were dense, the wind was strong, the rolled up flags and the colorful tents on the edge of the city roared into the sky, were torn into strands of rags, rumbling thunder came from the sky, huge thunder fiercely tore the air, drawing a crack.

This great change made the tens of thousands of Huns present all frightened, they looked at the sky in shock, the blades in their hands couldn't help but be thrown aside, and the more timid people had already fallen to the ground.

The Huns around Hua Wenxuan were even more dead, and the iron weapons on their hands were torn into the whirlpool above Hua Wenxuan's head by the powerful suction, twisted into twisted flowers and flew into the sky, Hua Wenxuan himself was surrounded by blue electric light, electric sparks, charged and agitated, and a cyclone hovered around him like auspicious clouds, as if the gods descended to earth.

In the distance, Gan Ning led thousands of forest riders in disguise to finally rush over from the market town, and when he saw this scene in front of him, he was also stunned.

The shirtless men around Cai Wenxi also fell to the ground in panic, and they all looked in the direction of Hua Wenxuan and chanted words, and after listening carefully, all the Huns were saying the same Hun words.

Jian Yong rubbed her sore chest, leaned over to Cai Wenji's side, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Wenji, what are they talking about?"

Cai Wenji couldn't hold back the excitement on her face, stared at Hua Wenxuan, who was like a god, and replied in a low voice:

"They're talking! The God of Storms is here! ”