Nanying suddenly remembered the hurried whistle, and a rain of arrows was thrown from the two arrow towers near the camp gate, and at the same time, the camp gate was slowly closing.

The soldiers who could be on duty at night on the arrow tower were all excellent archers, although the number was not very large, there were only ten people on each arrow tower, but the arrows they shot were very accurate, just blocking the way for sticky Han to rush forward. Qian Buli specially asked the archers to learn to use projectiles to hit in advance, don't worry about wasting arrows, arrows can be rebuilt if they are gone, but they can't be found if the opportunity is gone.

With a loud shout, he urged his horse to speed forward, and the rain of arrows fell, and six or seven soldiers behind him fell from their horses screaming.

There was another rapid whistle, and a rain of arrows shot from the arrow tower again, and Sticky Han gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward, his bow had been drawn into a full moon, but it was not sent out for a long time. The warriors of the grassland can do a lot of 100 steps, but the range of the bow and arrow is far greater than the direct shot, and it is useless to use the projectile against the archers on the arrow tower, and if you want to kill the enemy, you must rush to a certain distance and shoot directly.

When the third whistle sounded in the southern camp, Sticky Han finally shot his first arrow, and the arrow shot towards the arrow tower like a meteor, and it hit the neck of a soldier in the southern camp with great accuracy, and the soldier fell to the ground without even having time to scream.

Wang Rui made a gesture, the gong sounded, and the archers on the arrow tower fell down and hid behind the wooden fence. In the rear, where the arrows were hard to reach, a soldier was standing on a high sentry fence, holding a small yellow flag in his hand, and the yellow flag was constantly changing with the movement of the previous team of sticky Han.

Wang Rui looked back at the approximate direction pointed by the little yellow flag, and ordered in a low voice: "Raise your arms high, throw!" ”

Although Ji Zhouguo's army knew the power of the projectile, it did not have a precise ruler as a standard, so it could only use the flat arm and the vertical arm as the standard, and set the three standards of the initial raised arm, the raised arm, and the high raised arm, covering the three areas in front respectively.

More than fifty archers behind Wang Rui pulled their bows together and shot in the direction pointed by Wang Rui, the front team of Sticky Han took advantage of the time difference and successfully passed through the coverage area, but the rear team was not so lucky, under the cover of the rain of arrows, some soldiers fell from their horses screaming, and some were thrown out of the distance because the horses that sat down were shot and wounded, and people were thrown out of the distance by inertia.

Zamuhe, who was watching the battle from the rear, felt a great pain in his heart, if this was a battle in the grassland, a few casualties would be nothing, but now he only had a thousand-man team left in his hands, and when the rain of arrows fell, he lost more than 30 of his warriors, which he couldn't bear.

"Collect the troops! Blow the trumpet and give me the troops immediately!! Zamuhe yelled.

Mu Han wanted to fight again, but Zamuhe's military orders had always been extremely strict, and in the end, he still took the lead in withdrawing to the rear with a warhorse.

The whistle sounded again, and the archers in the arrow tower straightened up one after another, and began to chase unrelentingly, and the archers under Wang Rui also shot a rain of arrows in the direction pointed by the yellow flag.

By the time Sticky Han returned to his camp, more than half of his hundred-man team had been wounded, and Sticky Han was dejected, snorting and not daring to speak, while Zamuhe's face turned iron-blue. A small temptation cost nearly one-tenth of the centaurs, although it has something to do with his loss of calm, but Sticky Han's fault is even greater!

The archers on the arrow tower were still shooting arrows, this time targeting the wounded soldiers who were struggling and shouting on the ground, and the sound of unbridled insults and wild laughter could be heard in the wind, Zamuhe could no longer control his emotions, raised his whip and slapped it hard on the face of Sticky Han, and roared: "Bastard! Didn't I tell you to be careful! You brainless bastard!! ”

Syllable.. Syllable.... There were two more blood marks on Sticky Han's face, and he didn't dare to resist at all, allowing his eldest brother to vent his anger.

"Give the order to go down and raise the fire!" Wang Rui smiled and gave his own order.

One after another, the lights came on, and Nanying became brilliant again, but there was one difference from before, that is, three unusually dazzling red lanterns were raised on the high sentry fence. Unfortunately, this slight difference would not have been noticed by Mook, who was in charge of harassing the enemy, and he did not even glance at the lantern.

Zamuhe looked coldly at the camp full of smug aura in front of him, his heart was hateful, anxious, and painful, and now he finally understood that the other party had no intention of fighting with him at night, but used his way to counter his body! Didn't he want to use the strategy of harassing the enemy to contain the opponent, look at the present... He waited outside with his whole battalion for a little half of the night, and his opponent must be lying comfortably on the bed laughing at this moment, right?

Zamuhe's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of humiliation, and the defeat of Sunset Canyon could also be explained as his eagerness for quick success and being too careless, so what about now? How can we explain being subject to others this time?!

"Hey... That's what a Muhe, thank you for playing with us! ”

"Want to play harasser with our general? Ha ha.... ”

"There are poor people everywhere in the world, but you are the most pitiful!"

"Yes, yes, standing outside in the middle of the night like a fool, cold or hungry?"

"Come here, we have wine here, come, come, come, if you can come in, I'll give you wine...

A few soldiers on the arrow tower deliberately raised the wine jar, although it was so far away that it was not easy for the other party to see what they were lifting, but if they didn't do so, they couldn't vent the joy in their hearts.

A few specially selected shouts with loud voices have a lot of power, Zamuhe only felt dizzy for a while, he himself knew that being tricked by the enemy was a change, and everyone knew that it would be another thing, and there would be no face! Zamuhe clenched his fists and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Someone, send the order, and collect the troops immediately!" ”

"Yes, Great Khan." No one dared to say much at this moment, and if the Great Khan was angered, the consequences would be very miserable.

"Mook!!"

"Yes." Mook cautiously stepped forward.

"Now that our soldiers are sleepy and tired, it is a good time for the Southern Army to sneak attack! You lead a team of 100 people to investigate near the South Camp, and if there is a slight abnormality, you will immediately return to the camp to report, don't be careless! "Zamuhe's ability to make wise judgments at this point shows how experienced he is. But this time his opponent is too difficult, and he doesn't play cards according to common sense at all, and it seems that winning or losing is already doomed.