The long cavalry spear helped the Donghu warriors very well, and the opponents on the opposite side fell off their horses one after another. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info rode the spear to lead the fierce wind and pierced the opponent's body fiercely. Bronze woven chain mail is clearly no match for the tip of a steel spear.

The Marquis of Dumi is worthy of being the most capable clan of the Dayue Clan, after the Donghu warriors stabbed their opponents off their horses with their cavalry spears. Their sharp scimitars came in handy, and the sharp scimitars cut through the armor of the Donghu people with the help of horse speed. When many fall off their horses, their heads are already separated. A cavity of hot blood is like spring water, watering the yellow sand of the Western Regions.

Soon the Donghu people also drew their sabers, and the sound of metal clashing became a loud one. The people who were stirring together and the horses were going back and forth, and from time to time someone fell from the horse. As long as you are able to stand up and move your body, you will continue to join the battle.

Hunter Jiaomi couldn't close his mouth in surprise, this is still the army that was defeated by himself that day? He became more and more convinced that these people were bait that day. Responsible for luring the enemy deeper, Yun Yue very much wanted to annihilate himself. It was only with the speed of the Usun horse that his subordinates were able to escape.

This battle lasted for half an hour, and in the end, he saw the always fierce Dumi knight scurrying like a rabbit. The Donghu people, on the other hand, chased after them with bows like hunters.

Not many of the Tumi escaped, perhaps only a third or even a quarter. The battlefield was littered with the corpses of men and horses, except for those who were hunted down. Very few people have feathered arrows stuck in their bodies, and it is a steel knife to steel knife, iron and blood to iron and blood. In the end, the Donghu people won!

The blood-red remnant sun stained the earth red, and it was impossible to tell where there was blood and where there was yellow sand. The war horse tried hard to arch his master with his mouth, hoping that he would be able to stand up and continue to ride himself to kill in all directions. And the knight could never stand up, and his head did not know where it went. He still held the saber tightly in his hand, and he did not abandon his weapon until he died.

"Clean up!" Yun Yue stood on the carriage and looked at the tragic scene in front of her. Years of battlefield killing have made him numb to such a scene. The Donghu warriors have already proved their bravery with blood, what else to say? Sometimes, people earn a face, even at the cost of their lives. It doesn't matter if you live or die, as long as you can be respected by others after death. Perhaps the moment they rushed to the battlefield, they already thought they were dead.

It's all face-wrenching, which makes a good general lose his correct judgment. Obviously you can solve the problem with a bow and crossbow, but you have to use a knife. It seems that real swords and guns can show the courage of a warrior, and only iron and blood are worthy of praise. Bastard! Lao Tzu doesn't want your dead blood to stab Hula, Lao Tzu let you all live alive. Killing the enemy and saving yourself is what a soldier should do. Yun Yue had already put a big cross on Murong Shenxing in the bottom of her heart, this was a stupid fork, a fool who sent his brother into the ghost gate.

However, the battlefield battle was shocking to the Wusun people, especially when he used to look at Murong Shenxing with his nostrils, but now he sincerely hugged this blood-stained warrior. Although he couldn't understand what he said, judging from his sincere expression, Hunter Jiaomi was releasing kindness.

The army was stationed on the edge of Moon Bay, and the most important source of water for the march in the Western Regions. Having such a freshwater lake is truly a gift from heaven. After winning the battle, wine and food are the best rewards for the soldiers. The fat sheep is skinned and grilled on the fire, and the strong smell of cumin can smoke people's heads. There was a noisy shouting from inside the camp of the Donghu people, and these bastards were drinking too much and singing and dancing. Murong Shenxing also specially invited Hunter Jiaomi, and both of them spoke foreign languages that the other could not understand. Although they don't understand each other, alcohol is the best language.

The two bowls of liquor collided together, and they poured down as soon as they tilted their necks. Then the two guys continued to say unintelligible code words with their tongues open, and it didn't matter if the other party understood it or not. The important thing is that they can just say it. If you drink too much, you will vomit, and then drink after vomiting. The stunned people have reached the supreme state of being able to vomit while drinking, and in the end, Yun Yue personally intervened. These two goods didn't drink to death!

There was a commotion in the camp of the Donghu people, but the other camps were quiet. They are all professional soldiers who know what to do and when. Most of them went to sleep, and the rest were patrolling or standing guard.

Kun Mo was very surprised to find that the Yun family had planted a circle of torches four or five hundred steps away from the camp. The entire camp is fenced off, and on such a moonless night, these torches will reveal the presence of the sneak attackers. Only then did he discover that these Chinese were actually very good at fighting. In retrospect, was there something wrong with my previous idea?

Sure enough, the Metropolitan Secret Department didn't think about letting these guests who came from afar have a good rest. Strange noises often come out of the darkness, including laughter and crying. Even his mother has a singer, echoing the Donghu people in the camp.

A few daring people wanted to sneak in, but if they did, they needed to extinguish the torches on the ground. The daring guy was nailed to the ground by the javelin-like arrows of the three-bow bed crossbow, and the guy behind him began to shoot arrows. Shooting torches with arrows in the middle of the night can be regarded as a solid practice of archery for a night.

Kun Mo Nan spent a night trembling and trembling, whenever he heard someone waving a flag and shouting. Or the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, and they will get up with a grunt. The war horse in front of the tent, carrying a knife in his hand like a frightened rabbit, looked around in horror. In the past, when he was against the Yue people, he was not less attacked by the Yue people.

This endless harassment exhausted him and his men. Often, after two or three days of confrontation, the Wusun people have relented. The Yue's cavalry, which rushed over like a sea of mountains, would give them a thunderous blow. The Wusun people's several crushing defeats were basically due to this attack tactic.

Unlike the surprise of the Wusun people, the Huaxia people don't seem to be afraid of sneak attacks at all. Wherever there was a figure shaking outside the camp, there would be crossbow arrows like javelins. Except for the soldiers on duty at night, the others were snoring like thunder. Every half hour, there was still a whistle. A new wave of sentinels will continue to deal with the Yueshi people in high spirits. The soldiers who got off the sentry fell asleep, not afraid of the so-called sneak attack at all.

was startled until dawn, with two eyes like national treasures. Emerging from the tent, Kun Mo Nan glanced out of the camp, and the scene suddenly surprised him. Oh my God......! (To be continued.) )