The horse's hooves roared, and Qi Meng raised his head and looked at the opposite hillside, his scalp tingling and tightening to the extreme.

Under the gloomy morning light.

A 'huge wall' reflecting the cold light of the weapon advanced in, surging like a tidal wave, and the undulating charges were like waves, rushing down from the small slope, as if it could crush everything.

"Let's go! Withdraw—"

Qi slammed the reins, hurriedly turned around and ran, screaming as hard as he could to greet his nearby subordinates, and galloped in the direction of White Wolf Mountain, dozens of Wuhuan riders who heard his voice also ran with him when he turned around, and the rest heard the movement, but it was too late for the people and horses trapped in the fight. Li Heizi wiped the blood on his face, and also shouted: "Turn around, leave them alone, and kill into the Wuhuan tribe!" ”

The war horse was running, the wolf horse scout left the Wuhuan people who were fighting, hurriedly pulled away, turned to the Wuhuan tribe on the other side of the field, and the Wuhuan people who stayed behind saw the cavalry formation that was pushed over, and let out a "woo-ah-ah-" frightened sound, and began to run for their lives, and the people who lost their horses and did not die let out desperate cries behind the buttocks of their companions.

The white wolf Yi advanced from high speed——

"Let me get on the horse!" There were Wuhuan people crying and making their last sounds.

Boom Boom Boom Boom .......Boom ......Boom Boom Boom

The roaring sound of horses' hooves drowned out all the sounds that should have been in the morning, and approached the back of the fleeing figures and Wuhuan cavalry, and a lame running soldier turned around and swept with his spear, hitting the chest of the sprinting war horse, and the moment the spear flew out of his hand with great force, the iron spear pressed from above pierced his chest, flew high, and then fell to the ground and was swept under the hooves of countless splashed horses, tearing to pieces.

More slower Wuhuan cavalry, or no war horses, were instantly drowned in by iron hooves in the sound of ghosts crying wolves, bones clicked and broken from time to time under the horses' hooves, internal organs, flesh and blood sprinkled with dirt, leaving a red patch on the ground.

Crossing a hillside, Qi Meng glanced back, turned his head with cracked teeth, and shouted to his subordinates: "Go and inform the people of the tribe in front of you, immediately retreat, retreat to White Wolf Mountain-"

Hearing the signal for help, the Wuhuan cavalry who rushed to the scene looked at the cavalry advancing mightily, turned around and ran without saying a word, and some wanted to go over to intercept, but before they could get close, they were scattered in all directions by the cavalry's arrow rain, and even were directly submerged.

"I want to go......" The voice was very soft, but it suddenly drifted into my ears.

The white horse's hooves moved frantically, and they continued to pursue. Qi Meng subconsciously turned around again, and the figure of the white horse and silver spear followed him steadily, gradually approaching, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Block this Han general!" ”

Several Wuhuan cavalry turned their horses' heads and detoured to the past, just heard two sounds, Qi Meng turned around and saw that the Han general who killed him in the rear directly smashed the head with a shot, drew a sword from his waist, and cut off the head of another Wuhuan cavalryman, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart, he was already a brave warrior who could resist under his command, and it was okay to deal with two or three, but it couldn't be so easy.

"A great general........."

His mind drifted for a moment.

…….

A large area of cattle and sheep lowered their heads and gnawed on the grass, and then raised their heads, and the shepherd in tattered leather jackets stopped the whip in his hand, spit out the grass roots hanging in his mouth, and looked at the direction where the roar sounded, and gradually the earth was shaking, and more than ten horses in the field of vision were scattered towards this side, and then a wave of black pressure swept in.

The Wuhuan cavalry who ran over ignored him and ran into the tribe to cause a brief riot, Qi Meng's arm was wounded and bloody, and he shouted at the shepherd who was stunned over there, and the Wuhuan people who came out of the tribe not far away: "Run——"

Behind him, the horse's hooves approached like thunder.

The people in the tribe heard the movement, looked at the figure rushing in the distance and shouted something, and in the next second, Qi Meng's chest popped, and the head of the gun ran through, and the whole person was picked up in the air, and his mouth full of blood opened wide to the extreme, and he shouted out the last words heartbreakingly: "Go quickly-"

Underneath the hanging corpses, the wolf riders who rushed densely rushed shouted with spears and blades: "Ho! The sound of the noisy tribe in front of him, the terrifying momentum carried a huge impact, a sluggish, frightened Wuhuan herdsman was directly knocked down, drowned under the high-speed advancing horses' hooves, the blood line kept flying on the ground, a tent was also trampled down in the wave sweeping, the smoke and dust were filled, the crying child was held by the father and wanted to escape from the tribe, the speed was not as good as after all, the cavalry who was chased by the tail and the child in his arms were strung to the ground with a gun.

A thin-skinned and emaciated old man called out a crude spear and let out a "Woo wow! With tears in his cloudy eyes, he rushed towards the most conspicuous white horse recently.

The war horse neighed, the silver armor on his arm trembled slightly, and the gentian spear buzzed through the air, Zhao Yun didn't look over there, his eyes swept over the tribe that was almost flat, and he ordered the herald soldiers beside him: "Fight quickly, the lord has the order to clear everything on the road of the army." ”

"Kill the light?"

Under the white helmet, Zhao Yun nodded slightly, "Don't leave an inch of grass." He retracted his arm violently, and with a pop sound, the head of the gun was pulled out of the twitching old man's mouth, and only the red tide was still spreading in his eyes.

The vision rose to the sky, and more than ten miles in front of this war-burning tribe, five thousand Black Mountain Riders launched a charge against another Wuhuan tribe at almost the same time, and the black wolf flag was embraced in the crowd and rushed into that tribe like a torrent.

Another massacre.

Before several Wuhuan cavalry who were resting in this tribe could get on their horses, they were pierced by several spears, and a Wuhuan man who looked quite fierce as a leader was directly split in two by the giant axe that was chopped off, and flew out and smashed a tent, Pan Feng held the handle of the axe in both hands, and roared at the herdsmen running around.

"Where are you going to be generals...... The leader is also !! ”

In the roar, he did not kill the Wuhuan herdsmen who ran around, and while walking, he looked for a target to attack, while the surrounding Black Mountain riders seemed fanatical and easy to kill. In the chaos, the galloping Black Mountain rider lit the torch and threw it on the tent, the flames rose in a moment, and the smoke rolled up into the sky with a terrible scream, and the whole tribe had fallen into the flames, and the burning body and the woman who was chopped and covered in blood ran around, letting out a heart-rending scream.

Soon after, whether it was resisting or not, the sound was silenced here, the fire illuminated the cavalry with guns and knives mending their knives on the corpses, outside the tribe, the sound of trampling horses' hooves approached, and hundreds of guards wolf riders surrounded Gongsun Zhi and came first.

"Don't stay long, while the White Wolf Mountain hasn't reacted yet, continue to step forward."

He whispered, reached out and took a bow from the hand of the others, picked it up and shot it at a crawling Wuhuan woman on the ground, "If you are not dead, don't waste time, hurry to the next tribe." ”

The figure of the arrow did not move at all, Gongsun Zhi threw the bow to the guards, and took the lead in riding a horse and running, and more than 5,000 horsemen around him galloped away with him.

Black smoke swept across the sky, overlooking the earth, in this early morning sun, the two advancing teams were like the two arms of giants sweeping out the blood-drenched road left and right in the direction of White Wolf Mountain, beacon fires, scouts, routs, and fleeing herdsmen were all killing and extending over for a moment.

After receiving the news, Bunton, Lou Ban, Neng Chenyu and others were stunned for a moment, and then went crazy to mobilize all the young people in their tribe who could be mobilized, however, outside the White Wolf Mountain, countless Wuhuan tribes were suffering from indescribable aggression.

The wolf flag spread, and the offensive was like fire.