Achim reluctantly agreed, and he brought his companions, more than twenty horsemen, all great food warriors, and all big food horses. As soon as Ashina Molu saw it, he knew that these people were not ordinary sand thieves, but real knights of the Great Eater. He agreed with Achim that he would take the initiative and the big cannibal would just watch. When he breaks through Li Zaixing's stronghold, he will naturally hand over Aya and those big cannibals to Achim to take away.

The battle began, and fifty Turkic knights rode their horses and rushed towards Li Zaixing's camp.

It was a high ground, less than a hundred paces in circumference, and the creek made a bend in the high ground and flowed northward, with only the northwest corner of the high ground passable. Fifty knights came from the west and rushed to this gap, and as soon as they rode up the high slopes, Ashina Molu could command a large army to rush in and flatten Li Zaixing's camp.

Although the night was dark, these Turkic knights were people who had grown up on horseback, and they were skilled in riding, familiar with the terrain, and their speed was not weaker than in the daytime.

"Whoosh!" In the darkness, several sharp arrows broke through the air, and the Turkic knights hurriedly raised their shields, but they were still one step too slow, and the two knights turned over and fell off their horses, and were immediately trampled by the hooves of their companions, and they whimpered for their lives.

Death, instead of demoralizing the Turks, aroused their fighting spirit, and they shouted loudly, rode their horses and whips, and rushed to the high ground at a faster speed.

Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred steps.

With a loud shout in the distance, the flames burst out, and then the sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air was loud, and a dense rain of arrows shot towards the Turks.

In the faint light of the fire, ten archers stood side by side, waving their hands and shooting sharp arrows into the sky. In front of them, a row of tall black shadows stood up, looking like a mound of earth and a wall of walls.

The Turks were not in the mood to see what it was, they were furious and galloped on horseback. As long as they rush over the distance of more than 100 steps, these Tang people who don't know whether they are alive or dead will become ghosts under their swords.

Fifty steps! Thirty steps! Twenty steps!

The archers shot more quickly, and the Turks could even hear the sound of their strings loosening, and they gritted their teeth, raised their swords in their hands, and let out a pre-battle roar. The blood boiled with the roar, burning their eyes red, as if covered with a layer of blood.

At this moment, the war horse suddenly leaned and flew out sideways, and the knight on horseback was caught off guard and flew with it.

Then, another galloping war horse lost its front hooves, and the knight was shocked, subconsciously let go of the stirrup, jumped up, and leaped in the air, fluttering like a fairy.

And then another.

Three or four war horses fell down in succession, some knights put their feet in the stirrups, pressed to the ground by the war horses, unable to move, and some were even crushed by the huge body of the war horses on the spot, and some knights jumped up from the horse's back in time, stepped on the air two steps, stepped on the ground, and ran two steps tightly, which stabilized their bodies.

However, they were not happy at all. Because they were now less than ten steps away from the archer, and the black shadow in front of the archer had already rushed over and raised the shiny sword in his hand.

It was two small formations of five, and one more behind them, and the three small formations advanced in an inverted triangle pattern.

Pei Xuanqing roared angrily, and the iron whip smashed down in the air, smashing a stunned Turkic knight into a weak leg, and fell to his knees with a thud. Before he could raise his sword, a spear stabbed out from between his shields, piercing his leather armor and into his chest.

The spear was stabbed and retracted, and the Turkic knight didn't even have time to feel the pain, blood gushed out from the wound, and the strength of his body quickly passed with the blood, and the war knife in his hand became extremely heavy, and he could no longer lift it.

A dark shadow came up and kicked the knight in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then, a sword swept across his neck with the sound of the wind.

The charging Turks fell one after another, the horses that hit the cross, the warriors who fell, and suddenly formed a chaotic line of defense, blocking the charging route of the knights behind. The Turks hurriedly changed their formation, some turned their horses' heads and ran to the sides, while others lifted the reins and forcibly strangled their horses.

People shouted and neighed, and there was a mess for a while.

Pei Xuanqing and the others took the opportunity to kill the knights who jumped off the horse, the knight who was pressed by the war horse, or the knight who was still sitting on the back of the war horse but had lost his speed. The three small formations quickly advanced, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, slashing and killing.

A cavalryman who has lost his speed is a lamb to the slaughter. In the face of the strict formation formed by Pei Xuanqing and others, it was chaotic, and the Turkic knights who were fighting separately had no strength to fight back. Especially Pei Xuanqing, the iron whip in his hand was extremely heavy, and every whip he swung out with a sharp roar, tearing through the night wind, knocking the scimitars in the hands of the Turkic knights, or shattering their heads.

The iron whip struck on the sword, and there was a crisp sound; knocked on the arm, fluttered and fractured; Knocked on the helmet, the head broke and the blood flowed.

Like a furious giant bear, Pei Xuanqing struck into the Turks and knocked down all the enemies in front of him. The four rangers followed closely behind him, some with knives, some with guns, those who were close to slash, and those who were far away with guns, with tacit understanding, invincible.

In a trance, they seemed to have returned to the streets of Chang'an, fighting in groups, but after receiving Li Zaixing's small formation training for several months, now they cooperate more tacitly and their combat effectiveness is stronger.

It's a really good feeling.

On the other side, Gus and the other five mercenaries were also in a good mood. No longer need to be mercenaries for the big cannibals, they have become Elmadi's personal guards, once Zhong Cao recovers, they will become Zhong Cao's heroes, and when the time comes, they can be officials, or they can leave with a rich reward. What makes them even more satisfied is that Li Zaixing is very fond of Elmadi, and Elmadi also relies on them as henchmen, fighting under the guidance of the true god Ahura, so that they have a common goal, and therefore have incomparable courage.

This kind of skirmish is exactly what the mercenaries love the most, and it is also the battle they are best at.

Gus attacked while looking at Pei Xuanqing's situation on the other side. Not only do they have to cooperate with each other, but they also have to compete secretly to see who is the braver warrior. In the eyes of Gus and others, Pei Xuanqing and others may be warriors, but they are not qualified warriors yet. For example, heavy weapons such as the Iron Whip are rarely found on the battlefield, because they are too physically demanding and cannot last. Pei Xuanqing is self-assured, and using such a weapon can have a temporary effect, but it is not a perfect plan. After a long time, when he is exhausted, he will regret it.

Therefore, they can't lose to Pei Xuanqing.

Gus roared in Persian: "Alahu is above, angels protect, kill—"

"Kill!" The mercenaries roared in unison: "For Al Maddie! ”

"For the sake of Alahu, kill!"

The small formation formed by Zhang Wan and others was at the end. Zhang Wan only wore armor, bare two arms, revealing the left arm of "life is not afraid of Jing Zhaoyin" and the right arm of "death is not afraid of the king of Yama", dancing with two horizontal knives, one long and one short, with a hideous face and murderous spirit. As long as an enemy stands in front of him, it doesn't matter if he is dead or alive, he will be slashed to the ground with a knife in his head.

Because Pei Xuanqing and Gus were in front of him, cutting all the way like two iron tongs, leaving Zhang Wan with very few enemies, which made Zhang Wan a little unconvinced and a little depressed, every time he cut out, it was like a vent, and he didn't give the opponent any chance to resist at all.

Killed by a single sword, no one was spared.

In the distance, the ten archers stopped firing continuously and switched to precision strikes. At such a close distance, the other party is sitting on horseback, which is simply the best moving target. It would be an insult to them to let these Shakirs from Bahanna shoot such targets. If they don't shoot again, then they should kill themselves with their swords.

The sound of swords breaking through the air, the trembling of bowstrings, and the galloping of arrows mingled together to form a hymn to killing.

The Turks were bogged down, they could not advance, they either dismounted and fought on foot, or retreated. Dismount and fight, they are not the opponents of these enemies who form small formations, retreat, and only the knights at the back can do it, and it is difficult for those caught in the middle to leave quickly. They are only stubbornly fighting, waving their swords, and resisting stubbornly.

The battle soon went into a one-sided situation.

Ashina Molu stood in the darkness in the distance, looking at the battlefield in front of him, listening to the screams one after another, a little puzzled.

It is not surprising that the other party is guarded, but after such a long time, his subordinates not only did not break through the enemy's resistance and rushed in, but showed signs of retreat, which made him a little unacceptable.

He stole a glance at the big cannibal in the distance. If the Great Cannibals felt that the Turks had no fighting power and could not even solve the problem of thirty or fifty people, would they have thoughts about the city of Chaldi?

In order to coexist peacefully, we must have strength to rely on it. Without strength, you will either perish, or bow down and become someone else's slave, this is the rule of the steppe, and it is also the rule of the great cannibals from the desert. As a former Turk, Ashina Molu also believed in such rules. He knew that in order for the city of Chaldi to live with dignity, it was necessary for the great cannibals to see their strength and recognize that they were also wolves, not weak sheep.

Sheep will only attract wolves.

Ashina Modu took a deep breath and ordered a hundred knights to attack, and at the same time lit torches to show off his formation.

At the sound of an order, countless torches lit up, illuminating Ashina Modu's face, the cold faces of more than four hundred knights, and the strict formation of the Turks.

A hundred knights rushed out of the position on foot and pounced on the fighting band.

"Withdraw! Remove! Pei Xuanqing yelled and retreated sharply.

"Archer, prepare—" One of Shakir shouted, raising his powerful bow in his hand