The sound of hooves was as tight as a dense drum, and the sound of horses' hooves struck on everyone's chests like a hammer, which made people breathless for a while, and there was a deathly silence in the big tent that was originally full of laughter and laughter.

It was quiet inside the tent, but it was not quiet outside.

Everyone in the tent could clearly hear the terrible screams coming from outside the tent, and some even had the illusion that the terrible screams were like the howls of the tribes when they held a grand feast and slaughtered their animals.

A person close to the tent curtain finally got up, pulled out the saber on his waist, rushed to the tent curtain in a few steps, stretched out his hand and tore open the tent curtain, with a posture of rushing out, but everyone in the tent only saw that after the person opened the tent curtain, his body suddenly staggered back and staggered back a few steps, and the scimitar he held in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The man held one hand to his throat, and everyone finally saw that a sharp arrow had penetrated the man's neck, and the man staggered back a few steps, and then fell backwards to the ground, not dead for a while, still struggling on the ground.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they drew their swords one after another, and someone was already shouting: "It's not good, the big tent is on fire!" "The top of the patriarch's tent is already burning.

This sudden change made everyone very frightened, and the drunken ones were surprised by this, and the drunken ones had woken up, and those who had not yet woken up were trying their best to stand up, knowing that something had happened.

Wan Lipu had already grabbed the scimitar, he only felt that his big tent was surrounded by cries and screams, and the sound of the iron hooves of the war horse was also clearly audible, but he really couldn't think of who would attack the Wan Li tribe at this time.

He didn't have much time to think about it, for he had already seen that from the curtain several horses had rushed in, and his big tent was not small, and a few horses rushed in, and they did not appear crowded, but they brought a deep fear, and several horsemen rushed in, spears in their hands, without any hesitation, and the sharp blades of the spears had pierced the frightened people.

The spear is like electricity, the shot is like a snake, and in an instant, several people were pierced by the spear, and the others finally came to their senses and swung their knives to meet them, but they had just drunk too much, and the sudden change made them unacceptable, their knives were not stable, but the enemy's spears were sharp and ruthless.

Wan Lipu knew that things were not good, he did not rush forward like others, he felt his head a little dizzy, when the knight was mercilessly slaughtered, he had already run to the edge of the big tent, a knife slashed on the tabernacle, his knife was very sharp, but as the patriarch's big tent, his big tent was very strong, he slashed several times, and finally split a hole, heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, a cavalryman had already rushed towards him with a spear, Wan Lipu's whole body rushed towards the cracked opening, this opening was too small, he did not rush out for a while, It was actually stuck in it.

He was terrified, it had actually rushed over, and the spear had already stabbed at him, and he roared loudly, and used all his strength to eat, but it really broke out of the hole, and he came out of the big tent in embarrassment, and ran out of a few steps with a rolling belt, and knocked down with a man head-on.

Wan Lipu was knocked to the ground, kneeling on the ground or the same, raised his head, at this moment, he saw an unforgettable scene, his Wan Li tribe camp, at this moment has completely fallen into a sea of fire, in all directions, it seems that all the tents have been engulfed by the flames, the fire will illuminate the entire camp as bright as day.

In the midst of the fire, they saw a group of horsemen like demons from hell, they killed and set fire to people with impunity, and their spears pierced the chief's chest, their bows and arrows pierced their throats, and their scimitars mercilessly cut their necks.

This group of demonic cavalry seems to have been blown by the wind, and it is so strange that it comes.

Wan Lipu suspects that he has drunk too much and is having a nightmare.

He felt that the strength in his body had been drained in the flames, and he stood up with difficulty, and then he saw several cavalrymen coming slowly, he clenched his sword, and in the light of the fire as bright as day, he could clearly see the appearance of the other party, and the swords of five or six cavalrymen were still carrying blood, and a young knight came slowly.

The knight looked to be in his early twenties, the scimitar at his waist was not drawn, but his hand held a longbow, and his expressionless face looked extremely indifferent in the firelight, like an iceberg for ten thousand years.

"Who the hell are you?" Wan Lipu raised his knife and pointed at the other party, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

No one answered, the young knight's steady hand had already drawn an arrow from the quiver box, and very calmly bent the bow and set the arrow, drawing the bow like a full moon, Wan Lipu gritted his teeth, and clenched his scimitar, only to see the arrow shoot like lightning, and Wan Lipu used force in his hand, and the arrow came over, and swung his knife to cut it, but it was empty, and the sharp arrow had already pierced his throat.

His eyes bulged.

What a fast arrow!

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Under the Black Mountain, Maha Vajra's face was pale.

The sky was already bright, and the warm sun had shone on the earth, but Mahavajra's mood was already extremely cold, looking at the Black Mountain in the distance, where the blood flowed and the corpses piled up like mountains.

He was now beginning to suspect that he was really just facing a group of herdsmen grazing on the grassland, if it was just those lowly herdsmen, where did they come from with such strength to burst out with such a strong fighting force.

The soldiers were divided into two ways, and the plan of sneak attack from behind once made Maha Vajra full of excitement, but the result was that he gave Maha Vajra cold water on the head.

Fought all night, the front casualties were heavy, although once attacked the first barrier, and the Gulaqin people started hand-to-hand combat, but want to climb over the stone wall is extremely difficult, the other party prepared countless spears, just hide behind the stone wall to use the spear array, as long as there are Tariq warriors to climb the stone wall, there must be Gulaqin warriors to jump up and entangle with it, even if the individual combat ability is not comparable, but those useless Gulaqin warriors are often invincible, choose to die with the Tariq warriors, holding the Tariq warriors to die together.

Last night was a fierce battle, with heavy casualties on both sides.

There were more than 1,000 frontal losses, and the most chilling thing for Maha Vajra was that although the frontal attack had suffered heavy losses last night, in order to attack the east and west, and cooperate with Nudoji's rear sneak attack, Maha Vajra endured the heavy losses of his own soldiers, and gritted his teeth and did not withdraw the troops, until the final casualties were too miserable, and saw that the left and right winged peaks had already lit torches, and Maha Vajra finally withdrew.

In the night, thousands of troops attacked Montenegro, although they looked down on the untouchables of Gulaqin from the bones, but Maha Vajra did not dare to take too many risks, if the two-winged peak really raided left and right, even if the Tariq warriors were very strong in combat, but what the result would be when the time came, Maha Vajra himself was not sure.

Knowing that the war had stopped for a long time, Mahajin had just learned that the 1,500 people brought by Nudoji to attack were almost completely annihilated, and the Nudoji mantis caught the cicada, but the cicada was not caught, but it was attacked by the yellow finch behind him, and Nudoji was in a different place, with 1,500 soldiers under his command, and less than 100 people fled back.

In less than two days, Maha Vajra's vanguard army had already suffered more than 3,000 casualties, and all of them were elite Tariq warriors.

Mahavajra's heart was cold.

If 3,000 people died, but they were able to capture Mahazang, then they could still give a message to Mahalo, but now nearly half of the Tariq warriors of the forward army were killed or wounded, but they did not even beat down any of the three peaks of the Black Mountain, and even a barrier of the Eagle Head Peak did not break through, so the number of casualties that was not proportional to the battle record, Maha Vajraxin really felt that he could not explain to Mahara.

Thinking that before leaving, he promised Mahara, that before the arrival of the main army, he had already captured Mahazang, and at this time, that bold statement seemed so absurd in the face of reality.

Nudoji's head was next to Maha Vajra at this time, and it was not difficult to find Nudoji on the battlefield, but on the battlefield where the corpses were all over the field, Nudoji's head was held up on a wooden stick, and the wooden stick was very high, so the soldiers who arrived at the scene saw Nudoji's bloody head at first sight.

"King, what should we do now?" Dadu was very anxious on the side, the shield array, the sneak attack technique, and the strong attack had been used repeatedly, but there was no result, the main army of Mahara was about to arrive, how to deal with it when the time came.

Maha Vajra glanced at Dadu coldly and did not speak.

"King, it's better to let the men and horses of Wild Lizier rush forward." Dadu said cautiously: "Our Tariq has suffered heavy losses, and the three thousand Babaitu are unscathed, so it's time for them to go out of battle." ”

"Fart!" Maha Vajra said coldly: "It's already reached this point, do you want to let Babaitu pick up the cheap?" Even if they waited for the arrival of the main army of the little prince, they could not be cheapened at this time. ”

Before Dadu could say something, a fast horse galloped over, turned over and dismounted: "Great King, the men and horses of the Zhula tribe have arrived, and they are only ten miles away from the Left Wing Peak, and they have stopped over there!" ”

Maha Vajra sneered: "Pass my military order, let the men and horses of the Zhula tribe attack the Left Wing Peak immediately!" ”

Dadu hurriedly said: "Why is the king in a hurry to let the Zhula people attack? ”

"I'm going to show them that they're not dealing with a rabble." At this time, Maha Vajra also had to admit that it was extremely difficult to attack Montenegro, "Let them also taste the bitterness, and only then will they know what it means to be easy to defend and difficult to attack." ”

He knew very well that since even his own elite Tariq warriors could not capture Montenegro, then a group of rabbled Jura people would certainly not be much stronger than Tariq warriors, as long as the Left Wing Peak had the equivalent combat power of the Eagle Head Peak, it would be impossible for the Jura people to capture the Left Wing Peak in a short time.

He was worried that when the Zhula people saw the current war situation, they would look down on him, the king of the Northern Courtyard, and only by letting the Zhula people taste the hardships could they not despise him.

The most important thing is that he is now thinking about how to deal with the Mahara, if the Jura attack is frustrated, and the two armies will not be able to achieve results at that time, the Maha Vajra will naturally be much easier to say.