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The key to the success or failure of the counterattack is to be fast! The second is fast! Three or fast!

Once Zhang Fang decided to fight back, he no longer hesitated and immediately passed on the instructions.

Taking advantage of the night, Deng Zhan, who was wearing a Hu suit, took two guards to escort the Hun guide and set off to the Mo Xi station.

The two guards led by Deng Zhan were also from the army, but the place of service was in the Yanzhou area. For more than 100 years, there was only a brief rebellion in the country, which was quickly quelled, and the overall peace was peaceful. Therefore, there are more than 20 people in Zhang Fang's line, and there is only one Deng Zhan who can really get his hands on it and be a pioneer.

"Zheng Tou, you said that we only have more than 20 people, but we want to raid a tent of 500 people, is this too ...... Huh? A guard looked back at the deep canyon, and then looked at the front of the pitch-black mass, and whispered to Deng Zhan uneasily.

Deng Zhan glanced at the Hun guide behind him who was tied hand and foot tied and placed on horseback, and lowered his voice and said sharply: "At this juncture, you say such discouraged words, if you are in the army, you must be cut off!" ”

The guard shrank his head and said stupidly: "Seventeen laws and fifty-four slashes, I know, this is not in the army...... Even if you are in the army, you can't always hold back if you have doubts......"

"It's okay to have doubts, but if the boss decides, you have to implement it to the letter. What's more, this is still the decision of the young master. Deng Zhan first knocked on the guards, and then fifteen and ten ten, "Except for the young master, the female baby and the lame, we have eighteen people who can fight." Mo Xibu except for the old and weak women and children, only nearly 100 strings. One fights five, another raid, and another night, and if you fight well, you still have a chance of winning. What's more, the awesome thing that the young master has made...... To tell the truth, if I didn't have such a sharp weapon, I would have stopped the young master even if I died......"

Speaking of that "powerful thing", the guard's eyes also lit up, and his mouth snorted: "It's strange, the young master just mixed some medicinal stones, charcoal powder and other things together, and he can make this amazing weapon, it's really ......."

"It's not that simple." Another guard approached and whispered, "There must be a secret recipe, maybe there is a charm......

"Less!" Deng Zhan shouted loudly, "Talking about your dignity in vain, do you want to eat family law?" ”

The two guards bowed their heads and were silent, and walked away separately, not daring to say anything more. They are no longer Han sergeants, and military law cannot fall on them, but as the Hou Jiawei of Fuping, this law is real.

Although the three of them are no longer soldiers, they still march according to the method of foot battle formation: one guard escorts the Hun guide to explore the road in front, one guard is fifty steps behind the guard, and Deng Zhan is in the center.

The advantage of this is that whether you are ambushed in front or outflanked in the rear, you can run away one or two. If you encounter a front and rear attack, the one in the middle also has a chance to run away to avoid being caught in a net, and there is no one to report and warn.

The night was as dark as ink, and it was impossible to raise fire, and the ground was pitted. Halfway down the road, one of the guards' horses broke their hooves. Fortunately, there was also a spare horse to carry the captives, and the Huns were transferred to the lame horse, and there was no delay. Sixty miles of land, hurry up and hurry, and it will be almost the fourth watch.

"Just go over that mountain beam......" As soon as the Hun guide's voice fell, two horsemen sprang out of the darkness and greeted the three of them in Hu language.

Deng Zhan heard it clearly, and asked in Xiongnu language: "Did Tulu win?" ”

Deng Zhan interrogated the group of attackers, and knew that the leader was a Mo Xibu man named Tulu, and immediately responded: "Mountain gods and ancestral spirits bless, a big victory!" Great victory! ”

Although the west of Yumen Pass and the north of the Great Wall, all of them were once the grasslands of the Xiongnu, and the Xiongnu language was spoken under the rule, but each tribe had its own nuances such as different accents. If it weren't for the sneak attack of the two clans this time, with Deng Zhan's blunt Xiongnu language, he would not have approached unsuspectingly, but two sharp arrows.

When the Huns approached, Deng Zhan clamped the horse's belly with his legs and drew his knife out of the sheath; The guards in front quietly drew their bows and arrows; The guards who were behind rushed with all their might.

All this happened quickly under the cover of night and the lax vigilance of the Huns.

"You are the ...... of the bones" Before the Huns' words fell, a bright light hit them, and the sharp wind was dazzling and the bones were broken.

The Huns instinctively leaned back, and the blade slashed through a fan-shaped arc of light, from the bottom up, scraping! From the chin to the mouth to the nose, half of the face was sliced off raw, and blood spurted angrily. The Huns let out a terrible howl that was not like a human voice, and fell off their horses like sacks.

Deng Zhan, who succeeded in one blow, was not having a good time. Since there were no iron stirrups and no Takahashi saddles at this time, taking advantage of the horse's momentum to cut people, they often had to bear a huge countershock, and people with almost no riding skills dared to play this trick. At the moment when the two horses were staggered, Deng Zhan's body also hung diagonally on the side of the horse's belly, jolting up and down, all by holding the reins with one hand and firmly hooking the stirrup with the other leg (the prototype of the stirrup, made of rope or leather into a soft sleeve to prevent falling off the horse when the cavalry did a simple slashing action), so as to avoid falling off the horse. It wasn't until he rushed out more than ten steps that Deng Zhan reluctantly sat back on horseback.

Don't look at Deng Zhan's hard work to cut a person, in the Han army, this kind of riding skill is already considered a leader, not from the border army, it is really not easy to achieve this level.

At the same time as Deng Zhan succeeded, the guards also drew their bows and shot. Although he had stopped his horses, and although the distance between the two sides was only ten paces, his vision was poor in the night, and the Huns galloped fast, and an arrow shot out and hit his left shoulder.

The Huns were so angry that they didn't care about pulling out their arrows, let alone the lives of their companions, so they immediately turned around and rushed into the darkness.

"Chase! You must kill him, or it will be bad! Deng Zhan roared and slapped the horse's buttocks with a knife face, and pursued hard.

The remaining two guards also ignored the Hun guide, and untied the homemade spears they were carrying, raised their spears and whipped them, and chased after them with all their might.

In the darkness, only the sound of hurried hooves and rapid gasps were heard, no one made a sound, gritted their teeth, and used all their strength to escape and chase for their lives.

Although the Huns were wounded, their riding skills were obviously above Deng Zhan's three, and they were familiar with the terrain, and the distance was getting wider and wider. And this escape and chase have almost crossed the mountain beam, and it is getting closer and closer to the station of Mo Xibu......

"Damn it!" Deng Zhan's eyes were red, he almost broke the root of his teeth, and he couldn't wait to knock the Huns down with his wings.

Xi Yuyu! With a hiss, the shadow rushed up the hill. Looking back, Deng Zhan and the three of them were still fighting horses on the mountainside.

The Huns let out a mocking sneer, turned their heads, and raised their whips, which were whipped down and sent down the slopes to the bottom of the slope and back to the tribal settlements......

Phew-

An arrow flew from the oblique thorn and pierced the neck, splashing lead-gray slime in the night.

Horn answer! The corpse of the Huns fell from the horse, rolled all the way down, and finally stopped in front of Deng Zhan's horse.

Deng Zhan dismounted and checked, an arrow pierced his neck, and the blade was exposed, and he couldn't die anymore.

What a strong force! What an amazing head!

Deng Zhan raised his head, and three distinct black shadows appeared on the pitch-black mountain ridgeline: one person held a bow, one person held the war horse of the Huns, and a person in the middle, burly, facing them with arms crossed.

In the darkness, the sword light was reflected, and the six eyes were cold.

Killed the Huns, but stopped them, is the comer friend or foe?