On the other ridge, there were less than twenty of the Warriors alive, but there were no enemies standing in front of them. Not far away, hundreds of enemies wounded by the explosion of fire and thunder howled in pain in the smoke and dust, but no one rushed up again.

Yuan Fang's face was gloomy, and he ordered the athletes to put down the Mo knife, take the Yuan Rong crossbow from their backs, and start loading the arrows.

The trapped beasts are still fighting, although these guys are stunned now, but the dozen or so people rushed in, and there may not be any good results.

Zhao Yang on the other side also made the same choice, and took the athletes to load the Yuan Rong crossbow nervously. There are no fire thunder in their hands, and there are only about twenty of them, so they are not suitable for rushing into the enemy group and fighting hard, and using the Yuanrong crossbow to shoot these guys is the best choice.

The Anxi athletes on both sides added up to no more than thirty people, all of whom were nervously reloading the Yuan Rong crossbow, and the ridge became calm for a while, except for the painful screams of the injured black-robed man, there was no other sound.

At this time, yellow dust rose on the avenue below the mountain, and another team of cavalry rushed over at high speed.

Zhao Yang's face changed slightly, and when he squinted, his face showed excitement.

More than 100 riders are all wearing Mingguang armor and carrying Yuanrong crossbows, and the Mo knife in their hands is bright and dazzling, this is their own people!

……

Niu Xu had already seen the battlefield on the ridge, and knew that Zhao Yang and they were in big trouble, so he didn't spare any horsepower at all, and rushed up at high speed with the athletes.

This time, there were a total of one hundred and forty or fifty scouts and Anxi spies, all of whom rushed up the ridge with Niu Xu, and approached the black-robed man at high speed along the gentle slope.

At this time, Niu Xu also saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, a large number of black-robed people's corpses fell to the ground, and a large number of black-robed people fell to the ground humming, and their bodies were full of the kind of cuts left by the shrapnel of fire and thunder explosions, but there was no standing enemy.

Niu Xu led the athletes straight to the black-robed man, only a dozen zhang away from the black-robed man, gritted his teeth and ordered the athletes to disperse, and began to attack with the Yuanrong crossbow.

The sound of crossbow arrows entering the flesh is as pleasant as the rain beating against a plantain. There were only about a hundred crossbow arrows in each wave of arrows, but the wounded enemy was close at hand, and each crossbow arrow accurately shot into the enemy's body, nailing the wounded black-robed people to the ground.

The black-robed man with a relatively minor injury reacted, and rushed down with a roar with his weapon, and was greeted by the shot of Yuan Rong's crossbow.

Niu Xu didn't wait for these guys to get close, but several crossbow arrows were nailed to their bodies together, and the lightly injured black-robed people fell down one by one screaming.

This is no longer a battle, but a cleaning of the battlefield, a simple killing. There were seven or eight hundred black-robed men dying on the ridge on this side, and before all the steel arrows of the Yuan Rong crossbows of the athletes brought by Niu Xu were fired, all these guys fell into the sand.

On the ground in front of them, Zhao Yang and the others scattered too many thistles, several war horses were stabbed and stumbled, Niu Xu gave an order, and the athletes all got off their war horses and walked through the area where the black-robed man was.

What appeared in front of them was Zhao Yang and more than twenty Anxi athletes, all of whom looked extremely tired. Just now, with the Mo Sword Formation, the enemy was hard to shake head-on, although the pleasure was painful, but it was extremely physically demanding.

"You guys take a break, let's go get rid of those guys."

The battle was not over yet, and it was too late to say more, Niu Xu nodded to Zhao Yang, and the athletes who came with reinforcements rushed to the top of Shashan Mountain at high speed, and quickly rushed towards the ridge on the other side.

There are only a dozen athletes left here, and there are also hundreds of injured black-robed people in the face. Just as Niu Xu was fighting on the other side of the ridge, Yuan Fang and the others had already finished loading their crossbow arrows and began to use Yuan Rong's crossbow to shoot at the wounded enemy.

Each wave killed a dozen or so enemies, but there were so many enemies that a single box of crossbow arrows killed a hundred and ten people.

Niu Xu rushed down from the top of the sand mountain with the athletes, and immediately changed this embarrassing situation. The athletes who came from the reinforcements pulled their heads, and a rain of arrows shot out continuously, nailing the injured black-robed man to the ground. The black-robed people had no intention of resisting at this time, and soon more than half of them died.

"Don't kill them all! Leave a few live mouths for the general to question! Zhao Yang also returned to the top of the sand mountain at this time, and shouted loudly to Niu Xu.

Niu Xu waved his hand, causing the athletes to stop shooting, and all walked into the battlefield with horizontal knives, and saw that some ** black-robed people who were not dead all made up for it. In the middle of the ridge, there were dozens of wounded black-robed people here, and Niu Xu led the athletes to kill all the seriously injured, leaving a dozen lightly wounded, all tied up with leather ropes.

On the other side of the ridge, the athletes under Zhao Yang were also inspecting the battlefield, and when they saw the black-robed man who still had a tone, they went down with a knife and immediately cut it in two.

You don't need so many live mouths, it's enough to leave a few.

"What's going on? How did you meet so many enemies! Niu Xu looked at Zhao Yang who was approaching and asked suspiciously.

Zhao Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Soon after that Condor Archer fled, he came with so many reinforcements, fortunately there is this sand mountain, otherwise we wouldn't be able to hold on to it now." ”

"What about the Condor Shooter? Is it dead? Niu Xu hurriedly asked.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "That guy is slippery and tight, I almost killed him, but I still escaped for him." He had a huge bow on his back, and it was obvious that there was no one in these corpses, and the guy must have slipped away from the scuffle. ”

"Where did you flee?" Niu Xu asked repeatedly.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know." But when these black-robed men came, they came down from the small river. ”

During the bloody battle of life and death just now, the condor archer fled as soon as he fought, and he only cared about fighting the enemy in front of him, where could he still have time to find that guy.

"The general ordered me to catch that guy, I'll leave it to you here, I'll look for it." Niu Xu ran as he spoke, rushed to the top of the sand mountain at high speed, and then rushed to the middle of the ridge to find his war horse, turned over and galloped down the sand mountain, and galloped downstream along the river.

……

In this battle, there were more than 100 scouts and spies brought by Zhao Yang, but now there are only about 30 people left, and the number of people who have lost their hands and feet has reached 80. Half of the 30 or so people were wounded.

Although it won in the end, for the new army of Anxi, such a victory was completely disastrous and unacceptable.

Zhao Yang brought Lu Zhe, the leader of the secret agents who came with reinforcements, and commanded the athletes to clean up the battlefield.

The ridge was full of corpses, with severed limbs everywhere, and nearly 3,000 black-robed cavalry attacked violently, and in the end, none of them returned alive except for the mysterious condor archer.

In order to reduce the weight of the previous battle, all the wealth that had been loaded on horseback was thrown away in the valley. After cleaning up the battlefield, leaving a few athletes on the top of the mountain, Zhao Yang and Lu Zhe led the rest of the athletes down to the valley and reloaded the wealth on horseback.

Many of the black-robed cavalry's horses died and escaped, but the Anxi warriors still got hundreds of unscathed horses, and there was no problem in transporting these riches.

The corpses of the battle-dead robes were tied to the back of the horses, and everyone waited in the valley for the return of Niu Xu.

"What are these guys coming from?" Lu Zhe asked, looking at the dozen or so captives.

Zhao Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know." Good at attacking with short spears, it should be a big cannibal. As for the others, they don't know Anxi Mandarin, and we don't have a translator here. ”

Lu Zhe walked up to a black-robed man and ripped off his veil.

The black-robed man had recovered from the initial panic, and was furious when his veil was removed, and he shouted loudly, but everyone did not understand what he was shouting.

"It's supposed to be a big cannibal in white." Lu Zhe looked at this guy for a while.

Zhao Yang nodded.

At this time, his heart was also extremely chaotic, and he lost so many brothers at once, which made him feel very uncomfortable, after all, this time the operation was led by him, and the death of these brothers had a great deal to do with him.

If he had chased faster and hadn't let the condor archer escape through the waterway, he wouldn't have lost so many people.

After waiting for a long time, Niu Xu did not come back. Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Yang discussed it with Lu Zhe and decided not to wait for this little guy any longer.

Because the general's order was for him to catch the condor shooter, if he didn't catch that guy himself, Niu Xu probably wouldn't come back.

Tying more than a dozen black-clothed captives on horseback, driving the captured war horses, which were loaded with heavy wealth, more than 100 Anxi athletes left Shashan and headed in the direction of Xi Micheng.

Along the way, they encountered fire seekers from time to time, and these guys avoided the cavalry from a distance, they were outside the encirclement, and they were not afraid of the upcoming war, but seemed quite curious.

They obviously didn't know what fate would await them after the city was destroyed.

Zhao Yang didn't bother to pay attention to these guys, and galloped along the avenue. The distance of thirty miles was nothing to the cavalry, and when the group arrived at the foot of the city, it was not completely dark.

……

After listening to Zhao Yang and Lu Zhe's confessions, Ma Lan was also shocked.

This time, it was completely overpowered, underestimating the strength of the Hawariji faction. Zhao Yang's heavy losses are due to his overconfidence as a coach.

I thought I knew enough about the Hawarigis, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The lair of the Havaliji faction is far away near Kufa, and they thought that they only had some missionaries in the fire, and they would not have any real strength, but they did not expect that these guys would be able to make a cavalry of several thousand people!

Zhao Yang kowtowed and pleaded guilty, but since these losses were caused by his own underestimation of the enemy, Ma Lan naturally couldn't be angry with others.

More than a dozen black-robed knights were escorted into the tent, and despite the strong opposition of these guys, Ma Ling ordered his soldiers to take off all the veils of these guys, and then come to interrogate these guys himself.

The result of the interrogation surprised Ma Lan. (To be continued.) )