Chapter 262: Driving Sheep and Devouring Wolves

Wudan woke up from his sleep, rolled over and sat up, and listened intently.

He heard the horn of the alarm.

Enemy attack!

Wudan was so shocked that he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, and rushed out of the big tent naked. The waiter's orchid was stepped on by him and screamed in pain. Unbeknownst to him, he rushed out of the tent, jumped on his horse, stood on his horse, and looked into the distance.

The night wind blew, and Wudan was cold. Seeing the fire in the back camp, Wudan's heart was as cold as his body. In an instant, he had an indescribable panic.

Where did the cavalry come from, and how dare to attack my camp? Could it be the Yueshi people? Wu Dan turned around and looked west, the camp of the Yue clan was quiet, and there was nothing unusual to see. But apart from the Yue's people, Wudan really couldn't think of anyone else near Suye City.

This is an endless grassland, and it is difficult to hide the large-scale cavalry march. Even if they attack at night, the sound of horses' hooves will reveal their whereabouts. The Huns used to use the quiver as a pillow, and when the enemy approached, the quiver could have the effect of amplifying the sound and alerting them in advance.

Could it be that these people are flying in?

Wudan was in a cold sweat and shivered involuntarily.

The hundred or so horsemen heading east at nightfall flashed through his mind, barely stopping for a moment. In his opinion, there was no difference between a hundred cavalry attacking the camp and seeking death, they might be able to take advantage of it at the beginning, but once they penetrated into the camp, they would definitely die.

It was here that Udan heard the enemy's route from the sound of the alarm horn.

The attacking enemy went north.

When Wu Dan listened, his scalp exploded. To the north is the large camp of Dawan captives. For the sake of safety, he did not issue weapons to the Dawan captives. Not to mention armor. Cavalry in the face of these raids. The Dawan captives had no power to fight back at all.

Wudan didn't care about the life and death of Dawan's captives. But he knew he was worried about his safety. The Dawan people can't fight, but they are first-class when they escape. Last time he was raided, the Dawan people escaped more than a thousand horses, this time they didn't even have weapons, is there any other choice but to escape?

Four or five thousand Dawan people fled for their lives, and it would be the Huns' camp that would be impacted. When he thought of this scene, Wudan felt the urge to cry.

It turns out that Wudan is not as stupid as Liang Xiao said. He was the first to realize the crisis.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to cope.

As he guessed, Liang Xiao turned north to attack the camp of the Dawan people. On the walls of Suye City, he saw the location of the camp of the Dawan people, and thus realized the opportunity. The Dawan people were captured for more than ten days, and with the cruelty of the Huns, they probably wouldn't give them any good looks. The Dawan people have become frightened birds, and once attacked, they are most likely to have a camp roar.

Drive the Dawan people to storm the Huns' camp. It's an opportunity to make a lot of money.

As Liang Xiao expected, the horn of the alarm sounded together. The Dawan people panicked, and when they saw that the chaos was getting closer, some people had already begun to turn and run away. When Liang Xiao and the others rushed out of the camp of the Huns and appeared in front of the Huns, the Dawan people were already like an avalanche, screaming, crying, and fleeing for their lives, and few people even dared to look back at the appearance of Qing Liang Xiao and others, and count how many people there were.

To them, this group of people who have slain out of the darkness are demons from hell, and the farther away from them, the better. The momentum of the escape was so fierce that the Huns who were watching them were stunned and at a loss, and they didn't even have time to step forward to stop them. By the time they reacted, Liang Xiao and the others had already been killed like the wind, and several arrows were fired in unison, shooting the Huns who tried to stop them one after another.

The Huns fell to the ground, and the Dawan people panicked and fled.

In front of them was Suye City, which could not be climbed, and the Dawan people naturally divided into two groups. One to the north, to the dark steppe, and the other to the south, rushed to the camp of the Huns.

Without Wudan's order, the adjacent Huns rushed out, or cut with knives, or shot with arrows, trying their best to prevent the Dawan people from escaping, but in the face of the Dawan people who had been frightened, their blocking was of no avail, just cut down one, and two or three people rushed over. Even if the one in front wants to stop, he can't withstand the push of the people behind.

The Huns were anxious and roared in formation, trying to stop the Dawan people. It's a pity that they are not facing the Dawan people in a normal state at all, and their ferocity and slashing have lost their deterrence to the Dawan people, but instead provoked the anger of the Dawan people. The Dawan people seized the weapons of the Huns and began to attack the Huns.

In the blink of an eye, the Huns were squeezed away by the Dawan people, knocked down, and stepped on their feet. Even if there were a few warriors with strong martial arts, they were shot and killed by Liang Xiao and others who rushed to the horse.

With the help of Dawan's rout, Liang Xiao and the others turned again and entered the camp of the Huns.

"Kill the Huns—kill Wudan—" Liang Xiao yelled in Greek.

The mercenaries and Greek boys shouted in unison: "Kill the Huns—kill Udan—"

The Dawan, who had fled for their lives, was stunned when they heard the familiar Greek. They turned their heads and saw Liang Xiao and others smashing into the Huns' camp and cutting down the Huns to the ground one by one, only to realize that this group of demonic cavalry was not an enemy, but their comrades-in-arms.

Some Dawan people looked at each other and shouted in unison.

"Kill the Huns—"

"Kill Wudan—"

Although few Dawan people followed, their voices added a bit of momentum. In the eyes of the Huns, who could not see the situation clearly, there were at least two or three thousand people in this raid, and maybe even four or five thousand, and they were immediately flustered.

The same is true for Wudan, he only sees that the large camp of the Dawan people has been in disarray, and the battle is constantly extending to the Chinese army, and the speed is amazing. He couldn't figure out how many enemies there were, and he didn't have time to wonder where they came from. All he could do was to keep giving orders for the most elite battalions to assemble and protect their own safety, and at the same time order each battalion to guard their own camps and not act rashly.

In the sound of the horns of the Huns one after another, Liang Xiao and others killed like the wind.

Wudan's personal guard battalion had just woken up from its sleep and had not yet been assembled. Some of them stepped on their horses, but they had no armor; Some people put on their armor but forget their weapons; Some people couldn't even find their war horses, and for a while people shouted and neighed, and they became a mess, facing Liang Xiao and others who were galloping wildly, and facing the spears in the hands of Xie Guanglong and others, they didn't have any power to fight back at all.

"Puff puff!" Xie Guanglong shook his spear and assassinated several people one after another, and the spearhead made of Uzi iron easily pierced through the leather armor and body of the Huns, and streams of blood splattered out, staining the spearhead red, wetting the horsetail spear, and splashing Xie Guanglong's head and face. Xie Guanglong was extremely excited, and roared wildly, like a male lion in heat, constantly killing.

Pang Shuo waved his iron knife, or chopped or stabbed, and killed all the Huns who stood in front of him one by one. Although the war knives made by Bryant himself were not inlaid with gold and jade like the scimitars captured by Liang Xiao, they were not inferior in sharpness, and the Huns could not help even if they wore iron armor, and they fell one after another.

The young Greek knights leveled their spears and leaned forward, slashing like razors across the Huns' positions. Faced with rows of spears, the Huns, armed with war knives, were stabbed to the ground before they had time to react. These teenagers were dressed in iron armor, and even if they were shot by the arrows of the Huns, they would not lose their combat effectiveness.

The two killing gods opened the way, and the two rows of spears cut, Liang Xiao and the others almost didn't encounter any decent resistance and broke into Wudan's personal guard camp, quickly approaching Wudan.

Looking at those black-clothed black horses, ghostly enemies, Wu Dan was inexplicably frightened. It was only at this moment that he realized that he was not facing many enemies, but he was extremely fierce, and his combat effectiveness was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Whether it is those spearmen who attack with spears, or those who shoot with arrows, they are rare warriors.

These more than 100 people gathered together, even in the face of several times the enemy, there is still enough chance of victory. Although there were many guards in his battalion, they still suffered heavy losses in a hurry. Seeing them getting closer and closer, Wudan was so anxious that he shouted: "Intercept them, intercept ......"

Liang Xiao heard Wudan's voice, and without thinking, he pulled out an armor-piercing arrow and shot it according to the sound.

"Poof!" The armor-piercing arrow flew fifty paces and pierced through the front door of one of the guards in front of the black single. The guards didn't even snort, and fell to the ground.

Wudan's cry stopped abruptly. He looked at the archer in the distance, who had drawn his bow again, and before he had time to think about it, he tilted his body and rolled off his horse.

"Whoosh! Burst! There was another muffled sound, and the guard behind him was hit by an arrow in his throat and fell to the ground, just facing Wudan face to face, and blood sprayed Wudan's face.

Wudan was frightened into a cold sweat and didn't dare to move. In the blink of an eye, the two guards in front of him and behind him were shot. If it weren't for the guards in front of him, if it wasn't for his quick enough reaction, I'm afraid that he would be shot to death like these two guards right now.

It's for me!

However, with so many people, and I didn't wear a helmet that identified the identity of the Evil King, how could he recognize me?

Just when Wudan was frightened and inexplicable, Liang Xiao and others killed him. Liang Xiao shot several arrows in a row, killing several guards around Wudan, and he didn't even let go of the flag bearers and horn soldiers. Pang Shuo waved the iron knife and cut off Daxu with one sword, and Tu Niu'er reached out and tore off Wudan's battle flag and walked away.

When Wu Danzhan got up from the ground tremblingly, he saw a pile of corpses, heard screams one after another, the flag-bearer was shot, the battle flag was torn away, and only half of the flagpole remained. The hornman was shot, and the thick horn was still in his mouth, but he could no longer make a sound, and a sharp arrow pierced the horn and pierced the horn and the head of the hornman.

Thinking of the scene just now, Wu Dan's body was cold and his heart palpitated.

Suddenly, he guessed who the archer was, and his blood immediately surged. He jumped on horseback, yelled in the direction where Liang Xiao and the others were galloping: "Liang Xiao, I'm going to kill you-"

He was answered by an arrow that broke through the wind.

Wu was hit by an arrow in the shoulder socket, screamed, and fell from the horse again. Before he could hit the ground, another sharp arrow flew in, hitting him in the lower abdomen.

Wudan arched his body, hugged his crotch, like a wild dog whose tail had been trampled on, and let out a terrible scream.

"Kill him—"—

(To be continued......)