The fierce battle lasted for most of the night.

In night battles, command and dispatch are not easy, and only courage and luck determine the outcome of the battle.

In the melee, the person who carries the torch often becomes the person who attracts the most hatred, and the bow and arrow and the sword will spare no effort to attack this most easily attacked and also very strategic target. After a scuffle, if the losses of both sides are about 30%, I am afraid that one or two out of a hundred people who raise the fire will not survive.

If you want to be a light in the darkness, the price is so terrifying, and the risk is so evil.

But if you don't raise fire at all, you can't even see the enemy's position, and you can't even tell your own people. Therefore, there must always be some people of great courage who act as unsung heroes in night battles.

Whichever side has more courage, there will be fewer accidental injuries, the higher the degree of organization, and the winning rate will naturally increase accordingly.

As for luck, there should be nothing to say, war has a lot of accidents, and night battles are one of the most accidental types of all wars. Luck is sometimes more important than courage.

However, in today's night battle, the courage and luck of both sides are half a pound. One side had more people and the other side had more elite troops, so they fought until dawn without a winner. It wasn't until the first rays of dawn came to an abrupt end on the blood-soaked snowfield.

True, the end of the battle was sudden.

Even the somewhat gray dawn of winter is a thousand times stronger than the sporadic torches lit at night. The moment the light returned to the earth, both sides in the bitter battle were dumbfounded.

He wore a tattered leather jacket, a simple curved bow slung on his shoulder, and most of the weapons in his hands were scimitars and maces, which were quite characteristic of the grassland, and even everyone's face looked similar......

This is not talking about the similarity of facial features. It was the same weather, and it looked young between the eyebrows, but the wrinkles had already crept up on the face. It was not a trace of time, but a trace of wind and snow unique to the grassland, which cut on the face like a frost knife and ice blade! Everything is fake, and this is the only one that can't be faked no matter what.

Hit the wrong person?

After a night of hard fighting, it was actually your own people?

The shepherds were stunned by this thought, and they fell into a dark nightmare, and their bodies were cold. I just want to wake up the next moment. However, whether it was the blood on the scimitar, or the dense corpses of men and horses on the ground, or the ice field under his feet, it had solidified into blue-black blood. are reminding them that this is not a dream, but a living reality!

A night of fierce fighting, killing, killing, wounded, and maiming. It's all your own!

......The scimitar raised above its head froze in the air, and the hand holding the knife gradually weakened, allowing the steel knife to slide from the ground and fall on the frozen soil. There was a sound like the clash of gold and iron.

"Boom ......" is protected on his chest, and the scimitar that is ready to parry not only loses its purpose, but also loses its meaning of existence.

"Boom long ......" all kinds of weapons then slipped from their hands one after another, and the sound of landing became one.

The blood that was blowing up had been completely chilled by the night wind. The blow was too great, summon all the courage. Paid a heavy price of casualties and fought all night. If you fight the enemy, even if you are defeated, you will still be honored, and the death of your companions will become the biggest reason to motivate the survivors to continue fighting.

However, the cruel reality tells everyone that this night's hard fight is meaningless.

Not only is it meaningless, but it also plays a completely negative role, they use their own hands to cripple the reinforcements! The reinforcements also did what the enemy had not done, and dealt a heavy blow to the main battle force of the tribal alliance.

The few who still had their sanity set their sights on their leader, the young Budugen, hoping that the other party would do something about it, at least not to let this suffocating despair continue to spread.

However, the performance of the Budukan made them even more desperate, as the commander himself fell into a state of utter helplessness.

"How is that possible? How can this be? It's fake...... It's fake, right? It must be, it's a dream! Budugen's knife was also thrown on the ground, and as if stimulated by those glances, he suddenly muttered to himself, gesturing with his hands in front of him as if he were justifying someone.

"Impossible, Mica was obviously repelled by the Han army and retreated to the valley of Baishan...... I listened to them fleeing far away, and I heard them very clearly...... Cheer, cheer...... The Xianbei words with correct words are impossible for the Han people to ...... The enemies of the night, what they say is not right, they ......"

"Budugen!" Before he could finish his self-defense, half of his body was covered in blood, his helmet was cut off, and a big bald Micah appeared in front of him, roaring loudly, in a suspicious eastern Xianbei tone in Budugen's mouth: "What did you do, what did you do?" That's how you repay your friends for all the hard work that came to save you? With a knife? ”

"I, I'm ......" Budugen shrank back, and then suddenly straightened his waist as if he had been slapped by someone, and asked loudly, "You rushed at my array first...... It was you who made the first move, and the elders asked me to come out to answer you, and ......"

"Nonsense! If you hadn't done it with the Han army first, why would Lao Tzu come to help? It's freezing this day, aren't you afraid of dying fast enough? Besides, didn't your messenger tell him to do it after dawn? ”

"So, then why are you rushing at my array?" Budugen panicked.

"You have the loudest drums and horns and shouts of killing, I'm here to help, if you don't come here, where else can you go? I'm afraid that I will be injured by mistake and let people keep shouting, don't you hear? ”

"But, but ......" Budugen still has 110,000 reasons, but a thousand words, in the end, only turned into a few words that were uttered abruptly: "I, we have fallen for the Han army's plan!" ”

He shouted this sentence in a voice that was almost crying, and as if to make a footnote to his words, around the snowfield, red flags stood up one after another, first in groups, and then in the blink of an eye.

In the middle, a pole and two zhang high flag stands proudly, the blood-like bright red flag and the morning sun reflect each other, on the big bucket of a 'wind' word, in the hunting morning breeze, the spirit is flying!

Under it, a young general with a white horse and silver spear, mighty as a god.

Behind him, countless cavalry surged like a tide, rows of long lances raised and lowered, neatly like a person, the three-foot lance blade reflected the cold light, the pale cold tone, contained a rich killing intention, and the sound of battle horns was like a mountain and a sea.

"Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand, the sky can be learned, and the white horse is the proof!"

Hu Qi is all discolored.

The Han army is so strong, even if the two armies have not experienced internal friction and join forces to fight the enemy, they may not be opponents, let alone now?

Now, even if everyone can still muster up the courage, but the strength of the people and horses is exhausted, and they don't even have the strength to escape, where is the capital to face the battle?

In despair, there was only one thought left in the hearts of all Hu people.

Victory was within reach, but Zhao Yun did not give the order to encircle and annihilate for a long time. This time, Qin Feng was not in a hurry, and he did not have any intention of urging.

Last night, he witnessed with his own eyes how Zhao Yun commanded Ruoding, and achieved the goal of misleading the enemy through a series of means such as harassing the enemy, deceiving defeat, and feints, and finally triggered this civil war between the Hu people.

Under the command of Zhao Yun, the light cavalry was like a divine help, and only judging by the voice, it completed this unbelievable misleading operation.

The most dangerous of these steps are the guidance of Micah and Budugen.

Budugen was relatively easy to deal with, because he already had the idea that he was raiding the rear of the Han army, and as long as he broke up the queue and kept defeating him in front of him, he could be provoked to rush wildly.

Of course, this is also dangerous for the defeated cavalry, but there is always a way to follow, as long as you retreat in the direction where no shouts of killing come from. Then, through the unique code in the army, they can be regrouped.

And for Mika, it is much more difficult. Zhao Yun personally led a team of personal guards, using the method of cavalry and archery, fighting and retreating, holding Mika's nose all the way, so that he bumped into Bu Dugen's team.

That is, Zhao Yun personally went out to grasp the heat and give Miga an illusion that Budugen's army was the main force of the Han army. For this reason, Zhao Yun and Micah crashed into the Budugen army together, and after the fierce battle between the two armies, he created countless misunderstandings between the two armies, and did not kill out of the chaotic army until before dawn.

Qin Feng knew that he couldn't compare to this junior no matter what, no matter how resourceful or brave. Thinking of the questions he raised before the night battle began, for a while, he was somewhat embarrassed, he thought too little and too shallowly.

Blindly fighting, how can it be compared to such a soldier who surrenders without a fight? He made up his mind that in the future, he just had to listen to orders and not dictate the decisions of the commander.

Tian Yu on the other side was also speechless, he expected this battle to win, but he didn't expect to win so easily, so amazingly.

In the face of the enemy army that is divided into joint attacks, those who can not be taken advantage of by the enemy are already qualified generals; Those who can pinpoint the enemy's weaknesses and break them down individually are not exaggerated to be called by their names; And this battle that Zhao Yun fought...... Let two enemy armies kill each other, and then calmly come out to clean up the pieces? This can only be described as a miracle.

What is the highest level of the art of war? Surrender without a fight!

Now it's almost like this, the Hu people can't even hold their weapons steadily, do you still expect them to fight to the death? Although there are still more than 100,000 people on the side of the tribal alliance, without these backbone main combat forces, can the morale of the pure old and weak soldiers still be expected?

Almost bloodless to destroy more than 100,000 Hu people, the record of this battle will surely become an immortal legend!

Under the watchful eye, Zhao Yunjian frowned, and indifferently ordered: "Shout to them and surrender." ”