After a short intermission, the San'in army hurriedly sorted out the formation, the dead soldiers were quickly carried out, and new reservists were replenished into the empty seats. After a cursory count, the average casualties of the 10,000 troops directly facing the impact reached 30 percent, and the lightly injured still stuck to their posts and were not counted among them.

"General Zhong, let the reserve army rotate, they are too tired, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the next wave..."An officer reminded the general.

"Nope. Let them go on and take another round. I know that the soldiers I have trained are not yet at their limit, and they can at least withstand one round," Zhongli said firmly.

The subordinate officers wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, the major general in the barracks looked at the battlefield in front of him and said to his comrades.

"General Zhong has used himself as a meat grinder, he wants to drain all the blood of the red scale people..."

In the confusion of his surrounding comrades-in-arms, the young general told his analysis.

The red-scaled people belong to the nomadic people of the steppe. They don't have a country of their own, some have only loose tribes. A few hundred people are small, and tens of thousands of people are more. This organizational structure doomed the Red Scales to be a group of despicable thieves and fierce robbers. Again and again, they invaded the South, gaining access to resources that they could not obtain, but they did not have the ability to annex a country.

Only the Golden Wolf King is an exception. Through years of conquest, he gathered a large number of tribes and screwed them together with his own strength. The petty fight could no longer satisfy his appetite, and he wanted to go south, to the rich south. He wanted to build a state, he wanted to change the tribal system to a monarchy.

He has this ambition and this ability, and the 140,000 brave and skilled cavalry has given him the courage to annex a country.

General Zhongli must have seen this as well, so he didn't ask for a quick decisive battle. When the Golden Wolf King gathered 40,000 cavalry, the general did not attack, and when the enemy gathered 80,000 men, he did not attack. Only when the Golden Wolf King gathers all the forces that can be mobilized in his hands together, he hopes to break the dream of the Red Scale Man in one battle.

Wars with nomads are very annoying, and they have a large number of horses. When you can beat you, you will never be able to escape, and when you can't beat you, you can always get out of the way. If General Zhongli just crushed these enemies, it would be simple, but then we would face endless harassment and eternal long-distance attacks.

Now General Zhong is going to use the greed of the Golden Wolf King to achieve his plan of bloodletting. 140,000 people against 80,000 people, the Golden Wolf King will definitely be reluctant to give up this fat meat, he will definitely not escape, he is destined to keep attacking.

Only if the steppe people die enough in this war, we will have long enough peace in the future.

"However, this is too risky, once it fails, General Zhongli will die and there is no place to bury him," the partners said one after another.

The young general did not answer everyone's questions, and silently thought in his heart, "Such a person is either ambitious and ambitious, or he is a pure soldier who has no ambition and only wants to protect the people."

While the young men were talking, the Red Scaly cavalry moved again.

10,000 casualties may seem like a lot, but for an army of 140,000, it's just a drop in the bucket. Without any hesitation, the Golden Wolf King threw in 30,000 cavalry again, and gave a death order that no matter how fierce the catapult attack was, the attack must not stop.

Even if you drown with corpses, you will drown the military formation of the San'in people.

The Golden Wolf King overestimated the combat effectiveness of the steppe cavalry, and also underestimated the powerful manufacturing power of the southerners. The countless armor-piercing arrows in the Sanyin army's formation, and the continuous stone-throwing attacks caused the steppe cavalry to suffer huge casualties.

Despicable southerners, they actually threw in a large number of burning oil grass balls, and huge fireballs rushed down the terrain into the crowd, bringing waves of death and chaos.

What is flying in the sky? Black jars? Why are there so many clouds of white smoke coming out of the ground?

Damn, it's lime, this kind of indiscriminate trick is actually used by the southerners.

"Bed crossbow!

Everyone exclaimed as their subordinates watched the giant crossbow the thickness of a child's arm tumbling and splattering flesh and blood on the ground.

The Golden Wolf King couldn't remember how many waves of attacks he had put in, he only knew that the Sanyin people's military formation had rotated four times, and each rotation they could withstand two waves of attacks.

"The Wolf King. It can't go any further, the casualties are already approaching 50,000. The steppe people can't afford such a loss..."

"The Wolf King. Withdraw, let's bypass Zhongli's army, and we'll go to the rear of the southerners..."

"The Wolf King. Let's go back to the steppe, let's gather more cavalry..."

The persuasion of the clan leaders had no effect, and the Golden Wolf King, whose eyes were captivated by blood, had no way out. He kept cheering himself up in his heart.

"Retreat? Can you retreat, can I retreat? How much influence can a golden wolf king who has lost 50,000 lives have? How many tribes will obey my orders? Will our limited rations support us to flee to the depths of the grassland?...

The constant torture of himself made the Golden Wolf King more and more determined to fight to the death. Just as he was about to continue the attack, the heralds who rushed from the rear brought shocking news.

"Report to the wolf king, the rear of our army was raided, and the supply battalion was attacked..."

"What did you say, be more detailed," the Golden Wolf King pulled up the kneeling soldier.

The soldiers of the Golden Wolf King couldn't give him accurate information at all, and if he wanted to hear accurate information, he would probably have to ask Flowing Fire.

Because the sneak attack plan was done with the help of a flowing fire.

When Liuhuo heard the information that Brother Zhongli led the army to confront the Golden Wolf King, he couldn't sit still anymore, and used his wind trick to quickly run south.

Although the red-scaled horse was strong, it couldn't resist the wind movement and overdrew its physical strength, and it was already exhausted halfway through the run.

Flowing Fire couldn't take care of it too much, and he used a lot of gold to get three good horses from the tribes along the way. By the time Liuhuo saw the shadow of the Golden Wolf King's army, two red-scaled horses had already died of exhaustion.

Behind the long military formation, there was the supply camp of the Golden Wolf King, where countless cattle, sheep, and forage were piled up, and there were actually 10,000 grassland elites guarding these supplies.

Liuhuo lay in the grass, looking at the endless military tent in front of him, thinking in his heart how to quietly pass through. It's okay to do it yourself, but what about the horses? The fire doesn't want to lose that sack of treasure, it's the hope of the rise of the Freemasons.

Just as the Flowing Fire unfolded his Divine Consciousness to explore the battlefield, he suddenly discovered a familiar Divine Consciousness fluctuation, just in a small jungle to the west, accompanied by thousands of mortal breaths.

Flowing Fire used his wind trick to quickly rush towards the woods, and when he ran through the woods, he actually found an old acquaintance.

Poison knife Liu is actually here.

Poison Knife Liu was stunned by the sudden flow of fire in front of him, and only came to his senses when the feather arrows of his soldiers had already shot towards the flow of fire.

The poisonous knife Liu Yu stopped the soldier's attack, hurriedly walked to the front of the flowing fire, and knelt on one knee.

"How did you get here..."

At this time, those San'in soldiers knew that the person in front of them was a friend and not an enemy.

Liuhuo picked up the poisonous knife Liu and eagerly inquired about the current situation. Under the introduction of the poisonous knife Liu, Liuhuo knew that they had been lurking here all night.

It turned out that after the poisonous knife Liu fled to Wengang from the sea, he took his subordinates directly to General Zhongli. After Zhongli read Liuhuo's letter, he asked him to make an offering to his house, and several of his subordinates were also well settled.

In all fairness, although Poison Dao Liu has been a bandit, he is not bad, at least the grassroots breath has not been shed, and he does not despise mortals like other awakened people, but gets along well with Zhongli.

Of course, Zhongli is the eldest brother of Liuhuo, who loves the house and Wuxia, and the poisonous knife Liu decided not to be a rice worm, but to help General Zhongli deal with military affairs.

With the assistance of the Awakened, Zhongli was like a tiger with wings, and the Golden Wolf King had just had the intention of going south to invade, and he had already been detected by the poisonous knife Liu.

It was precisely because of him that the reaction speed of the Sanyin Kingdom was unusually fast, and before the army of the Golden Wolf King was assembled, it had already taken the lead in blocking the door.

This time, the poisonous knife Liu led a thousand elites, and the purpose was to burn the military rations of the grassland people at the beginning of the war.

Liuhuo looked at the soldiers in front of him and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. It is worthy of the elite trained by Zhongli himself, and when I showed my figure, the soldiers did not care about my identity as an awakened person, and actually took the lead in attacking me, this courage is worthy of admiration.

Penetrated deep behind enemy lines, and attacked tens of thousands of guards with a thousand lone soldiers, without fear, knowing that he would die, he was so quiet. I really don't know how Big Brother Zhongli trained it.

"Poison knife Liu, when are you going to attack?"

"Wait a little longer, and when there is a trebuchet launch in the sky, we'll attack..."

Liuhuo looked up into the distance, listening to the sound of fighting in the distance, and felt the tremor of the land in the distance. He knew that now that the war had begun, he just didn't know what the situation was.

"Poison Knife Liu, you send a few soldiers to take care of my war horse and the things on the horse's back, don't lose it. I'll charge with you later..."

"My lord, you better go around the military formation and find the general, we are enough here..."

Liuhuo looked at the more than 1,000 dead soldiers in front of him and said quietly.

"These are the hard work of Brother Zhongli, if I stay here, at least let them die less..."

Hearing Liuhuo say this, the poisonous knife Liu was not persuaded and quickly arranged for someone to guard the treasure of Liuhuo.

Waiting is anxious, especially when you can't see the battle ahead. Flowing Fire rode on his horse early, his eyes fixed on the distant sky, waiting for the signal to be issued.

It didn't take long for Flowing Fire to suddenly feel a change in the sky in the distance, and some faint traces appeared. Suddenly, two black lines flew into the sky.

The flowing fire knew that it was the smoke and dust pulled out by the burning fireballs, and these two fireballs were definitely signals, because its trajectory was very special, very high, and it was obvious that it was for people from afar to see.

The poisonous knife Liu jumped on the war horse and shouted "Brothers... Launched... Killed..."

Before the sound fell, the Flowing Fire had already leaped forward and rushed out of the jungle, and the cavalry behind him poured out of the woods in a steady stream.

The woods were far from the steppe people's tents, which was why they were able to hide from the horses. While urging the horses to gallop, the flowing fire blessed the cavalry behind him with some simple bloodthirsty and berserk techniques.

Flowing Fire selects some low-level spells that mortal physique can withstand and blesses the soldiers, and he hopes that these elites can return alive.

It's a pity that there is only one flowing fire, and the cavalry is a thousand, so it can't take care of everyone at all.

When the cavalry had all poured out of the woods, the Red Scales spotted them, and the entire supply camp was in disarray.