Jia Rong galloped without looking back, the Murong banner in Xianbei was beckoning to him, capturing the thief and the king, these important people in Xianbei were in front of him, and catching them was to seize the victory, Murong Feng's arrogant appearance in front of him just saved Jia Rong's time to find the Xianbei marshal.

To Jia Rong's surprise, the Xianbei people came to the cavalry like crazy, and from their actions, Jia Rong felt a kind of paranoia, which was very similar to that of the soldiers of the Xiliang Army, and they could do whatever it took to achieve the goal.

No matter how brave the blood guard is, he is only a human being, and when he is finally exhausted, in the dense Xianbei army, he can reach the Chinese army directly, what kind of courage it is.

Jia Rong no longer knew how many wounds there were on his body, he only knew that his mind was a little dazed, and the scimitar in his hand became heavier and heavier, "Is it going to stop here?" Such a thought flashed through Jia Rong's mind.

"No!" In the distance, there are Wei Fu and Cai Yan looking forward to it.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the steel teeth were crushed, Jia Rong roared angrily, and the scimitar slashed a Xianbei commander with a powerful blow.

The blood guards who followed behind him tightly surrounded Jia Rong in the middle, and Jia Rong's ears heard the sound of snorting knives and guns into the flesh.

Getting a brief respite, Jia Rong raised his eyes and looked forward, the distance from the Xianbei marshal was only about a hundred steps, a stone's throw away, as long as he worked hard, it was possible to capture this group of Xianbei marshals who did not put the Han people in their eyes.

Jia Rong's eyes couldn't help but shed tears, just like that, more than a dozen blood guards were killed, watching them die without regrets, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth and shouted hysterically: "Kill!" ”

The extra-large scimitar easily killed the two Xianbei soldiers with a single swing, leaving blood all over the ground and a look of disbelief, and the remaining blood guards completely broke out, and the already exhausted strength was actually full in an instant, and there seemed to be inexhaustible strength all over the body.

Murong Feng's face was calm, his heart had already set off a stormy wave, the combat effectiveness of the Han cavalry was far beyond imagination, the strange scimitar, the cavalry's superb riding skills, made this veteran who had experienced a hundred battles couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

"The Iron Rider will win!" Jia Rong yelled.

When the remaining more than 200 blood guards heard this, their spirits were shocked, and they roared in unison, more than 200 people were insignificant on the battlefield, but the momentum of the roar should not be underestimated.

Xianbei was large in number but infantry, and the Xiliang army was weak but cavalry, and the battle between the two sides was in full swing.

"Shoot the arrows!" Murong Feng ordered without hesitation, it is undeniable that he admires the Han general in front of him very much, but he has followed Tanshi Huai to fight for many years, what an amazing talent has never been seen, in the face of strong strength, talent is just a moment of brilliance, and the appearance of a famous Han general is the biggest blow to the Xianbei people.

The bravery of the Han people shocked the Xianbei people, and this kind of one-sided slaughter regardless of their own soldiers made the Xianbei people next to the blood guard suffer countless casualties, and the charging soldiers looked around blankly, looking for the culprit of the rain of arrows.

A rain of arrows took the lives of more than 30 blood guards, and the riding skills were superb like blood guards under the continuous high-load battle, the body had already appeared unsupported, and the arrows were fired, and they instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that the stiff body could not move a bit.

If it weren't for a blood guard guarding Jia Rong at a critical moment, Jia Rong would be pierced by the oncoming arrows, and the wolf's tooth arrows on the grassland would be sharp and sharp.

The Xianbei soldiers were a little dazed by the rain of arrows from their own camp, forgot the commander's orders, and there was a brief pause.

The blood guard took the opportunity to rush forward, getting closer and closer to the banner of "Murong", Jia Rongqiang cheered up and killed three Xianbei soldiers in succession.

Murong Feng sneered, slowly rode his horse back, and did not give the enemy any chance, Murong Feng had been on the battlefield all his life, how could he not understand the intentions of the Han cavalry.

Jia Rong tore Murong Li off the war horse with one hand, and shouted: "This is your handsome son, if you don't retreat from Lao Tzu, you will be killed." ”

Xianbei people couldn't understand what Jia Rong was saying, but they saw Murong Li with a pale face in Jia Rong's hand, Murong Feng fought all his life, and in his later years, he got Murong Li's son, who was very loved, and was a well-known calf protector in Xianbei.

Murong Feng, who was about to withdraw, saw the figure in Jia Rong's hand, and couldn't help but be surprised by Jia Rong's strength, and wanted the soldiers to stop, but he couldn't delay the military aircraft because of this, his heart was full of contradictions, the Xianbei soldiers stopped for a short time, and quietly looked at Murong Feng under the banner of Murong Rong, as long as he gave an order, let alone Murong Li in front of him, it was the leader, and they dared to rush forward.

With Jia Rong's eyesight, the changes in Murong Feng's expression were all in sight, and he was secretly satisfied, this humble gentleman, at the critical moment, he could have a surprising effect, and his hand unconsciously increased his strength, and Murong Li screamed a few times without backbone.

The Xianbei soldiers stopped fighting, and the beloved son of the big handsome was slightly damaged, and they couldn't afford the consequences of this, and the blood guards were around Jia Rong.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jia Rong threw Murong Li forward violently, patted the horse and went towards Murong Feng, in adversity, people's potential will always be maximized, and people of more than 100 catties are like a toy in Jia Rong's hands, and they are thrown directly.

"Take the head of the general in the million-strong army!" Jia Rong suddenly thought of this bridge.

Murong Feng, who loved his son's heart, was in turmoil, when a sword was put on his neck, he felt remorse in his heart, and his wisdom was lost in old age, this is not the most critical, as the commander of the Xianbei army, he is the most core existence in the army, thinking of the scene of Xianbei being torn apart, Murong Feng closed his eyes helplessly.

The change in the battlefield was only instantaneous, and in the blink of an eye, the Xiliang Army, which was still at a disadvantage, actually caught Murong Feng.

Murong Feng has a prestige in Xianbei that is difficult for a leader to have, Tanshi Huai was the most important general in the year, Wencheng martial arts conquered the hearts of every Xianbei soldier, where Murong Daqi passed, Xianbei all departments bowed to him, and every Xianbei soldier was proud to be called a soldier under Murong Feng.

There was no need for Jia Rong to threaten him, the Xianbei soldiers retreated one after another, and the blood guards took the opportunity to step forward and surround Jia Rong in the middle.

"Xianbei warriors, the Han people are in front of you, destroy this Han army and save the handsome!" A group of 100 cavalry appeared in the rear of the army, the leader of whom was dressed in brocade clothes and shouted in a somewhat excited tone.

"Don't talk nonsense!" A loud roar was like thunder on the ground, quieting the Xianbei soldiers who were about to move.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds on his body, biting the tip of his tongue to stabilize his mind, Jia Rong pressed the Qingyu Sword tightly against Murong Feng's neck, because of the excessive strength, blood flowed out along the blade.

Surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, Que Ju rushed to the battlefield.

Kuitou's eyes flashed a trace of undetectable fierceness, thinking that when Tanshihuai Khan led the Xianbei people to lay down a huge territory, he didn't want to be divided by this group of wolf-ambitious courtiers after death, after Kuitou became a khan, he was thinking about restoring the glory of Tanshihuai when he was alive, Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei was unattainable, if he could die in the hands of the Han people, Kuitou was confident that he would restore the glory of Danhan Mountain again.

Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei is not comparable to the titular khan of the Kuitou, the same is an order, the Kuitou should be greatly reduced, and under the differentiation of the lords of the various departments, the majesty of the royal court is gradually decreasing.

Que Ju roared: "Han people, let Murong go quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will let you die without a place to be buried." ”

Que Ju's Chinese was really not very good, and the blood guard burst out of laughter when he heard this, which eased the urgent battlefield atmosphere a lot.

Que Ju's face was slightly red, Murong Feng was proficient in Chinese, and Que Ju was not to be outdone, and he had studied for more than ten years.

Jia Rong sneered: "Talking nonsense, if we let him go, we won't have a way to live." ”

"General, this person is the Lord of Xianbei West." The sensitive-eared blood guard hurriedly stepped forward and said after hearing the Xianbei soldiers' discussions.

Jia Rong said with a smile: "Que Ju Lao'er, look at whose hands your son is?" ”

Zhao Li cooperatively pushed Mu Da to Jia Rong's side, and the sword was pressed against his neck.

Seeing Mu Da, Que Ju's momentum immediately weakened, Que Ju has five sons, but Mu Da is the most talented, in Murong Feng's words, he is a genius who has not been met in a hundred years, Que Ju thought it was true, and spent a lot of effort on Mu Da's body.

Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards to the city gate slowly, followed by thousands of Xianbei troops, from the eyes of Xianbei soldiers, Jia Rong saw not anger, but fear.

Knowing the weight of the people in his hands, Jia Rong was very relieved, with Murong Feng as a bargaining chip, Xianbei, who was not allowed to surround the county town, would not retreat, maybe he would be able to reap the benefits, and the more livestock and horses, the better.

As soon as he gained the advantage, Jia Rong began to think about it again.

The leader whispered a few words, and more than a hundred Xianbei cavalry came in the direction of Jia Rong.

Without Jia Rong's order, under the fury of Que Ju, who found this abnormality, he personally led hundreds of cavalry forward, drew his sword without saying a word, and staged a battle between comrades in front of the Han army, and the elite of the western cavalry was famous in the entire Xianbei.

Jia Rong was very satisfied with Que Ju's attitude, and led the soldiers to the city gate without danger, Zhao Yun came to the team covered in blood, followed by more than a dozen cavalry, Jia Rong in the city was attacked, Zhao Yun was also uncomfortable at the city gate, constantly attracting troops, so that Jin Airong could have a chance to breathe.

"Let the Xianbei of Northland County retreat, otherwise you will receive the heads of these three people!"

After putting down his words, Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards to flee from Lingzhou with the three important people of Xianbei.

Que Ju sighed, and personally led a thousand cavalry to the battlefield of Beidi County, what if it was not for Murong Feng running around in Xianbei for many years, I am afraid that Xianbei's situation is even worse than now, and the powerful Xianbei has split after the death of the Great Khan of Tanshihuai.

If there is no grain and grass, it can be raised again, and if there are no soldiers, it can be selected from the tribe again, and if Murong Feng is lost, Xianbei will be half finished.

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