The moment Yang Jue's order was issued, the military formation was like a black tide thinking about the military camp of the Flying Sand Army pressing over. There are obviously a thousand people, but the murderous aura is rushing like a tide.

The 1,000 people were divided into two groups, and Liu Maosheng and Shi Yan led 200 people to find the baggage area where the carts were stacked and the countless horses were tied together. And Yang Jue, with a spear in his hand, pointed murderously at the largest tent.

"Kill!" roared the Dragoon.

"Enemy!" the Flying Sand Army's enemy attacks often failed to shout completely, and they fell.

The cavalry marched into the camp, and without organizing an effective defensive position in the camp, there was no way to stop it.

Shi Yan and Liu Maosheng's arson team immediately set fire to the carts and stakes tethered to the horses in the baggage area, and the horses neighed and screamed under the stimulation of the flames, and some of them broke free with the flames and ran around, and the flames on their bodies ignited many tents until they themselves were burned to death.

War horses, panicked people made a mess.

The middle-aged bearded man was awakened from his sleep by a noisy and chaotic figure, and beside him was his backbone, and all the brothers who had been drinking at night also got up in a panic at this moment, looking for weapons.

At this moment, Yang Jue had already carried a spear and entered the middle circle of the camp, only a few hundred meters away from them. The middle circle is a camp for more than 2,000 elites, and at this moment, even if it is an elite, they have no time to put on armor, so they can only pick up weapons and fight against the enemy.

"Rush with me!"

After Yang Jue's spear pierced a man who came out of the tent with a weapon with an aura, he locked the middle-aged bearded man in the Chinese army's tent.

The beard was swept away by this glance, like falling into an ice cave. This kind of look made his mind unstable for a while, it was too terrifying. In the previous attack, the bearded man had never seen Yang Jue, but only saw Wang Rui and Zhou Zhe, and now, he found out that in this team, there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

The Wei Lan who shot arrows, the Zhou Zhe who flew in pursuit, the Xin Chase who was extremely fast, and the Lin Tingwu who turned over by himself.

The bearded man swallowed and punched his heart, surrounded by his brother who had been marauding for a living, and he still had enough cards

"Stop them, kill!" the middle-aged bearded man shouted, as if he had unloaded some baggage, and the long knife in his hand almost fell to the ground.

And the next moment, a bolt of gunfire almost pierced the pre-dawn darkness.

Yang Jue's big move was emptied.

The starlight left by the little guns that annihilated the starry sky was like stars descending, and the people who were touched all rushed out of blood. Even if they have spiritual power to protect their bodies, even if they are also spiritual cultivators.

But the gap is too big, Yang Jue of the seventh order, one of the few people in Dasheng with the strongest attack and killing ability, how can it be comparable to the light of fire?

"Poof! poof!"

When the blood was flying, Yang Jue had already swung his gun again, lowered his body, and accelerated the impact.

Behind him, he was followed by those with swords, spears, and bows and knives in the crowd. There is no restriction on what weapons are used, but each squad must have a set of effective team attack methods.

The white light occasionally flashed and flew to the east, it was the demon dragon rider who was attacked by the group after the unlucky fall from the horse, and the sacrifice was inevitable. Everyone understands that the moment they put on the dragon armor, they belong only to glory.

Shi Yan and Liu Maosheng are still setting fires, and what they want to do is to make the enemy lose their war potential to the greatest extent. Killing a thousand people, the Flying Sand Army has a thousand fewer men, but this night, according to the size of this camp, it is impossible to kill them all, so what to do? Burning their baggage and driving their horses means that they can only attack Haven City.

And what about after failure? They will find that they have reached the same situation as Zhou Zhe.

When the middle-aged bearded man made a big move to clear a piece and leaned over to kill again, his heart began to tremble again, and he wanted to run again.

The essence of the robber is indeed very quintessential, but if he runs away today, will his elite still be able to look up to him in the future? If he becomes a recurrant again, will anyone still follow him?

"Fight! Everyone is on the shoulder. In the end, the middle-aged bearded man still broke out in blood, and began to gather the backbone around him to defend and counterattack.

"Hmph! take your life!" Seeing that someone had organized a counterattack, Yang Jue felt that he was wasting his time, and the prancing horse flew over the fence outside the Chinese army's tent and rushed into the crowd. The spears flew and the spears were full of fire.

The rest of the demon dragoons, which fished through and continued to move forward, their goal was to set the goal, to set the camp, not to be decapitated. This is clear to the centurions of the Demon Dragoons.

The middle-aged bearded man knows the skills, he doesn't need to fight the killing god on the opposite side in person, what he has to do is to stand here, and standing here is the courage of the Flying Sand Army. As long as he shouts to kill the enemy, he can let his elite stop the enemy one after another.

The effect is obvious, the former boss, the current city lord of Feisha City is so brave, the elites have no reason to retreat, and they have stepped forward, and Yang Jue, who is strong and unabated, will accept all the orders.

The path of the demon dragoons to the camp became a mess, almost unblocked, therefore, the march was very fast, Yang Jue's war horse was almost full of corpses, but he had to go, he stayed here, it would only leave the brothers in front of him leaderless.

A sweep swept past the neck of the Flying Sand Army, and then slapped the horse and accelerated away, without looking back.

The middle-aged bearded man breathed a sigh of relief, and the killing god was finally gone.

Around him, the inner three circles and the outer three circles are full of elites.

But right now

"Whoosh!" an arrow suddenly shot out from Yang Juena, who was leaving.

Before the Feisha elites could react, they were splashed with blood.

Their boss was hit by an arrow again, this time, in the chest. Zigan didn't enter.

"Help!"

The middle-aged bearded man never expected it, and he didn't wait for the back and forth carbine, but he waited for a retrospective arrow. Holding the arrow in his chest, he can only rejoice that it is not a poisoned arrow or a broken arrow.

A life-saving pill was pushed into his mouth, and immediately, he gritted his teeth and pulled out an arrow, the flesh he brought out made him gasp, and the hollowness in his chest made him feel cold.

"Tighten your vigilance, brothers, don't panic. With only one sentence, he had no strength to speak again, so he could only breathe and recuperate. Hopefully, the gunman won't come a second time.

Yang Jue naturally didn't come a second time, he obviously felt that the Flying Sand Army in this part of the Chinese army was much stronger than the periphery, and it also caused more than a dozen people to be killed and seriously injured by the Demon Dragoons. And the outer circle, but the local chicken tile dog.

Soon after, on the north side of the camp, Yang Jue and Shi Yan, who had returned from arson, converged.

At this moment, the sky was faintly bright, but it was hidden by the fire of the camp, and this was the time to beat the water dogs.

"Don't go deep, just let me charge again. Yang Jue's order was the beginning of another wave of waves.

This time, the Demon Dragoon didn't directly penetrate the military camp of Flying Sand City like just now, but cut off a part of it from the outer ring like peeling a fruit, and then cut a part of it in a different direction.

In the camp of the Flying Sand Army, they ran and shouted to kill, screaming continuously. And the elite of the center, which has never moved, is on guard, no matter what, they cannot move. The backbones all understand that once they are in chaos, the entire Flying Sand Army will really be finished. Live or die in the camp, and you can fight again with the whole army. If they rush to escape, they will only become fish and meat, and they will be pursued until there is no way to escape.

It wasn't until the horsepower began to decay and the firelight could no longer cover the movement of the cavalry that Yang Jue gave the order to leave at this moment, and their gain was that the Flying Sand Army had completely lost the ability to fight for a long time, either to storm Haven City, or to roll back to the lair to lick the wounds.

The screams of the camp and the scattered horses began to diminish, and the fire burned as it turned to ashes.

And the elites began to go out, reorganize training, and collect those routs with panicked faces.

In a few days, they lost two times in a row, and they actually knew that this team, in a short period of time, would not be able to fight again.

In the end, what made them mad the most was that all the baggage supplies were gone, and the horses were lost, and the horses collected were less than 5,000. The number of those who died in battle was also two thousand.

In the middle of the night, the losses were so heavy that the middle-aged bearded man who had just woken up from breathing and recuperating heard about this battle damage, spat blood from his mouth, and fainted again. No one can withstand such a blow.

After Yang Jue attacked at night, he dispersed the scouts again, began to repair on the spot, and sent a battle report to Zhou Zhe, reporting the battle damage and describing everything as much as possible, he didn't need to say word by word, there was only one set of demon dragon riders, and he was here to make decisions. Repairing on the spot is deliberate.

The Flying Sand Army in front of him, undoubtedly, couldn't hold out for long, because there were no supplies, they only had two roads left, if they were ready to attack the city, he would return to the army to defend the city, and if they were ready to leave, he would pursue them.

At noon, a small caravan of camels and horses passed by, looked at the messy camp and left far away. Looking at the flag, they also understood that it was the army of Flying Sand City, but the army of Flying Sand City, why was the camp beaten like this?

The passers-by did not wait for an answer, but what they waited for was looting.

The middle-aged bearded man was angry, but even if he was angry, he knew that whether it was to attack the city or go back, he needed the same, supplies.

To attack a city, you need to raise morale, and you need to wait for the morale of the army to stabilize, so you need supplies. Retreat, eat and drink along the way to also have supplies.

So after sobering up, he gave an order, the elite led the rout, with the old and the new, to plunder the surrounding merchants and nomadic settlements outside the city.

Yang Jue naturally understood, he couldn't stay, and those Flying Sand Troops would find out about his existence sooner or later.

In front of him, there are also two choices, divide the troops, intercept the plundering teams, return to the city, and fight again after repairing.

After thinking about it, Yang Jue finally decided to go back to the city. The Western Regions is not his people, not the land of Dasheng, and he can't make the decision for those merchants and herdsmen, and increase the risk of dispersing the team out of thin air.

After all, they only have a thousand people, scattered into a team of 100 people, and there is only a team of ten, and there is a possibility of being divided and surrounded by each one, which is not worth it.

Yang Jue triumphed with a great victory, and the people and merchants of Haven City cheered for them one after another, they just watched the excitement and cheered for the strong. After all, they won't be given a share of what they grabbed, and maybe they will be robbed of a hand.

The news also spread quickly, 1,000 people, raided the camp of the Flying Sand Army of nearly 10,000 people, and the Flying Sand Army suffered heavy losses, which is not bragging. Rather, it was seen by many people who had entered the city from the west to see it.

"That general Dasheng is really powerful, a thousand people dared to fight the flying sand army, and he won. He really deserves to be a warrior of Dasheng. ”

"Isn't it? In the Western Regions, who can fight with the Flying Sand Army?"

"If you want me to see, the Flying Sand Army is just like that, but there are many people, and the prodigal son of our city lord in the Western Regions is not bad. We've all lived in the city, and it's not like we haven't had close contact with those guys in Flying Sand City. ”

The inhabitants of the city are talking a lot, at least in their eyes now, Flying Sand City is just a large number of people, not a very great guy.

And after Zhou Zhe learned that Yang Jue's expansion of the battle had burned the weight of the Flying Sand Army, he slapped the senior brother's ass

"If you shoot them in the head with an arrow, it's not impossible for the Flying Sand Army to be disbanded. ”

In addition to Zhou Zhe, the others were also presented with horses, and Liu Maosheng constantly despised the army of Feisha City, which was so bad that he felt that he couldn't do it.

Yang Jue reminded very objectively

"Not all of the Flying Sand Army are mediocre, the one in their Chinese army is very powerful. At least, when we set foot in the camp, the courage and determination to resist were not bad at all. The weapons are also very good. However, there are not many people, and the gap with our elite is still very large. ”

There is one thing to say, victory is not arrogant and defeat is not discouraged, this is the senior brother Yang Jue. I can say that I am not targeting anyone, everyone here is rubbish, but I still attach great importance to my actions.