Outside the Yanmen Pass, the camps of the Turkic army were one after another, with flags covering the sky, and the neighing of war horses continued one after another. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info people are like tigers, horses are like dragons, smoke and dust are billowing, hundreds of thousands of Turkic people are gathered together, like a huge ocean, the whole world is full of slaughter, iron and blood.

Qin Yun and the Eighteen Yellow Turban Lux stood in the distance and watched, and at this time, the Eighteen Yellow Turban Lux couldn't help but be intimidated by the momentum and battle intent of the Turkic army, and their faces changed slightly.

Qin Yun is also a person who has seen a big scene, and the hundred battles of the Qin army have never changed color, not to mention the Turkic army, which is only a quasi-first-class army. Although there are hundreds of thousands of troops here, in terms of momentum and iron-blooded fighting spirit, it still cannot be compared with the invincible hundred battles of the Qin army. On the contrary, he behaved most naturally, unmoved at all, which made the eighteen yellow turban wrestlers sigh in their hearts.

Qin Yun and the Eighteen Yellow Turban Lux were the first batch to come, and the other Qinwang troops would not arrive until half a month later at the earliest. Of course, this is also related to Qin Yun's numbers, and the speed of their group of nineteen people rushing to Yanmen Pass lightly should not be too fast.

"Young Heavenly Master, should we go into the city?" Or the eldest of the eighteen yellow turban warts asked.

Qin Yun looked at the camp of the Turkic army under the mountain, and a strange emotion suddenly surged in his heart. He stared at the camp of the Turkic army, and said in a voice a little excited and trembling: "No, I will charge the Turkic camp tonight and step on the joint camp." ”

Qin Yun felt that his blood was burning! I can't wait to jump into the world immediately and kill him with a seven-in-seven-out!

This is the first time since Qin Yun and his two lifetimes have been so arrogant, as if the spirit of his two lifetimes of youth has exploded at this moment.

"Ahh The eighteen yellow turban wrestlers lost their voices in unison.

That's right, Qin Yun made this decision at the beginning of the fight. Anyway, if the task is not completed, it is a death, so it is better to fight happily, but to break a way to live. For this goal, Qin Yun did not hesitate to kill the stone dragon and seize the immortal secret. He also persecuted Lu Miaozi and obtained the relics of the evil emperor.

All of this for today!

After nightfall, the Turkic soldiers became very tired due to the siege of the city for several days. In addition, the fastest reinforcements will not arrive in half a month, so the Turkic soldiers on patrol are a little absent-minded. The Turkic soldiers standing guard actually fell asleep on the stake with their weapons in their hands. The groans of Turkic women and the noise of drunken Turkic soldiers were faintly heard from the tents of the camp, making the camp of the Turkic army completely less like a barracks, as lively as a bazaar.

In fact, the nomads are different from the Central Plains peoples. They were an army run in the form of a tribe, and when they went into battle, their families would follow behind. They fought wars in peacetime, and got together with their families after the war. Therefore, the nomads have no logistics, and their belongings come with them.

Because of this, the camp of the Turkic army resembled a large bazaar rather than a solemn barracks.

However, no matter how lively it was, it would gradually subside, and as the full moon hung high, it was midnight, and the movement in the camp of the Turkic army gradually quieted down, and there was silence. After all, we are fighting a war now, and we need to save enough energy to deal with the next day's fierce battle.

Qin Yun and the Eighteen Yellow Turban wrestlers leaped out of their horses, holding spears specially selected from the palace, wearing heavy armor, riding white horses, and rushing straight down the mountain. Although it was late at night, the nineteen white horses and the shining armor on their bodies still looked a little dazzling under the moonlight.

This is a large army battle, and what is more suitable is a long weapon, and Qin Yun's long-altitude marksmanship that he has cultivated for many years is finally useful.

Yang Guang has always been extravagant, still white, and even most of the war horses in the palace are white. It's not that there are no other color war horses, it's just that they are not as good as white war horses. On the battlefield of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the advantages and disadvantages of the war horse are related to life and death, and Qin Yun had to ignore some small shortcomings like this.

The long wind whistled in their ears, and in just an instant, Qin Yun had already rushed to the bottom of the mountain.

"Someone is rushing! Someone's coming, someone's breaking into the camp! "The Turkic army is worthy of being the most elite army at this time, even if it is stuck, the patrolling Turkic soldiers also discovered the traces of Qin Yun and the others at the first time, and shouted loudly at the moment.

"What's the hurry, it's just a small group of people. Obey my orders and destroy this group of Han dogs. The patrol Turkic soldier hundred cavalry commander saw the number of Qin Yun and the others clearly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded the Turkic soldier who spoke out.

Immediately, the hundred cavalry commanders led the patrol team towards Qin Yun to kill. They brandished their weapons, their faces hideous, and they wanted to break Qin Yun and the others into pieces.

If you let those big people know that they were woken up by just twenty people, the consequences will not be good! So at present, they hope to kill these Han dogs, and the punishment will be lower.

At this time, the camp of the Turkic army also moved after hearing the shouts, and the Turkic soldiers patrolling around began to converge in the direction where Qin Yun was.

The prancing horse waved his spear, and at this time, in addition to the excitement and pride in Qin Yun's heart, there was still a trace of nervousness in his heart. For the strong, a well-trained army is always the last enemy they want to face. Facing the battle formation of hundreds of thousands of troops, even the three great grandmasters did not dare to attack it directly. If it weren't for Qin Yun's refining body, his sword palm was hard to hurt, and he wouldn't have rushed into the enemy camp with more than ten horses.

But compared to this little nervousness, Qin Yun was more excited in his heart. An excitement hidden in the depths of his veins gushed out, making his fighting spirit more and more crazy. The white horse holding Qin Yun seemed to sense Qin Yun's excitement at this time, and after letting out a neighing sound, it rushed towards the bandits like a meteor.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yun was about to meet the Turkic hundred-man team. At this moment, his mind was extremely cold, and the tension that still existed in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Qin Yun looked at the more than 100 Turks rushing towards him, let out a long shout, the spear was like a meteor, like a storm, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked thirty-six moves, stabbing towards the rushing Turks. The Turks surrounding him fell to him in an instant, and many more fell behind him.

"Kill!" The eighteen yellow turban wrestlers also made a quick move, the cold light flickered, and the head flew up.

This hundred-person team didn't stop it for even a moment, and they died in the hands of Qin Yun and the others, leaving only a piece of stump and broken remains behind. Although this hundred-person team did not play a role in blocking Qin Yun and the others, it played a role as a warning.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Qin Yun smashed the gate with one shot. When the sawdust flew, the horses leaped, and Qin Yun and his party successfully entered the Turkic camp.

However, when he entered the camp, he found that he was facing the Turks, who had already begun to prepare. Although the number is still small, and the armor is not complete, it is no longer a lamb to be slaughtered.