In the desert, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, the sun is still blazing during the day, and the cold bones are cold at night.

Yajun led 100,000 cavalry to search for the traces of the three clans all the way according to the information given by Gan Toad, but it has been unsuccessful.

At night, when the cold wind was howling, the soldiers wrapped in heavy cloaks curled up in a pile around the fire and roasted the fire, rubbing their hands together from time to time to blow to warm their hands.

One couldn't help but complain: 'This desert is cold to death at night, why does the Wind King have to draw this time to crusade against Houjin.' ’

"That's right, does the Wind King see that we are the people lent to her by His Majesty, so he doesn't care about our life or death, and when the time comes, maybe he will freeze to death in this desert and no one will collect the corpse." Someone answered, echoing the conversation, and his tone was full of resentment.

"Hey, you should be quiet, and you are not afraid of others hearing." The other said hurriedly.

"What are you afraid of, these 100,000 cavalry are all our people, and the Wind King's own people are only 3,000." One of them was full of disdain, blew hot air into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his face again, scolding, "Damn, Lao Tzu's face is almost frozen." ”

"What are you muttering! Stand still! A woman dressed in a general's uniform walked over, her face was solemn, she walked up to a few people and glanced at them one by one, and the murderous aura in her eyes made the few people who had just gossiped shiver.

This person's name is Guo Fei, thirty years old, a general in charge of 100,000 cavalry, and he can be regarded as a general who has made great contributions to the underworld.

Guo Fei looked at a few people with cold eyes, and said coldly: "No matter where you are, as a soldier, just obey!" What are you squatting here one by one? Whether it is His Majesty or the Wind King, the little prince is now the Wind King and the King, and he is considered a family. ”

"Yes, I'll know I'm wrong." Several soldiers said in unison, straightening their chests and standing in front of Guo Fei, as if they were afraid of being dealt with by military law.

Guo Fei saw a few people like this, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's all gone, rest early, and I'll have to hurry tomorrow." ”

The crowd immediately dispersed and returned to their tents, and no one dared to talk nonsense.

Yajun, who had been standing behind a camp, saw this scene, his face hidden in the dark looked a little deep and cold, and said to the person beside him: "This Guo Fei is still a little upright, but there is less trouble, you have more contact with her." ”

Suzaku smiled, patted his chest confidently and said, "Master, don't worry about this, you don't need to say that your subordinates will do it." ”

Yajun said "grace" softly, and when he saw a few people on horseback outside the barracks, he immediately walked over.

In a quarter of an hour, several people had already come to the front, dismounted and knelt down to Yajun and saluted: "Master." ”

"The weather is cold at night in the desert, and everyone is still working hard, which is really hard." Yajun stepped forward to help the person kneeling in front.

After the kneeling people stood up, they heard Yajun's words and immediately replied in unison: "This is what subordinates should do." ”

Seeing this, Yajun smiled with relief, or her own people are more reliable, these people are the people in the black pavilion she sent out to inquire about the news, I don't know what the result is, and asked: "Jiang Xing, can you find anything around here?" ”

Jiang Xing is the second leader of the Black Pavilion, because after the death of the former boss of the Lonely Moon City, now the leader of the Black Pavilion is Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing clenched his fists, looked at Yajun with bright eyes, and replied: "Master, just now we saw the horseshoe prints on the ground in front, it should be that someone has just walked by, so the horseshoe prints have not been covered up yet, we followed the horseshoe prints all the way and found that the Houjin people's camp is in front." ”

"Can you see clearly?" Yajun was happy, and after searching for several days, he was finally found by them! Hurriedly asked, "How many people are there on the other side?" ”

"Judging from the costumes, the other party seems to be a tribal group, dressed similarly, about 60,000 or 70,000 people, and also includes men and young children."

When the tribes of the desert wander outside, they have always been like this, and they will wander around with their families, whether they are old people or young children, and they will live wherever they go.

"It seems that these three tribes are not gathered together, which is simply great!" Suzaku clapped his hands with joy on his face, turned to Yajun and said, "Master, do we want to give them a sneak attack?" ”

Yajun stood in the middle of several people, his momentum was calm, and he smiled evilly: "This king has this intention, now they will definitely not think that we will be nearby, the defense must be weak, Jiang Xing, you take everyone in the Black Pavilion to stand by." ”

"No, my subordinates will go and prepare immediately," Jiang Xing hurriedly walked away after receiving the order.

"Suzaku, you bring 50,000 cavalry to cover, and wait for the king to take the lead with the people of the Black Pavilion, if they chase them out, remember to outflank and kill her by surprise!" Yajun's eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light, and his tone was cold.

"No, my subordinates will receive orders."

As Yajun expected, the Dulie tribe almost fell asleep after late at night, with only a few sentries standing guard, and the defense was indeed weak.

Yajun who was hiding on the sand slope waved his hand, and the war horse immediately stood up with good training, and the people in the Black Pavilion turned over and got on the horse with quick movements, and Yajun shouted: "Rush!" Only sneak attack, not love! ”

Three thousand elite horsemen swooped down from the sand slope, the momentum was terrifying, because the people of the Black Pavilion were not soldiers, so they were not used to wearing armor as always, wearing black robes, the robes were blowing in the night wind, Yajun raised the bow and arrows and fired three arrows at once, before the people arrived, the arrows arrived first, and the three sentries were killed in an instant, and the people of the Dulie tribe instantly reacted and blew the horn.

It's a pity that Yajun has already rushed into the tribe, knocked down the brazier, and with a clang, the people of the Dulie tribe turned over and picked up their weapons and killed them from the tent before they had time to put on their clothes.

Yajun nodded at Jiang Xing, Jiang Xing thoughtfully led two people to ride horses around the tribe, rampage, three large wine bags were hung behind the three horses, and the wine spilled out of it and dripped into the yellow sand, but no one found this detail in the melee, and only stepped forward with a big knife to slash at Jiang Xing.

Yajun held a spear in his hand, rode a horse and laughed arrogantly in the center, and his handsome face was like the king of Hades descending in the eyes of the Dulie tribesmen at this moment: "Du Lieyan, come out quickly and die!" ”

"Insolent boy, dare to sneak attack!" A stout middle-aged woman walked out of the tent with a big knife, her eyes showed a fierce light, she glared at Yajun angrily, raised her big knife and pointed at Yajun and shouted angrily, "Tonight, the patriarch told you to come back and take your life!" ”

Yajun Sen looked at Du Lieyan coldly, pursed his lips and smiled coldly: "When Houjin sent troops to attack my Lonely Moon City, your tribe also went to a lot of people!" This king will make you pay the same price with blood! Kill! He swung his spear and stabbed it into the chest of one of the men who rushed at him.

In the end, the Dulie tribe has fallen behind, and the cry of the baby is particularly harsh in this dark night.

Yajun rode his war horse around the tribe, and the spear in his hand stabbed mercilessly into the chest of one enemy after another, and the people of the Dulie tribe fell one after another.

Jiang Xing came to Yajun's side and nodded to Yajun, Yajun looked at the martyrs who were coming from behind, immediately put away his spear, and shouted: "Retreat!" Turning the horse's head, the men who led the Black Pavilion immediately withdrew.

Jiang Xing smiled sinisterly, threw out the torch that had been prepared long ago, and with a bang, the fire burned instantly, the flames floated to the tent, and the men hiding in the tent all ran over in panic.

Du Lie's whole body trembled, and he looked up to the sky and roared: "Bastard!! ”

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