Sangkun's sergeant quickly dismantled the guards at the gate, and the huge gate swayed in the early morning sun, and a succession of blades slashed at the rope on its side, and the rope was cut with a bang. The huge gate fell to the ground with a thud, stirring up layers of dust. Temujin's camp was like a prey with its minions removed, waiting to be slaughtered.

The brave horsemen stepped onto the ground and divided into several groups and flocked to all sides of Temujin's camp, advancing from the outskirts of the camp to the inside. The horse shot out the rocket in his hand quickly, and the flames burned rapidly on the flammable yurt, and soon spread throughout the camp.

Sangkun originally wanted to deal with Temujin, so he was familiar with Temujin's camp, so he had already arranged the task, and this time he brought 20,000 people, plus 10,000 people from Zamuhe, to deal with the Temujin tribe that had exhausted its elite, it can be said that he could be captured.

The flames of war were like gorgeous flowers blooming from the outside of the camp, and the smoke grew from small to large. Shen Chengping smiled and watched the smoke get bigger and bigger, listening to the constant shouts and screams, but there was no fluctuation in his heart, he had been an emperor for several years, Shen Chengping had already been as hard as iron, and the screams of the Mongolians were heavenly for today's Han people, but unfortunately, there are not many Han people who can understand this.

The noisy sound of war came in from the outer camp, and the fireworks in the outer camp could be seen clearly. Out of a yurt in Liying came a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was Guo Jing.

Guo Jingang's face looked in all directions, and he saw the fireworks rising in the outer camp, and he knew that it was not good. At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar also came out of another yurt. It was his second master, Zhu Cong.

"Second Master, there seems to be an accident outside." Zhu Cong's face tightened, and there were fireworks and the sound of tearing and killing on all sides of the camp, which showed that there was a foreign enemy killing, and this Temujin army was not at home, this time it was not good.

"Well, I'm going to inform you of the other masters. Someone is attacking the camp. ”

"But the battalion has to inform the battalion officer, what's the use of informing them." Guo Jing asked puzzled.

"This" Zhu Congxin said, of course, if something is wrong, you have to notify them to save their lives first, but it is not easy to speak: "If you are asked to notify you, you will be notified, don't ask so much." ”

"Whoosh!" A rocket shot at Guo Jing's back.

"Be careful," Zhu Cong couldn't help but remind when he saw that the arrow was coming quickly and quickly. Guo Jing heard the master's reminder, and then smelled the evil wind behind him twisted to his side, avoiding the arrow. When the Mongolian man who attacked him saw him flash this arrow, he couldn't help but shout hello. Zhu Cong was also a little pleased with Guo Jing's performance, such a Lutun man has made some achievements in teaching like this, Zhu Cong thought to himself, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, and with a shake of the folding fan in his hand, a dark wind swept towards the Mongolian man who sneaked in. With a bang, the Mongolian man fell down softly holding his neck, and a trace of blood seeped out only between his fingers covering his neck.

Guo Jing was stunned and looked at the corpse that fell to the ground.

"What are you doing, go and call your masters." Zhu Cong shouted. The rocket that Guo Jing avoided hit the yurt beside him, and the yurt made of the curtain immediately burst into flames, and Zhu Cong's face was a little hideous.

Guo Jing reacted, nodded heavily, and ran to the yurts that entered, shouting as he ran: "Master, get up quickly, the enemy is coming." ”

At this time, although the sun is shining, it is still early in the morning. A rain of arrows hit the air, and Zhu Cong, who was in a Confucian shirt, saw that the situation was not good, so he rolled on the spot and lay down this rain of arrows. A few arrows sank into the ground beside him, and the tail of the arrow shook slightly, which made Zhu Cong frightened for a while, if he was afraid that he would lose his life here at night.

Zhu Cong avoided this rain of arrows, his body shook, lying behind a yurt, and peeked at more than 20 Mongolian soldiers, holding bows and riding horses, slowly approaching this yurt. The two Mongol warriors in front of them howled. They looked at each other, kicked the horse's belly, and carried the saber from both ends of the yurt.

Zhu Cong clearly heard the heavy gasps of the two getting closer and closer. With a bang, a bloodstained Xueliang saber slashed towards Zhu Cong's head. Immediately after, another saber stabbed Zhu Congdi in the waist. The two sabers are one first and one behind, one fast and one slow. sealed Zhu Cong's upper and lower two key points, which shows that the two have a tacit understanding.

Zhu Cong folded the fan. The fine iron smashed the saber on the saber that was picked up on it, and a strong force from the blade of the horse knife reached the Mongolian man's tiger's mouth, and the huge force only forced the knife in his hand to almost drag his hand, the Mongolian man's heart sank, good guy, this white-faced scholar looks soft and weak, but the strength of the ground in his hand is so great!

Zhu Cong sealed the saber from above, and retreated. As soon as the abdomen was closed, the saber stabbed from below slashed the placket of the chest. The chill of Xueliang's blade soaked into Zhu Cong's heart. The fan bone in Zhu Cong's hand struck the Mongolian man's wrist, and the saber in the man's hand fell to the ground with a clang. Between the lightning and fire, Zhu Cong's empty left hand took the vein of the man who fell off the saber, ripped him off the horse's back, and a black horse with an empty horse rushed forward.

Seeing that the situation was not good, another Mongolian man hurriedly waved the saber in his hand and slashed at the back of Zhu Cong's neck viciously. Zhu Cong smiled slightly, and lifted the Mongolian man in his hand forward. Facing the sharp blade. The Mongolian man who wielded the knife saw that the situation was not good, but it was too late to stop, and he still slashed at his brother.

This time the flesh flew straight away, and the man who was hurting screamed and died on the spot. Zhu Cong tiptoed a little. The man rose in the air, and the goblin iron fan in his hand slapped heavily on the man's neck, and the force made his neck deformed, and he immediately fell softly. After falling, his feet were still on the saddle, and he dragged the ownerless war horse out dozens of meters away. In fact, if he only used the secret weapon, Zhu Cong would have easily solved them, he knew that the chaotic army was attacking at this time, and the hidden weapon on his body still needed to be used again at the critical moment.

In an instant. Two brave warriors on his side died. First, an empty war horse galloped out. Later, another war horse dragged his brother's corpse for dozens of meters, and apparently neither of them was lucky. This made the team leader's heart tighten. It seems that behind that yurt is a master. Thinking of this, he did not continue to send people to take risks, but waved his hand and ordered: "The first army rockets all the yurts around, the second army scatters the yurt, and the third army shoots the second army." ”