Since Shan Yu appeared on the battlefield, Dahua's current situation has become very passive, not only the original established advantages have disappeared, but even the morale of the soldiers has reached the lowest point since the start of the war.

But blind evasion has no effect, in the eyes of many generals, the current Dahua must rely on a victory to rebuild the confidence of the sergeants, in fact, even the old marshal Peng Mianzhao thinks so.

After several discussions, the Northern Army finally came up with its own countermeasure, which was to open up a new front.

In this way, Dahua can take advantage of the numerical advantage to pull the show apart, stretch, and then use the coordinated attack to contain the experience of the grassland people, and then supplemented by a feint attack, so that the grassland people are difficult to distinguish between true and false, so that even if Hu Lie Shan is really powerful in the world, it is impossible to conjure several people at a time, even if it will pay a certain price, but it can also achieve a greater victory in the grassland people, once the feint deceives Shan Yu, then this benefit will become greater.

Moreover, because Dahua is carrying out a coordinated attack, there is contact and dispatch between the three or two troops, even if they really encounter Shan Yu, they can't win, but if they want to retreat with their whole body, there is still hope, so it can be regarded as Dahua's response to the grassland people - this war, Dahua must win!

In order to boost morale, the old marshal Peng Mianzhao also decided to go out in person, although he is already old, but almost no one will insist on the determination and ability of the old man, and the old marshal's words will inspire the young man's competitive heart, for a while, everyone is scrambling, no one wants to fall behind, has not yet gone out, the decadent wind of the whole army is swept away, it can be described as the life of the three armies, the momentum is magnificent!

So, the old marshal personally took 5,000 iron horsemen and rushed to the Chikeyi region of the steppe, where a tribe of the steppe people was active all the year round, although it was a tribe of only 3,000 men and horses, but it was extremely active on the battlefield, and if such a force could be wiped out in this battle, it would definitely deal a heavy blow to the steppe people.

"Marshal, the front is Chikyi, according to the scout's report, I haven't found any grassland tribes, if you go further, it's a little too deep, in my opinion, you can camp here, rest for a while, and then send scouts to investigate, and wait for the enemy's exact news to make a decision!"

After hearing these words, the old marshal understood the truth, it is a good thing to seek war wholeheartedly, but blindly rushing forward is a taboo for soldiers, so he nodded in agreement, but he didn't expect that before the military order was conveyed, he saw a bloody figure coming to this side!

"It's Wang He, he's the captain of the scout team!"

The person who spoke was Sun Xiaojie, a general who had been following the old marshal, who was not only a very famous general in the Northern Army, but also a student of the old Marshal Peng Mianzhao.

Before Wang He got close, he planted himself under the horse, insisted on the situation, and everyone hurriedly surrounded him, Sun Xiaojie picked up Wang He, but saw that the latter was covered in blood, and he was already seriously injured, one arm was twisted outward strangely, and the position of the chest almost collapsed, seeing that he couldn't live anymore, seeing that his eyes were burning, full of blood, if he didn't shout a breath, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to return here at all!

"Will ...... Checkmate...... Shan Yu ...... With marshal...... Fast...... Walk ......"

Wang He's hand tightly grasped Sun Xiaojie's sleeve, a pair of eyes almost popped out, and as soon as the words fell, a mouthful of blood spit out, and at this time, his head was tilted, but he was already dead of anger.

Even so, his hand was already tightly gripping Sun Xiaojie, and he was unwilling to let go.

Although shocked by the other party's words, Sun Xiaojie still slowly laid Wang He's body on the ground first, and then raised his hand to close his eyes for him, and everyone watched him silently after doing all this, and the old marshal's eyes were even more tearful.

"Buried this brother!" After speaking, the old marshal looked up into the distance again, "Send someone to pick up from afar, and see if there are any other brothers who come back!"

After listening to the old marshal, Sun Xiaojie shook his head.

"Marshal, looking at this situation, these brothers shouldn't be able to come back!"

In fact, Peng Mianzhao also foresaw it a long time ago, but he was a little unwilling, these scouts were also the same as all the sergeants in the army, they were all his subordinates, these subordinates loved him, and now even if he died, he would come back to warn himself, watching this person who was the same age as his grandchildren die in front of him, the old marshal always felt that he had harmed them!

"Fetch my big gun!"

The old marshal's words immediately startled everyone, according to the warning of the dead serving, the grassland people in front of the army are the grassland tribe where Shan Yu is located, although I don't know how many people there are, but a single Yu, it is not something that they can easily deal with with the five thousand people, not to mention that there is an old marshal here on their side!

"Marshal, the steppe people's Shan Yu is in front, it's not something we can deal with, we can't be rash now!"

Hearing his words, the old marshal was stunned!

"What are you talking about! My son's death is right before my eyes, and if I escape now, what face will I have to go back to see my soldiers, and what qualifications will I have to sit in this marshal seat with peace of mind!"

"But you're ......"

Seeing that Sun Xiaojie still seemed to have something to say, the old marshal interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"My sons, in front of you is the army of the steppe people Shan Yu, you are willing to fight to the death with me!"

"Fight to the death, resist to the death!"

Five thousand sergeants shouted angrily in unison, and their voices rushed straight to Xiao Han, earth-shattering!

At this time, the old marshal Peng Mianzhao had already held a heavy gun in his hand, only to see that this gun, about the thickness of the wrist, seemed to be as heavy as a thousand jun, and was danced by the old man in his hand, but it was as light as a weight!

At this time, the front was dusty, and the war horses neighed, but it was the army of the steppe people who arrived, and the first person rode a high-headed horse with a red date, which was Shan Yu Lie!

"Old marshal, Lie has been waiting here for a long time!"

Hearing this, Peng Mianzhao, Sun Xiaojie and others were all taken aback, if this is the case, it can only explain one problem.

"Marshal, there is a traitor in the army!"

The old marshal nodded, and the hand that clenched the big gun used a little strength.

In this way, it is even more auspicious now!