"Knock, knock, knock......" A rapid drum beat suddenly sounded behind the Flying Eagle Tribe, and with the drum came a rushing torrent, the bright armor and neat arrow formation all showed the world that this was a well-trained and strong army.

After clearly seeing the big "Zhao" character on the banner in the hands of the soldiers, Hu Dingfeng, the second leader of the Flying Eagle Tribe, shouted loudly: "Sons and daughters, General Zhenbei has personally led a large army to rescue us!" After hearing this, several tribesmen who had gradually lost their support turned their heads and saw a large army rushing behind them, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while, and they gritted their teeth and withstood the onslaught led by Beigong Bo Y- and Li Wenhou.

"Retreat the tribes and get out of the way of the army!" shouted Hu Che'er, who was in the lead. In this emergency dispatch, the 3,000 heavy armored cavalry of the Flying Tiger Army did not carry heavy equipment, but fought with the swords in their hands like the light cavalry.

More than half of the backbone of the Flying Tiger Army came from the "Flying Tiger Battalion" in the original Crouching Tiger Village, and the Flying Tiger Battalion was selected from the 300 tribesmen who Hu Che'er defected to and the bandits on the Qingfeng Ridge, so the Flying Tiger Army has a very close relationship with the Flying Eagle Tribe. This time, the troops were sent to help the Flying Eagle tribe resist the Xian Lingqiang and Xiliang rebels, even if Zhao Xing did not mobilize, everyone would fight hard with the Xiliang Qiang soldiers.

Beigong Boy- and Li Wenhou, who were on the rise, naturally saw the sudden reinforcements of the Bingzhou cavalry, but they did not order their troops to retreat to defend, but continued to attack fiercely. Beigong Bo Y-felt that the Bingzhou cavalry was nothing more than that, and 10,000 people were not enough to fear, and Li Wenhou felt that he had nearly 30,000 troops, which was enough to resist the attack of 10,000 Bingzhou cavalry.

Soon, the 3,000 heavy cavalry soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army, who were not heavily armoured, who were responsible for the charge, collided fiercely with the Xiliangqiang soldiers. Although the soldiers did not have the heavy armor with strong protection, and the horses did not have armor, it did not affect their fighting spirit and indomitable momentum in the slightest, and without the knight's spear, they still had sharp sabers and strong arms!

There was no suspense, and the 3,000 cavalry led by Hu Che'er easily tore apart the front of the Xiliangqiang soldiers, but this did not mean that the situation on the battlefield was controlled. The Xiliangqiang people, who have always been regarded as hungry wolves by the Han people, really have a bit of wolf cunning and ferocity, which is also different from the Xianbei people. The Western Liangqiang people are better at fighting in small groups, like wolves hunting on the grassland, rather than simply advocating individual bravery like the Xianbei people, and this kind of opponent is more difficult to deal with.

The three thousand charging flying ** soldiers instantly fell into the layers of encirclement of the Xiliangqiang people!

Zhao Xing, who was in the position of the Chinese army, saw that Hu Che'er led his warriors to rush into the enemy formation, and soon after he fell into the siege of the Qiang soldiers, he was immediately anxious. This is the first time Zhao Xing has encountered this situation, and he can't think of the best strategy to solve it for a while. If the charging troops continue to break through the enemy blockade, it will be tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, and if the two armies fight separately, the 3,000 Jīng sharp cavalry may suffer the fate of annihilation.

At the critical moment, Zhang Liao, who was beside Zhao Xing, made a suggestion: "Third brother, give the order for the whole army to charge, we can't wait any longer, since the Xiliangqiang people like to besiege, we will press the whole army to see how big their appetite is!"

Lu Bu on the other side also said: "General, don't worry, and see that Bu will take the Beigong Boy- and Li Wenhou levels in the 1U-N Army!"

The words of the two of them suddenly enlightened Zhao Xing, just now it was really "It's not about yourself, it's about yourself, it's 1u-n", just thinking about the safety of the eldest brother Hu Che'er, but forgetting that there were two fierce men beside him who didn't make a move. "Pass my general's order! The whole army will charge to the death, and there will be no survivors among his subordinates!" Zhao Xing tightened his eyebrows and gave the only order.

"Uh......h Woo" desolate horns sounded like a crying human voice in the Han Chinese army, and a blood-red "Zhao" flag slowly rose, standing side by side with the golden S-"Zhao" flag that had been towering. The next moment, the shouting and killing sound like a tsunami suddenly exploded, and the remaining seven thousand Bingzhou cavalry invariably took out their shining sabers and rushed towards the Xiliangqiang soldiers without hesitation.

Hu Che'er, who was trapped in the enemy formation, was very calm at the moment. He commanded his subordinates to form a tight and sturdy ring formation, and gave each other's backs to each other, only concentrating on dealing with the Xiliangqiang people who surrounded him like wolves in front of him.

Hu Che'er's long-bladed saber had already begun to curl its blades due to excessive chopping, and there were not twenty Xiliangqiang people who died in his hands, but as many as sixteen or seventeen. At this moment, the eyes of several Xiliangqiang people gathered in front of Hu Che'er were already red, because it was the brothers and clansmen of these people that Hu Che'er killed. The armor on Huche'er's left and right arms had been shattered by the enemy's scimitar, and blood was oozing from the wounds.

"Kill!" Hu Che'er shouted violently, and another lightning slash slashed out, straight to the throat of a Qiang man in front of him. "Canglang!" The piercing sound of blade collision sounded, and Hu Che'er's saber was held up by the three scimitars that the other party had stretched out one after another, while the remaining two scimitars attacked Hu Che'er's mouth and head respectively.

When the danger was born, Hu Che'er hurriedly put away his knife and bent down to lie down on the back of the horse, avoiding the slashing of the opponent's two scimitars, but unfortunately the horse under the crotch suffered the pain of the blade cutting, and lay down with a sad scream. A company commander beside Hu Che'er saw that the division commander was sinking, ignoring the blade that had been split in front of him, and bent down to violently attack his back without concealment.

"Patriarch, ride my horse!" the company commander spat out a mouthful of blood, turned around and slashed his arm with the saber on the handle of the two scimitars that attacked him.

Hu Che'er, who had already turned over and got on the horse, watched the tragic death of the clansmen who had been following him into the state, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, roared, and desperately attacked the two sneak attackers whose arms had been cut off.

The 3,000 divided and surrounded cavalry of the Jīng Ruihan Army were still fighting to the death against the Western Liangqiang people, and the number of wounded and killed was gradually rising, and there was a anger in their xiong that only blocked their hearts. This battle is really unwilling, and even a little nesty. Like Zhao Xing, they had never experienced such an opponent, and they really didn't expect the enemy's cunning and ferocious style of play. If he knew that the other party would adopt this kind of fighting method of dividing and besieging by virtue of a large number of people, the heavy jockey said that he could not rush into the enemy formation according to his habits, so that now it was difficult to take care of the tail, and for a while, he actually let the Xiliangqiang people have the upper hand.

Despite their grievances, the knights of the Heavy Cavalry Division did not flinch at all, and they firmly believed that the Zhenbei General in the distance would definitely not sit idly by, and watched as the sharpest cavalry under his command was consumed by the Qiang. Soon after, the horn of the decisive charge sounded "woo-woo" rekindled the knights' determination to win in the midst of the wolves.

Nandao said a few digressions: Recently, the book review area has been so deserted, except for the occasional passing by advertisements, almost no one has left a message, which makes me very uneasy.

Everyone was silent, and Nandao didn't know if everyone liked the recent article they had written, whether they had read it or not, and they felt discouraged for a while.

When you have time, everyone should still make a noise in the book review area, and only when you interact can you have jī feelings!