"I said, I didn't have ...... Didn't come in to report. The herald officer looked at Murong Lie's cannibalistic face and whispered, the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and the last few words were almost inaudible.

"I didn't come in to report, you ......" Murong Lie raised his foot and kicked hard at the herald officer, this officer had been a guard for him for five years and a captain for three years, and he was only promoted to a herald officer last year, and he had always been Murong Lie's confidant and right-hand man, but now this confidant and cronie said that Murong Lie had just looked away, and he didn't come in to report at all just now, which made Murong Lie even more depressed.

The herald officer didn't dare to hide when he saw Murong Lie kicking over, he just stood upright and waited to be kicked, but Murong Lie retracted his legs halfway and straddled over, ignoring him and leaving the camp tent. The herald's expected kick was missed, and he was stunned for a moment and quickly turned around and followed.

At this time, the Xianbei camp was full of people roaring and neighing, and it sounded extremely chaotic in the night of the black winter of Black Bryan.

"Don't follow, our team is mixed with the spies of the Rui Kingdom, those spies pretend to be sergeants and officers here, and even generals fake military orders to plot against each other, you immediately notify everyone to check each other's identities, and when you check it, you have to dig to the root of the ancestral grave, and if you find a suspicious person, you will be killed on the spot. Murong Lie turned around and hurriedly explained to the herald officer and a few other personal guards, and then found the commander to urgently sound the gold.

In the dark night, the sound of the huge Xianbei camp was everywhere, and the sound of rapid rhythm and cold wind spread out along the vast battlefield, sounding clear and sparse.

"It's not easy for Murong Lie to react so quickly. Approaching the corner of the battlefield of the Xianbei camp, Mo Cong, Lei Bao and the others, who were receiving the flying stone car, all looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"Don't look at it, move quickly and retreat, pay attention to the ballista carts and stone carts in front. Someone whispered, and with a swift motion, he fastened the harness to the wheels of the flying stone carts, which were originally drawn by four horses, but now they were transformed into four horses in front and four in the back. More maneuverable.

The Xianbei camp in the distance, Murong Lie urgently ordered a soldier and horse at the beginning of Mingjin to prepare to leave the camp, after Mingjin three times, he saw that many flying stone cars had no sign of retreating, and he couldn't wait for the soldiers and horses to gather in place, so he rushed out of the Xianbei camp with the first comer and went south, and the soldiers and horses who were still assembled were dispatched in batches, and followed behind one after another.

The thin clouds covered the sky full of stars and moons, and only shouting and killing could be heard in front of him, and no ghost could be seen, Murong Lie led the team to move forward while giving an urgent order, and some flying stone cars along the way were already retreating when they heard the sound of gold, and they retreated faster after receiving the order. Some scouts and soldiers along the way joined the retreating team of the flying stone carts, closely protecting these precious dragon army killing weapons.

"There are still a lot of flying stone cars in front of you that have not come back, everyone follows the sound to chase, and when you encounter those who do not listen to the greeting and do not turn around and return to the camp, you must chase all the flying stone cars back. In addition, the Swiss army should have more horses and fewer sergeants, and when they encountered such a team, they immediately shot and snatched the horses. Urgently notify the ballista cart in front of you to intercept the stone cart heading towards the Djinn Pass, and all pass passes will be invalidated. Murong Lie rode a horse while issuing orders to his reliable subordinates who had already been checked, and his subordinates agreed one after another, and each led the team to the target direction. The battlefield in the dark night thundered with horses' hooves and shook the earth.

"Master Mo, they chased it out. A Montenegrin training camp scout listened to the movement behind him.

"Well, you guys split up, and the eighth squadron will go and move away from the ballista carts and stone carts in front. The 9th Squadron and the 10th Squadron coordinated with the right guards to ambush the heralds who were catching up, trying to leave enough time for Commander Lei to retreat. Mo Cong said.

The scouts who received the order took action one after another, disguised herald of pretended heralds, ambushes of ambushes on the spot. Everything went in an orderly manner. The soldiers and horses of the Central Army led by Lei Bao and others left behind the heavy stone bullets and quickly retreated south with eight horses pulling empty flying stone carts, creating a fighting atmosphere such as various voices, horse hooves, and shouts of killing while retreating south. The Long Army's side was in a state of confusion with all sorts of specious orders. The real order could not be conveyed for a long time, and finally there was an order to bring Murong Lie to the herald who broke through, but most of the scattered stone convoys of the flying crossbow convoy that got the order had been transferred to a far place, and it was beyond the reach of the whip to turn around and go back to intercept, and some of the partial forces in the right position were weak, and they could not control the situation at all with a little bit of force, nor could they effectively intercept the flying stone vehicles retreating south.

Murong Lie, who was urgently chasing, heard all kinds of bad news coming back from the front, and his heart became more and more depressed.

"They couldn't run much faster with the cart, so they gave the order to go down and chase after them with all their might. "Now that he has let it go, he doesn't care about any poison powder and poison, let's chase the flying stone cart back first.

The Long army was already in urgent pursuit, and after getting such an order, it was even faster to whip up the horses and spare no effort, and the flying stone convoy that retreated south quickly connected with the frantically pursuing Long army, all kinds of spears and sabers clanged sharply in the dark night, and the horses pulling the carts were shot into hedgehogs by rows of dense feathered arrows by the archers of the Long army, and many flying stone carts ran and ran from horse-drawn carts to cart-drawn horses, and the swarming Long army quickly unbuckled and replaced the horses and drove the cart to the Xianbei camp.

The Swiss army did not show weakness, and when they saw that the flying stone cart in their hand was intercepted, they immediately turned around and grabbed it again, and the flying stone cart was repeatedly changed hands by the two armies, and the battle was extremely fierce.

"I said, why don't you put more of that medicine to confuse them, do you think it's going to be a lot of trouble now?"

"I also want to turn them all over, but unfortunately there are not so many poisonous powders, and the afternoon and evening ones have already used a dose of more than 100,000 people, and such a terrifying consumption is really unbearable. Mo Cong explained.

The two armies were fighting happily in the middle of the battlefield, the movement had been heard on the side of the Giant Spirit Pass, and the soldiers and horses that had already been assembled rushed out of the city to respond, and the Xianbei camp also rushed up to reinforce all the way, some urgently escorted the flying stone carts back to the camp, and some continued to intercept the flying stone carts. A night battle of tens of thousands of people quickly turned into a vicious battle of more than 100,000 people, and the two sides are still increasing their troops, and there is a great tendency to intensify.

Mo Cong looked at the tragic battlefield like Shura Field under the hazy moonlight, and watched the living people being hacked to death by knives and arrows in an instant, and a powerful feeling of suffocation surged in his heart, as the number of participants on both sides increased, and the number of casualties increased, this feeling of suffocation became stronger and more uncomfortable.

"Kill them all, kill them a hundred, and these troubles will be solved. With this feeling of suffocation, a voice rumbled and echoed in his head, asking Mo Cong to quickly cut through the mess and solve the trouble, not to set up a cage for himself, and not to solve it when he has the ability to solve things.

"Isn't it okay to kill people indiscriminately?" another voice roared in question.

"If you want to become a big thing, you can kill your relatives, where are there so many mothers-in-law and mothers, not to mention that now they are running all the way to kill people, and I kill them to save people. Hurry up and do it, any further hesitation will only allow more innocent people to die in vain. A voice in front of him rumbled.

"Those are ordinary people, and killing them is not a victory, it can only increase the number of evils. The latter voice rumbled.

"It is natural to use violence to fight violence, this time it will be hard to deter them, they will not dare to come next time, so it can be counted as a lot less, don't hesitate, kill it quickly!" the previous voice urged.

......

The two voices were arguing fiercely in Mo Cong's mind, and a scout next to him was suddenly pierced through the throat by an oncoming sharp arrow, and a blood arrow sprayed up obliquely with the scout's fallen figure, and the scene in front of him instantly became blood-red, and the shadows and shadows in the field of vision looked all hideous, hateful, and hateful.

This blood arrow was like an introduction that instantly detonated all the suffocation in Mo Cong's heart, Mo Cong only felt a bang in his head, and all the previous arguments stopped instantly, leaving only a clear and unambiguous voice:

Kill them!

With this voice, Mo Cong's hand reached down and grasped the handle of the Mawang Knife, and a dragon-like unsheathed sound sounded on the battlefield. (To be continued......)