Sometime in the wee hours of the morning...... It was not a specific moment, but the horse thieves who followed the grain team of a dozen or so finally launched an attack, and the first to burst through the darkness before dawn was not the sound of a trumpet, but the sharp and terrible sound of arrows.

Hundreds of feathered arrows arced from above the meadow, tearing through the cold air and the remaining sleepiness of the camp, whistling and piercing.

Although the men of the grain team had been mentally and materially prepared for the attack, they were still in confusion, and in the rain of arrows, the people shouted loudly in terror, hid in panic, and desperately drilled into the vans around the convoy.

The sharp and cold arrows pierced the sturdy compartment and could no longer go deeper, but there were still some feathered arrows that easily penetrated the torsos and limbs of the Minda and the soldiers, bursting out one after another with blood and setting off a terrible howl of pain, and in an instant, it caused great damage.

The southernmost Yan cavalry in the low-lying area was not in the camp, they were attacked by arrows almost at the same time, but because of Ning Que's advice last night, their reaction was relatively faster, and they picked up simple round shields in front of them, or lay down behind the lowland stones, nervously watching the arrows flying overhead.

Yan Qi's horses neighed and ran around in the low-lying ground, and several horses couldn't bear the arrow wounds on their bodies and fell heavily to the ground, Ning Que ordered all Yan Qi to ignore the rain of arrows that had thinned out, and retract their mounts as quickly as possible.

"Get on your horse and get ready to sprint!"

Ning Que turned over and jumped onto the big black horse, looking up at the edge of the grass in the northeast.

He was familiar with the combat methods of horse thieves, these rogues who had no logistical supplies, and did not have the habit of carrying a large number of arrows with them, even after the long-planned pursuit, the horse thieves still had no way to attack from a distance alone, so they brought a fatal blow to the grain team, and finally the horse thieves still needed to rush the camp.

The edge of the northeastern road seemed to suddenly grow a black forest, and hundreds of horseback thieves dressed in leather armor wrapped in thick cloth appeared there, and the scimitar in his hand looked extremely cold under the reflection of the first morning light on the horizon, so cold that everyone's breathing in the low-lying ground became much heavier.

The meadow was slowly placed above, and the first méng and horse thief slowly raised the knife in his hand and gave the order to attack.

Ning Que noticed that the leader of the horse thieves was not holding a scimitar, but a straight knife.

Hundreds of horseback thieves galloped down the meadow along the extension line pointed by the straight knife. At first, there was a chaotic and slow sound of hooves, but as the speed increased, it began to become denser and more neat, and more than a thousand strong and powerful horses' hooves trampled heavily on the surface of the slightly hard meadow, causing the whole earth to shake.

The wasteland in the early morning seems to be a drum without bounds, and the sound of the horse's hooves is like a heavy mallet that falls heavily on the drum surface, and every time it falls, the earth will shake for a minute, and the drum will sound like thunder, and the hooves will sound like thunder.

Zhou Zhou experienced a baptism of arrows in the camp, Zhou calmed down a little from the chaos, those soldiers and people who were guarding the back of the car formation with blades and even wooden sticks, felt the earth shaking under their feet, listened to the deafening thunderous hooves, and looked at the group of horse thieves flooded from above the meadow like a black pressure flood, and couldn't help but feel despair.

At this moment, more than a dozen disciples of the Great River Country Ink Pond Yuan clenched the black wooden handle of the waist ether, drew out the slender Xiu Sword, stood up, and shouted loudly as the soldiers and people beside them raised their weapons and walked behind the carriage board.

These disciples of the Ink Pond Court are just teenage boys and girls, who have received the edict of the temple and come to the wasteland for trial by the order of the master, they have never seen such a dangerous and bloody battlefield before, but the people of the Great River Country, who are deeply affected by the temperament of the Tang Dynasty, are also stoic and do not know what to fear.

Looking at the group of horse thieves who were getting closer and closer, looking at the hideous faces of those horse thieves, looking at the Xueliang scimitar wielding in the hands of the horse thieves, and listening to the arrogant whistles of the horse thieves, there was no trace of nervousness on the young and childish faces of the disciples of Mochi Yuan, let alone despair, because the calm and calmness were more resolute.

The calm and perseverance of the girls of the Great River Country infected the Yan soldiers and the Minda in the camp, and they subconsciously raised the crude wooden spears in their hands, although the hands holding the spears were still uncontrollable, but at least they finally had the courage to face the bleak situation and those murderous enemies.

The sound of hooves was getting louder and louder, the horse thief was getting closer and closer, the smoke and dust were getting thicker and thicker on the slopes of the dawn meadow, the air was getting colder and colder, the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and everyone in the camp had panic in their eyes, with the last glimmer of hope for luck, and their breathing became more and more rapid, waiting for the moment when the horse thief rushed to the front of the car.

Ning Que was also waiting, but the time he waited was relatively shorter.

He glanced at the more than 100 horse thieves who faintly appeared on the northwest meadow, these horse thieves sneaked in at some time last night, and appeared above the meadow at this time, but did not charge at the Yan horses, obviously the intention was to take advantage of the situation to suppress this group of horse thieves, so as to ensure that the nearly five hundred horse thieves over there could gather all their strength and successfully charge the camp at one time.

Ning Que would not fight with these more than 100 horse thieves, he turned his head to see that the smoke and dust between the gentle slopes of the meadow in the north were getting bigger and bigger, and seeing that the hundreds of horse thieves were about to rush down the gentle slope and enter the low-lying area, he pressed the hat on his head down, pulled out the Pu knife from behind his back, and signaled the two hundred Yan cavalry who followed him to prepare to charge.

"Don't ask how to rush, follow my horse to rush. ”

He looked at the Yan Qi beside him who were nervous, did not do any pre-war mobilization, and directly said the above sentence, and then flipped his wrist, and pointed directly at the meadow on his right hand.

The big black horse roared twice, kicked his hooves and feet, and rushed out like an arrow off the string!

The five hundred horseback thieves, who were like a tide, accelerated by the gentle slope of the meadow, and had already rushed down the meadow in a breath to the low-lying area between the two meadows.

This low-lying area is covered with black soil and coarse gravel, it looks quite solid, about dozens of zhang wide, the grain team camp is stationed in the center, with the current speed of the horse thieves, from stepping on the low-lying ground to rushing to the camp, it does not take much time, and what is even more terrifying is that if there is no tripping horse rope and trapping and other things to slow down the speed of the horse thieves, hundreds of horse thieves can easily break down the grain team camp with speed.

There were no stumbling ropes, no pits, no obstacles on the flat, solid, low-lying ground, the soldiers and civilians behind the convoy, looking at the faces of the horse thieves who were extremely clear, their bodies were cold, and the hand holding the spear tightly was even more powerful than before, if it was not for the fact that surrender was death, it was also death to flee backwards, but I was afraid that at this time, it only took someone to shout, and everyone would throw away their weapons and scatter in all directions.

There is a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and us, the camp of the grain team is under the meadow, the geographical advantage is completely lost, and there is no preparation, how can it be possible to stop these wolf-like horse thieves? It seems that there is no way to save the fate of this grain team, although the two hundred Yan cavalry not far from the south have already begun to ride their horses and gallop towards this side, but when they rush over, the horse thieves have already rushed into the camp and begun to massacre.

What's more, the 200 Yan cavalry did not choose the nearest straight line to help, but ran towards the gentle slope of the meadow to the east in an extremely strange way, what did they want to do? The cavalry went up the gentle slope at a slower speed, and it consumed a lot of horsepower, did they want to become the target of the horse thieves' feather arrows, or ...... They want to run away?

Thinking of Ning Que's insistence on not setting up tripping ropes and traps last night, and seeing the two hundred Yan horses running towards the east at this time, a very bad association flashed in Zhihua's heart, she didn't want to admit that the senior brother of the academy was such a villain, but in addition to being greedy for life and afraid of death, what else could explain his actions?

There was no time for the girls of Zhihua and the Great River Country to be sad and angry, they could only use their spare eyes to glance at the Yan Qi and the big black horse in front of the Yan Qi that seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and they had to retract their spirits in front of them.

The horse thieves in front of him rushed like black clouds, and thousands of hooves kicked up thousands of black gravel and dust.

There was a heavy thud.

A horse thief who rushed to the front, suddenly, for some unknown reason, fell heavily on the hard black gravel ground, splashing a cloud of smoke, and the war horse could no longer stand up after howling twice, and its front hooves seemed to be broken.

Immediately after that, one heavy and muffled sound after another, and the dozens of horses at the front of the frantically charging horse thief group fell to the ground one after another like the horse thief at the front, and there was chaos between the valleys!

Holding Xiujian tightly, he didn't know what was going on, and there was a look of doubt and confusion in his eyes, and then, the doubt in his eyes turned into ecstasy, and more and more horse thieves fell to the seemingly hard black gravel.

The group of horse thieves rushed down the gentle slope of the meadow, and by the time they reached the low-lying area between the meadows, their speed had been increased to their maximum, which was undoubtedly the most perfect for a normal charge, but the problem was that this was not a normal charge, because the low-lying ground was not normal ground.

In the barren and cold wilderness, the low-lying land sandwiched between two oblique meadows is rare, and this place was originally a very ancient river channel, I don't know that it has dried up and disappeared thousands of years ago, only the remains of the river chuáng remain, with the invasion and accumulation of wind and sand, gradually no longer see the appearance of the river, the two banks have turned into a spring green and winter frosty white meadow, and the river chuáng has also become a seemingly solid black gravel land.

Even these horse thieves who roamed the wasteland didn't know that this low-lying land was an ancient river channel, and Ning Que didn't know either, but when he came here with a grain team last night and set up camp, he found the problem of this low-lying land, and under the thin layer of mud and sand, all of them were still smooth round pebbles.

The middle of the ancient river channel is deeper, and the soil accumulated for tens of millions of years is also the thickest, and then covered with the corpse of vegetation and grass, there are not many problems in the process, but against the ancient river bank, that is, the edge of the two meadows today, it is only covered with a very shallow layer of black soil and gravel, if the force is slightly larger, or even only needs to be blown by the wind, it is possible to touch or see the round pebbles below, as well as those irregular natural pits.

This is not a trap, it is not a trap laid by Haotian for these horse thieves, because if the speed is not too fast, even the heaviest Nanshan ear, carrying two people will not fall into the mud and gravel accumulated over the years, but the horse thief rushes down with the gentle slope of the meadow, the speed increases too fast, and the relative impact force between the horse's hooves and the ground is too great.

So the edge of the low-lying land under the gentle slope of the meadow became a trap laid by Haotian for the horse thief.

Swiftly swept away, almost bringing out the afterimage of the horse's hooves, stepped heavily on the low-lying ground, the strong and powerful horse's hooves sank deep into the mud, Yu was about to get up, but he slipped away, because the speed was too fast, the war horse itself could not maintain its balance at all, and fell heavily with the horse thief on its body.

There are horses' hooves kicking off the black gravel, but it happens to get stuck between the cobblestones under the ground, under such a high speed, the war horse can't stop rushing down, the heavy horse body crosses the past, click, the horse's hooves are broken miserably, Lu bleeding sè's muscle keys and white sè's periosteum, it looks miserable.

The dozens of horse-eared thieves who rushed to the front fell, and the large army of horse thieves behind had already sensed the problem, but because of that, the damn reason was that the speed was too fast to pull the reins to stop the charge, and one horse after another rushed into the edge of the low-lying land...... And then he kept falling to the ground...... From time to time there was a heavy muffled sound.

If the hundreds of horseback thieves who rushed down from the gentle slope of the meadow were like black tides, then the seemingly ordinary black gravel ground outside the grain team camp was like the famous breakwater on the coast of the Song Kingdom of Xiling Shenguo, and countless invisible circular stone pillars appeared, which were hard and ruthless to smash all these tides.

The tide swells one by one, and then breaks into foam one by one, and the first wave follows the second wave...... Wave after wave...... Wave after wave, wave after wave.

The picture between the valleys is extremely bloody and cruel.

Countless horses tumbled to the ground, countless horse thieves were thrown and crushed by the heavy body of the horse, and they pushed the body of the horse in frenzy in fright, but in vain. The lucky horses and thieves fainted or died, while the unfortunate horses and thieves were screaming in pain, especially the horse thieves at the back who charged at high speed but fell miserably, and were squeezed together densely, and the blood oozed out like a pulp, smeared on the ground in the morning light.

The fighting power of the horse thieves is much stronger than that of the grain team camp, although there were at least a hundred horse thieves who suffered heavy casualties in the previous charge, as long as they are given time to re-entrench the queue, even if they abandon their horses and charge on foot, it will bring great pressure and danger to the camp. If the current hundreds of people in the camp of the grain team are elite soldiers of the Tang Army who can fight well, even ordinary soldiers, at this time they rush out of the car formation with weapons and come to a close-range counterattack, and they can kill a horse thief with a random stab, maybe the horse thief's first charge may be repulsed.

It's a pity that the vast majority of the people in the camp are people, under the protection of the wooden compartment board and big shield of the car array, they may have the courage to defend with wooden sticks and spears, but they do not have the courage to rush out of the camp to kill the enemy, and more importantly, the more than 300 horse thieves behind finally narrowly avoided the natural trap in the low-lying land, and at this time they were vigilantly observing the movement of the camp with bows and arrows in hand.

Therefore, whether or not the first attack of the horse thieves could be repelled, all hope must be pinned on the two hundred swallow horsemen in the south. At this time, the people in the camp had already understood that the two hundred Yanqi abandoned the bottom of the valley and chose to climb the meadow, not to escape, but to avoid the traps that Haotian hid in the ancient river channel.

The two hundred swallow horses started early, but because they rushed up to the meadow in reverse, the horsepower consumption was extremely high, so the speed was not fast, especially compared to the big black horse at the front that looked like black sè lightning.

As soon as the Yan cavalry moved, the more than 100 horse thieves who were monitoring and suppressing the Yan Cavalry on the left-hand meadow immediately moved, and these horse thieves rushed down the meadow as fast as they could, wanting to make a circle from the oblique thorn and intercept the Yan Cavalry from the side, but they did not expect that these Yan Cavalry did not go along the center of the Qin Valley, but drove towards the meadow.

Seeing that they could not catch up with the Yan cavalry, the more than 100 horsetails waved their whips, and the whistle quickened their speed, and the sound of hooves chased down the meadow like thunder, so they also suffered the same miserable experience as their charging companions in the north.

The cold wasteland winter wind hit his face, and the car made his cheeks become a little hot, Ning Que listened to the miserable cries from behind, knowing that those horse thieves could no longer catch up with Bai Si, and began to think about some strange questions after a little calm.

A cold wind can blow the face hot, is it because the wind is too strong and the friction is hot? But if this is the reason, how thick and hard should the white face be?

There is calm in every major event, which is to describe the excellent temperament of some human beings, but temperament has always been cultivated. Ning Que has been seen in life and death since he was a child, and he has experienced a lot of hardships, whenever he encounters a major event involving life and death, he will get used to xing thinking about something that he has and does not have, and then returns his mood to the ultimate calm.

It was as calm as his hands holding the boxwood hardwood bow at this time, even if they were blown by the wind, they did not tremble for a moment.

Pedaling.

Straight.

Pull the bow.

Misfingered.

Twist the rope.

Put.

The arrow leaves the bowstring, like a white leaf dripping from the surface of the water, slowly, and then slightly deformed, the center of the arrow body bulges outward, with rotation, the bulge draws an arc in the air, the arrow is swaying, the feather tail is swaying, along a complex curve, but finally becomes a straight line, tearing through the air and flying into the distance.

The arrow touched the rough skin that had been tormented into a swarthy sè by the scorching sun and wild wind, as if tearing through the air, easily tearing the skin like paper, tearing apart the strands of flesh and blood, bringing out the monkey's blood and bones like slag, until it was deeply pierced deep into the throat bone, and it no longer swayed, and the tail feathers still swayed, but the speed became faster, and it trembled lightly and hummed.

Three horse thieves were shot by arrows in their throats, and a blood flower burst out, and without shouting, they fell off their horses.

The hat was tied extremely tightly by the rope, and no matter how strong the winter wind on the wasteland was, it didn't blow down, and Ning Quelu didn't have a trace of affection in his eyes outside the mask, just stared intently at the group of horse thieves who were getting closer and closer.

Nearly 200 horse thieves were trapped among the cobblestones on the edge of the low-lying area, and the wolves were unbearable, and the 300 horse thieves dragged behind them, forcibly recovering the territory, but the formation was extremely chaotic, especially the side defenses were even weaker. If a large knife is forced to cut down from the side of the horse thieves at this time, it is believed that the horse thieves will definitely be defeated.

He led two hundred swallow horsemen to rush from the meadow, just to make such a big knife. @。