A thousand iron floating guards rested in place.

Han Jiulang and Bai Jian raised their torches, and a group of people sat around and roasted dried meat and dry food.

Xin Zhuo took out the topographic map again, and he found that he had a very good ability to predict danger, which seemed to be an instinct that had existed since the beginning of Fulong Mountain.

He felt that there seemed to be a strange danger or trap waiting for him to jump around, and his right eyelid was inexplicably throbbing.

Fingers slid along the topographic map a little bit, pointed to one place, and suddenly got up and said: "Send someone to inform the Western Qin soldiers who came to greet them, there is no need to go to Baiwu Mountain, separate a part of them to sneak into the banks of Baigou Stream, and the rest swagger along the road to pick me up, and then follow the route we came from." Send someone to inform Xingling Mansion again, no matter whether I am dead or alive, I am not allowed to come to the rescue! ”

Brother Sheng Ling, the only soldier who knew the soldiers, looked at the map with a confused face: "Baigou Stream used to be Xingling Prefecture, there can be no ambush there, what are you going to do there?" We might as well go north directly from the White Fog Mountain, join the welcoming army, and go directly to the Xingling Prefecture Mansion! ”

"I suspect that the soldiers of the Western Regions will not let me go easily!"

Xin Zhuo looked into the distance, and suddenly the boy shrank back, only to see birds and smoke rising into the sky in the distance, he didn't know whether it was friend or foe, and immediately said: "Get on the horse, go!"

Before a group of people could eat, they immediately took the Iron Floating Guard and went straight to the White Fog Mountain.

This side has just moved, and there are already twenty or thirty thousand strange armor soldiers from the Western Regions on the left and right, spears and white knives like forests, strange screams, and soaring into the sky.

I finally saw the soldiers of the Western Regions with my own eyes, the horses are iron-blooded war horses, and the soldiers are tall soldiers, with big noses and blue eyes, which are quite bluffing when they look at them.

Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, and Murong Xiu, who had never experienced war, turned white with fright, and slapped their horsewhips desperately.

"Run, Run, Run, ......"

A thousand iron floating guards ran wildly, and tens of thousands of soldiers from the Western Regions screamed and chased after them, and the arrows were scattered like raindrops.

Fortunately, Tiefuwei has been on the battlefield for a long time and is well-trained, and he reflexively shoots back while running.

You come and go, killing and retreating.

Dozens of miles of road, in a blink of an eye, in front of the White Fog Mountain, around the White Fog Mountain and then fifteen miles is the White Ditch Stream, after the White Ditch Stream is controlled in the hands of the Western Qin soldiers, where hundreds of thousands of troops are located.

Xin Zhuo and his party had just climbed the hill, and their hearts sank instantly.

I saw a phalanx of twenty or thirty thousand elite cavalry from the Western Regions lined up neatly, led by more than a dozen young men and women in golden helmets and iron armor, just waiting for a long time.

"No way!"

In the middle, a heroic female general of the Western Regions stepped forward with a spear and laughed.

"What to do? What to do? Bai Jian looked back and forth, and jumped straight to his feet, "Fifty or sixty thousand people before and after, we are one thousand!" ”

"One thousand against fifty thousand, the advantage is mine!"

Huang Dagui raised the Pu knife reluctantly, "Kill!" ”

"No! The king of the county is the courage of the Western Qin soldiers, once there is a loss, hundreds of thousands of Western Qin soldiers will be finished! ”

Sheng Ling's brother grabbed Xin Zhuo's arm, "The king of the county must not be reckless, let's go to the White Fog Mountain and hide, the third master knows that he will definitely send soldiers to rescue!" ”

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, his mood was very calm, and he tightened his war horse and rushed to the mountain first: "Then go up the mountain!"

A thousand iron floating guards turned around and rushed straight to the top of the White Fog Mountain.

"Gollum!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Western Regions in front of them marched neatly.

"Gollum!"

Tens of thousands of pursuers from the Western Regions have also pressed towards the foot of the mountain.

The sound of tens of thousands of people's horns shaking the sky made people's scalps tingle.

Xin Zhuo and his entourage had already followed the winding mountain road to the halfway point of the mountain, and when they turned their heads and looked down condescendingly, they could clearly experience the black pressure scene of tens of thousands of troops pressing the realm, and the cold sense of shock.

"What the hell does Gollum mean?"

Murong Xiu approached Brother Sheng Ling and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing specific!"

Brother Sheng Ling glanced at Xin Zhuo with a worried face, "It is a dialect of the Western Regions, also called Gelu or Gollum, which is similar to the meaning of long live and invincible!" It's a bit like the might of the Western Qin soldiers! ”

"That's the number! Pretending to be forced! Huang Dagui concluded.

As he spoke, he had reached the top of the mountain, Xin Zhuo glanced around, a little disappointed, it looked very big from the map, similar to Fulong Mountain, but when he ran up, he found that it was a small mountain bag, and the loss was only a thousand people, and if he changed one or two thousand people, he might not be able to squeeze it.

After pondering for a while, he sat down on his plate for a long time, motioned for the sweet potato to open the roasted dry food, and continued to eat.

As a result, a group of people were troubled and speechless, and he was the only one who ate sweet.

Xin Zhuo ate three pieces of jerky and looked at everyone curiously: "Not hungry?"

Brother Sheng Ling smiled bitterly: "The last general can't eat, the fifty or sixty thousand elite enemy troops under the mountain seem to be from the king of Benjun, and when they will attack, how long can we hold on?"

"Who said we had to hold on?" Xin Zhuo smiled, "I'm going to do it later, rush out!" ”

A group of people looked at each other, and their faces turned a little whiter.

Ying Jianying seemed to know the soldiers, and hugged her fists and said: "The slave doesn't know what the county king means, if you want to rush out to fight, why didn't you rush down the mountain just now, but you have to go up the mountain and rush again?" The enemy is ready, isn't it self-defeating to rush down? ”

This is also what everyone meant, and the idea of the king of the county is really fanciful and incomprehensible.

Xin Zhuo pointed to the soldiers of the Western Regions who were getting closer and closer to the bottom of the mountain: "Chong just now, and now Chong is the same ending, not to mention that the Western Qin soldiers who greeted me have not yet arrived, so naturally I have to go up the mountain to rest."

And these people under the mountain are indeed rushing to me, whether there are other Western Regions soldiers in the distance is not known, if I stick here, the Western Qin soldiers and horses of Xingling Mansion will come to the rescue, and the main force of the Western Regions soldiers will find out, and they will definitely make corresponding arrangements.

At that time, if the Western Qin soldiers can't let go because we are trapped, the Western Regions soldiers will make plans to besiege the city and send reinforcements, no! We're going to make the worst guess! They're besieging the city!

Here, it is very likely that this place will eventually develop into a decisive battle between the Western Qin soldiers and the Western Regions soldiers, and the decisive battle between hundreds of thousands of Western Qin soldiers and hundreds of thousands of millions of Western Regions soldiers, how sure do you think? The First World War is over, and it's time for us to hang up!

Of course, I don't know about soldiers, but I want to think the worst! ”

"And then?" Brother Sheng Ling raised a little eyebrow when he heard this, with his understanding of the soldiers of the Western Regions, what the county king said was extremely reasonable, and it was likely that this worst situation would occur.

"Except for those who greeted me, none of the remaining Western Qin soldiers can move, just let them restrain the main force of the Western Regions soldiers in Xingling Mansion......"

Xin Zhuo got up and pointed downward: "I'll use myself as bait to see if I can kill this group of barbarians from the Western Regions!"

“？”

Brother Sheng Ling looked confused: "What do you do?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at the sun: "Is it fifteen thousand elites who came to pick me up?"

"Yes!"

Brother Sheng Ling nodded: "According to the order of the county king, five thousand will be divided to ambush in Baigou Stream, and the remaining ten thousand will go straight to the east and bypass the road we came!"

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Is it possible for a thousand Iron Floating Guards to defeat ten with one?"

Brother Sheng Ling hesitated for a moment: "That's right!"

"I've seen it, the other party doesn't have a Venerable Realm master!"

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist: "I have more than a dozen people under me, and it can be worth 10,000, three, four, five against fifty or sixty thousand, the advantage is mine!" Rush out and counter-encircle a wave! Everybody's in the armor! ”