The night was like water, and the dark canopy outlined the speckled fires of the huge tribal camp.

In the central royal tent of the Sulu tribe, the fire flickered, and the ghost sat on a large chair covered with animal skins, and slowly ate the minced meat soup under the service of the maid.

He covered his forehead, the pain left behind by old age made him unable to sleep, and from time to time there were slight footsteps and low voices outside.

It makes the nerves of the ghost tighter.

The ambush had already been set up in the camp, and according to his understanding of the army of the Yan Kingdom, attacking the camp at night was the most effective and fastest way to take down the Yu tribe.

After all, all the previous battles of the other party were enough to support his guess.

But there were also some things that made him feel a little anxious, and as a khan who ruled the western steppes and several countries in the Western Regions, such uneasiness could not be expressed in any way in front of his subordinates.

He couldn't guess when and which direction the opponent would attack.

The Devil was silent in his chair for a while, the headache still not subsided, and he lifted the blanket from his body and walked out of the tent.

Outside, in the campfire, there are tents, and the tribesmen under their knees are hiding inside with steel knives in their hands, waiting for the moment when the other party attacks the camp.

With a slight hand, the Devil raised his hand and beckoned the scout who was not far away.

"They're already on their way, be careful."

As he spoke, a group of patrolling tribesmen suddenly let out an exclamation, the ghost frowned slightly, scolded the scouts around him, and the guards hurriedly shut up the yelling patrol soldiers.

The former guard soon returned, and his face was not very good, and he saw that he was leading a horse, and on the back of the horse sat a man, to be precise, a headless cavalryman.

When he got closer, he saw the head of the cavalryman hanging from the neck of the horse, and the blood-stained letter in his mouth.

"Khan, this is the scout placed outside...... I have a bad premonition. A tribal householder who heard the commotion picked up the letter.

The ghost told him to open the letter, with no words on it, only a scribbled painting of an eagle being killed by a sharp arrow.

In the dark night, a faint wolf howl sounded in the distance.

"Keep all the soldiers in ambush on the lookout for attacking the camp." The ghost's face was as usual, and he gave an order to the guards beside him, then turned around and walked back: "....... No one can rest, and they will definitely come tonight. ”

The ghost pinched the scribbled drawing, returned to the king's tent and sat down, looking at the eagle killed by the sharp arrow on the paper, his face was silent, but for some reason he felt a sense of panic and breathlessness.

He looked at the picture for a while, his eyes closed slightly, and when sleepiness gradually hit, the sound of horns suddenly sounded outside, and the roaring sound of horses' hooves exploded directly in the night, rumbling from a distance.

The ghost suddenly woke up from his sleep, stood up suddenly, and then staggered to let the maid help him to the tent, and at this time the whole camp also exploded, and heard the sound of trumpets and horses' hooves in the distance, and the soldiers of the scarlet department quickly got out of the tent, took their weapons, and held their breath and clenched the knife soldiers, or held the handle of the knife cart.

However, the roar of the horse's hooves spread outside, and it faded away......

A group of soldiers in the Sulu tribe looked at each other, showing a blank look, and their own cavalry rushed in outside, waving their arms, and then came to the king's tent, jumped off their horses, and walked quickly to the ghost of Suba: "Khan, a group of Yan cavalry came, and then they ran away." ”

"It may be a temptation, the enemy is cunning!" The ghost frowned, and fell into silent thought, "Tell the cavalry lurking outside not to act rashly. ”

After sending away the Lingqi, the ghost returned to the king's tent, and was just startled, and his headache became much more serious, he sat on the chair and waited for a while, and asked the maid the time, and his brows furrowed even more.

"The time has passed...... Why hasn't the Yan army moved yet. ”

Outside, the night was quiet, only the sound of the wind whining through the tent, and the soldiers who had set up ambushes between the tents squatted nervously in the tents, listening to the movement outside.

The sound of the wind also stopped at this moment, and the silence was terrifying.

Another half an hour passed, and the head of the ghost was swollen and painful, and he had been figuring out the intentions of the Xia King of the Yan Kingdom, but he just couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do and when he would kill him.

"Go find the chief guard and ......"

As soon as the ghost opened his mouth to speak, the night outside sounded again with a desolate bull's horn, and along with the horn, countless shouts of people gathered from afar.

"It's coming!"

Unlike before, when there was only the sound of horses' hooves, there were more shouts from many people, and the ghost was startled again, and hurriedly asked people to inform the people under his command in the tent to wait.

The next moment, the earth shook, and the sound of horses' hooves outside came suddenly, and a large number of soldiers in the camp of the Sulu tribe finally couldn't hold their breath and drilled out one after another.

Thundered!

The sound of the cavalry trampling the earth lasted only a moment, and then faded away, disappearing into the night, which made the ghost crumple the scribbled painting in his hand and throw it to the ground: "What the hell are they going to do?!" ”

“.…… Khan, it is better to let the cavalry outside set up an ambush, they will come again, and we will kill them. ”、

Hearing the proposal of a major general, the ghost shook his head, his face gloomy and terrifying, "They may just want to make you lose your breath and kill you!" That's really the trick of the people of Zhongyan! ”

"They must know that there is an ambush in the tribe, and they have prepared things to restrain the cavalry, so they don't dare to attack the camp easily, and they want to lure you out in this way!"

Thoughts drifted to this direction, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

"Order, let all those who set up an ambush in the tent not remove their armor and not put their weapons, and wait while sleeping, and not come out easily when they hear the wind and grass."

"Khan is wise!" Several of them all praised it.

The order was passed on, and the ambush soldiers in the tribe had to obey the Khan's orders, returned to the tent and slept with their clothes closed, and soon snoring.

And he dismissed the people, returned to the king's tent, sat down on his chair, and asked the maid to cover him with a blanket, and sat with his forehead propped up for a while, and in a short time the sound of horses' hooves and trumpets came again, and spread outside the tribe, and hurried away.

The old man had a disdainful sneer on his face.

Sure enough, it coincided with what he imagined, and the people of Yan were leading his soldiers out to fight in the field, or to test whether there was an ambush in the real world.

He sat back in his chair for a few moments, and then his sleepiness came back again.

As the night deepened, time passed, and the camp became quieter, and the wind blew the bonfires and floated sparks in the air.

The cavalry of the Silky Division, which lurked a few miles away behind a few grassy knolls, also fell asleep and waited, lying on or lying on the grass one after another, and the occasional sound of horses' hooves in the distance could no longer alarm them.

In the dark color, Huo Quzhi stroked the mane of the jujube red horse, looked at the monotonous sound of the horse's hooves in front of him and ran back, Huo Quzhi rubbed the neck of the war horse, then straightened up, licked his fingers, and raised it above his head.

"The wind is fine."

He whispered, turned his head, looked at Zhao Yun who was holding the reins on the side and was eager to try, and the corners of his mouth outlined a sneer: "Zilong, you say, that old man called the ghost of the scarf, will you think that we are afraid of him?" ”

Zhao Yun wrapped the gentian spear with the palm of his hand with a strip of cloth, and with his teeth, the silver spear was firmly fixed in his hand.

When he heard Huo Quzhi's words, he didn't answer, and the corners of his mouth also outlined a sneer.

……

Directly north, a sword slashed the captured scout, Su Chen dragged the Xia Wang sword onto the chariot, the blood-stained sword body was on the wooden board, and he rubbed the sword head inlaid with turquoise.

looked at the scouts who came galloping on horseback, and listened to the news from Li Jing from the other party's mouth.

The Xia King of the Yan Kingdom, who had experienced dozens of battles large and small, slowly raised his hand, his eyes with indifferent killing intent in the dark,

"Pass the order to General Li, and you can start." Su Chen paused on the chariot with the Xia Wang Sword, "Whoever gets the head of the ghost will be crowned the marquis!" ”

"Yes."

Lingqi got on his horse again, and quickly disappeared into the cold wind howling night, and after passing the royal order to the east, more Lingqi ran in the darkness and went in other directions.

Soon, one by one, the figures were lying on the grass, Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong raised their arms, and the figures lurking behind them slowly got up and moved towards the huge tribe in the distance, and the longbow turned out the arrows wrapped in fire oil.

In the northwest, Li Xuanba rode a horse while flipping through the book, and the two thousand soldiers behind him began to change formations in his gestures, forming an arrow with him as the center.

To the north, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, under the orders of Li Jing's generals, led the soldiers and horses to walk around the field.

And in the east direction, Huo Qubing and Zhao Yun raised their weapons, and the resting cavalry behind them silently mounted their horses to line up and check their equipment.

The dense hooves of horses trampled and ran, and the iron hooves instantly turned into thunder in the darkness.

Thundered!

The first thing to be heard was the sound of the huge iron hooves plowing the ground, and the scouts who were shaking and lurking in the spur tribe rested their horses, and when the sound of hooves came, they only raised their heads, probably thinking that they were still the same as the previous two times, and ran over without firing a single arrow, and hurried away.

However, by the time they realized that something was wrong, the mighty cavalry had already spread over.

Several scouts who were lurking hurriedly climbed out of the horse's belly, saw the scene in the darkness ahead, their scalps were numb, and they quickly turned over and got on their horses, and as soon as they sat on the horse's back, they were shot by flying feathered arrows and fell to their deaths.

Huo Quai, lowered the longbow in his hand, and his voice was heroic and arrogant: "Speed up, follow me over and tell the barbarians to get up!" ”

The cavalry group behind him was the sound of a dense bow pull.

The sound of horses' hooves swept through the eastern field of the tribe, and the soldiers in the tribe were lying in the tent with their knives in their hands, but they did not come out, they felt the tremor from the ground, they only opened their eyes, some people sat up, prick up their ears vigilantly, and some yawned, turned over and continued to sleep.

When he was older, he just opened his eyes and continued to fall asleep with his forehead propped up with a disdainful smile.

Among the 20,000 cavalry of the tribe lurking in the south of the tribe, the soldiers guarding the movement stood on the grassy knoll, watching the sound of hooves in the darkness, gradually the fire lit up, and suddenly shouted.

"The army of the Yan Kingdom is here!"

Among the tribes, the patrolling soldiers gathered at the edge, and in their sight, a black 'long line' spread with dense firelight.

"Yan people are here!"

"Quick...... The people of Yan are really here this time! ”

A patrol of ten people, in the huge tribal camp, the voice seemed small, they carried weapons and galloped, and from time to time they turned back, and the overwhelming flames in their eyes rose and fell, forming a sea of fire and rising into the sky.

Paddle through a long trail and pour down!

Whoosh –

Whoosh –

The dense arrows dragged the flames on the arrows, raining down on the tents on the east side of the tribe, and the tents of the felt were instantly pierced by the arrows, nailed to the soldiers who were sleeping or waiting for an ambush, and the flames touched the flammable fur, and immediately burned.

The flames licked the flammable felt, and the cold wind brought a huge fire, and many of the soldiers who were hiding in the tents rushed out of the burning tents with fire, rolling wildly on the ground, and screaming bitterly.

The households and all the people in the vicinity watched the scene of the rain of fire falling, and the red light illuminated the scene of burning everywhere, and they drew their swords and shouted: "Don't panic, gather in an open place, and form a formation!" ”

In the midst of shouting and running, the tribal camp in the east was almost in flames, and the wooden sticks that set up the tents collapsed in the burning, and even a person with the identity of most of the capitals rushed out in flames, crashing into the chaotic crowd, causing even greater chaos, and the soldiers who had not yet had time to run out were buried by the burned tents, and the flames continued to spread rapidly.

"Tell the Khan!" One of the generals called the commander, and his face had blackened marks, and sent the herald away, and the ground under his feet continued to tremble, more and more frequently.

In his sight, the cavalry of the Yan people roared like the tide of the sea, bypassing the burning felt tents, stepping on the aisle between the tents, and dispersing the soldiers of the Yu tribe who were in a hurry.

The next moment, a figure on a white horse rushed into his field of vision with a spear raised.

The firelight reflected the white robe and white armor, and he rode his horse and galloped, and with a sharp spear, he slapped the soldiers of the Gang who were in the way, and rushed towards him, and the sharp spear was directly enlarged under his eyes.

Burst!

The head of the gun was inserted into the door of the face of the general, and minced meat poked out of the back of his head!

Zhao Yun rode his horse and galloped wildly, holding the gentian bright silver spear and pushing the corpse forward fiercely, his face stained with blood, his arms flicked violently, and the corpse was picked up and smashed into the panicked soldiers who rushed over, the reins were strained, the war horse neighed, the person stood up, the white cloak unfolded, and the voice roared: "Kill-"

The nine thousand feather forest horsemen spread like a tide to the eastern camp of the Sui Yu tribe, knocking over and trampling the soldiers here like chopping waves and thorns, stabbing knives and spears, and one after another the soldiers and herdsmen of the panic Yu tribe, and even many women and children, all fell under the iron hooves that crushed them.

The sneaking soldiers and horses in the north, northwest, and northeast, at the moment when the cavalry killed the east of the Yu tribe, countless people no longer had to hide, and the moment they raised their swords and spears, the ferocious aura spread to them, and they ran wildly.

"Kill!" Qin Qiong rode parallel to this long lance's Wei Chigong and charged ahead.

"Kill!" The same voice also shouted out from the mouths of Ge Shuhan and Zhang Yi in the north.

In the crowd running wildly, Li Xuanba put on the military book and brandished a double hammer: "Kill!" ”

The roars of the numbers resounded in the night in three directions, and tens of thousands of people swept wildly towards the camp ahead, and the ground trembled under the feet of countless mad runners.

(End of chapter)