As soon as Andrei dispatched his forces, they immediately retreated and fled, and as soon as they collected their troops and returned to the camp, they immediately turned back to harass again. Zuihou, these light cavalry actually beat the big drum, so that Andrei's army was not at peace. Murong Yu's tactics are the art of exhausting the army, he wants this group of soldiers to be frightened and panicked, and Zuihou will defeat them in one fell swoop.

Time passed quickly, two days had passed since this tactic, Andrei's light cavalry had been annihilated in one fell swoop, and he did not have the speed to pursue the Yulin Legion at all. At this time, he realized that Murong Yu was simply a demon from hell, something he couldn't defeat.

The next day, Andrei ordered the Tiger Army to fight, but by the time the Tiger Army broke out of the camp, the Yulin Army had long since disappeared. On the third day, he arranged for archers to besiege the Yulin army that came to harass them, but the Yulin army escaped through the gap. I don't want to think about it, there is a saint-level powerhouse in the sky, how can the army that came to harass fall into Andre's encirclement.

On the night of the fourth day, Murong Yu led a large army to storm Andrei's camp, first a powerful magic blow from the mage legion of the Blood Feather Guard, and then the heavy cavalry crossed the fence and rushed into Andrei's Chinese tent, until Zuihou Andre quietly retreated and disappeared.

The battle lasted until dawn, when the camp of Andrei's regiment was burned to the ground, and many of his men escaped in the dark. In the face of the strong attack of the Yulin Legion, the Tiger Ben Army and the Dragon Elephant Army led by Andre fought back, if it were not for the strong suppression of the Blood Feather Guard, the Yulin Legion would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Murong Yu waved his army north, sweeping the entire middle line of the Thirteen Ridges, and news came from the northern line of the Thirteen Ridges of Yunfeng. The first important town in the north was captured by the Holy Flame Lion Legion, and Yan Chuanyan suddenly fell into an ice cave. There is a feeling that the building will fall.

Yan Chuanyan got the news that the man in black failed to assassinate Jihua. Therefore he was cowered in the city of Bugas, and could not live or die. Murong Yu considered that the Yulin Legion belonged to heavy cavalry, which was indeed not suitable for attacking the city, and at the same time, he also wanted to minimize his losses, so he did not directly attack the city.

Murong Yu led the Yulin Army around Feitian Ridge and went straight to the next big city, Sherhewen. Sherkhvin is an ancient main city, and on the map of the Thirteen Ridges of Cloud Peak, Sherkhvin is right in the middle. Once this big city falls, the middle lane of the entire Cloud Peak Thirteen Ridges will completely collapse.

Murong Yu waved his army eastward. It only took eight days to see this majestic ancient city. Sherkhwen was lying on the field like a giant beast, and the tall boulder statue at the gate of the city was staring at Murong Yu with big eyes. Holding the giant sword and war knife in his hands with both hands, the two statues stood at the gate of the city like two giant gods.

Murong Yu looked at it with his eyes, and through the wide field, Sherkhvin's moat was like two silver-white ribbons, winding around the towering and straight city walls. Directly ahead, a magnificent megalithic statue stands behind the suspension bridge. Only through this drawbridge, made of iron chains, could the army storm the heart of Sherkhvin.

At noon, the June sun was scorching over the unsheltered city of the plains. On the southern wall, a few guards leaned crookedly. Thinking of such a hot weather, most of the soldiers went down to cool off. The shouts of the city vendors can be heard in the distance, and occasionally the shouts of the residents.

All over the field. Passers-by and farmers in the countryside seem to be busy. Pleasantly surprised, on both sides of the pipes. There were actually two rows of landscape trees. To be able to see such a delicacy in the land of the plains. It's also a good trip.

Sheng Yu Chengfeng, who was standing beside Murong Yu, asked, "It's lunch time, are we going to attack?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Murong Yu's mouth, he glanced at Sheng Yu Chengfeng, turned his head, looked at Sherkhwen who was lax in guards, and said coldly: "The soldiers are treacherous, they are unprepared, of course, they attack when the whole city is unprepared, once the news reaches the city, we will suffer heavy casualties." ”

"Yes, I'll go down and prepare immediately. Sheng Yu rode the wind and turned away.

"Sheng Yu Chaofeng, you immediately led the Blood Feather Guards, dressed as peddlers' pawns, and quietly approached the city gate through those two rows of woods. Murong Yu calmly pointed to the two rows of landscape trees and said.

Sheng Yu Chaofeng immediately received the order: "Yes." ”

Murong Yu turned to look at Sheng Yu Chaofeng and added, "Be careful, look at my order flag, immediately launch an attack, seize the city gate, and put down the drawbridge." ”

"Understood, we'll be careful. Sheng Yu bowed solemnly, nodded in response, and turned away.

Murong Yu seemed to be a little uneasy, his deep gaze swept to the Wind Chasing Sword Saint and asked, "Teacher, there are really only 200,000 troops in the city?"

"There is no doubt about this, we have already confirmed it twice, and there are no saint-level powerhouses. The Wind Chasing Sword Saint responded.

"Alright then, you will fly directly into the sky in a moment, shock the enemy, surrender and not kill. Murong Yu retracted his gaze and stared at Xie Hewen again with a serious expression.

He knew very well that the importance of the city could not be missed. Now that the Deceptive Saint Guard is hiding in the Flying Sky Ridge, once a large number of strong people appear here, Murong Yu is ready to expose the Deceptive Saint Guard, and he must immediately send a signal for support.

With the speed of the Heavenly Guardian, it will only be a few minutes from Feitian Ridge to here, and they now have five major saint levels, as long as there are not too many strong people, they should still be able to stand up.

In June, on a hot day, a group of old men, all shirtless, wearing shorts, sweating profusely, pushing more than a dozen truckloads of goods, rushed towards the south gate of the city of Sherkhvin.

Sheng Yu Chaofeng was lying on his stomach, pushing the four-wheeled truck with one hand, wiping the sweat beads on his face with the other, and staring at the guards at the city gate in the distance with a pair of bright eyes. This kind of wagon is the most common wagon on the plain, usually used by farmers to pull things, and occasionally converted into horse-drawn carriages if they have money.

Full of ten carts of stuff, covered with thick weeds, completely unaware of what's inside. However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that each car is pushed by ten strong men, and there is one in front of it. They were all figure-of-eight, hunched over, and there was no doubt that the cargo in the car was heavy.

A group of people slowly rushed towards the city gate, and the soldiers defending the city were full of joy in their hearts, so many cars were going to enter the city, not only could they collect the entrance fee to the city, but they could also knock the leader slightly, and a few silver coins could not run away. Of course, if you are generous, a few gold coins will be even more perfect.

Sheng Yu Chaofeng walked slowly according to Murong Yu's instructions, he was not in a hurry, because Murong Yu had not yet sent a signal. The soldiers defending the city shouted from afar: "What for? Each person will pay one silver coin to enter the city, and the goods will be counted separately." ”

The goods are counted separately, which means it depends on your attitude. Sheng Yu Chaofeng scolded in a low voice: "A group of vampires!"

Several people on the opposite side nodded sympathetically, Sheng Yu turned back at the right time, he had already discovered Murong Yu's offensive signal. Sheng Yu Chaofeng, who was originally smiling and chatting with this group of guards kindly, suddenly roared angrily: "Come on!"

The pushers on both sides of the ten cars instantly pulled out their weapons from the straw on the car, and under the leadership of Sheng Yu Chaofeng, they pounced. Two of the fast-reacting soldiers shouted at the city, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

After only two screams, Sheng Yu Chaofeng's war knife had already cut their necks. Hundreds of people rushed up behind him, and dozens of soldiers guarding the city at the gate of the city went to hell in an instant. Sheng Yu gestured towards the peak, and the crowd was divided, one group flew towards the city wall, and one group headed towards the city gate.

The emperor-level powerhouse, for these weak soldiers, is simply a wolf into the flock. At the same time, a loud sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance, and Sheng Yu rode the wind and led the Yulin Legion to rush over.

The soldiers defending the city were in disarray, the sirens were blaring in the city, the horses were neighing, shouting, and scolding, and the people were rushing for their lives, completely blocking the soldiers who came to support. They stared dumbfounded at the several Saint-level powerhouses standing in the sky, and screamed in shock: "Saint-level powerhouse! Saint-level powerhouse! Run!"

Murong Yu stood out of thin air, he looked at the people fleeing for their lives below, and for the first time felt that life was so fragile. The people fled in a panic and in complete disarray. The soldiers who were ready to support the city gate had no intention of giving way, and they armed themselves with weapons and knocked over the people fiercely. They stepped directly on their bodies and backs, and most of them were trampled to death.

Murong Yu shouted loudly: "I am Murong Yu, Sherhewen has been captured by the Yulin Legion, immediately put down his weapons, otherwise he will be killed!"

Looking at the several saint-level powerhouses behind Murong Yu, all the soldiers felt a trace of despair and confusion. They didn't figure out how the legion, which was going to attack Bugas, could end up here and storm the city. Several senior generals looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"We surrender and hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not kill innocents in vain. One of the generals replied loudly.

In this unequal war, whoever has a saint-level powerhouse is the victor of Zuihou. They knew very well in their hearts that there was not a single saint-level powerhouse in this city. Even if there were, it would not be possible to come forward at this time. In the face of so many saint-level powerhouses, the only way to come out is to die.

The city was barely succumbed to the fire, and they laid down their weapons one by one in an orderly manner. Except for the beginning, the Yulin Legion was blocked by a small number of soldiers, but there was no battle in the city. They came to receive the city, to receive the captives.

With a happy smile on his face, Sheng Yu rode his horse all the way in the wind, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to report: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Qiqi, we have not suffered any casualties in this battle, and the surrendered soldiers are 210,000, you see ......"

When Murong Yu heard this, he was in a good mood, he thought about it, and felt that these soldiers were also forced to be helpless, if they blindly killed, it was not a long-term solution.

So he ordered: "These soldiers are all re-disorganized, for a three-day education, those who are willing to join us can accept it, and those who are unwilling will be given gold coins to go home on their own." (To be continued......)

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