If the cavalry is in formation, the opponent is already close to the front, and it is useless to send sentry cavalry, and if you don't know the number of opponents, you don't dare to rashly lead the army to attack. I had to rein in my horse and stretch my bow, ready to go. Once within visual range, a hundred cavalry assaults can be ordered.

Tang Meng was also looking forward to the battle, if there was really an ambush army to slaughter Ruoshui, he would be reckless.

Under the thick ink-stained night, the smoke and dust raised were like mist, covering the bloody battlefield with a veil. Among them, the group of people who walked out slowly finally recognized clearly.

The leader was dressed in a large armor, with a helmet that almost obscured his entire face, and held a halberd. The tip of the halberd, which was already rusty, had been dyed bright red, and it was quite majestic when it marched.

The person on the side was the old butler, covered in blood, his back was slightly rickety, and he was carrying a big flag in both hands, but he was spreading it in the wind without the slightest deviation. By the moonlight, the flag was faintly recognized, but it was not the Fenshui Dart Bureau, but the three characters of the Euphorbia Camp.

"The old soldier of the Cangzhou Euphorbia Battalion, Zhang Wu!

Zhang Wu, who was stubborn and stubborn, slammed the halberd on the ground, shouted angrily, and stood with the halberd. Although he couldn't see the expression under the helmet clearly, he only looked at this demeanor from a distance, even Ruoshui couldn't help but praise the old man and the strong.

When all the people and horses behind him stepped forward and stood behind him, Ruoshui's hanging heart was finally put down, there were only twenty or thirty people in total, and there were no ambushes in mind. When these people gathered, fought against the water, and completely annihilated those nomadic cavalry, the information provided by Tang Meng was completely true.

Now in addition to the dozens of Golden Horde cavalry who cleared the power of the palace, there are more than 100 nomadic cavalry on standby, slaughtering the wounded after the bloody battle.

On the other hand, Tang Meng's face changed greatly, how could he have imagined that there were only more than 20 wounded soldiers who broke through. Judging from the military situation revealed by Zhang Wu to Tang Yan, the alliance formed by the Fenshui Dart Bureau should be superior to Ruoshui and his tribe.

Therefore, when Zhang Wu did not move, he dared to make this decision, instigating Ruoshui to take the initiative to attack and attack him unprepared, even so, he should fight an even match, he never thought that it would be such a result in the end.

After all, he couldn't sit still, the matter had come to this, and he had to fight to the death and resign himself to fate.

"Cavalry ready, storm!"

Ruoshui took the lead and pulled out the scimitar and pointed forward. The sound of scimitars unsheathed came and went, and the cavalry was divided into three rows and gradually galloped out. Due to the short distance, he had to swing his whip and try to increase his speed.

At this moment, Tang Meng suddenly rushed out, grabbed the rider closest to him, pulled off the horse, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and fell with the knife in his hand, resulting in his life. The people in the dart bureau who were captured behind him seemed to have learned the information early, and they also followed suit, snatching the scimitars of the cavalry of the Nakhlian Division, and striking back to create civil strife.

For a time, the chickens and dogs in the rear of the array jumped, and the people turned over on their backs. The commotion finally alarmed Helian Ruoshui. Seeing that Tang Meng and the others had already obtained most of the weapons, he frowned deeply, the situation was so far that it was the real belly and back of the enemy.

If the cavalry can't run, then it's the infantry who sits taller, and it's even better to rely on their nimble legs. Those cavalrymen guarding the dart board are sitting on horseback, avoiding the inevitable live target, and are besieged and slaughtered by the dart board men and horses.

Except for the more than 50 horsemen who had already rushed out, there were only half a hundred soldiers and horses that could be mobilized by sailors. And the dart players who were making trouble over there had already snatched the blades and stood in formation. There were more than 20 people with swords, and some who couldn't find swords also took their bows to control the strings.

Ruoshui immediately turned the horse's head and was determined to slaughter this group of people with his own hands, firstly, because he was disgusted by the act of stabbing in the back, since Tang Meng told him, he had already regarded Tang Meng as his own person. Second, Tang Yan is still following Tang Meng, and he will never tolerate anyone taking this woman away from him.

"Charge with me!"

Ruoshui took the lead, and more than 50 horses followed behind. In anger, he increased the speed of the horse to the fastest in a few breaths, and the momentum was like thunder.

"Brothers, I have been in the dart game for many years, and once I miscalculated and you were captured. Even if he dies today, he will also hit these barbarians hard, and they know the integrity of my Central Plains martial arts better than them, so as to repay the grace of the old dart's life!

"Fight to the death!"

Everyone behind him shouted loudly, and their morale was greatly boosted.

After a few rounds of arrows were fired, the dart masters and executioners jumped up and met them with swords.

The guests of the rivers and lakes gathered to fight against the army, and the only advantage was personal bravery and some exquisite martial arts moves.

Although Zhang Wu is a martial artist, he is different from those martial artists who have practiced martial arts against wooden stakes since childhood. His every move and style are all murderous skills that have been summarized and tempered on the battlefield, and they may not look as exquisite as the moves of the sect gang, but they are more simple and deadly.

The sharp scimitar, in the night brought out a dazzling silver glow, briskly slashed through the throat, harvesting life, reflecting the moon wheel of the sky, but even more deadly.

These riders, like Zhang Wu, don't know any bells and whistles, they only wield the same action, but they have done it hundreds of times, and they have long been perfected.

When Zhang Wu turned around to look, he was the only one left, and the old butler's rich and blood-soaked body was a few feet behind him, and he still stood with his flag until he died, and he never fell.

The large armor on his own body was also chopped into pieces by the scimitar, with dozens of slashes of various sizes, and some of them cut the flesh and rolled it over, and the bones were deeply visible.

The halberd in his hand never let go, and let the rest of the cavalry ride their horses and roam carefully around him, but their eyes were shining like a fine light, like a beast that could choose people to devour at any time, and no one dared to step forward after bluffing.

Those fallen comrades also fought most of this cavalry, and it was really brave and extraordinary for foot to horse.

"General Junyi, you have a spirit in the sky, the last pawn of my halberd battalion, and I will also return the body of the horse leather on the battlefield!"

After shouting, he could no longer suppress the increasingly strong fatigue, and the flat-ended halberd, with the tip of the halberd pointing outward, launched a final charge.

As soon as Tang Meng finished shouting, everyone in the dart bureau was agitated, and they used their martial arts skills to fight with the cavalry of Helian Division.

In addition to taking advantage of the momentum of the charge at the beginning, when the horses slowed down, they were entangled by these martial arts people jumping on the horses, not giving the horses a chance to charge again.

Once they fought in a short fight and fought on their own, the cavalry fell behind, and even Helian Ruoshui was besieged by several people. These people jumped up and down, flashed and moved, but their hands were tricky and abnormal, and it was really tricky for a while.

But there was a figure that gradually fell behind the people who rushed to rush, and then turned around and fled, it was Tang Meng.

Seeing that Helian Ruoshui was restrained, he immediately pulled over Tang Yan, who was hiding in the shadows, rode the horse that was secretly tied when he resisted in chaos, and galloped away from the battlefield.

"Uncle, what about those people in the dart game?"

"Zhang Wu is dead!

"So you've long thought about using them as bait and running away alone?"

"Their sacrifices are all worth it, don't you understand? It's all for you! Only you must escape and marry into the Hejian Palace, and one day you can persuade the prince to raise troops to destroy these barbarians!"

Tang Meng violently pressed Tang Yan, who was still struggling, and scolded loudly.

Tang Yan struggled on the horse's back for a while, then suddenly stopped moving, and looked at Tang Meng with wide eyes, her eyes full of fear.

"It's you! You're the one who told the secret! It's you who brought Helian Ruoshui here! It's you who killed them!"

Tang Meng was silent, only caring about riding his horse and fleeing.

Ruoshui's two soldiers and horses each cleared their opponents, returned to the battle to help, and slaughtered everyone in the dart game.

The desert flies like snow, and the moon reflects the blood river like a bow.

Mobei Golden Watch, mourning wind.