At this moment, the leaders of the two cavalry stood together, surrounded by a crowd of personal guards.

"What a tragedy!" sounded a little gloating, but the person who spoke did not gloat at all, but had palpitations.

The person who spoke was none other than Baima Kaifu.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if the Rong tribe faced this situation.

Perhaps, the only way is to escape.

They have horses, they can run fast, they can run away.

But then what?

The grasslands are large, and there is indeed enough range for them to escape. However, the grassland is very small, they can run in the spring, in the summer, in the autumn, and in the winter, they should die.

In the process of escaping, they will lose a large number of cattle and sheep. In winter, when the roads are blocked by snow and ice, they cannot move an inch, and without enough cattle and sheep, there is not enough food, and without enough food, they will die of despair in hunger and cold.

Even if they don't chase them, they will kill a lot of people until the rest of them have enough food to survive the winter. Then, in the second year, they will find it even more difficult to survive because of the starvation and cold, the death of their companions, and the fact that even the horses have been eaten by themselves.

In that kind of situation, Bai Ma Kaifu didn't dare to imagine.

Luo Zheng glanced at the white horse Kaifu and did not say anything.

Baima Kaifu is a hero, but he is only a hero of the Rong people, Luo Zheng and the Rong people are undoubtedly enemies, enemies for more than ten years.

The Rong people killed his family, his father, brother, cousin, father-in-law and mother-in-law all died at the hands of the Rong people, and similarly, many Rong people died at his hands.

How did the 30,000 elite horsemen under his command train?

So White Horse Kaifu is very capable, but he doesn't admire him, the enemy's hero, only after a heroic death, he will admire, otherwise, it's just an enemy.

Of course, now, they are comrades-in-arms, so Luo Zheng is in a complicated mood and looks indifferent in front of Baima Kaifu.

Luo Zheng's indifference did not affect Bai Ma Kaifu, he already regarded himself as a dead man, because he was a person who knew the times very well. From the time he knelt in front of Ma Quai, he knew that he and these 100,000 Rong warriors were destined to become cannon fodder.

Only when they die, die on the battlefield, can their people live, it is a deal, it has been doomed from the beginning.

The sun is getting warmer and the weather is getting warmer.

The dew from the treetops is gone, the dew from the weeds is evaporated, the sky is blue, the earth is green, the clear river is like a white ribbon, everything is so beautiful.

There was only one exception, where, when the dust was in the sky and the drums were thundering, at this moment, it had become a meat grinder.

Flesh and blood littered the walls and beyond, and the raging flames scorched the air around them, distorting the scenery. Plumes of choking black smoke rose into the sky, as if ugly ink droplets were dripping onto the snow-white rice paper.

At this time, Luo Zheng finally spoke, and his fingers drew a large circle out of thin air: "General Baima, you lead the people first, go east first, bypass the silver scale water, and cross the river at the Yulin Bridge, at that time, you should already be in the rear camp of the enemy's army, just need to disturb them, distract them, and then delay for an hour." ”

The two sides are obviously at the same level, and even Baima Kaifu has more soldiers under him, but Luo Zheng seems to be ordering his subordinates.

Bai Ma Kaifu had no surprise, nor did he refuse this task, which was extremely difficult at first glance, but just nodded and clenched his fists: "No!"

He mounted his horse, greeted him, and headed east.

Luo Zheng said to the herald beside him with an indifferent expression: "Send the order to go down and let the scouts within a radius of ten miles near the Yulin Bridge clear the surrounding enemy scouts at all costs to ensure the safety of the Yulin Bridge." ”

This battle is destined to be a lot of people, but Luo Zheng doesn't care, he has long been numb to this after more than ten years of military career.

He is like a greedy jackal, patiently observing, waiting, waiting for an opportunity for him to show his fangs.

And his gaze was the right army of the Wu army, that is, the army that was attacking the western wall of Handan.

When the Chinese army is in chaos, there will be changes in the left and right armies, and that change is the timing of his move.

The ghost cried in action, and the group of five of them were all fighting hats and horses, all of them were more or less armored, and they were hidden under the robes that were covered outside.

The sound of hurried horses' hooves was particularly noticeable, but by the time the enemy noticed, it was too late.

A bush that looks so ordinary, yet it's all camouflage.

With a red light, the middle of the bushes suddenly cracked, and a dozen snowmen jumped out.

It's an illusion, and the middle of the bushes has long been emptied, and there is only yellow-brown earth, so it's an illusion, to be precise, a magical power in illusion.

The Yeti is a branch of the Terrans, and although they resemble beasts, they are not born demons. They can also become demons, but there are few of them, and each of them is called the king, that is, the Snowman King.

And among these dozen snowmen, one is obviously the snowman king.

With a brief cracking sound, a snowman fell, and now, there were two corpses on the ground, both with fatal wounds on the head.

"Hahahaha......" The arrogant laughter rang out, making the group of snowmen even more panicked.

The sound came from overhead, and no one was visible overhead.

Another flash of red light flashed, and a snowman fell, and the crimson viper that suddenly appeared was so ferocious that it hit the group of snowmen and couldn't shake hands.

Five figures from far and near, on horseback, the ghost cried and put away the longbow and pulled out the long knife. Behind him, two men and two women, pulled out their blades at the same time.

The man turned his horse on his back, and the roar of rage and the neighing of the horse resounded.

The five horsemen slammed into a group of snowmen, swords swinging, blood splattering.

The snowman scatters and flees, and the five scatter in all directions to chase.

The ghost cried and slashed three quickly, then put away the sword, took the bow and arrows, turned the horse's head, and looked in other directions.

The other directions are also very smooth, Cai Wei Nangong's offensive is unstoppable, and Da Lang's knife skills are becoming more and more skilled, but Luo Jiacheng, the old Jianghu, has a little accident.

He was lucky enough to bump into the Yeti King.

During the chase, the Snowman King suddenly turned around and hit the horse's leg with a hammer.

The galloping war horse immediately fell to the ground, and Luo Jiacheng on his back also flew out.

Fortunately, Luo Jiacheng's ladder to the sky is not bad, and he landed smoothly with a turn in mid-air.

When he turned around, he saw a two-foot tall Wu warrior holding a battle axe.

A cold light flashed in Luo Jiacheng's eyes, and a sword stabbed into the crotch of this warrior.

His judgment was correct, blood splattered, and the Yeti King was stabbed through his chest with a sword. But at the same time, the handle of the hammer in the Snowman King's hand also fell on Luo Jiacheng's shoulder. If Luo Jiacheng had taken a step back just now, the hammer would have hit him right in the chest.

Luo Jiacheng's face was distorted, presumably even if he was hit by the handle of the hammer, the pain was not light.

He gritted his teeth and drew his sword, stabbing it in again. The Snowman threw away the hammer, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him to the ground, and the two scuffled on the ground.

A black shadow descended from the sky, it was the big mouth that had just stayed in the tree and laughed wildly, and he also joined the battle group.