In the afterglow of the setting sun, a lazy team of 100 riders slowly walked on the way back to the camp. Both the horses and the riders looked a little listless.

In the middle of the horse team, there were also some people dressed in Great Xia, these people were firmly tied with their hands by a long rope, and they had to follow behind the war horses, staggering and walking, and if they were not careful, an exhausted captive fell to the ground, and several people in the vicinity would be pulled down at the same time, and in their frightened eyes, the nearest ranger whip had been raised high, and then whipped down fiercely.

The laziness of the rangers is due to the fact that they are full of wine and food, and even their stomachs are swollen. The captives were helpless, but because they had been hungry for several meals in a row.

The fruits of the hard work of these people of Great Xia have entered the belly of those ranger warriors. And they themselves are about to become a part of the Northern Wilderness Grassland - the wild wolves and vulture eagles struggling to survive in the purgatory of the Northern Wilderness are fed with flesh and skin, and the dry bones have become a handful of fertile soil under the Northern Wilderness Grassland.

Like many other ranger squads that penetrated deep into the northern frontier of Great Xia, they galloped like fish in water in this vast land. There are no blizzards in the grasslands, no wolves, and even the little beasts that haunt the jungle are much more docile than their counterparts in the Northern Wastelands.

Those people of Daxia who can only dig in the soil are like lambs slaughtered on the grassland, even if they are put on their necks with knives, they will only kneel and beg for mercy.

The evil of the wolf is fed by the sheep.

A small group of rangers, suitable for looting those who have heard the sound and hid in the mountains, more suitable for flexible breakthroughs, once encountering the victorious army of Great Xia, the number is not large, they will eat them all, if there are too many people, then they can also fight a fight, and then retreat.

Daxia is like a powerful elephant, and the ranger is like an agile wolf, tearing off a piece of flesh from the elephant at any time while he is napping, and then proudly dragging the blood dripping along the way to escape.

The centurion who led the team looked at the remnant sun that was about to disappear into the sky, explained to his subordinates, and accelerated forward, after all, this journey to fight the autumn wind was too deep into the mainland.

It's just that his subordinates are difficult to lift their spirits, not only are their stomachs full of Great Xia's grain, but even their horses are full of bags full of money and grain. What's more, forcibly speeding up, those strings of captives will always accidentally fall to the ground, and some even fall to the ground and never get up again.

The centurion was very annoyed by the scene before him, and when another captive fell to the ground, he drew his saber and swung it away, and on the long rope that was attached to the captives, there was one less captive, but one more pair of palms that had left his arms and his wrists were broken.

There was a commotion in the procession, and the Ranger Centurion roared, "If there is any further delay, it will be the same as this arm!"

The speed of the group finally improved, and the captives who could still walk forced their last spirits, gasping for air as they desperately moved their steps.

The centurion breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason, he always felt that he was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

At the moment when the last glimmer of the setting sun met the coldness of the rising cold moon, this hundred-man ranger team finally saw the hope of returning home, and crossed the half-high hill in front of them.

Unexpectedly, just when everyone was concentrating on climbing, an old horse walking in front suddenly stopped.

The centurion urged his mount to run over, whipping at the rider who was taking the lead, "What's the ink, you want me to take only your paws back?"

The ranger guide who led the team pulled his horse's leg vigorously while whispering for mercy, "Your Excellency, it's the horse's leg stuck in the rat hole, I'll pull it out ......."

Before the last word "come" could be spoken, the guide's body stiffened, and then he fell straight to the side. The centurion remained on his guard, and saw an arrow emerge from the chest of the fallen guide.

"Enemy attack! Longbow!" As the leader, the centurion was the first to realize the danger and sounded an urgent alarm. Immediately, there was a whizzing sound of breaking wind in the air, and a rain of arrows fell from the sky.

"Withdraw!" Although the centurion did not know where the enemy came from, he listened to the sound of the rain of arrows in the air, and estimated that the number of ambushes on the other side was far above his own, and only the first round of arrow rain knocked down a dozen fast horses and riders in front of the team.

The centurion, who was experienced in battle, turned his horse's head, flipped from the horse's back to the horse's belly, wrapped his arms tightly around the horse's neck, and shouted for command as he galloped towards the back of the group.

"Withdraw the weight, skim the wind, prepare for battle!"

The originally groggy rangers, after a brief panic in the face of the sneak attack, became excited, howled ~ howl ~ howl, cut the long rope of the captives tied to the saddle with their sabers, threw down the food they had snatched and pressed on the saddle, and then, urging their mounts to retreat, and at the same time did not forget to take off the short bow on the side of the saddle, and turned around and fired in the direction of the rain of arrows.

The warriors of this ranger squad have the belligerent blood of the children of the grassland, and their mounts are the best cavalry who are good at fighting under the teaching of the lord of the grassland, Liang Muha.

When the rangers who were originally advancing in the column retreated when they were attacked, it was not the overall rout of the front team that changed to the rear team. Instead, the team behind them lined up in turn, and the horse team in front of the position turned back from the middle, and the warriors who spread out the formation on both sides could counterattack with short bows to cover their retreat, and then the warriors in front of them turned back, and the whole retreat was tense and orderly, although there were still many rangers who fell to the ground one after another, but the formation of this team was never chaotic.

Just when the centurion led the remaining subordinates to complete the change of formation and began to retreat as a whole, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, the opponent had the advantage in numbers, and occupied a condescending advantage in the terrain ambush, but why did he let himself retreat so easily?

Just as he felt that something was wrong, this intuitive foreboding was instantly fulfilled, and the two warhorses that rushed to the front neighed, and were pierced through their chests by the antlers that suddenly rose in the grass, and hung on the sharp antler branches.

The antlers were originally a device set up outside the city defense in Daxia to prevent cavalry raids, and on the shelves bundled into a triangle, sharp spears and spears pierced in the direction of the enemy's attack. Able to stop fast-moving ranger raids.

The spikes of the horse are much longer than those of ordinary horses, and the angle of the spear is deliberately lowered a lot, and the ranger horse that rushed to the front was instantly pierced through the body by several guns, and the four hooves were suspended in the air, but they could not pull the body out of the spear, and under several wails, the wound became bigger and bigger, until the blood ran out and died.

The centurion was angry and anxious, watching the rows of horse-repelling antlers suddenly stand up from the wild grass, like rows of Nanjun shield spearmen lurking in the grass, the rangers have seen the danger in front of them, but the speed of the horses with the help of the mountain impact is too fast, even if the rider desperately pulls the reins, the follow-up horses still continue to impact on those horse-repelling antlers.

Speed used to be the most powerful weapon of the Rangers, and now, speed has become the ghost scythe of death to harvest these Ranger warriors. The ranger warriors who had insulted the people of Great Xia like a ferocious god just now had become fish on the chopping board again, and they didn't even see the appearance of their opponents clearly, so they were dressed as meat skewers together with their mounts.

The centurion's war horse finally came to a halt less than a foot from the spear of the horse. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked down the hillside, where there were originally a hundred or so ranger war horses, but now there were less than thirty unharmed.

When he decided to retreat, the centurion still wanted to organize his formation, find the enemy in ambush, and launch a counterattack at the speed of the rangers, but looking at the current situation, his team has clearly become the prey of the opponent's carefully arranged trap. The leader gritted his teeth, gave up resistance, and shouted "Pull the wind!" to let the surviving warriors scatter and break through.

More than 30 ranger war horses bypassed the protruding antlers of the horse-resisting deer in twos and threes, and also bypassed the direction of the rain of arrows on the hillside, trying to bypass this deadly hill and join the camp of the rangers.

"Kill!"

Just after the centurion had told his men to try to avoid fighting and try to break out, shouts of killing came from both flanks of the mound in the darkness. The centurion's heart was cold, it's over, this time, I'm afraid that the whole army will be wiped out.

In fact, this unlucky centurion didn't have to blame himself, knowing that at this time, he really saw who the enemy who was plotting against him was, those iron cavalry who outflanked him from both wings, wearing the majestic cavalry armor of Great Xia, and the commander of this battle was the commander of the five armies of Great Xia, who often broke and captured the old general.

This battle is determined to be won, and he must teach those ranger barbarians who dare to be in the land of Great Xia a cruel lesson. In this battle, Chang Po could not be merciful, he had to give a clear message to the rangers who were still plundering,

"Grab two bites of food, we still have to discuss, those who dare to insult the people of Daxia will be killed, and there will be no forgiveness!"

The two strong teams that finally completed the bag clamp were the only remaining elite horse teams in Great Xia, and their riding and shooting were also first-class in ten thousand. In the face of these more than 30 ranger remnants, without the slightest hesitation, the Great Xia Tiger Benjing, who charged and slashed at each other with two rounds, and the absolute superiority in numbers, hung the heads of these more than 30 ranger soldiers on his saddle.

Chang Polu looked at the results of his subordinates with satisfaction, and told his subordinates not to have a moment's delay, clean up the battlefield, quickly break away, and return to the border city of Great Xia, which has not yet fallen in northern Xinjiang.

Wherever the first round of arrow rain went, a woman's heart-rending wail came out.

A Great Xia captive broke free from the long rope that was tied to his wrist and finally found his half-grown child among the pile of corpses. The child was already bleeding from all over the world, and there were several black pole arrows nailed to his chest

"Son!"

A mother's call tore apart the defense line of the Changsheng soldiers present, and many soldiers remembered their distant hometown and unconsciously began to cry.

Several of the victorious warriors couldn't bear to watch the woman cry and faint several times, and tried to help her up. But she hugged the already cold corpse,

"Three days ago, my husband died, I didn't go with him, I knocked the head of the rangers, and I gave my body to them for fun, so I saved my child, and I survived because there was still this child that I needed to ......"

Everyone still wanted to persuade, but the woman smiled bitterly and pulled out a black rod arrow from the child's chest, "This arrow is our Great Xia...... right" Without any hesitation, this seemingly weak woman inserted the arrow that still carried her child's flesh and blood into her heart.

Chang Poyu on the side saw this scene and sighed lightly, "The evil of the jackal, I'm afraid that even the lamb can't get rid of it." Then he lightly told his subordinates, "Bury them together." ”