So he was very glad that Da Xun Mingge gave him the opportunity to guard the middle camp, but deep down in his heart, he remembered that terrifying evening, and also remembered the ridicule and contempt of the Dang Sen of the Holy Beast Tribe after the loss of the army.

Looking at the group of lost dogs in front of him, Tan Lu's heart was full of inexplicable pleasure, where was the Dang Sen who laughed at him arrogantly, could it be that he had become a pile of fertilizer like several other people of the same kind.

That's just wonderful.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart, that is, he must not be rushed into the camp by this group of unmotivated soldiers like that evening.

The corpses of the warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe were already hanging on the horse rejection array, and people were also crowded outside the closed camp gate and under the camp wall, and at this moment, the sound of the bowstring behind the camp wall exploded, followed by a rain of arrows, and even the sun was blocked.

In the next moment, at least a few thousand warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe fell in a pool of blood.

The warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe were stunned, they didn't expect that their bitter pleas would turn out to be betrayal and killing.

This makes it clear to them that they have been abandoned, like an ostrich with a broken leg, waiting for it to only be a roast meat by the campfire.

So they were furious, and they wanted to let this group of old enemies who only knew how to hide behind the camp gate know who was the real overlord of the southern grasslands.

A tragic offensive and defensive battle began, and no one instigated, no one comforted, and no one thought rationally, and in this way two armies of the same race began a tragic battle in a dramatic way.

The two sides are old rivals, and in the hundreds of years of coming and going, the soldiers have all died in the hands of each other, but because of Daxun's face, they maintain the peace on the surface under his mediation.

But at this moment, the gauze that was applied to the surface was torn naked, revealing the bright red wound underneath that was still bleeding pus.

Across a rudimentary camp wall, they shot at each other, and countless warriors of the Holy Beast Tribe bit their scimitars and stepped on the backs of their companions to climb the city wall.

The first warrior climbed over the camp wall and was pierced in the lower abdomen with spears by two or three men, but before he died, he also slashed an old enemy with a knife.

The second warrior condescendingly chopped off the arm of a Mirror Lake tribe warrior, and then was dismembered by four or five scimitars.

Third, fourth...... More and more warriors climbed over the wall, pressing the Mirror Lake Tribe's front back into a large piece.

If Daxun Mingge had been able to mediate in time at this time, and if the Axun regiment as the overseer had still been there, perhaps this tragedy would have had a chance to be avoided, or it would not have led to the tragic outcome that followed.

But all Minger's attention was now focused on the seemingly never-falling wall ahead, and he even personally supervised the battle on the dirt slope two kilometers away from the front line.

His Axun army had less than 1,000 wounded and sick left, and one of the 10,000 men was exhausted, and then another was sent in, without the slightest mercy or heartache.

In less than an afternoon, more than 200,000 people have been lost, not counting his Axun group.

More and more corpses were already piled up under the walls, and they were about to level with the walls, forming a direct ramp to charge.

In that case, let's continue to consume, and it's going to be fast.

There were no ifs in life, no wars, and he would never have imagined that the defense line of 200,000 people he had personally arranged would collapse so quickly.

Not to mention, the nerves of the warriors of various tribes, who had been fighting continuously for more than half a month, had jumped to the extreme, and just a small spark would set his entire middle battalion on fire.

Even more terrifying than that horrific explosion in the morning.

Philip didn't expect that he originally wanted to use Dang Sen's identity to do a little more, but by the time he sorted out his team and flew here, the battle of infighting had already begun, and he didn't even need to provoke it at all.

It's so beautiful, he suddenly likes this dang sen who is hanging below, maybe he can send him some quilts or something in the future, or give him a few books to cultivate his sentiments.

When Bruce, who was behind him, finally gasped and ran to the front line, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He glanced at his cousin in the sky, unsure of what kind of magic he had used to make the steppe people fight themselves, and it was so miserable.

And all the warriors rearranged their formations according to their ranks, and while recovering their strength, they silently watched the spectacular scene in front of them.

In terms of numbers, they did not lose much in the previous wars, and after eating about 60,000 former troops, they only lost less than 3,000 people, and most of them were warriors of the Lunbo tribe.

Neither Bruce's bearded army nor Philip's personal guard died, and the battle damage ratio was miraculous.

And Bruce's anti-heaven talent has also won everyone's respect, and only Bruce, who went to the battlefield, showed the iron-blooded temperament of the heir of the Mad Lion Division, and the chatter in peacetime was like two people.

As the number of casualties continued to rise, the steppe people on both sides of the camp wall fought a real fire, and now even if Mingge appeared here in person, it would be useless, and no one could stop this infighting from being a winner or loser.

The walls of the camp here were already small, and the available soldiers under Tanlu were only 40,000, most of which were left over from the battle of the river beach.

He asked for support in the back, and at the same time thought about how to speak ill of the Holy Beast Tribe in front of Daxun Mingge and throw out the responsibility of this infighting.

When more than 10,000 of his men were killed or wounded, he already regretted it a little, but it was too late.

With the help of his own soldiers, he mounted the ferret and was about to rush to the Chinese army camp, but he heard a loud bang behind him, and the entire camp wall collapsed.

Countless warriors from the Holy Beast Tribe rushed in and slashed the warriors of the Mirror Lake Tribe to death on the spot, with hideous and brutal expressions on their faces.

"Let's go!"

Frightened, Tanru clamped the beast's belly and ran out in a puff of smoke.

And the warriors of the Mirror Lake tribe behind him didn't even resist a single face under the huge difference in numbers, and they were swept away by the rolling crowd of people and scattered the defense line.

In the face of the Holy Beast Tribe, the true overlord of the Southern Grassland, they were somewhat weak-hearted.

Or rather, there is no so-called defense line at all, just a crowded wilderness from here to the ruins of the Red Moon Pass.

The chaos was over, and Philip, who had witnessed all this in the sky, licked his lips with satisfaction.

He looked down at the crowd below, and in his heart he liked this kind of scene, and the feeling of being able to manipulate other people's lives and deaths was fascinating.

It's a veritable feeling of being on the top, both mentally and physically, as if he's flying in the sky on a legendary unicorn right now.

He was hesitating whether to get some more oil cans to make this chaos more intense, at least it could be burned all the way to the direction of the original Hongyueguan ruins, and it would be better if he could wipe out the grassland Daxun Mingge.

While thinking, he returned to the ground and asked Afu to treat Dang Sen's injuries, mainly his back injury, he had always been a reputable person, and even liked this grassland prince who knew the times.

"When all the steppe people have entered the wall, we will rush in, and we must not give them a chance to stop. He gave the order.

Philip had never studied psychology in his previous life, but he could feel that the nominal camp wall was still very meaningful, and after rushing through, the prairie people seemed to find a sense of psychological security, or lose the motivation to continue rushing.

And Bruce's task is to not give those prairie people a chance to stop, so that the panic and chaos continue to spread.

"What are you talking about, bastard, how dare he?" Mingge, who got the news, was furious, and he didn't know who he was referring to.

But the problem is that there are only 300,000 troops left around him, and all of them are attacking the New Red Moon Pass in front of them in turn, and now is at the most critical moment.

Faced with the chaos that affected more than 100,000 people, he has no strength left to suppress it now.

He clenched the Horcrux in his hand, and his muscles suddenly appeared, hesitating.

He could tell that this was Ward's ruse, to disrupt the rhythm of his attack and give the defenders on the walls a chance to breathe and adjust.

But Mingge knew that if he retreated this time, even if he postponed the offensive, there would be no next chance.

As long as there was no interference, the grabs under the huge cranes erected behind the walls would soon clear the road where the corpses had been forged.

And now, the seemingly impenetrable wall, like him, has reached the end of its powerful crossbow, and it can cause a chain reaction to collapse completely at any time because of a soldier who rushes to the city.

Therefore, he can't retreat, and this conflict needs him to show up in person to settle it.

Mingge was reluctant to do this, and if there were no special circumstances, he would even be like an otaku who would not easily get out of his tent.

Unlike the talents of several other Daxun, Mingge's awakening ability and strengthening the body have nothing to do with it.

Even if he was born with a noble background and a light complexion, his short and thin figure and his ability to be chicken made it extremely difficult for him to go on the road to promotion in Ah Xun.

It wasn't until he broke through the fourth-level moat ten years ago, and with the help of his mother, he sacrificed his life and rose to the fifth level, and because of his greatly increased natural ability, he killed several opponents and became the Daxun of the southern grassland.

But the experience of being too humiliating when he was young had an irreversible impact on his character, not to mention that his weak body has never made him feel safe enough to be exposed to the crowd.

He personally arranged the order of the next few waves of attacks, then tightened his grip on the Horcrux and walked to the rear camp under the protection of his personal guards to solve the trouble.

At this distance, the chaos in the camp could already be clearly heard spreading to this side, with all kinds of fighting, screaming, and angry voices coming and going.

Numerous mounts lost control and rammed through the camp, knocking over the fires and igniting the tents.

Many warriors didn't even know exactly what was happening, but they had to pull out their scimitars to protect themselves in the face of a surging crowd, or they had no choice but to cut down their senseless companions, only to cause even more chaos.