To the east of the territory of the princes of the two hundred towns in the east, there was a vast wasteland that stretched for hundreds of miles each. In a truly barren area, there is absolutely no shadow of half a plant visible on the dark red sandy soil.

In the legend of the Jiuyi tribe that has been handed down from the endless and long desolate ancient years, this place is the place where the distant ancestor of the Fengyi tribe "Yi" shot one of the nine days fell, because it was infected with the blood of the sun, so the land here turned dark red and no grass grows. Because of this legend, this wasteland was named "Sunset Plain".

Wen Zhong spent a winter integrating the imperial court and the eastern princes, and obtained a total of 300,000 troops. Not to be outdone, the Jiuyi Alliance also gathered 300,000 horses, and the alliance leader Yi Tianxing personally commanded the west to meet the battle.

The two families unanimously chose Sunset Plains as the place for the decisive battle, and drove into this wasteland that has been barren since ancient times to the present day almost at the same time.

"Bah!" Meng Jin vomited out the dust and sand that filled his mouth with the blowing wind, and his heart was indescribably depressed. Although the master is only one of the extremely ordinary disciples of the large number of outer disciples who have listened to the lectures in the Biyou Palace, he is a disciple of three generations of the sect, and in terms of seniority, he can be commensurate with Wen Zhong as a brother. But now he not only has to be used under Huang Feihu, a vulgar martial artist, but also has to lead a team of rangers to run forward and backward every day to patrol the wind and watch the sentry for the army.

At this time, a cavalryman behind him urged his horse to catch up with Meng Jin, who was becoming more and more angry the more he thought about it, and reminded: "General, we have already gone out of the army for fifty miles, and we can go back to report safety to the vanguard General Huang." ”

"Can you go back?" Meng Jin's face showed joy, "Then turn around quickly! Actually, our pioneer master is too careful. The enemy, like us, has just entered this 'Sunset Field', and is still hundreds of miles away from each other. At this time, how can you see half a ghost?"

The cavalryman just smiled, but he didn't take the conversation, but he was very disdainful of this Meng general in his heart.

This person's martial arts are not weak, and he once revealed a spell of "Black Smoke Flag", and he does have the ability. It's just that he doesn't know anything about military affairs, but he doesn't have self-knowledge, and after coming to the pioneer camp, he often points fingers at General Huang. Looking at that posture, I wanted to arch General Huang down from the vanguard seat and then sit on it myself.

General Huang was so annoyed by him that he couldn't do it, and because he was a fellow teacher of Wen Taishi, he simply sent him out to patrol the sentry, and he was out of sight and out of mind. It's just that the ears of their team of rangers have been tormented, and these days have been filled with his whining and strange words.

Seeing that there was no one to talk to, Meng Jin was very bored in his heart, turned his horse's head angrily, and galloped in the direction he came and went first.

The rangers looked at each other, grinned silently, and urged their horses to follow.

The group walked for miles, and suddenly the faces of these experienced rangers, who had served as patrols for many years, changed color at the same time. One of them shouted to Meng Jin, and another jumped off his horse and fell on the ground to listen attentively.

After a while, the ranger who was listening to the sound stood up and said with a solemn face: "There is a group of enemy horsemen rushing to this side, and the number is about three hundred. ”

Meng Jin was still a little confused about the situation, so he urged the horse to get closer and asked, "Where is the enemy here, isn't it our own people?"

"Indeed, there is no doubt that he is an enemy. The ranger replied, but did not bother to explain it to the layman who had no common sense. As an experienced sentinel, the most basic ability to distinguish between friend and foe is from subtle differences such as the frequency of hooves.

Hearing that it was the enemy, Meng Jin perked up and felt that the opportunity to show his skills had arrived. He raised his hand and took off his spear, raised it and shouted: "There are only three hundred men and horses, why be afraid, everyone will come forward with me." If it's an enemy army, you will cut off their rank and go back to repay the merits!"

The rangers were also quite impressed by this mention. They have their own calculations in their hearts, although they are only a team of 100 people, but those who can serve as sentinel rangers are all elites who are selected by thousands of people, and they are not afraid of the large number of opponents. What's more, this General Meng's martial arts and spells are really powerful, if he can make meritorious contributions as he said, it will be a great benefit to everyone.

"Come with me!" Meng Jin took the lead to meet him, and a hundred rangers followed closely with their spears and swords.

Galloping for miles like a lightning speed, a cavalry team of hundreds of people appeared in front of him, and when he saw the other party's armor and clothing that was very different from that of Middle-earth, even someone exclaimed: "It's Dongyi!"

This group of Dongyi cavalry had obviously already appeared here, and they also bowed and unsheathed, urging the horses to gallop murderously.

Although the two teams were far apart, each other's eyes had already clashed fiercely in the void, and there were bursts of invisible fierce sparks.

"Everyone, follow me!" Meng Jin shouted, and with his left hand, he took out a small flag only one and a half feet long from the deerskin pouch on his waist, and shook it three times in the air.

A puff of black smoke suddenly rose from the flat ground, spreading in all directions, instantly enveloping the entire cavalry. Although the wind was strong above the wasteland, the black smoke did not disperse. This is Meng Jin's proud spell "Black Smoke Flag", in the black smoke, the enemy outside can't see their figures, and their own people carry the spell that Meng Jin has pre-divided, but they can see the enemy clearly. Once you have a close confrontation, it is like a group of clear-eyed people fighting a group of blind people, how can it be invincible?

Just when everyone was full of confidence and only waited to kill the enemy in close quarters, they suddenly saw more than ten knights rushing out of the opposite cavalry, stretching their bows and arrows on their horses, and the cold arrows pointed to this side in the distance.

Everyone sneered in unison, if it was a covering attack of thousands of arrows, they would be dead or alive, but the few or so people who tried their luck with the arrows without seeing the target would not believe that they would be so unlucky to be shot.

When the thought in my heart moved, I heard the sound of the strings on the opposite side deafening. Almost at the same time, there were terrible screams around him, and more than a dozen comrades-in-arms turned over and fell off their horses.

"Can the other party see us?" a heavy chill rose in everyone's hearts.

The more than ten Dongyi knights urged their horses to gallop wildly, and at the same time opened their bows and arrows with an astonishing degree, and each of them must have heard a miserable scream from the black smoke every time the arrow came out. The two sides gradually rushed in, and just as the merchant rangers, who had suffered most of the casualties, gritted their teeth and prepared to fight each other hand-to-hand to avenge the tragic death of their comrades, the more than ten Dongyi knights suddenly divided to both sides and rushed over dozens of steps away from their sides, and at the same time, the bowstring in their hands rang continuously, and one arrow and one life did not stop.

Among the Dongyi knights who slowed down their horses behind, two young people laughed, and one of them applauded: "Yi Lie, these Central Plains people think that they can hide in the black smoke, but they don't know that your Fengyi clan's archers all have the stunt of 'Night Forest Arrow', even in the dark night when it is difficult to see, they can shoot the birds and rabbits in the forest." This time, they are clever, and they are asking for their own hardship!"

The young man of the Fengyi tribe called Yi Lie also smiled and said: "My Jiuyi tribe was born in the mountains and forests, and grew up in the grass, which clan does not have the method of night fighting? ”

At this moment, Meng Jin's heart was extremely embarrassed, and the screams in his ears were like a whip on his back, and at this moment he only had one thought left in the arrow that was fired at him, that is, to rush to the front and kill all the opponents with his spear.

After a few moments, there were no more screams coming from the black smoke, but the black smoke was still rolling forward.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't died?" Yi Lie frowned slightly, reached out and took out a giant bow that was the height of a man from the saddle, and pulled out a four-foot long arrow made of fine iron from the quiver.

With a thunderclap of strings, the iron arrow turned into a dark red light and lightning flew out. The light and shadow were everywhere, and the air was pushed around by the incomparably powerful force of the arrow, forming a vacuum tunnel visible to the naked eye.

After another scream, the black smoke first stopped, and then dissipated with the wind.

Meng Jin kept a forward posture with both hands holding his gun, but a fist-sized bloody hole appeared in front of his chest.

Yi Lie put away the big bow and shouted, "Cut off the head and go!"

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