"Whoosh whoosh!"

On a yellow sandy slope in the hinterland of Yunzhou, dozens of mounted Yan army scouts were galloping on their horses. Behind them were hundreds of mounted elite Liang troops.

Arrows hit them like raindrops, and some Yan soldiers fell off their horses and died.

There were horse hoof prints on the yellow sand, but as long as the winter wind blew so gently, most of the horse hoof prints would be covered up.

The scene of flying yellow sand is majestic and majestic.

It's a pity that the soldiers on both sides are not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the border fortress. The battle between life and death is still waiting for them.

A Yan soldier at the end of the team bent his bow and set an arrow. He twisted his body violently and shot out the arrow. Then he whipped his horse whip several times in an attempt to quickly escape from the pursuit of the Liang army.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Bing's movements were done in one go, without any pause, and the arrows he fired were quite powerful.

I have to say that these prairie cavalry are pretty good at riding and shooting, as if they learned it right from their mother's womb.

It's a pity that because there was no time to aim, the arrow flew past the two Liang soldiers and did not cause any trouble to the Liang soldiers.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer behind him, Yan Jun, who was lagging behind, was breathing a little faster. He bent his bow and arrow again, but before he could turn around, a sharp arrow penetrated his chest.

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft~"

Yan Zu endured the severe pain and swayed feebly on the horse for a few times. After walking forward for more than ten steps, he finally fell to the ground.

As soon as he landed, Liang Jun chased him and stabbed him in the chest to ensure that he would never die again.

The centurion led by Yan Bing turned his head and looked back from time to time, his face gloomy.

The military order they received when they came out of this trip was to strictly investigate the traces of the Beiliang Left Cavalry Army and not to miss any clues.

So he led his brothers to pursue it all the way. Maybe due to luck, relying on the horse's hoof prints and the dung of the war horse, the 100 men reached the vicinity of the cavalry camp.

In order to find out the military situation, they followed Liang Jun for a long time and finally caught a lone Liang Jun.

Yan Jun wanted to ask Liang Jun something, but Liang Jun refused to speak and kept struggling.

Yan Bing was so angry that he stabbed him to death, and then began to search Liang Jun for any supplies he had with him.

This search was remarkable. Yan Bing found a Right Cavalry Army waist badge symbolizing his identity on Liang Jun's body.

The centurion was stunned on the spot. This large group of cavalry was clearly flying the flag of the left cavalry army, but the soldiers belonged to the right cavalry army!

What does it mean? It means that this is completely a scam by Liang Jun!

There is no such thing as a left cavalry army, only a right cavalry army!

They searched for a long time, and it turned out that Liang Jun was acting for them.

The centurion immediately led his troops to retreat without hesitation. As long as he brought this news back, wouldn't glory and wealth be delivered to his door?

Unfortunately, it backfired.

They were discovered by Liang Jun before they ran far, and a chase began.

"Drive, drive!"

There were hundreds of Liang troops chasing closely behind them, and they came with great momentum. The leader happened to be Lang Yi's son-in-law Mo Bing.

Mo Bing's face was extremely ugly as his figure rose and fell with his horse. They had discovered the straggler soldier who had been killed by the Yan army.

Moreover, the waistband of the soldier was missing, indicating that they might have been exposed!

There is only such a group of Yan soldiers within a radius of ten miles. No need to ask, they must have taken them away!

Mo Bing held the spear in his hand tightly. These Yan soldiers would never be able to leave this plain alive.

"Drive! Drive!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The rain of arrows continued to fall, and soon only a dozen or so of the dozens of Yan soldiers were left.

Seeing Yan Bing's figure getting closer and closer, Mo Bing raised his hand and waved, and hundreds of Liang soldiers behind him simultaneously held their breath and shouted angrily:

"drink!"

Liang Jun's arms were rounded, and hundreds of spears were thrown fiercely by them.

"Pfft, pfft~"

"Dang Dang Dang~"

The spears covered all the Yan troops, and together with the rain of arrows, they hit the heads of the Yan troops.

This wave of attacks completely eliminated Yan Bing's hope of escaping.

The remaining dozen or so Yan soldiers were either killed directly by spears, or fell off their horses because their horses were frightened.

"kill!"

Mo Bing instantly drew his sword and swarmed over with his cavalry.

The centurion also fell to the ground and rolled around a few times until he lost his shit. He couldn't think more and rolled and crawled away.

He wants to live, not die!

Mo Bing's horse arrived in an instant, stooped down, and slit his back with a slight swing of his scimitar.

"Pfft!"

The centurion of Yan Bing spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered and fell to the ground, and then crawled on the ground with difficulty, his eyes full of despair.

The blood dragged all the way and was extremely dazzling.

"No, no, no~" Yan Bing murmured helplessly.

Mo Bing got off his horse, walked up to him with cold eyes, and stepped on his back.

I saw him struggling with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't move forward even half an inch.

Mo Bing slowly raised his scimitar and stabbed it downwards, and the centurion completely stopped moving.

In just a short period of time, hundreds of cavalry soldiers were completely dead, with no one left alive.

Mo Bing shouted in a deep voice: "Search! We must search for the waist badge!"

"promise!"

The soldiers of the Liang Army began to search Yan Jun's belongings one by one, but the answer Mo Bing heard was always only "not found".

Mo Bing frowned, and his eyes fell on the centurion who died under his sword.

He gently stretched out his hand and groped around Yan Bing's waist twice, and sure enough he touched a hard wooden sign.

"Well~here he is."

Mo Bing breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the ordinary name on the wooden sign, his eyes dimmed.

This wooden sign is a symbol of Liang Jun's identity. If there is a big battle and the bodies cannot be identified, then this wooden sign is the only object that can confirm the identity of the soldiers who died in the battle.

It is also the only thought of the families of those fallen soldiers.

Mo Bing carefully wiped off the blood on the wooden sign, hid it in his chest, then got on his horse and prepared to leave.

Before running very far, Mo Bing suddenly reined in the reins and came to the body of the centurion of the Yan army again.

This strange behavior confused the soldiers under his command.

Mo Bing pricked the centurion's finger, then pinched his fingertips and wrote the word "Left" crookedly on the clothes of a corpse next to him.

Mo Bing stared at the word, looking left and right, and said with a satisfied smile: "Not bad!"

This character looks like it was written with great difficulty by a martial artist who was not very literate. It is very ugly, but you can vaguely recognize that it is the character "left".

The surrounding soldiers looked at Mo Bing's actions with confusion on their faces, wondering what their general was doing.

Mo Bing got on his horse and said in a deep voice: "See if there are any Yan army scouts around. If there are any, lure them over!"
Chapter completed!