Facing the sudden charge, the reaction of the warriors in the entire camp was not so sharp and quick, and even preparations took more than ten breaths of time——

There were sounds coming from all directions before, which attracted the attention of the soldiers in the camp. Some went to investigate here, and some went to search there. It seemed that there was no one anywhere, and right here

During the chaos, that strange cavalry burst into the battlefield.

When the man in luxurious clothes came out after hearing the commotion, the warriors in his camp had just prepared to deal with the incoming cavalry. However, just as they were preparing to fight head-on, there were two loud roars from behind.

!

The back is attacked!

A strong and calm man wearing leather clothes, with a Chinese character face, rode a big horse, brandishing a big sword in his hand, led dozens of people to rush in, and slashed head on, killing several people in just a few strokes.

The figures behind him were shaking, and he didn't know how many people there were.

The so-called tactics of the Central Plains military strategists are not something that this noble safari army in a small town in the Western Regions can withstand. They attack in the east and in the west, and are attacked from both sides. They first harass the enemy with a small group of rangers, and when the enemy camp is in chaos, the main force charges from the front.

At the critical moment, a second elite force rushed in from behind.

Li Guanyi held the spear in his hand.

The so-called art of war is to show what is not possible when you are able, to attack what is unprepared for, and to know yourself and the enemy, which means you will win.

Just when the opponent's camp was in chaos, the miscellaneous cavalry led by him rushed in, using the tactics of the Central Plains warriors to directly break through the invisible aura of the soldiers on the opposite side, taking away their momentum and courage.

Li Guanyi felt as relaxed as using his arms and fingers.

Accustomed to wandering around the extreme commanding capacity of 50,000, when he returned to commanding hundreds of people, Li Guanyi's aura was enough to envelope them all, gradually adjusting the rhythm of the charge, and finally creating a situation of connected auras.

Like mercury splashed on the ground, it flows as desired.

At this moment, due to the leadership of the famous general, the compatibility of these motley Western Region warriors at the moment of charging into battle reached the threshold level of the second-line corps in the Central Plains.

The second-line regiments in the Central Plains are not even qualified to confront the main force of the Qilin Army. Among the city-states in the Western Region, they are no longer comparable to these noble safari armies.

In the hundreds of years of troubled times in the Central Plains, there have been countless heroes and heroes.

In the Western Regions, Buddhism fools the people and uses their blood as a whip to beat the common people. This level of aristocratic coalition has no qualifications to compete with the generals who have been involved in the troubled times of the Central Plains.

Only those heroes who have honed their fierce and wild nature in this desert are the opponents of the famous generals of the Central Plains.

Li Guanyi saw a big man wearing heavy armor at a glance. He abandoned the others and clapped his horse forward, waving a spear in his hand. All opponents who stood in front of him were thrown away. The general was furious and held his hand.

A broadsword with a thick back, he slapped his horse to meet him.

"Central Plains Traveling Merchant!?"

"We are no match for the Wolf King's son."

"Do you really think that just any Central Plains person can defeat us?!"

With just one strike, a spear danced in the hand of the Central Plains man opposite.

The general felt as if he was shocked.

The heavy knife in his hand was directly pierced. The gun was like a swimming dragon. There was only a cold light in front of him, and the general was stabbed through the throat. In a daze, he recalled escorting supplies to the front line.

A famous general with a reputation for bravery within a thousand miles was killed by the son of the Wolf King wearing a white shirt with the same gun skills.

【Destroy...Mountain】?!

The name of this move came to his mind.

His head was exploded by the force of the gun, and it rolled and fell, but in a daze, one last thought emerged.

The Central Plains people destroyed the mountains.

Why.

More domineering than the elegant and chivalrous son of the Wolf King?!

who is he?!

Li Guanyi relied on the strength of the two war horses to easily accomplish the goal of killing the general. He raised his spear high and shouted in Western dialect: "The enemy general has been killed by me!!!"

The Western Regions are different from the grasslands.

In the iron pagoda on the grassland, once the centurion is killed in battle, no matter what the reason is, the soldiers under his command fail to kill the opponent and avenge the centurion. It is a capital crime. These aristocratic coalition forces in the desert city-states of the Western Regions are not so fierce.

Vigor.

Fan Qing and Changsun Wuchuan broke into the battlefield from two other directions.

Cutting with the method that the Qilin Army is good at, even if it is hundreds of people against two thousand people, it can be suppressed with the help of momentum, formation, and warriors. It is a pity that what Fan Qing is good at is actually Yuwen Tianxian's lineage.

It is a multi-arms compound combat based on chariots, heavy armored infantry, crossbowmen, and pikemen.

The knight's field is not so good.

This is the scope of Ling Ping Yang and Yu Wenhua.

This is also related to the personalities of different generals. Fan Qing is stable, Yu Wenhua is fierce, Fan Qing is calm, and Yu Wenhua is willful. As military strategists say, Feng Lin is like a volcano, Fan Qing is like a mountain, and Yu Wenhua is like fire.

Li Guanyi suddenly thought of that unruly son of the Yuwen family. He didn't know that in this troubled world, they would still meet one day. His palm trembled, and the blood on the spear fell to the ground, thinking.

Troubled times are the end of the world. If you and I don't die, we will definitely meet each other.

The battlefield ended quickly. After the first charge and the second cut, when the people in the camp left more than a hundred corpses and even the general was captured, the entire morale collapsed completely.

The noble man wearing luxurious silk clothes was about to leave, but he was caught up by Li Guanyi. He raised his hand and shot an arrow. The Xue family's magic shot went smoothly and shot through the hand of the noble man. The latter obviously had martial arts.

, but he screamed and fell to the ground with his hands in his hands, crying.

Li Guanyi quickly passed by and leaned over to lift the guy up.

"It's a waste of this third-level heavenly skill."

He was surprised to see that this noble man had delicate skin, soft muscles and soft bones, but also had a power similar to the internal strength of the Central Plains. He shook his hands and threw him in front of the corpse of the general over there. The man screamed and his body was shaking.

Li Guan moved his wrist, his inner energy circulated, and he picked up the knife that the man had dropped.

A knife made of gold is not heavy, but it still weighs two or three pounds.

As thin as a cicada's wing, the scabbard is made of precious red sandalwood and is inlaid with seven gems.

Gold is soft in texture. Li Guanyi was worried that if he shot an arrow through the sword, the value of the sword would deteriorate, so he shot through his wrist.

There were Buddhist scriptures engraved on the blade, many of which had words to encourage people to do good. When Li Guan caught a glimpse of it, it said something like "In the next life, you will be poor and enjoy wealth, and a woman will have a male body." He put the sword away.

After experiencing the intensity of the battlefield in the Central Plains, the warriors of the Qilin Army easily completed this battle. Saatanti stayed here at a loss. The previous warrior's face turned pale, and he stretched out his knife to hold the little girl hostage.

But it had been penetrated directly by an arrow.

The broad-shouldered warrior fell down with a scream, while the bow string in the hands of the young man sitting on the horse was still whistling slightly.

The sound of horse hoofbeats was clear. Saatanti looked at the Central Plains people wearing Western-style clothes approaching under the sun. She smiled and didn't say anything. She just took something out of her arms and threw something into her arms.

She recovered from the huge impact and subconsciously held the thing, only to find it was a mirror. Li Guanyi turned over and said with a smile: "I haven't given you my gift yet, why are you here?"

Already?"

He didn't ask you if you were okay with these things. It's not good to come here.

He just talked about the previous agreement lightly, as if nothing happened before.

Saatanti held the mirror and smiled with relief.

Others in the camp wanted to escape, but they encountered Pan Wanxiu's motorcycle.

Gongsun Huai stayed in the tribe, and the Mohist master followed him.

He also brought his carriage with him——

Mohist disciples always feel as uneasy as if they were running naked on the street without having any organs with them.

It was modified and pieced together from the wooden boxes used by Saatanti and his tribe to pull luggage, and was used to deploy the crossbow machine of the Gongsun family. However, this honest master of the academy could also pull four horses with one hand.

A carriage pulled by a chariot is racing on the road pulling a load of things.

Pan Wanxiu said shyly that it was nothing.

I just say that this is the foundation in the academy.

Even the warriors from the Western Regions couldn't help but marvel at the legendary academy. Fan Qing and the others were very experienced and quickly took over the camp.

"Most of them are leather armor, there are more than two hundred, there are not many heavy armors, only thirty-three, there are 2,600 bows, 300 horses, 500 shields, countless arrows, as well as food, grass, fire

Oil, iron, salt and other supplies are the supply team heading to the front line."

"There are also five hundred cattle and sheep, and three boxes of gold, silver and other items."

"As for the prisoners..."

Changsun Wuchuan paused. After being defeated by the generals of the Qilin Army, the warriors in these camps bullied the weak and feared the strong, and either surrendered or begged for mercy. According to the original military orders of the Qilin Army, they would accept these surrendered enemy troops.

However, the Western Regions are different from the Central Plains, and the historical factors here are more complex.

The eyes of the warriors from the Western Regions, whose own tribe was being hunted as if they were prey, were red.

The anger and sorrow of these long years of oppression, loved ones were shot to death like animals or rabbits, young children were plundered and taken away as serfs and female slaves, and sent to the front line to serve the cavalry and generals.

The anger that had accumulated over the years was like fire and finally exploded.

Hundreds of years of hatred and unwillingness are surging, and they want to completely burn out those who beat them with whips - avenge their relatives, avenge the old man, continue to fight, hacking to the point where the scimitar of poor quality is not enough.
To be continued...