The eagle flew past the sky.

On the grass, the ponytail was shaking, and the black horse chewed the tender green grass and took small steps leisurely. The bright spring day dragged the shadows across the ground. Another team of five thousand people from south to north was resting on the spot. The Chinese conversation occasionally sounded among the crowd. The generals sat down in a circle and discussed the war on the north side of Hiraoka.

"The cavalry of the Suonu should have arrived, but I don't know if this guy will work or not. It doesn't matter what Pan Wushuang does, just because he is afraid that Cao Ang will have a problem and affect the alliance's relationship." Probably, the Black Mountain Cavalry General Yan Rou looked over there and stood looking at the back of the north with a deep analysis: "Chief, the number of Wuhuan people should be quite large. Nearly half of the soldiers around Gongzi Ang are Youyan infantry, and the way of fighting formation is quite good. If it is equal or a little more, it is not easy to leave with more than two thousand people. Obviously, there are too many Wuhuan people coming, so they will take a defensive attitude to ask for help."

Dian Wei rubbed the iron halberd and stood up: "What else can I delay? Old Pan might have been cut by the Wuhuan people."

Everyone did not move, and their eyes were all looking at the backs over there. The wind stroking the wolf velvet on the collar armor. Gongsun Zhi turned around and followed everyone's eyes, with a cold expression and raised his hand: "We've been hunting for a long time."

He said, walking back and sitting among the generals, his tone was not high, he just smiled and said in a simple and peaceful manner: "I like people on the grassland. They don't have tall and thick cities. When the cavalry entered the camp, they watched them run away in panic or rebellious expressions. I sincerely like it, look! There are Wuhuan and Xianbei tribes everywhere."

"Brother! Isn't Cao Ang going to save him?" Gongsun Xu opened his mouth and looked at everyone. He felt that he was not qualified and shouldn't have spoken in front of everyone. Then the voice gradually became weaker.

"There will naturally be rescued by the Lou Nu." Gongsun Zhi's eyes swept over the generals and his smile became stronger: "Even if he does not work hard, as long as the troops go over and don't fight, the Wuhuan people will be cautious and dare not attack again. The final decision of our past is not very important. Why not come to a spring hunt?"

He paused for a moment, stretched out his hands, smiled and showed his white teeth: "Everyone, how?"

In the bright sky, the cavalry gathered again, and the vast cavalry were like ants passing through the border, paving in the sky, with flags and horse hooves surging, and a huge hunt began to the northeast.

More than ten miles away, the ravines and mountains connect the wilderness. Below is a small, peaceful tribe with smoke rising from cooking fires. A small river flows quietly by not far away. The women in the tribe use pots to fetch water in the river, and the children with snots play with small wooden bows beside them. Occasionally, dog barking came from the grass in the distance. Then he heard his mother's call and ran back naked, and went back with the woman.

In the bright sunlight of spring, the dogs driving away the flock of sheep barked in a certain direction, as if something was coming to this side. The mother and son who were fetching water stopped, and the Wuhuan people around him also stopped. The dogs barked wilder and fiercer. The child with snot looked over to the south and looked into the distance, and the surging black lines appeared on the skyline like waves.

In the spring light, the quiet tribe was broken, and the iron hooves swayed and thundered the earth.

The pottery pot filled with water fell from the rough hands and shattered on the ground with a bang. The Wuhuan woman's eyes widened. She saw the knight running and roaring in fluffy armor, and the leather helmet on her head had the helmets marked by the Han people. She looked like she was not a Han person from Liaodong. She suddenly screamed and shouted, and ran towards the tribe to remind her tribe to escape.

A large number of cavalry charged forward and got closer. The woman suddenly realized her child and hurriedly ran back and forth. The flock of sheep on the field was bleating and neighing in panic and neighing, running around. The barking dog hid in chaos with its tails and ran wildly, and then rolled into the horse's hooves. The baby with two braids looked ahead blankly. Hearing the mother's scream, he sucked his nose and looked back, then looked forward, with horror.

The cavalry pushed over like a wall.

The woman ran faster and faster. Someone among the rushing cavalry pulled a bow and shot an arrow. When blood was splattering in the chest of the running woman, the Wuhuan woman cried and ran for two steps before she fell down. The sound of horse hooves in her ears approached. She tried hard to open her eyes. In her blurry vision, the little child running towards her was drowned in the torrent with a look of horror on her face.

"Ah" the woman cried heart-wrenchingly.

Countless horse hooves stepped over, and the bright red dyed the soil. Under the black Canglang flag, groups of cavalry crashed into the tribe of the Wuhuan people. Torches and blades ignited or tore the running bodies. The thick smoke rose into the sky with the wind, and hundreds of corpses spread all over the corners. The wolf rider kept passing through the camp for a moment and headed towards the next prey.

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On the Pinggang hillside, the Wuhuan people retreated.

There were corpses everywhere in the ragged camp, wounded, and the muddy ground smelled of blood. Pan Feng's horn helmet had fallen off, and he wrapped a bandage on his forehead, dragging the giant axe to search for a figure. The pain stimulated him, preventing his body from fainting so quickly. Finally, he saw Cao Ang in a corner of a camp. The two great scholars who were captured were running around invisibly to help the soldiers deal with the wounds.

Cao Ang's chest, arms and even thighs were bandaged. He bleeded too much and his face turned pale. The gap-cutting sword and the sunken shield were placed at his feet within reach. After weakly thanking Guan Ning's bandage, Pan Feng's figure came towards this side.

"Did General Pan come reinforcements? Otherwise, why would the Wuhuan people retreat?"

"The reinforcements are coming, and it's too far to see who leads the troops. It's possible that they are Xianbei cavalry."

"Help me up." Cao Ang gritted his teeth, reached out and held the arm handed in front, and tried to make himself struggle from the ground: "No matter what, we can't let the brothers die in vain. Let's be prepared to attack forward and backward."

The eagle flew across the clouds.

At the same time, rows of war horses spewed heavily and digged the ground. The Xianbei knights tightened the reins. Suonu drove the horses out of the crowd under the escort of his personal soldiers and walked a distance towards the Wuhuan camp below. Tadun also hit the horse and looked at the figure coming from the opposite side, and his eyes narrowed: "Suonu! Are you a dog for the Han people?!"

King Gongsun was startled by his words and quickly grabbed Tadun: "Be careful not to anger him."

"Get out of here, useless waste!" Tadun cursed angrily. When he pushed the other person away, the loftun heard the other person's words and his heart sank. The proud grassland warrior was kissed by the wolf. It was a pain that he could not erase. But it was implicated and endured humiliation. These people could not understand. He slowly stretched out his arm to hold the hilt of the knife, looked at the two people quarreling expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Tatun, you don't need to understand some things, and you don't understand. It's better to be a dog than to die. When one day, you also face such a choice, I hope you remember your backbone today."

After the words came, the blade was buzzing and lifted up.

On the hillside, five thousand Xianbei cavalry shook their reins, and their horse's hooves slowly moved their pace, getting faster and faster. As the sword was slashed down, the horse's hooves rolled and launched a roaring rush. They bowed one by one on the horse's back. The man raised his hands, and the arrows left the strings, and thousands of black shadows made buzzing sounds, covering the sky and the sun, extending hundreds of feet.

The guards around Tadun stepped forward, raised their shields and connected them together. Then the sounds around them were crackling sounds. Arrows were nailed to the shield and bounced away. Some were screaming in pain and screaming in pain, while others were running and shouting at the archer to fight back. In the huge camp, countless steps were rushing next to the corpse that was hit by the arrow, and began to build defenses. After the rain of arrows, Tadun ran towards the camp tensely.

The Xianbei bows and cavalry rushed down the hillside and hugged the entire camp like flowing water. Arrows kept shooting out from their hands that suppressed the Wuhuan people in the camp. The opposite side had already raised their shields, or with the help of whistle towers, tents, and wooden railings, the Wuhuan archers hid behind and gave fierce shots, and the arrows fell in the sky between the two sides.

Suonu stood on the gentle slope, observed for a while, pointing at the gate on the flank of Wuhuan Camp. Soon after, the messenger blew a desolate horn. Another 2,000-number Xianbei cavalry that had been on standby tightened their bodies. Under the leadership of the head man, they pressed down their spears, rushed down with a spear, and launched a rushing charge.

On the slope of Pinggang.

"It is Suonu's Xianbei cavalry opportunity to attack Wuhuan people from front and back"

The speaking figure was shaking and dragging the weapon out a few steps. Pan Feng pinched his shoulder and threw it into the arms of a guard. He put on his armor and carried a giant axe on his back. His former expression disappeared and he burst out with a terrifying aura.

He looked at Cao Ang and said, "I'll go."

His figure slowly urged the war horse to walk out of the camp gate, and the voice sounded: "Today, I will go out to the village to fight, and I will show my courage. A real man should return with his body in a horse leather. If you can fight again, you can go with me!" The horse's hooves ran, and more than a thousand soldiers with unclear injuries responded loudly behind him, carrying swords and rushing down the hill with the figures of the war horses.

Pan Feng raised his giant axe, rushed to the sea of ​​people ahead, and roared sternly: "I am General Pan Wushuang."
Chapter completed!