The horse's hooves roared, Qi Meng raised his head and looked at the opposite hillside, his scalp tightened to the extreme.

In the gloomy morning light.

A "giant wall" reflecting the cold light of weapons was pushed forward, like a turbulent tide, with layers of charges like a wave of tide, and the power of rushing down from a small slope seemed to crush everything.

"Go! Retreat"

Qi Meng crossed the reins, turned around and ran away quickly, and shouted hard to greet his subordinates, running wildly in the direction of Bailang Mountain. Dozens of Wuhuan cavalry who heard his voice turned around and ran with him. The rest heard movements, but it was too late for the people and horses to be trapped in the fight. Li Heizi wiped the blood on his face and shouted loudly: "Turn, don't worry about them, kill into the Wuhuan tribe!"

The war horse was running, and the wolf cavalry scout left the Wuhuan people who were fighting, hurriedly pulled away, turned to the Wuhuan tribe on the other side of the wilderness. The Wuhuan people left behind saw the cavalry formation pushed over and made a "Wooah ah" fearful voice and began to run away desperately. The person who lost the war horse was still crying in despair behind the buttocks of the companion horse.

Bai Langyi is advancing from the high speed

"Let me get on the horse!" Some Wuhuan people cried and made their last voice.

Boom boom boom boom.... Rumble...

The roaring horse hooves drowned out all the sounds that should be in the early morning, and the figures of fleeing were approaching the back of the Wuhuan cavalry. A lame running soldier turned around and swept with a spear, hitting the chest of the sprinting war horse. The moment the huge force bounced the spear out of his hand, the iron gun pressed from above penetrated his chest, lifted high, and then landed on the ground and rolled into countless splashing horse hooves, torn to pieces.

More Wuhuan cavalry running slowly, or no war horses, were instantly submerged by iron hooves in the sound of ghosts and wolves. The bones cracked and broke and sounded under the horse hooves from time to time. The internal organs and flesh were sprinkled with the soil, leaving a bright red piece on the earth.

Crossing a hillside, Qi Meng turned his head and shouted: "Go and notify the people from the tribe in front, retreat immediately and retreat to Bailang Mountain."

The Wuhuan Cavalry, who heard the signal of asking for help, looked at the cavalry advancing in a mighty manner, turned around and ran away without saying a word, and wanted to intercept it. Before getting close, they were shot by the cavalry's arrows and ran away, and even were directly submerged.

"I want to leave..." The voice was very light, but it suddenly floated into my ears.

The white horse hooves moved wildly, and continued to pursue them. Qi Meng subconsciously turned back again, and the figure of the white horse silver spear followed him steadily, gradually approaching, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Stop this man!"

Several Wuhuan cavalry turned their horses and turned around. After hearing the sound of the tumbling sounds, Qi Meng turned around and saw the Han general who was killing from behind smashing the head with one shot. He drew his sword from his waist and cut another Wuhuan cavalry off his head. It was as relaxed as cutting melons and vegetables. He couldn't help feeling a little worried. He was already a capable minister who was more brave under his command. It would be okay to deal with two or three, but he could not do so easily.

"A powerful general..."

His thoughts floated for a moment.

....

Large areas of cattle and sheep lowered their heads and chewed the grass, then raised their heads. The shepherd in a tattered fur coat stopped the whip in his hand, spit out the grass roots hanging in his mouth, and looked at the direction of the roar. Gradually, the earth was shaking. More than ten riders in their sight ran towards this side in scattered manner, and then a surging wave swept over.

The Wuhuan cavalry running over ignored him and ran into the tribe and caused a brief riot. Qi Meng was injured in his arm and was covered in blood. He shouted at the dazed shepherd and the Wuhuan people who walked out of the tribe not far away, saying, "Run quickly."

Behind him, the horse's hooves approached like thunder.

The people in the tribe heard the movement and looked at the figure rushing from afar and shouted something. The next second, Qi Meng's chest sounded, and the spear head penetrated through, and his whole body was picked in the air. His mouth was opened wide with an extreme bloody wide open, and he shouted his last words heart-wrenchingly: "Go away quickly."

Below the hanging corpse, the wolf rider sprinted densely, waving a spear, and shouting from the blade, "Haa!" The loud sound of the rushing sound rushed straight ahead and made a noisy tribe. The terrifying rush carried a huge impact, and the terrifying Wuhuan herders were knocked down and drowned under the high-speed propulsion horse hooves. The blood line kept flying around on the ground, and a tent was also flattened in the wave sweeping, smoke and dust filled the crying child was held by his father and wanted to escape from the tribe. After all, the speed was not enough. The cavalry chased by his tail and the children in his arms were strung to the ground.

An old man with thin skin, black and thin Wuhuan shouted and took out a rough spear, shouting "Wow!", tears filled his turbid eyes and rushed towards the most conspicuous white horse that was recently.

The war horse neighed, the silver armor on its arms trembled slightly, and the dragon gall gun buzzed through the air. Zhao Yun didn't look over there, his eyes swept across the almost flat tribe, and ordered the messenger beside him: "Fight quickly and decide quickly, the lord has orders to clear everything on the road of the army."

"Kill them all?"

Under the white helmet tassel, Zhao Yun nodded slightly, "No grass left." He suddenly withdrew his arm, and with a puff sound, the spear head was pulled out of the twitching old man's mouth, and only the red tide was still spreading in his eyes.

The vision was drawn into the sky and more than ten miles ahead of the tribe that had ignited the war. The five thousand Black Mountain Cavalry charged against another Wuhuan tribe almost the same time. The black wolf flag was surrounded by the crowd and rushed into the tribe like a torrent.

Another massacre.

Before several Wuhuan cavalry resting in this tribe could get on their horses, they were stabbed by several long spears. A Wuhuan man who looked quite fierce was directly chopped into two pieces by the giant axe that was chopped off and flew out to smash a tent. Pan Feng held the handle of the axe in his hands and roared at the herdsmen running around.

"Where are you who are generals... the leader is also!!!"

Amid the roar, he did not kill the running Wuhuan herders. While walking, he looked for targets to attack. The surrounding Heishan cavalry seemed fanatical and easy to kill. In the chaos, the Mercedes-Benz Black Mountain cavalry lit a torch and threw it on the tent. The flames rose for a moment, and the thick smoke rolled into the sky with shrill screams. The entire tribe had fallen into the sea of ​​fire. The body of the fire was slashed, and the woman covered in blood ran around, making heart-wrenching screams.

Soon after, whether it was resisting or not, the sound disappeared here. The fire shone on the cavalry with guns and knives and finished stabbing the corpses. Outside the tribe, the sound of horse hooves pedaled closer, and hundreds of guard wolf riders surrounded Gongsun Zhi and came first.

"Don't stay for a long time. Keep walking forward while the Bailang Mountain hasn't reacted yet."

He said softly, reached out and took a bow from someone else's hand, picked up and shot at a crawling Wuhuan woman on the ground, "If you are not dead, don't waste your time, hurry up and go to the next tribe."

The figure who was killed by the arrow stopped moving. Gongsun Zhi threw the bow to the guard and took the lead in running. More than 5,000 cavalry around him ran away with him.

Black smoke rolled across the sky and overlooked the earth. In this morning sunshine, the two teams moving forward were like two giant arms sweeping out the bloody road left and right towards Bailang Mountain. Beacons, scouts, defeated soldiers, and fleeing herdsmen were all extending over the next moment.

After receiving the news, Tadun, Lou Ban, Nengchen Li and others were stunned for a moment, and then went crazy to mobilize all the young and strong people in their tribe. However, outside Bailang Mountain, countless Wuhuan tribes were suffering indescribable invasion.
Chapter completed!