In the vast night, Gesinger looked at the huge shadow in front of him, as if a monster that had been dormant in this desert for thousands of years. He didn't know when it would wake up, and then opened his bloody mouth and swallowed everyone in one bite.

The moon in the desert was very bright. I saw it carefully, but it was the Tucheng that had besieged a remnant army of Ning Army before. Gesinger let out a long sigh. There was nothing to worry about when he arrived at this Tucheng. It was only about fifty miles away from the camp. Even if Ning people used any tricks, he sent someone to send a letter back, and the troops in the camp would be able to support him soon.

"Send someone to visit Tucheng!"

Gsinger ordered.

A group of hundreds of cavalry left the group of people and rushed towards the Tucheng. Gesinger held up a thousand miles away and watched his team merge into the night. The Ning army cavalry, which had only a few hundred people, seemed to have been swallowed by the awakened monster and could not see any trace.

Gsinger waited for a while but did not see the sent out people returning the news. He illusion that the hundreds of people he sent were also swallowed by monsters.

"Don't worry."

Gesinger had a very bad premonition in his heart. He had never felt so bad in his leadership for so many years. During the night, he didn't know where the enemy was or how many enemies there were. Although he comforted himself over and over again that there were only 60,000 or 70,000 Ning army in the entire Houque country, and even if he came, he could not stop his ten thousand warlike cavalry from rushing out.

Consolation is the only one who is afraid of being afraid.

The elusive cavalry of the Ning Army a few days ago made him feel that something was wrong. The Ning people before were not like this, and a person's leadership style would not change suddenly. The only reasonable explanation is that this cavalry team of thousands of people was not Ning Army who was trapped in Houque Country before, but a newcomer.

But there are only a few thousand new people, which is not true. If Ning Jun’s reinforcements come to rescue the trapped comrades, what is the operation of only a few thousand people coming?

Even if there were thousands of people who really came, how could they interspersed through his tightly guarded siege?

Could it be that the earth city ahead is not a monster, and the new General Ning Jun who led the troops is a ghost?

People cannot think randomly. The more they think randomly, the more absurd it is. Many things that others will sneer at when they say, but when they think about it, they feel more and more reasonable and become more and more superstitious.

"Go back to camp, go back to camp!"

Gsinger suddenly gave a loud command.

"General, our scout team has not returned yet."

"It's been so long and haven't come back yet, don't you think there is something wrong?"

Gersinger was almost furious: "I can't have anything to do. I am the commander-in-chief and return to the camp!"

"General, our team will go to Tucheng for about a moment."

The marching consultant also became a little wrong, because the general became less and less wrong.

"A moment?"

Gersinger was stunned: "Why does it feel like that a full hour has passed?"

At this time, the team sent out returned. The cavalry of hundreds of people was like a huge bat flying back, hiding his blood-sucking fangs in the dark. Duodie glanced at the returned cavalry and ordered: "The general has an order, don't pursue the Ningren cavalry anymore, and go back to the camp."

The messenger immediately ran out to the back of the team, shouting the general's military order one by one.

The pathfinder cavalry who came back from the front roared, and the person in charge was an lieutenant. He rode his horse in front of Gsinger and jumped off the horse's back, and fell to the ground with one knee: "General, the Ning army in front is very strange."

Gersinger looked down and said, "What's the matter?"

The captain Anxi raised his head and said, with a scarf covering his face, but his eyes were particularly bright: "They actually came to you."

Gesinger was stunned and had not yet reacted. Chen Leng, wearing the costume of the Rest Captain, suddenly grabbed the front legs of Gesinger's mount. With one arm, the war horse made a neigh and was dragged down. The war horse fell to the ground. Gesinger fell off guard. Chen Leng grabbed Gesinger's neck and turned around and left as if carrying a chicken.

Gsinger's personal soldiers then reacted and shouted forward, but Gsinger did not dare to fire arrows in Shen Leng's hands. Chen Leng carried Gsinger and turned onto the horse. Hundreds of cavalry behind him had already been prepared, and turned around to block Chen Leng's back and rushed out in front.

"Save the general back!"

Duo Di roared, and the cavalry team of Anxu rushed forward like a tide. The team rushed to the vicinity of Tucheng. Suddenly, feather arrows came all over the sky. There were countless Daning soldiers standing on the sand dunes around. Under the order of Chen Leng, no one cared about what to do if the feather arrows were shot. Just shoot a feather arrow all the way toward the cavalry team of Anxu.

Arrows like rain fell from the sky, and the Anxu cavalry fell one by one from the horse's back. Some people fell down and their feet were still hanging on the saddle. The people were not dead, but were dragged forward by the war horses. The wailing sounded so shrill in the night. The war horses behind them stepped on the belly of the landed cavalry, and they stomped their stomachs with one kick. The bloody intestines were squeezed out of the hole, and then covered with yellow sand.

The Ning army's feather arrows kept shooting towards the cavalry, and they vented their hatred. The hatred of the war soldiers of the Daning Xinwei character, just as Chen Leng told them before coming. Whether you are the soldiers of the Xinwei character, the soldiers of the Wu character, or the soldiers of the Geng character, they are all the soldiers of the Daning war soldiers. The hatred of the war soldiers brothers is the national hatred and the military hatred.

One by one, the resting men were shot over. This scene was so familiar. When the Xin Guard soldiers were ambushed by enemies who were several times more than their own, they also suffered heavy losses.

From the flank, a light cavalry of thousands of people came out of the Tucheng City. The leader was Chen Ran. He led thousands of cavalry and crashed into the cavalry team of the Anshu, inserted it like a sharp knife and cut it out horizontally, dividing the Anshu team into two, and then turning the light cavalry after killing the enemy again, and the knife was inserted into the Anshu's heart again.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield shattered the already small clouds, and the moon in the sky and night became even brighter.

"Blow the horn!"

"attack!"

The sound of trumpets sounded, and the Daning soldiers who were ambushing on both sides rushed down the sand dunes. The cavalry had cut off the sabre team, and they would use the Daning sword in their hands to cut the enemies one by one.

Chen Leng rushed forward with hundreds of cavalrymen. The chasing cavalry behind were shot to death one after another. Before they could catch up, the Daning war soldiers who came from both sides submerged the siege people like a tide.

Chen Leng led the team to a circle and returned to Tucheng. He stopped the horse and threw Gesinger to the ground. Gesinger had just been strangled by Chen Leng and sat in front of the horse with his neck strangled. He was almost suffocated. He was thrown hard at this time. He felt that his internal organs had been displaced. After struggling for a few times, he couldn't stand up. He finally supported his hands.

He got up on the ground, Chen Leng got off the horse's back and kicked him in the chest. The kick was so strong that Gesinger, who had just stood up, turned back several times before he stopped. His neck seemed to be broken, and there was a thunder sound in his head. The severe pain in his chest seemed to tell him that his internal organs must have been kicked by this kick, and perhaps his ribs were broken.

Chen Leng strode over and slapped the iron helmet on Gsinger's head, leaned over and grabbed Gsinger's hair and dragged people forward. Gsinger's legs kept pedaling, but it was meaningless. In Shen Leng's hands, even if he struggled and used up his physical strength, it would be useless.

Chen Leng grabbed Gsinger's hair and dragged the man onto the Tucheng City Wall. When he went up to the city wall, Gsinger's body hit the steps one after another. When the man arrived on the city wall, he had no strength.

On the city wall, Chen Leng lifted Gesinger with force and pointed at the battlefield ahead: "Did you see it? Do you think it looks familiar?"

Gesinger had no energy to see Chen Leng's fingers. His head was buzzing as if it was exploded. Chen Leng threw Gesinger on the ground: "Take off his armor!"

The personal soldiers, like wolves and tigers, rushed up and stripped off the armor of Gsinger's body. The two personal soldiers pressed Gsinger's shoulder and let him kneel there, facing the direction of the battlefield.

"I have been thinking about how to kill you from the first day of entering Houque. Someone has said that there is no good or evil on the battlefield, no right or wrong, only the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. I spent ten days to lure you out of the camp, just to make you pay your blood debts and let you know that the Daning warriors will never become bandits, and will always be the king on the battlefield."

Ten days, Chen Leng knew what he was going to do from the beginning. If he wanted to get the trapped army in Houque State to break out of the encirclement, the first thing was to boost the morale of the army. There was nothing more exciting than revenge.

"You shouldn't have come."

Chen Leng signaled, and a personal soldier came over, grabbed Gsinger's hair and pulled his head up.

The cold black thread knife was unsheathed, and a cold light sprinkled out in the night, but stopped when it was about to be cut down.

"You should learn to respect your enemy. Even if General Mo, a soldier of Xin Guard, was defeated and died, you should not insult his body. If you ask someone to whip it with a horse whip and then cut off his head, General Mo's body can no longer be found. The head is in La Liga, and the soldiers of Daning will never endure humiliation. How do people treat me, how do I treat others."

Several personal soldiers pulled out the horse whip and whipped hard on Gsinger. After a moment, the thin layer of single clothes was pulled away, and his body was covered in blood. Gsinger rolled and wailed on the city wall in pain. Such a proud general of the Rest Empire was beaten and begged for mercy.

Under the city, the Daning soldiers who had been encircled will not give the enemy any chance to counterattack. Chen Leng strictly ordered that the enemy must be solved within one hour. It is only fifty miles away from the Anshu Camp. When the enemy notices the situation, they will send people to check it. They will not rashly send troops, but will send scouts first. When the scouts rush back, the Anshu will reorganize the army before coming. It will take at least two hours.

"No prisoners left."

Chen Leng shouted to the city.

He raised the black thread knife, and the personal soldiers grabbed Gsinger's hair and pulled their heads up again. The cold black thread knife swept across the board, and the knife cuts through Gsinger's neck, and a stream of blood gushed out like a waterfall.

"Two months of taboo!"
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