Jia Rong galloped his horse without looking back. Murong's banner in Xianbei was waving to him. Capture the thieves and capture the king. These important figures in Xianbei were right in front of him. To catch them was to seize victory. Murong
Feng's proud appearance saved Jia Rong's time in searching for Commander Xianbei.
To Jia Rong's expectation, the Xianbei people went crazy and came towards the cavalry resolutely. From their actions, Jia Rong felt a kind of paranoia. This kind of paranoia was very similar to that of the soldiers of the Xiliang Army. They would do anything to achieve their goals.
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No matter how brave the Blood Guards are, they are only human beings. When they are finally exhausted, in the dense Xianbei army, they can forcefully reach the central army. How courageous it is.
Jia Rong no longer knew how many wounds there were on his body. He only knew that his mind was a little dizzy and the scimitar in his hand became heavier and heavier. "Is it going to stop here?" Such a thought flashed through Jia Rong's mind.
"No!" In the distance, there are Wei Fu and Cai Yan waiting eagerly. Spirit Realm
The tiger's mouth cracked and its steel teeth shattered. Jia Rong roared angrily and killed a Xianbei captain with a powerful and heavy blow from his scimitar.
The blood guards who followed behind tightly surrounded Jia Rong, and the sound of swords and guns entering flesh could be heard in Jia Rong's ears.
After getting a brief breather, Jia Rong raised his eyes and looked forward. He was only about a hundred steps away from the Xianbei commander. Within a stone's throw, with a little effort, it was possible to defeat this group of Xianbei commanders who did not take the Han people seriously.
Capture.
Jia Rong's eyes couldn't help but shed tears. In just a moment, more than a dozen Blood Guards were killed. Seeing them die without regrets, Jia Rong gritted his steel teeth and shouted hysterically: "Kill!
"
The extra-large machete easily killed two Xianbei soldiers with one swing, leaving blood all over the floor and a look of disbelief on their faces. The remaining blood guards exploded completely, and their already depleted strength was filled up in an instant.
, there seemed to be endless strength all over his body.
Murong Feng's face was calm, but he had already stirred up a storm in his heart. The combat effectiveness of the Han cavalry was far beyond imagination. The strange scimitar and the superb riding skills of the cavalry made this veteran who had experienced many battles unable to stop leaning forward slightly.
"The cavalry will win!" Jia Rong shouted.
The remaining two hundred blood guards were shocked when they heard this, and they roared in unison. More than two hundred people were insignificant on the battlefield, but the momentum of the roar was not to be underestimated.
Xianbei had a large number of infantry, while Xiliang's army was weak but had cavalry. The battle between the two sides was in full swing.
"Fire the arrow!" Murong Feng ordered without hesitation. It was undeniable that he admired the Han general in front of him very much, but after many years of fighting with Tan Shihuai, he had never seen such an amazing and talented person.
In front of them, talent only shines for a moment, and the appearance of a famous star among the Han people will be the biggest blow to the Xianbei people.
The bravery of the Han people shocked the Xianbei people. This one-sided massacre without regard for their own soldiers caused numerous casualties to the Xianbei people next to the Blood Guard. The charging soldiers looked around blankly, looking for the culprit of the arrow rain.
A hail of arrows took away the lives of more than thirty Blood Guards. The Blood Guards, who were highly skilled in riding, were already weak under the continuous high-load battles. When the arrows came, they instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that they were stiff.
The body cannot move an inch.
If a blood guard hadn't been protecting Jia Rong at the critical moment, Jia Rong would have been shot through by the oncoming arrows. The wolf-fang arrows on the grassland were very sharp.
The Xianbei soldiers were stunned by a hail of arrows from their own camp. They forgot their commander's orders and were temporarily stagnant.
The Blood Guards took the opportunity to rush forward, getting closer and closer to the "Murong" banner. Jia Rongqiang cheered up and killed three Xianbei soldiers in succession.
Murong Feng sneered, and slowly rode his horse back, not giving the enemy any chance. Murong Feng had been on the battlefield all his life, how could he not understand the intentions of the Han cavalry.
Jia Rong pulled Murong Li off his horse with one hand and shouted: "This is your commander's son. If you don't move away, I will kill you."
The Xianbei people couldn't understand what Jia Rong was talking about, but they saw the pale Murong Li in Jia Rong's hands. Murong Feng fought all his life, and got Murong Li as his son in his later years. He loved him very much, and he was famous among Xianbei people as a calf protector.
Murong Feng, who was about to evacuate, saw the figure in Jia Rong's hand. He was not surprised by Jia Rong's strength. He wanted to make the soldiers stop, but he could not delay the military mission because of this. His heart was full of contradictions. Xianbei soldiers appeared.
He paused briefly and looked at Murong Feng quietly. As long as he gave an order, not to mention Murong Li in front of them, even the leader, they would dare to rush forward. Spirit Realm
With Jia Rong's eyesight, he could see all the changes in Murong Feng's expression. He was secretly proud that this Xianbei dandy could produce surprising results at the critical moment. He unconsciously increased his strength with his hands, and Murong Li screamed spinelessly.
Several times.
The Xianbei soldiers stopped fighting. The commander's beloved son was slightly injured. They could not afford the consequences. The blood guards guarded Jia Rong.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jia Rong threw Murong Li forward fiercely, and rode towards Murong Feng. In adversity, human potential will always be maximized. In Jia Rong's hands, a person weighing more than 100 kilograms seemed to be
It's just a toy, just thrown away.
"Behead a general out of a million troops!" Jia Rong suddenly thought of this plot.
Murong Feng, who loved his son deeply, was in a state of confusion. When a sword was placed on his neck, he felt full of regret. His moment of wisdom was lost in old age. This is not the most important thing. As the commander-in-chief of the Xianbei Army, he was in the army.
The center is the core existence. Thinking of the scene of Xianbei being torn apart, Murong Feng closed his eyes helplessly.
The battlefield changed in just an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the Xiliang army, which was still at a disadvantage, captured Murong Feng.
Murong Feng had a prestige in Xianbei that was difficult for a leader to possess. Tan Shihuai was the most respected general at that time, and Wencheng's martial arts conquered the hearts of every Xianbei soldier. Wherever Murong's banner passed, all Xianbei tribes worshiped him, and every Xianbei soldier
They were all proud to be called soldiers under Murong Feng.
Without Jia Rong's words to threaten, the Xianbei soldiers retreated one after another. The Blood Guards took the opportunity to step forward and surrounded Jia Rong.
"Warriors of Xianbei, the Han people are right in front of you, destroy this Han people and rescue the commander!" A group of 100 cavalrymen appeared behind the army. The leader was wearing a brocade uniform and shouted excitedly.
"Stop talking nonsense!" A loud roar was like thunder on the ground, silencing the Xianbei soldiers who were about to move.
Blood continued to flow from the wounds on his body. He bit the tip of his tongue and calmed his mind. Jia Rong pressed the Qingzhi Sword tightly against Murong Feng's neck. Because of the excessive strength, blood flowed out along the blade.
Que Ju rushed to the battlefield surrounded by hundreds of soldiers.
A trace of unobservable sternness flashed in the eyes of the leader. He thought about the time when Tan Shihuai Khan led the Xianbei people to conquer a huge territory. He didn't want to be divided up by these ambitious ministers after his death. After the leader became the khan, he was everywhere all the time.
Thinking of restoring Tan Shihuai's glory when he was still alive, Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei was unmatched. If he died in the hands of the Han, Kuitou was confident that he could restore the glory of Danhan Mountain again.
Murong Feng's prestige in Xianbei was incomparable even to that of the nominal khan, Kuitou. It was also an order that Kuitou should be greatly reduced. Under the division of the various ministers, the majesty of the royal court was gradually reduced.
Que Ju shouted: "Han people, let Murong go quickly, or I will let you die without a burial place."
Que Ju's Chinese was really not that good. Hearing the words, the Blood Guard let out bursts of laughter, which relaxed the tense battlefield atmosphere a lot.
Que Ju's face turned slightly red. Murong Feng was proficient in Chinese, and Que Ju was not to be outdone. He had been studying for more than ten years and was only half-assed.
Jia Rong sneered and said: "Talk nonsense, let him go and we will have no way to survive."
"General, this person is Queju, the great master from the west of Xianbei." The blood guard with sensitive ears heard the discussion of the Xianbei soldiers and hurriedly stepped forward and said.
Jia Rong laughed and said: "Old man Que Ju, look who has your son in his hands?"
Zhao Li cooperated and pushed Mu Da to Jia Rong's side, holding his sword against his neck.
Seeing Mu Da, Que Ju's momentum immediately weakened. Que Ju had five sons, but Mu Da was the most talented. In Murong Feng's words, he was a rare talent in Xianbei for a century. Que Ju took it for granted and spent all his time on Mu Da.
A lot of hard work. Spiritual realm
Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards slowly towards the city gate, followed by thousands of Xianbei troops. What Jia Rong saw in the eyes of the Xianbei soldiers was not anger, but fear.
Knowing the weight of the people in his hands, Jia Rong felt relieved. With Murong Feng as a bargaining chip, Xianbei, who had no choice but to surround the county, would not retreat. Maybe he could still get benefits. The more livestock and war horses, the better.
Just after gaining an advantage, Jia Rong began to think about things again.
The leader whispered a few words, and more than a hundred Xianbei cavalry came in the direction of Jia Rong.
Without Jia Rong's order, Que Ju was furious when he discovered this abnormality. He personally led hundreds of cavalry forward. They drew their swords at each other when they disagreed, and staged a fight between comrades in front of the Han army. The elite of the western cavalry were in front of the Han army.
The whole Xianbei is worthy of its reputation.
Jia Rong had a very lonely attitude and led the soldiers to the city gate without any danger. Zhao Yun came to the team covered in blood, followed by more than a dozen cavalry. Jia Rong in the city was attacked, and Zhao Yun was at the city gate.
It was also uncomfortable, and it continued to attract troops, allowing Jin Ai Rong to have a chance to breathe.
"Let the Xianbei troops in Beidi County retreat, otherwise you will receive the heads of these three people!"
After putting down his words, Jia Rong led more than a hundred blood guards and escaped from Lingzhou with three important figures from Xianbei.
Que Ju sighed and personally led a thousand cavalry to the battlefield in Beidi County, so what if he gained an overwhelming advantage. If Murong Feng hadn't been running around in Xianbei for many years, I'm afraid Xianbei's situation would be even worse than it is now. The powerful Xianbei
A split occurred after the death of Tanshihuai Khan.
If there is no food and grass, it can be raised again, and if there are no soldiers, it can be selected from the tribe. Without Murong Feng, Xianbei is half done.
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