Feng Yong pulled out his handsome sword and shouted loudly, "General Ju has led his troops to surround them from behind. As long as we hold on for half an hour, none of them will be able to escape!"
"Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"
When the troops saw the fireworks earlier, they couldn't believe that the reinforcements had arrived. But now that the coach personally acknowledged it, they all shouted.
Another miracle coming from heaven?
Do you think I am illiterate like you?
Feng Yong thought of the conversation he had just had with Han Qiu, and couldn't help laughing again.
He felt that he should award himself a statuette.
As a self-cultivated actor, I should cooperate with you in the performance. I did not pretend to turn a blind eye, but regarded the story you made up as fact.
Anyway, I don’t believe a word the enemy says.
The whistle sounded, and the defense formation that originally focused on the north began to turn to the south.
Along with the whistle, there was also the whining of horns from the opposite side.
The Xianbei Jingqi, which had been motionless, began to run slightly.
Han Qiu sat firmly in the army and said to the leader of the begging tribe: "You must capture the opponent's camp before dawn tomorrow. Except for Feng Langjun, everyone else can be killed."
"If we cannot capture it before dawn tomorrow, you will be in danger of being annihilated."
Qifu Bu beat his chest hard: "Sir, please don't worry!"
After the leader left, the wolf slave asked: "Master, there are more than 2,000 Qiang and Hu people, and they have been besieging the camp for a long time, but they are still unable to break through the camp."
"It's only more than an hour before sunset. Judging from the performance of the soldiers on the opposite side last night, they are all elite soldiers who can fight at night. Do these thousand Xianbei Hu'er really break the camp?"
Han Qiu smiled calmly and explained: "Wolf slave, there are already exhausted troops on the opposite side. From morning to now, they have not even had a chance to light up the fire."
"They must be thirsty, hungry and tired now. I deliberately talked to Feng Langjun just to make them relax."
"If a person has a heart energy, he can hold it up. But as soon as he relaxes, the energy will be released. If you want to bring it up again, even if you have the intention, you will be powerless."
"Now we are just waiting for work, how can we be invincible?"
Hearing this, the wolf slave suddenly realized, "It turns out that the master's invitation to Feng Langjun for a talk was actually a strategy."
Han Qiu smiled proudly.
The impact of the Xianbei Jingqi is indeed very different from the previous Qiang Hu.
The weapons of the Qiang and Hu rebels were mixed, and the worst ones even had wooden weapons.
The Xianbei Jingqi were equipped with unified iron weapons. It seems that Cao Wei had given them assistance when they came from Liangzhou.
Even his own troops were considered semi-heavy infantry in this era, equipped with strong bows and crossbows, refined iron weapons, and the greatest possible protective armor.
But facing the Xianbei elite cavalry in a tight formation, they still felt pressure.
With just the second wave of charges, the hastily repaired perimeter of the camp was declared broken.
Feng Yong's expression remained unchanged and he stood motionless at the highest point of the camp.
Zhang Muzhi beside him was constantly looking around, as if looking for his own reinforcements.
The arrows shot by the Xianbei Jingqi on both sides of the camp have begun to fall not far from the center of the camp.
Seeing that the other side was once again compressed to the last ditch, Han Chou showed a smile on his face.
Unexpectedly, the eagle shooter standing behind him suddenly shouted, "Master, look!"
"What?"
Han Qiu followed the direction pointed by the eagle's hand, but saw nothing.
He knew that the Condor Shooter's eyes were very sharp and could always see places in advance that others could not see. He immediately asked: "What's there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a line of black shadow appearing on the left side of the battlefield.
The shadow quickly expanded.
"It's the cavalry!"
The Condor Shooter looked far into the distance and quickly explained to Han Qiu, "It seems to be the Qiang Hu who left earlier."
The eagle shooter could not see clearly, but Feng Yong, who was holding a telescope, had already seen clearly: Liu Hun had already led his cavalry to drive the rebels fleeing north.
Apparently, he wanted to escort the rebels through the west side of the battlefield.
A smile appeared on Feng Yong's lips, and he signaled to Zhang Muzhi, "Set off fireworks to indicate our position. Let Liu Hun pay attention and don't let the defeated army take advantage of the chaos and rush into our camp."
Zhang Muzhi promised loudly, and happily took out the fireworks he had prepared, took out the huozhuzi and lit them.
The "chichi" fuse burned to the end and made no sound...
This is dumb.
Zhang Muzhi was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
Fortunately, the consultant at the same time next to me quickly clicked on it again.
This time, Han Qiu saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
A firework soared into the sky from Feng Yong's camp, and then exploded into a spark over the camp.
He stared blankly, his mouth wide open, unable to maintain his previous calm attitude.
"Master, there seems to be a vision coming from the sky above Feng Langjun's camp..."
The wolf slave said something panicked.
"Shu Zi is bullying me!"
Han Qiu's face suddenly turned red, and he slapped the wolf slave fiercely.
Recalling the conversation between the two parties, Feng Yong first looked confused and uncertain, and then looked uneasy as he was shocked by the vision coming from the sky. Han Qiu felt his chest was tight and panicked.
Then he remembered that he had frightened Feng Yong with the vision coming from the sky. At that moment, he became furious and cursed repeatedly: "Shu Zi! Shu Zi is cunning!"
Thinking of the two strange sparks in the air, one behind the other, Han Qiu had already understood: Feng Yong was using himself as bait, trying to surround and annihilate all his troops!
From hunter to prey, his identity changed so quickly that Han Qiu's teeth chattered.
The wolf slave was stunned for a moment. He still doesn't understand what happened.
Liu Hun, who saw the warning fireworks, quickly ordered Huo Yi to take a thousand new-style cavalry and prepare to go around to the front to protect Feng Junhou.
He personally led his men and continued to pursue the remaining defeated rebels unhurriedly.
The wolves in the prairie have a hunting method, which is to constantly put pressure on the prey, drive them towards their intended destination, and at the same time exhaust the prey's strength on the way.
The new cavalry can easily follow these rebels, while the servants are constantly roaring, left and right, constantly harassing them from both sides.
Rebels kept falling behind and being roped on.
The army of Hu people who were recruited from Longyou said that the hemp rope produced in Nanxiang is really useful!
"Master, there are those behind you too!"
The Condor Shooter exclaimed again.
Han Qiu quickly looked back and saw a group of infantry appearing behind them, with flags flying high, indicating their identity as Han troops.
"Impossible, how is it possible!"
Han Qiu stared with blood-red eyes and murmured, "The secret message carried by the messenger sent between them clearly stated that it would not arrive until tomorrow."
"Master, the situation is not right, we will send you away first."
The wolf slave persuaded anxiously.
"Go? Where to go?"
Han Qiu came back to his senses and said with a ferocious face: "All the miscellaneous people in the north have been driven back, and the road to the west has been cut off. Do you want to go east?"
If you want to return to Liangzhou, you must either go north or west.
At this time, Han troops appeared in these two directions, which means that they have been prepared for a long time.
There are high mountains to the south that are difficult to climb, and the only way to go is to the east.
The east is the territory of the Han people. What is the difference between going east and throwing yourself into a trap?
"Master, there are infantry at the rear, and we are elite cavalry. If we don't charge directly with all our strength, they may not be able to stop us!"
Wolf Slave suggested.
"I heard that Feng Yong's infantrymen have a battalion of evil spirits. Anyone who dares to stand in his way will be chopped into pieces and eaten."
Han Qiu's face was extremely gloomy, "Zhang He, the famous general of Wei, also broke his halberd with hatred in front of his infantry. Now they let the infantry cut off the rear, how do you know it's not a trap?"
The Xianbei leader ran over with a pale face: "Mr. Han, we are surrounded!"
"I know." Han Qiu's eyes were burning red with anger.
He looked at the leader, gritted his teeth and said, "The only way now is to let all the troops rush up and break through the opposite camp before the reinforcements on the opposite side have time to surround us."
"There is a high-ranking Han official in the camp opposite. As long as you capture him, the Han army will not dare to touch us!"
Han Qiu pointed forward, "Otherwise, we will all die here. You only have one last chance, so go quickly!"
The Xianbei leader ran away in a panic again.
Han Qiu looked at the wolf slave and the eagle shooter with a crazy look on his face: "Wolf slave and eagle slave, you two, follow us too!"
Feng Yong, who was holding a telescope to observe the enemy's situation, noticed Hu Qi's abnormality.
Not only did they not collapse when their retreat was cut off, but they all gathered together abnormally.
I quickly understood the other party’s intention: the other party was going to fight to the death.
"Don't be afraid, the reinforcements have arrived. This is the last charge of the thieves! Hold on, we will win if we hold on!"
He even sent Zhang Muzhi down to encourage the troops at the front.
The reinforcements from the north have begun to divide into two groups, and one of the cavalry troops is going around here, so the other side has only one last chance.
The opponent no longer cared about the casualties and charged forward non-stop.
Although Bubu was protected by iron armor, the armor could not offset the impact of the war horse.
A section of the trench was already filled with dead horses and corpses. Hu Qi used his horse power to jump over and rush into the camp.
The tribe shouted, and four or five spears provoked the knights.
There was a group of people in front who didn't have time to move away. They were hit by war horses and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The bones in their bodies were broken and they fell to the ground.
Hu Qi charged regardless of casualties, finally causing some chaos in the camp.
Their goal is very clear, that is, they want to rush in front of Feng Yong at all costs.
But this is in vain.
The tribesmen fought desperately to keep them at bay.
Both sides were furious.
Feng Yong stood firm, gritted his teeth, and stared at the brutal fighting less than thirty steps ahead.
At this time, suddenly a loud roar sounded from the side.
Feng Yong turned his head and looked subconsciously.
I saw an extremely tall thief, holding a long mace, sweeping over.
The three or four people standing in front of him were all shaken and fell backwards.
Feng Yong could even clearly see that the weapon in Bu Qu's hand was swept into the air.
The thief let out another muffled roar and pushed hard, and the people who were trying to block his progress from both sides were pushed away again.
The thief strode forward, only less than twenty steps away from Feng Yong.
Feng Yong finally changed his expression and asked in silence: "Who is this?"
In the chaos caused by the wolf slave, the Condor Shooter who had been following finally found an opportunity.
He quickly drew the bow and arrow, and with a "peng" sound, the arrow feathers shot towards Feng Yong like lightning.
Feng Yong suddenly felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and at the same time, a sense of fear gripped him tightly.
Before he could react, the arrow had already hit his chest.
The powerful impact knocked him back two steps. He felt his eyes go dark, he couldn't even lift his breath, and his body was about to fall limply.
With the world spinning, he used his remaining sanity and relied on his feelings to stumble and lean against the handsome flagpole behind him.
It took a while for the dizzy feeling to disappear. Feng Yong regained his breath and touched the place where the arrow was hit with lingering fear.
My chest hurts so much that it's a little difficult to breathe.
It felt like the bones in my chest were cracked.
I looked down and saw an arrow feather falling at my feet.
He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the arrow feathers were shot, and saw that the eagle shooter seemed to have a look of surprise in his eyes, and he set up another arrow in his hand.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared from behind him, and Feng Yong could even catch a very bright sword light.
Wherever the sword light passed, the Condor Shooter suddenly covered his neck, shook his body, and fell down.
The black shadow killed the Condor Shooter and stabbed the tall thief from behind again without changing his castration.
Everything happened so fast that the thief had no idea what was happening behind him.
He is trying his best to cover the Condor Shooter so that the Condor Shooter can find the right time to take action.
It wasn't until a small section of the sword tip penetrated the left side of his chest that he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.
The black shadow raised and lowered its hands to attack the two of them in succession, and both succeeded in one blow.
The thief used his last bit of strength to sweep the mace back and it was empty...
The black shadow seemed to have anticipated the opponent's move, and rolled back without even drawing out his sword.
Feng Yong gasped, looking a little stunned at this scene on the battlefield.
Seeing that the black shadow seemed to disappear into the chaos, he quickly reached into his arms to take out the telescope, only to realize that his arms were empty.
The five hundred thousand telescope fell far ahead and broke into two pieces.
It turned out that when he was shot by the eagle shooter just now, he accidentally threw the telescope away.
After thinking about this, Feng Tibi felt his chest hurt even more.
Hu Qi's desperate charge finally gave the thieves a chance to rush to Feng Yong's side, but was easily resolved by the black shadow.
They have no chance.
Feng Yong ignored the reinforcements that started to attack Hu Qi. He was still looking around, trying to find the dark figure.
Those two swords were so stunning that they made him feel dazzled.
Over the years, the martial arts skills he has seen are all aimed at fighting on the battlefield and killing the most enemies in the fastest way.
It doesn't matter whether you die or not, what's important is that the enemy can lose its combat effectiveness.
Even in the martial arts practiced by Guan Ji, who is a woman, her moves are wide open and wide.
On the other hand, the black shadow just now was more like a means of assassination.
Be fast, accurate, ruthless, and pay attention to getting the right shot.
However, Feng Yong did not see the black shadow appear again until the battlefield was cleared.
"I have met the Lord!"
Jufu, Liu Hun and Huo Yi all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Feng Yong standing under the commander's banner safe and sound.
Feng Yong waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and then said: "Liu Hun, come here."
Liu Hun stepped forward somewhat confused.
Feng Yong stretched out his arms and put his arms around his shoulders. Then he dared to take a step forward and took a long breath: "It hurts me so much. Help me go to the tent to have a rest."
Liu Hun was Feng Yong's long-term follower at first. Although he is now a marquis, how can the Marquis of Guannei be as big as the other marquises?
So Feng Yong asked him to help him without any pressure.
He was holding on with just one breath, and had to half-lean on the flagpole to keep from falling.
Although the inner lining was covered with high-quality fine chain mail, the arrows used by the eagle shooters were long and heavy, and Feng Yong felt that the chain mail might have been shot halfway through.
"The Lord is injured?"
When several people heard what Feng Yong said, their expressions changed.
"I was shot with an arrow, but it didn't penetrate the armor. It doesn't matter."
Feng Yong explained and asked as he walked: "Has the leader of the thief been caught?"