At dawn, the Beiling military camp, which had finally calmed down, was once again in chaos. All the soldiers were surprised from their sleep. Seeing the tongues of fire rushing into the sky, the Beiling soldiers froze on the spot.
What's going on?
When they reacted and went to put out the fire, they found that they could not get close at all. The fire was so fierce that it smashed the snow and ice into it, just like throwing a mud cow into the sea, and was instantly swallowed up by the sea of fire.
"All the food and grass are burned?" The general in charge of logistics sat down on the ice with his eyes empty.
In Beiling, food and grass could not be replenished in time. If the food and grass were watered, the soldiers would have to eat snow and ice to survive.
"It's a member of the Fengli tribe. It must be a member of the Fengli tribe. The general will ask for a fight." At this time, even people with poor brains can understand what is going on.
"The last general will ask for a battle and kill those Fengli people."
"The last general will ask for a battle to teach the Fengli people a lesson."
At this moment, there was an unprecedented unity in Beiling. In less than a stick of incense, 30,000 people were killed.
There are 30,000 troops, even if they use human lives to fill them, they can still kill the Fengli tribe. This is the idea of the Beiling soldiers, but...
The moment the fire ignited, Feng Qingchen's people gradually evacuated and put up protective barbed wire. When the Beiling army rushed over, they found that they were blocked by a huge barbed wire.
Behind the barbed wire, there was no familiar opponent, but a first base, a human wall built up from the corpses of Beiling soldiers.
"The Fengli people are so disgusting." Looking at the neatly arranged corpses, the Beiling soldiers became timid for a moment.
The most important thing is to attack the heart. The visual effect brought by these rows of corpses is more effective than countless words.
The general who was charging ahead was slightly distracted, then he reacted, pulled out the sword at his waist, and shouted: "Come on, avenge your dead brothers!"
One sentence instantly sobered up the soldiers in Beiling: Yes, they want to avenge their dead brothers. They cannot be bullied by the Fengli tribe in their own territory and dare not say a word.
The Beiling soldiers all turned red-eyed, drew their swords and rushed forward, preparing to use their bodies to knock away the barbed wire protection.
But at this moment, eighteen sharp arrows pierced the void and came out with a roar...
Eighteen arrows, each with murderous intent, made the soldiers stop in fear. The people on horseback instinctively bent down, trying to avoid the vital points. It turned out that the arrow was not shot at them at all, but at
Barbed wire in front of them.
With a pop, the tip of the arrow grazed the wire, and a series of sparks flashed out. The Beiling soldiers didn't think much about it at first, but the next second they were stunned, and the barbed wire in front of them burst into flames...
The tall and long barbed wire fence instantly turned into a sea of flames. The Beiling soldiers could only watch helplessly, not daring to step forward at all.
"Those cunning barbarians from the Fengli Tribe." The Beiling soldiers couldn't help but cursed, angrily like water buffaloes that had lost their minds. If they didn't have a trace of reason, they would have rushed over at all costs, but no...
They could only watch helplessly as the soldiers on the other side of the sea of fire evacuated arrogantly in front of them.
"Detour, outflank them from the left and right wings, don't let them go." After the Beiling general became angry, he regained his senses and quickly gave the order.
The Beiling soldiers moved quickly and divided into two groups to outflank Feng Qingchen's private soldiers. However, they did not expect to be cut in half as soon as they took action.
A group of men in black suddenly appeared in the snow. They moved like the wind, with sharp eyes. They held scimitars, like farmers harvesting wheat. They raised their knives and harvested human lives...
The Beiling soldiers were famous for their toughness in the four countries and nine states, but in front of the men in black, they instantly turned into weak beasts, and their resistance was not taken seriously by the men in black.
The men in black were like robots that didn't understand pain and weren't afraid of death. They moved forward all the way, their bodies covered in blood, with cuts everywhere, but they refused to slow down at all.
As long as they don't fall, they will fight until the end.
These are a group of killing machines. In front of the killing machines, the tall and powerful bodies of the Beiling people are useless.
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Under multiple obstructions, the Beiling soldiers got further and further away from Feng Qingchen and his party. Feng Qingchen and the Nine Emperors Uncles left almost openly, while the Beiling soldiers seemed unable to do anything except look at them angrily.
They have a large number of people, but having a large number of people can sometimes be a disadvantage - where can they raise food for so many people? With so many people in this place, it is impossible to use them.
After the outflank failed, General Beiling directly ordered a search of the mountain. These people could not be allowed to escape under any circumstances.
An army of 100,000 people attacked a place with less than 10,000 people, but ended in a disastrous defeat. No one could bear this responsibility.
The Beiling soldiers worked together and quickly found their way to the Fengli clan.
"Found it, found it. Here..." someone shouted, and Beiling soldiers swarmed over.
"Go, go, go!"
He was extremely brave and powerful all the way, rushing towards the location of the Fengli clan without any hindrance.
The further they walked, the more desolate and uneasy their hearts became.
No one, no one...
Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...
They ran for a long time but didn't see a single person.
"What's going on?" The people at the front were uneasy. If everyone left, what was the point of rushing forward?
"Look, there are several rows of houses ahead." Someone with good eyesight shouted excitedly when he saw the dark corner.
His words gave the soldiers in Beiling another momentum. The soldiers in Beiling rushed forward. Everyone wanted to win the first victory, but when they rushed to the house, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
More than a hundred people, headed by the great elder, all dressed in the clothes of the Fengli clan that can only be worn on solemn festivals, stood neatly outside the house. Each of them looked solemn and vowed to die.
When I saw the Beiling army approaching, I didn't even raise my eyebrows. I looked at my nose with my eyes and my heart with my nose.
When the Beiling army saw the Fengli people acting like this, they were stunned for a moment: Do you want to take action?
"I, a member of the Fengli tribe, will never become your prisoner even if I die." The great elder looked at General Beiling indifferently and said to the people around him: "Xun'er, help me in."
The great elder stayed voluntarily and died to forgive his sins.
"Yes, father." Feng Lixun bowed his head and stepped forward, and several other elders also asked the people behind them to help him in.
The Beiling soldiers watched helplessly as the Fengli tribesmen turned around and walked into the hall one by one. Because the atmosphere was too solemn and solemn, no one dared to come forward and disturb them.
With a creak, the door opened, and you could see that the hall was full of people. Although there was only one back, it was enough.
The great elder and others filed in. The Beiling soldiers wanted to step forward, but were stopped by the general: "Don't be impulsive."
Yes, don't be impulsive.
The Fengli people are cunning and good at fighting. Who knows if there are traps waiting for them inside. To be on the safe side, it is better to look before taking action to avoid unnecessary losses.
"Even if I, a member of the Fengli tribe, die, I will remain proud and proud." Inside the house, the old and sad voice of the great elder came. The voice was like a hero in his twilight years, like an unwilling old man who had to close his eyes with regret...
A message to readers: I am still very tired, so continue to sleep. Only when you sleep well will you have the spirit of struggle tomorrow!