The whole camp was in chaos, with the ignited sheep running around and screaming so loudly that the horse thief had to shout to talk to the people around him.
At this time, Sol Sang already felt that something was particularly wrong, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.
"Every team blows the trumpet and marches!"
Sol Sang immediately issued the order.
But it was too chaotic, the screams of the cattle and sheep were ridiculously loud, and many people could not hear clearly the orders he conveyed.
He felt something was going to happen, but he didn't believe anything could happen, because there were only a few dozen beauties.
There was hesitation in his mind, whether to retreat temporarily or to move forward.
But given the huge advantage, he finally decided to dig those beauties out and cut them into pieces.
However, he soon discovered that something was wrong because the smoke was too pungent.
The smells of wool being burned, mutton being scorched, and weeds being set on fire were all mixed together, making it more and more unbearable the further you walked.
Many people began to cough violently, and their eyes became increasingly difficult to open.
They have strength in numbers, but at this moment, strength in numbers has no effect at all.
Su Sang kept shouting loudly, giving orders to keep the formation moving forward, but the formation still became more and more chaotic.
It was originally dark night, and the teams relied on shouts to communicate. At this time, the smoke was billowing, the smell was pungent, and the screams were continuous, so the shouts had little effect.
For some reason, the team on one side began to rush forward with force, as if they wanted to get out of the thick smoke as quickly as possible.
Vaguely, Su Sang heard various horn sounds and various whistles, completely disrupting his order.
At this moment, Su Sang made a decision and temporarily retreated to the high slope.
He asked people to blow the trumpet, but the sound of the trumpet was completely meaningless, because the trumpet was also blown elsewhere, and it was he who gave the order to blow the trumpet. It was originally to determine the position of each team, but now it became a distraction.
In desperation, Shusang sent his close associates out to convey his orders to both sides.
Soon, more and more horse thieves began to gather back, each one looking disgraced.
At this moment, they couldn't care about that much. Su Sang said to withdraw first, and someone immediately called the horse.
As they were walking back, one of them with sharp eyes saw a group of cavalry running up a high slope in the distance.
At first he thought he was a companion, but then he realized something was wrong and immediately told Sol Sang.
Su Sang looked over there and was sure that it was the beauty who broke out during the chaos. He immediately shouted and urged his horse to chase her over there.
This battle was a waste, but now they finally saw those beauties, and the anger of the horse thieves was completely aroused.
They shouted and rushed forward, but they could not get faster and faster because they were running from the bottom of the pit to the high slope.
How effortlessly they rush downhill, how laborious it is to climb back up.
Su Sang became more and more anxious, even his eyes were a little red.
The team was so chaotic that there were no separate queues. They all became anxious after seeing the beauty.
Su Sang glanced back to see how many people were behind him. When he turned around, he saw something was wrong with the men who were following him.
I just felt something was wrong for a moment, but I didn't react in time.
Then he saw a light.
The formation knife passed through the air and cut off Shusang's neck. The number one warrior of the Lulan tribe didn't even have time to dodge.
It was at the moment when the knife swiped past that Sol Sang realized something was wrong.
It's not because that person's face is covered with a soaked scarf, nor because that person is following too close, but because that person's hair is the hairstyle of a beautiful woman.
Men of the Lulan tribe don't know how to tie their hair, so they always wear their hair loose, but that man's hair was tied up.
But what's the point of reacting now.
After Lin Ye swiped the knife, he stretched out his left hand to grab the head in his hand, and then urged the horse to charge forward.
When the people around Su Sang saw this scene, they shouted and chased Lin Ye.
However, Lin Ye turned his horse to chase in another direction, causing a group of horse thieves to break away from the team.
At this moment, the horse thieves running at the front were almost catching up with the escaping beauty.
The dozens of beauties climbed up the high slope, seeming to be shouting something as they ran.
The team of horse thieves behind also caught up. When they were approaching the high slope, they suddenly saw a row of war horses appearing on the edge of the high slope.
General Feng Xiu urged his horse to the edge of the pit. He pulled down the visor on his iron helmet and reached out to take off the gun hanging on the side of the saddle bridge.
"Lance, attack!"
Following Feng Xiu's order, nearly two thousand cavalrymen from the Qi camp leveled their lances one after another, and then rushed down the high slope.
The team that had just rushed up the high slope were indeed those from Qi Barracks and Qi Rige.
Following Lin Ye's order, they led the horse thieves up a high slope, but Feng Xiu on this side had already arrived with a large group of people.
Feng Xiu was ordered not to enter the pit in advance, but to wait until their men returned and the horse thieves caught up with Gao Po before attacking.
So at this moment, Qi Rige, who was withdrawing with the scouts, was filled with admiration.
The cavalry of the Qibing camp roaring down, they are indeed new soldiers, and they have never experienced battlefield killings.
But Lin Ye created such an opportunity for them, using a condescending attack to ensure that they could win this first battle.
No matter what, the first battle must be won.
If this battle is lost, even if it is not a disastrous defeat, it will have a great impact on the morale of the Qi Barracks.
The horse thief climbs from a low place to a high place, while the Qi army camp dives from a high place to a low place.
The role of this depression is most vividly demonstrated at this moment.
So how could Qirige not admire Lin Ye? This depression, which in his opinion was a place where he must die, was used by Lin Ye to become a blessed land where he must win.
Lin Ye is indeed not a general who can lead troops in battle, but how many people have a deeper understanding of people's hearts than him?
Even when he was sure of victory, he still had to use himself to lure away some of the horse thieves to relieve some pressure on his contracted military camp.
Of course, this is not only for Qi Barracks, but also for Lin Ye himself.
Lin Ye wants to train his troops, but he also needs to train himself.
It had been a long time since Feng Xiu had experienced the feeling of a battlefield. When the visor was pulled down, he seemed to have returned to the passionate days.
"kill!"
The Qi army camp was like a torrent, swooping down from the high slope, and completely scattered the horse bandit team with just one charge.
There was a horse thief on Feng Xiu's lance, and a second one was attached in the next breath.
This general, who had been frustrated for a long time in the Geling Military Department, was now venting his frustration with killing.
At first, he was full of resistance to being assigned to Yunzhou.
He is a serious general who graduated from the Geling Martial Academy and was already a fifth-grade general before entering the Martial Academy.
But it's because he doesn't have a deep background and doesn't understand the so-called worldliness.
Therefore, he was assigned to the Ministry of War, which was just an idle official position. He was confused and frustrated every day.
He despised the Qi Barracks, but the Qi Barracks was his only chance to leave the Ministry of War, so he was taken advantage of by Xie Yelan.
Now, at this moment of charging, he seemed to have found himself again.
The Qi Barracks pressed down as fast as an avalanche, and everything in front of it was covered and destroyed. Feng Xiu took the lead, leading his men to rush directly to the bottom of the pit.
The team of horse thieves, who were supposed to know more about fighting, fighting, and being more fierce and fierce than them, were so overwhelmed by a group of new recruits that they were unable to fight back.
And all this was because Lin Ye created an advantage for them, whether it was momentum or terrain.
"Where's General Lin!"
Feng Xiu pushed up his visor and looked around, but his men saw no sign of Lin Ye.
At this time, Pang Panghai and others also rushed back. He ran to Feng Xiu and said, "In order to separate the horse bandits, General Lin led some of the horse thieves over there after killing the leader."
When Feng Xiu heard this, his head buzzed.
He immediately said hello and led the cavalry team to pursue Pang Dahai in the direction pointed by him.
"Divide into three teams, one on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle with me. We must find General Lin!"
The three teams, regardless of the remaining horse thieves, moved forward with all their strength to find their General Lin.
But I kept looking for dawn, but still found nothing.
Not to mention this depression, we also searched all around the depression. At this time, everyone's heart was extremely tense.
Feng Xiu said to himself: "I have said countless times that I hope you will die earlier than me, but I have never thought about it that way. Lin Ye... don't die."
He turned around and ordered: "It is better to divide into three teams. One team will stay behind to count the casualties and clean the battlefield. The other team will spread out to the left and search, and the other team will spread out to the right with me."
When he shouted, his voice was a little hoarse.
After all, it was difficult to find people at night. After dawn, they found some suspicious hoof prints.
Feng Xiu and his men chased in this direction for more than an hour. The more they chased, the more nervous they became.
Because they were chasing in the right direction this time, they would see the bodies of several horse thieves from time to time along the way.
For more than an hour, the number of corpses of horse thieves found intermittently totaled hundreds.
After fighting all night and looking for Lin Ye, Feng Xiu and the people in the Qi military camp were actually exhausted.
But if they can't find Lin Ye, they will never stop.
After walking about a mile further, everyone's expressions changed again.
General Lin had obviously stopped and killed here, because the number of corpses of horse thieves here alone was comparable to all the corpses of horse thieves he had encountered along the way.
Feng Xiu knew that he was almost catching up, so he immediately urged his horse, and the soldiers also cheered up.
After chasing for about two miles, there was a high slope ahead. Looking up, there was not a single body on the high slope.
Feng Xiu hit the horse with both feet, rushed to the high slope in one breath, and then froze there.
On the other side of the high slope, the ground was covered with the corpses of horse thieves, and it looked like there were at least a hundred of them.
Looking further ahead, there is a grassland under the high slope, with only a solitary tree.
It was under that tree that their General Lin was sitting and panting.
The long knife poked the ground beside him. He lowered his head and sweat continued to fall from his face.
Feng Xiu dismounted and rushed over, rolling and crawling. When he ran in front of Lin Ye, Lin Ye raised his head and looked at him.
"General!"
Feng Xiu shouted anxiously.
Lin Ye shook his head slightly: "Tired."
Feng Xiu immediately stopped talking. He looked around subconsciously. With Lin Ye as the center of the circle, there were corpses all around.
Feng Xiu didn't know what else to say, he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
With one person's power, he led hundreds of pursuers away, and with another man's power, he killed all these hundreds of pursuers.
General Lin, who was sitting there panting, looked like a demon.