Tuhe was not far from Zimengchuan, and Murong Zun was also worried that delaying here for too long would delay the fighters, so he quickly arrived at Tuhe because he was attacking with light horses.

There was originally a small city in this area, but it was destroyed in the war a long time ago, and then the people were scattered, and it gradually fell into ruin. Later, Wen Fangzhi chose this place as a distribution place for goods, and only built a small camp according to the terrain, and did not create a larger scale.

Looking at the slightly shabby camp in front of him, a sneer appeared on the corner of Murong Zun's mouth: "These Nanban Daoyi have always been arrogant, claiming to be the lord of China, and vainly begging for the four Yi to obey. But without the protection of my father and son's good thoughts, how can they have a foothold in Liaobian! Quickly solve the battle, capture that Wen Hongzu to me, I have to ask him face to face, whether Lao Tzu is qualified to be called Wang Liaobian! ”

At this time, in the camp, only Liu Qun, Wen Fangzhi and others, including the thousands of soldiers under Xu Lang, remained behind. As for Murong Jiang and the others, because they were afraid of fighting, and Wen Fangzhi was also worried that these people would make a mistake when they turned against each other, so he simply sent them to the mountains and forests to watch the battle.

"This Murong Zun is really unreasonable, he is not in a hurry to return to the country to fight for reunification, but with this will, he will delay the fighter here."

Liu Qun was also wearing battle armor at this time, standing on the guard tower of the camp, and saw that Murong Zun's troops were quickly spreading out their formation in the open area outside the camp, and his face was quite sad.

"Stupid people have a thousand clumsies, how can they be reasonable!"

Since Murong Zun pretended to be the King of Yan, Wen Fangzhi knew that he was well-behaved, and it was not surprising that he had such a move. Seeing that the other party was about to attack, he looked at Xu Lang and asked, "Does General Xu have the confidence to defeat this fang?" ”

Xu Lang laughed fiercely when he heard this, and knocked on his breastplate with the scabbard: "May I ask the envoy, do you want to kill this thief?" ”

"Don't underestimate the enemy, although the Murong clan is weak and weak, but many of them fought bravely, and several encirclements and suppressions by the army of the Qian Kingdom returned in vain. Besides, there are many enemies at the moment."

When Liu Qun said this, his tone paused, and he also felt that he should not blindly speak in the face of war, first laughed at himself, and then said: "It is enough to defeat the enemy, there is no need to force the killing." If Murong Zun dies here, it will be us who have prevented the disaster for Murong Jun. ”

"It's a pity that Liaoma is weak, and it is difficult to win heavy armor."

Xu Lang said with regret, he led his troops to gallop to help Wen Fangzhi, although the number of soldiers is not many, but they are all elite soldiers in the Qingyan army, and the armament is naturally extremely strong, just because of the sea, the horsepower is difficult to carry, and it is difficult to raise excellent war horses in a short period of time in a hurry, otherwise the heavy cavalry will be killed, and the three thousand light horses outside the camp really don't need to be taken into account.

Outside the camp, Murong Zun saw that the defense was so simple, and he was a large number of people, so he was naturally sure of the odds, and when the soldiers rushed into battle, he stepped forward again, and shouted loudly outside the range: "Lone returned to the country this time to remove rebellion, and he had no intention of harassing the Jin envoy." If you can obediently go out of the camp and help the orphans to settle the chaos, not only will I not murder you, but I will also send you back to the country. If you still resist"

Before he finished his words, several strong crossbows suddenly shot out in the camp, one of which was an arrow that directly pierced through the horse's head, and the mount under his crotch fell to the ground with a wailing, Murong Zun was caught off guard, and he also fell off the war horse for a while. In just a few breaths, there were random arrows flying out of the camp, directly shooting more than a dozen people around Murong Zun to death on the spot.

"Damn! The southern crossbow is really so powerful."

Being embraced and retreated by the soldiers, Murong Zun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. It's not that he hasn't heard that the Nanren are strong in armament, because when he shouted before, according to the old experience, he was already far out of range, but he didn't expect that it was still within the range of the Nanren's bow and crossbow, and this misjudgment alone almost cost his life!

"Kill, kill! Break through the camp for me, and leave no room alive! ”

In addition to being frightened, Murong Zun was also fierce, extremely ashamed and angry, waving his arms and yelling, driving the attack. It was only after his mood calmed down a little that he added: "Jin envoy Wen Hongzu and Liu Gongdu, these two people will keep them alive, and the rest will be killed!" ”

On the one hand, he suspected and feared that the Jin envoy and his brother Murong Jun conspired to cause his father's death, and on the other hand, it was the persecution of Zhang Ju, the assassin of Youzhou in the state of Jin, Zhang Ju had a private agreement with him that as long as he could capture the envoy of the Jin state and send it to Xu Wu, he would support him to inherit his father's throne.

For the support of the Qiang Kingdom, Murong Zun still attaches great importance to it. Among the brothers in his family, in addition to the elderly, he actually lacks much advantage, and he does not have a strong maternal support, if it were not for the fact that Murong Jun killed his father, and he happened to have a large army in charge, he would not dare to imagine that he would be able to inherit his father's position in time to move the general Mu Yugen to support him.

But since the times and fate have pushed him to this point, if he doesn't fight hard, how can the man be worthy of himself!

Seeing that Wang Shi's bow and crossbow were so strong, Liu Qun in the camp actually shot Murong Zun's war horse directly, first high-fived and admired, and then couldn't help but feel annoyed: "I knew that Wang Shi's heavy weapons were so fierce, I might as well shoot Murong Zun directly!" ”

He mistakenly thought that because of his own words just now, the soldiers were forced, but in fact, shooting targets at such a long distance was not very accurate in terms of accuracy. In this regard, Xu Lang did not explain much, first ordered the soldiers on the walled wall to carry out the second round of laying, and he himself led 300 soldiers to line up behind the walled gate to wait for the fighters.

Outside the camp, after receiving the main general's attack order, the Murong clan's light cavalry launched an attack on the front of the camp. Thousands of people and horses galloped, and for a while, the world changed color, and even this simple camp trembled faintly.

Wang Shi has not fought for a long time, and this battle is aimed at establishing prestige, so he will naturally not stay strong. The bow and crossbow heavy weapons that Xu Lang carried to the north had already been erected at this moment, and the arrow nets were intertwined and poured down, instantly knocking down the Murong forwards.

Murong Zun was almost shot and killed before, but now he still has palpitations, and he doesn't dare to take the lead again, he swept back the formation, and saw his elite soldiers fall to the ground in pieces under the powerful arrow shooting skills of the Jin army, and he was also crinching in his heart, and his teeth itched with hatred.

Murong is brave and strong, not even inferior to the elite of the Qiang Kingdom, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain under the fierce attack of the Qiang Kingdom. But at present, as the main attacking side, they have no geographical home advantage to rely on, and the opponent in this battle is the Xingtai Wang Division, which has been repaired to the temper of the Lian army, which is a strong army in this world that they have never seen before.

Murong Zun has been in the Liao Wilderness for a long time, and it is already useless, although Murong Zun's three thousand light cavalry are also elite for a long time, but the armor rate is really not high, it can be said that in addition to the commanders in the army, most of the ordinary soldiers do not even have a piece of iron covering, and the light leather armor may be able to resist part of the power of the declining arrows, but under the cover of Wang Shi's strong bow and crossbow, this is a completely unobstructed humanoid target!

In this round of charge alone, two or three hundred of the cavalry under Murong Zun's command were directly shot at the front line, and the dead bodies of men and horses were all over the battlefield, looking extremely miserable!

"Nanban damn it, damn it"

Seeing that his subordinates suffered such heavy casualties, Murong Zun's face turned pale with distress, although he had a lot of people, but only a small part of his descendants really belonged to him, this was the basis for his future domination of Liaobian, but he was shot here meaninglessly, and his hatred for the Jin army naturally reached its peak.

At the cost of hundreds of lives, he didn't even touch the edge of that humble camp. After all, although Murong's soldiers were brave and strong, they were all flesh and blood after all, and seeing the robes in front of him falling in rows, how could they dare to meet the terrifying arrows of the Jin army with flesh and blood, the natural formation collapsed and fled backwards.

Liu Qun, who was watching the battle inside the wall, saw the battle situation like this, and his old face turned red with excitement, such a fully suppressed battle, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't imagine it, especially when he saw the vicious soldiers of the Murong Department running back in embarrassment, Liu Qun was even more excited and laughed, just laughing and laughing, but his eyes became flushed until tears flickered, and his tone was full of sadness: "The sky will not give up, and the royal industry will prosper again!" It's a pity that the heroic ancestors are no longer magnificent."

At this moment, Liu Qun can really feel why Wen Fangzhi, even if this young man is in prison, he still has the courage and courage to have such a strong backing behind him, even if the Liaobian is a thief, what is there to fear!

At this time, after all the enemy troops outside the village had withdrawn to the battle line, after nearly an hour of turmoil and adjustment, the formation had a tendency to assemble again.

After seeing the terrible division of the Southern King, Murong Zun no longer dared to underestimate the opponent, and this time the attack was also adjusted, the soldiers were no longer rushing up, thousands of soldiers gathered in the front of the battlefield, and hundreds of people spread out to the two wings, between the mountains and rivers, looking for a way to bully the back road of the camp.

After all, the frontal battle formation is not what Murong is good at at at the moment, and the complex geographical situation in Liaobian limits their fighting style to a certain extent, and making full use of the terrain advantages of the mountains and forests in Liaobian to guerrilla fighting and waiting for opportunities to fight back is the combat rhythm they are familiar with.

After the formation was adjusted, the thousands of cavalry in front of the camp approached the camp again, but this time the attack was much more cautious, no longer blindly rushing, slowly advancing forward, and the formation was completely dispersed, no longer focusing on giving the Jin army a chance to shoot.

This attack was quite effective, although the Jin army in the camp was fierce, but after all, the strength of the pawn was limited, and it was difficult to spread out the rain of arrows covering the entire battlefield.

After the cavalry of the Murong Department paid the price of dozens of lives, they gradually figured out the rhythm of the Jin army's arrows, and after they were about to reach the most dangerous area, the soldiers scattered in the battle line suddenly shouted, and the war horses under their crotch made a concerted effort and rushed straight towards the camp, which also shows that it is not unreasonable for the Murong Department to dominate the Liaobian.

Although the king of the city also tried his best to launch two rounds of arrow rain, this time the effect was inadvertently obvious, and there were already Murong soldiers rushing under the walled wall and shooting back at the wall. Although the Murong clan's bow weapon can be said to be weak compared to Wang Shi, it also has good lethality at such a close distance, and can form a certain suppression for Wang Shi.

The arrows on the walled wall were suppressed, and it was more convenient for the Murong soldiers to charge and bully closer, and soon hundreds of Murong soldiers gathered under the wall, ready to start a real attack.

At this moment, the wall of the wall was opened, and Xu Lang, who had already been arrayed here and had been fighting for a long time, led three hundred elite soldiers to hold the swords in both hands, and the formation was condensed like an iron wall and rushed straight towards Murong's soldiers.

Compared with the Jin Army's Wang Division, whose armor was sturdy and neat, these pawns of the Murong Department were simply soft meat maggots, and they were also gathered under the wall, and they didn't even have the basic impact power. This battle was much more tragic than the previous charge, and it couldn't even be called a battle, it was simply a slaughter of the Jin army's own armor!

Although the Murong Department itself also has a lot of brave soldiers, even if the equipment is completely inferior, they still go to Wang Shi without fear of death, but the swords and guns in their hands poke at Wang Shi's soldiers, and they can't even break the armor, and the swords in the hands of Wang Shi's soldiers fly, and those who touch them will die, without exception!

So, after nearly a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the Murong Department fled to the rear again after leaving behind the stumps and broken arms all over the ground.

But this time, they didn't have the good luck to adjust calmly, because the soldiers led by Murong Jiang, Murong Ping and others were scattered in the mountains and fields near the left to watch the battle, and there were two collisions in succession, although the Wang Division did not have many troops, but it was completely crushing and abusing Murong Zun's troops, and that kind of majesty was enough to make these timid people be stimulated to blood, and they each killed from the mountains and fields, and rushed directly into Murong Zun's rout!