Xia Xuanyue poured the cold moonlight on the edge of the woods, and the city wall of Liang County in the distance was still lit with lights. Broken bricks and tiles were piled up under the walls, and groups of soldiers patrolling the city were carrying torches on the walls.

The camp tents of the Huns are simple and cannot be simple, and most of the Huns do not have tents at all. The heavy leather robe is good for protection from the cold wind, and if you cover it with a felt cloth, it will not be affected by the cold. The winter night in the Central Plains was much worse than on the steppe, and it was nothing for the Huns to survive such a night.

Wei Qing put down the monoculars and retracted into the woods like a raccoon. There were only a few bonfires in the Huns' camp, and there were no defenses such as deer barricades. They were too careless, and the Han-Hungarian War had always been defended by the Huns attacking the Han people.

The city wall was the barrier of the Han army against the Huns, and it was also the imprisonment of the Han army. The advantages of the Hun cavalry in the plain area were brought into full play, and the helpless Han army could only cower under the high wall. It's not that the Han army has stolen camps, but the slow maneuver will be wiped out once discovered by the Huns.

"General, we really want to steal the camp. In the past, none of the Han troops succeeded in stealing camps, so should we wait for General Gongsun's reinforcements and ...... again," a lieutenant advised.

"No, it's too late for those infantry to come up. The moonlight is good tonight, so let's take advantage of this moonlight to steal a fuck. In Donghu, Yunhou once ordered us to steal the camp. That time the Huns were overwhelmed, and the situation today is so similar to that day.

The Huns were not prepared at all, it was a team of thousands. Today, the siege lost one or two hundred people. Now they have less than eight hundred men who can fight. Go back and tell the brothers that the horse's hooves are wrapped in linen, and the head of the Huns is a military merit. A first-class consistent money, if you want to earn military merits and make a fortune, follow me! ”

Wei Qing didn't follow Yun Xiao in vain. finally knew that there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and Wei Qing chose most of the people from poor families when choosing these feather forests. Money is very important to them. Now is the time to burn their courage with money, this is the first battle between the newly trained period gate Yulin and the Huns, and they can only win and not lose.

With less than a thousand unprepared Huns stationed in front of you, this is the best opportunity.

The young men of the Yulin period gate were very nervous, and they tore pieces of linen cloth to wrap the horses' hooves. Many people's hands were a little shaky. The veterans who had been trained by the Yun family were all trying their best to boost their morale.

Everything that made a sound was removed. The soldiers repeatedly prepared their bows, crossbows, spears, and imitation sabers.

The two-color ball has been popularized in Chang'an and Luoyang, and Liu Che has a large amount of silver in his hand. The equipment of the Yulin of the Period Gate is all imitation of the Yun family, although it cannot be refined into the kind of steel of the Yun family. But the craftsmen who were the supervisors still did their best to arm this personal army of His Majesty the Emperor.

Three watches in the middle of the night. The lower moon in the sky shone on the military camp of the Huns. Wei Qing slowly pulled out the long knife. The saber of Yulin of the Period Gate is much heavier than the saber of the Yun family. Because the material is not hard enough. The thickness had to be strengthened to prevent breaking during chopping.

Under the leadership of Wei Qing, the 1,300-issue Gate Yulin drove the horse forward in small steps. The Hun horses purchased at a high price stepped on broken steps, approaching the Huns step by step.

The careless Huns did not even release a single sentry. They simply did not believe that the Han Chinese who were defending the city would dare to go out of the city and attack them.

The horse's hooves were wrapped in a thick linen cloth, and the sound of stepping on the ground was muffled. The broken steps slowly turned into a trot, and Wei Qing put the long knife on his shoulder. All the cavalry began to jog and were only eight hundred paces away from the Huns.

Wei Qing raised the long knife in his hand high above his head, and the period gate Yulin behind him stabbed the horses with his own spurs. The mounts under their crotches ran wildly, and the whole team roared almost instantly.

Despite being covered in sackcloth, the impact of so many cavalry was still impressive. The knights held their spears in the moonlight, and the sharp tips of the spears reflected the cold moonlight.

The thousand horsemen of the Huns woke up, and the sound of the earth shaking was so familiar. He had led his men in such cavalry charges countless times.

He emerged from the tent of the besieged city of felt cloth, and by the moonlight a black wall appeared on the horizon. God, it's the Black Armored Cavalry.

"Enemy attack! Hurry up, damn the enemy attack......" Qianqi roared frantically, but it was too late. Many Huns woke up from their dreams before they had time to get on their horses. The galloping black-armored knights had already rushed in, and the horses that were madly sprinting carried endless might. The Huns who dared to stop them mercilessly knocked them away.

The sharp spear stabbed at those helpless spears, adhering to the practice of the Yun family knights. Their spears would be killed when they pierced the human body, and the long knives were the nightmare of the Huns.

The sound of horses' hooves seemed to be the beating of countless war drums, and the torches on the city walls suddenly lit up. When the patrolling soldiers saw the Chinese character flag fluttering in the cold wind, they cheered excitedly.

The long knife slashed through the leather robes of the Huns again and again, leaving huge wounds each time. Hot blood was steaming on the ground, and the split Huns wailed under the hooves of their horses.

The galloping hooves of the horses trampled on the severed heads, and the blazing blood made the feathered forests disappear without a trace. At the moment, there is no bounty in their eyes, no official position. Some only kill, mechanical chopping action countless drills, now has become instinct.

They frantically chop at something that moves, whether it's a man or a horse. As long as it moves, it will be attacked by arrows, spears, and sabers.

Wei Qing cut off the heads of two Huns one after another, and saw that a Hun wearing armor had jumped on his horse. Running frantically into the woods, most of the Huns were wearing leather robes. The person who can wear the armor is definitely a high-ranking general, and Wei Qing doesn't want to think about it. He patted his horse and chased after him.

At this time, the Hun camp was already in chaos, and the scattered Huns were resisting mechanically. The feather forest that pursued them was mechanically slashing, and for a while the land was calm with arrows and javelins, and long knives danced with blood.

Most of the Huns were impaled by the rushing feather forest before they could get on their horses, and only a few had the opportunity to ride their horses and gallop into the dark woods.

The Huns, like the Donghu people, no one would think of resisting after being attacked by night. They will flee in all directions as soon as possible, in the hope that they can preserve their vital strength as much as possible.

The thousand horsemen saw that the woods were in front of them, and as long as they escaped into the woods, the darkness would be the best cover. Maybe he can kill the Han army who is chasing after him, and seeing that he still has a red feather on his head, maybe he is still a captain of the Han army.

But his horse's hooves had just stepped on the edge of the woods, when suddenly the war horse under his crotch let out a mournful roar. The front hooves of the two horses suddenly lifted, and the thousand horsemen hurriedly clamped their legs around the horse's belly. Anyway, the war horse almost stood up straight. After a thousand rides, he was thrown off the horse's back and fell to the ground, as if there was something on the ground. His diaphragm hurt a lot, and he thought it was a pebble and didn't care.

But as soon as he stood up and took two steps, there was a heart-piercing pain in his feet. He sat down on the ground in pain, and pulled his boot over, and a glittering triangular nail was piercing the ball of his foot.

The sharp spikes had pierced the boot and dug deep into the soles of the feet. Now not to mention walking, even standing up is a big problem.

Only then did the thousand riders realize that it was none other than him who had fallen from his horse just now. It is these triangular nails, due to the period gate of the feather forest in order to save costs. These triangular nails are all made of bronze, so naturally they can't pierce the armor on his body. But piercing felt boots was more than enough, and Qianqi felt a chill down his spine.

Looking back, a black-armored warrior was pointing a crossbow arrow at him. The arrows of the crossbow bolts glistened coldly in the moonlight.

Wei Qing's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his index finger pulled the crossbow machine. The tight crossbow string "swished" and the bolt whistled and shot out.

Sharp arrows pierced through Senkazi's armor and plunged deep into his chest. (To be continued......)