Tian Zhong led his men to quietly rush into the forage field. As Li Hong expected, more than a dozen soldiers were lying on thick hay and were sleeping. With a strong wave of his hand, ten soldiers waved their swords and immediately launched a massacre.

"In teams of two, look around. Fast. Tian Zhong ordered in a low voice.

The soldiers then ran around the hay field, searching for other enemy tracks. At this time, there can be no mistakes, once there are still fish that slip through the net, and the forage field is ignited in a hurry, it will be wasted.

Tian Zhong stood near the outermost stable, patiently waiting for the soldiers to return. After a short time, everyone rushed back one after another, signaling to Tian Zhong that no other enemies had been found.

Tian focused on lighting the torches. This is a signal that he and Li Hong and Xian Yufu have made an appointment. As soon as you have full control of the hay field, immediately send a signal to them to attack.

A little flickering flame suddenly appeared in the dark night, and it was extremely strange when viewed from afar.

Li Hong kicked the horse's belly violently, and the war horse was in pain, and leaped out with a loud voice. The warriors lined up in two rows, followed closely behind, and silently pounced on the barracks to the west of the pasture.

It was the second half of the night and it was very cold. The soldiers in the tents were all sleeping soundly, and the soldiers standing guard hid behind the tents near the camp because they could not stand the cold and fatigue. There were also a few soldiers who were more responsible, and they were forced to take a nap against the wooden fence of the camp.

One of the soldiers woke up suddenly, and he felt as if something was moving. He walked slowly to the gate of the wall, looked around, and found nothing. The soldier shook his head in confusion and was about to walk away, when he faintly heard a roar, a very low roar. Then he saw a huge black mass rushing out of the darkness. The soldier was stunned for a moment, not knowing what it was or what had happened. But he instinctively reached for the horn around his neck.

He didn't get the horn, he caught a long arrow, a long arrow that pierced his chest. Immediately he felt a great pain in his heart, and he opened his mouth wide in pain, ready to let out a scream. A long arrow shot again in the darkness, straight through his gaping mouth, out of the back of his neck, and with a puddle of blood, the force of which knocked him down and pinned him to the grass.

Fu Qiang appeared murderously outside the gate of the wall, and several soldiers who followed behind him separated the wooden fence and killed the sentry who was sleeping on the wooden fence very quickly. The gate is wide open. Xian Yufu led the soldiers to rush into the enemy's camp, and more warriors rode their horses into the fence and rushed in directly.

"Kill, ......" Xian Yufu roared, and the soldiers echoed in unison, and for a while, the shouting of killing resounded through the pasture in the dark.

At the same time, the stables were set on fire in the field, and a fire broke out into the sky.

Li Hong took the lead and crashed directly into the enemy's wooden fence. The warriors who followed behind rode their horses and collided almost simultaneously. A large piece of the wooden fence immediately fell.

"Kill......" Li Hong shouted.

The "...... killing" soldiers responded in unison, and the sound of thunder suddenly tore through the silence of the night.

Xian Yufu's iron halberd tore through the first tent, and four or five war horses roared angrily, stepping on the bodies of the sleeping enemy soldiers, and galloped past, and then more war horses followed behind them, trampling over the corpses of the dead enemy soldiers, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen soldiers became a mess of flesh and blood.

Two hundred soldiers roared and drove their horses wildly, speeding past the enemy's tents. The men in the front row tore open the enemy's hides with long weapons, the men in the middle row trampled over the bodies of the enemy who were still asleep or had woken up or were at a loss, and the men in the back row, holding weapons in their hands, not only drove their horses and trampled on them, but also wielded their weapons to wantonly slash and kill the enemy soldiers who slipped through the net. The place swept by the iron knight was a mess and miserable.

The iron rider of Xian Yufu is like a roaring tiger, bloodthirsty all the way, frantically killing into the depths of darkness.

Li Hong's spear was like a blood-drinking ghost in the night, roaring wildly all the way, ferociously eating away at the creatures in its sleep. The warriors were fierce, and the hatred in their hearts erupted from the shouts, and they roared angrily, beating their horses and galloping fiercely, whether it was a lying enemy or a collapsed tent, they all trampled under their feet, trampled on it, destroyed it at will, and drowned the despair and screams of the enemy in blood.

The dense formation of more than 200 camps of the Karasuma and Xianbei people, spread over a narrow area less than 300 paces long and no more than 50 paces wide, gave the attackers a huge opportunity, and they slaughtered thousands of lives without much effort. The effect of the horse stepping on the company camp is really shocking.

Many soldiers died in their sleep, and many more died in a state of confusion. When the soldiers stationed in the middle of the camp ran out of their tents in panic, their fate was even more tragic. Coming out of the darkness on both sides of the front, the Han soldiers carried out a bloody massacre against them.

The soldiers, awakened by the shouts of killing and roaring, were disheveled, and fled in all directions in the camp, crying and howling. They knew that their troops had been robbed, and one glance at the burning forage fields knew that the enemy must be very numerous, very large. Fresh from the nightmarish city of Luronse, the terrified and depressed soldiers neither rested nor recovered from the shadow of defeat. Defenseless, they were immediately attacked by an even more terrifying night attack, and there was no escape.

Li Hong's spear flew up and down, the iron halberd of Xian Yufu slashed left and right, the weapons of the warriors flew up and down, the violent war horses slammed fiercely, and countless lives quietly disappeared in the dark night. The dim moon in the sky couldn't bear to witness the carnage in this world, and quietly hid in the thick black clouds.

Yan Wuxing led his brothers along the cracks in the densely packed tents, like a whirlwind blowing on the flat ground, and rushed into the Chinese army's tent at lightning speed.

Wu Yan and Que Ji, as well as the two commanders of the Xianbei people, were in an extremely bad mood, and after Xiong Ba left overnight and went back to Murong Feng to discuss the future, they drank mare's milk wine in the big tent, and finally couldn't afford to get drunk. After losing the lives of nearly 9,000 soldiers, at the moment when Lu Longsai had already stepped on his feet, and at the moment when victory was already in hand, the fruits of victory were taken away by others, what is the reason? Is there still a heavenly reason in this world?

They were grieved, for the lives that were lost in Luronse were all their people; They hate, because the terrible Han people exchanged their blood for a glorious victory; They were grieved because the great losses had forced them to a dead end. In the grassland, if there is no strength, it is someone else's mouth, and it will be reduced to a lowly tribe.

But an even greater catastrophe struck.

Yan Wuxing and his brothers roared over, and between the rise and fall of their horses, they slashed several guards who met them, and then rushed into the big tent with their men and horses. Wu Yan, Que Ji and the two Xianbei commanders woke up immediately, but they were not awake in a daze.

The four soldiers in front did not stop, continued to jump high on their horses, flew through the middle of the big tent, and rushed directly to the other end of the big tent, only to see the sword flash, the tall tent cracked with the flying galloping horses, and they flew out of the big tent.

Yan Wudaunt and the other soldiers tightened their horses' reins. The horses were in pain, their front hooves were raised high, and the horse's head with the horse's mouth cage could not neigh, but it was also raised high, and the sound was terrifying. Wu Yan and Que Ji were frightened, and immediately came to their senses, and they were about to draw their swords. Yan Wudaunt and their bodies rose upright with the warhorse, jumped up from the horse, and pounced on the four of Wuyan in the air. More than a dozen people immediately became entangled, only to hear the screams of Wuyan killing pigs, which was particularly terrifying in the crowd. He was injured in the chest, and was pressed to the ground by Yan Wuxing and several tiger-like soldiers, kicked and beaten, and was already drenched in blood and fainted in pain.

Li Hong and his iron cavalry and the iron cavalry led by Xian Yufu staggered in an instant.

The surviving soldiers in the camps on either side had not yet found their way to escape, when the galloping iron horsemen suddenly reappeared, and these devilish knights, with the momentum of thunder, roared like a flood that burst the embankment, and swept away all the remaining lives.

The fire in the direction of the forage field burned bigger and bigger, and the flames rose into the air, reflecting half of the sky, and its momentum was so great that it was jaw-dropping, and the liver and gall were broken. Many of the soldiers who ran to the horse farm were frightened, screamed, turned around and ran to the battlefield again, looking for a chance to escape.

Suddenly, the battlefield was lit up by firelight, and the wolf-rushing enemy was terrified to the extreme, crying, screaming, and running helplessly, like a flock of lambs to the slaughter in a sheepfold.

When Li Hong and Xian Yufu led their respective iron cavalry to pass by in the middle of the enemy camp for the second time, the fierce enemy began to counterattack. Aking from their initial fear and confusion, they began to search for weapons after the iron horses had galloped past, and they organized themselves in small formations in small formations, ready to resist stubbornly.

Long arrows from different directions whistled in the air, and the warriors beside Li Hong were suddenly shot off their horses by the enemy's cold arrows.

Li Hong shouted wildly: "Accelerate, accelerate......"

Li Hong's roar was majestic and poignant in the dark night, it surpassed the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and clearly echoed in the ears of the soldiers. The galloping horses accelerated again under the whipping and kicking of the knights. Some of the enemy soldiers who were preparing to meet the battle saw the horses rushing madly and turned around in fright and ran. A small group of three or five enemies didn't need to wave their weapons at all, and they could be knocked sideways just by relying on the speed of their horses. However, the cold arrows of individual enemies and some fierce enemies who were not afraid of death sacrificed their lives to block them, causing the casualties of the cavalry to gradually increase.

Li Hong shouted at the oncoming Xian Yufu: "Speed up, you must speed up." ”

Xian Yufu responded loudly: "Accelerate, all speed up......" The iron halberd in his hand pointed forward, piercing and provoking an enemy who was about to sneak attack and shoot arrows, and threw it high, and the enemy's terrible screams stopped abruptly with the falling figure.

The fierce battle then entered a white-hot state. However, the enemy lost the command and organization of the leader, and the familiar sound of the bull's horn to communicate, resulting in their own battles, and the result was self-evident, and their fate of total annihilation was irreparable.

The speed of the two iron cavalry was getting faster and faster on the battlefield that was gradually losing resistance, and the shouts of killing became smaller and smaller, and the figures of the enemy running in all directions had gradually thinned out with the repeated trampling of the iron cavalry. The surrendered enemy lay tightly on the fence, fearing that he would be swept away by the wild iron horsemen and never see the morning sun again.

When Li Hong and Xian Yufu led the soldiers to meet in the middle of the enemy's camp for the fifth time, it was only a short time before the start of the battle, that is, the time when the war horses galloped two miles. It's too fast. As if in a dream, the soldiers were still immersed in the bloody and tragic battle for a while, looking at the hundreds of captives surrounded by the two troops, looking at the bloody battlefield, looking at the blazing pastures, no one could believe that they had defeated the fierce Hu people and wiped out more than 2,000 soldiers of the Hu tribe.

I don't know who it was, but suddenly shouted, breaking the dream of this moment.

"Victory, victory, we victory, ah......"

The soldiers were suddenly greeted with the great joy of victory from shock, and everyone was so excited that they raised their weapons and cheered, and the roars of celebration resounded through the battlefield and into the night.

The fierce Karasuma people, the Xianbei people were caught off guard by the Han army's iron cavalry, and they had no power to fight back, until the end of the battle, they did not have a chance to organize an effective resistance, they were stunned by the speed of the Han army's iron cavalry, and they were beaten and collapsed. More than 1,000 soldiers were trampled and killed by horses, or killed by Han soldiers, more than 300 surrendered and taken prisoner, and only two or three hundred escaped in the dark. The Han army suffered more than 100 casualties.

The assault on Bailing Ranch ended with the shouts of the warriors.

As the sky grew brighter, the fire in the hay field had been extinguished, and only a few long columns of black smoke were still drifting in the wind.

Li Hong sat on a dead war horse, letting the cold wind blow his long hair. The battlefield was littered with dead bodies, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people smell sick.

Yan Wuxing and a few soldiers escorted Wuyan, Que Ji and the two commanders of the Xianbei people to Li Hong, and pressed them to the ground and knelt down.

Wuyan's face was almost deformed in pain, and there was a dense layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked up and saw Li Hong, and when he saw the Han man who had cut himself, he exclaimed: "It's you? ”

Li Hong looked at him indifferently, expressionless. It was this person who led the army to attack Lu Longsai, killing the lives of more than a thousand soldiers of Lu Longsai, killing Tian Jing, killing Ji Ming, and killing so many of his good brothers.

He stood up and drew his sword from his belt. He's going to kill this man, kill this man who started the war.

"You're the leopard?" Uyan screamed viciously.

Li Hong looked at him with a murderous expression. He walked to Uyan's side, knife in both hands, ready to chop off his head with a single blow.

"You dare to kill me?" Seeing Li Hong's murderous expression, Wu Yan finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart and shouted.

Li Hong sneered and chopped with a knife.

Suddenly, an iron halberd flew into the air and stabbed at Li Hong at high speed.